Playing with daycare buddy, Nico

Mom and Dad had their friends over for brunch a couple weeks ago. My daycare buddy, Nico, was also there with his parents. We had a nice time playing and showing off to all the guests. Check out our playtime...

Big Ben Solo Sitting

Walking In the Hood

So yesterday, I was minding my own business in my personal gym (pictures above), when MAD came around and asked if I wanted to go for a walk. They had picked up a new pack that would allow Dad to easily carry me around.

Now, at the time, I was already working pretty hard at what they call "tummy time." That's when they put me on my stomach to see what I'll do. This is hard stuff. I have to use all my force with my arms to keep my body up, and it can get frustrating. Needless to say, I was not rearing for a walk.

It turned out pretty good, though. I was able to see a bunch of cool stuff walking inside the new pack. Then, as a I was pretty tired, I found the pack was actually very comfortable. Walking home, I was able to crash. There I was, sitting in Dad's pack snoring away. At least that's what they told me. Obviously I was asleep. I mean it's a lot of work going for a walk, even if Dad is expending all the energy. Ha!

I guess it was about 5pm when I crashed there in my Dad's pack, as he was walking us back up the hill to our home. I was completely out, awaking only at 8pm back in my crib. I'm not sure how I managed to get out of my new pack and in to bed while I was just REMing away. I guess I'm just pretty good at doing things for myself when I'm sleeping. Ha!

It is that time of year again!

Well, I've still got a bit more to write about Thailand. But it is Christmas now, and I wanted to make sure to thank everyone for the gifts. MAD love all the new clothes you got me.

I had a great time at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I got to sleep in a big baby crib, there. I'm hoping MAD will get me one that size at home.

Finally, I got to dance with my cousins, my Khun Yai and Khun Ta. You can check out a couple of videos of me dancing at:

Me dancing with Khun Tai and Khun

and

Me dancing with my cousins.

It’s contagious!

I learned a new trick today: I can make MAD laugh!

See, I’ve been smiling for more than a month. It always gets some attention.

But my new trick really gets MAD going.

So this morning, Dad was bouncing me up-and-down on his leg. Then he starts with one of his random tunes again. But the tune he was humming kind of went with the bouncing. It was really funny. So I started to smile, and then this funny noise came out my mouth and, then, my mouth just kind of popped wide open.

It’s not like it was the first funny sound I’ve produced, but combining this funny sound with my mouth popping open really drew some notice. Mom came over and started laughing a bunch.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said. She went off, grabbed the camera, and came back. “It’s his first laugh!”

I had no idea, but the noise I was making was getting a lot of enthusiastic attention from Dad, too. So I just kind of went with it.

MAD kept laughing. It made me laugh more, and then they laughed more. Pretty soon it was just a bunch of silly people: MAD laughing like crazy, and me laughing like MAD! Ha!

My Big Thai Family

Mom, Dad and I stayed at my Khun Ta and Khun Yai’s house located in the outskirt of Bangkok. For those who don’t know, “Khun-Ta” means maternal grandpa and “Khun-Yai” means maternal grandma in Thai. Mom taught me these words before I was even born. So when I first got there and met them, I sort of cooed and smiled as I often do these days. Somehow they thought I said “Hello Khun Ta and Khun Yai” and was obviously very impressed. I didn’t know how yet to explain myself … so I just let that go.

Then I found out that Uncle Paulie, whose wedding my family came all the way from California to attend, had a Rattan bassinet specially hand made for me. This thing rocks and I mean it literally and metaphorically. I slept like a BABY in there. Thanks Uncle Paulie!

Soon after our arrival, I got to meet Mom’s extended family—four great-aunts (my maternal grandmother’s sisters) whom I also later will get to call “Khun Yai” according to the Thai tradition. They are way cool. They liked to hold me and talk to me a lot. Mom said that helped with my Thai. Some of them also tend to feed me just about anytime I start to cry. (Mom had to talk with them about that because she thinks I’m better off eating meals rather than snacking all day. Dr. Greenspan, my pedi, would concur).

Anyways, on the day of Uncle Paulie's wedding, I met many first, second and third cousins, long-time family friends, family priests et cetera. The list is endless. These encounters-- although very kind and sweet--became a little overwhelming so I started to cry.

I stopped crying right when someone mentioned “gifts”. What gifts? See what happened was one of my great-aunts suggested that the family have another brief welcoming/hair-cutting ceremony for me. As some of you may know, I already had one in California when I turned one month old. During this ceremony, in return for the hair they get to trim on my head, they gave me gifts. So I thought if it means more presents from all these cool relatives, loosing a few more locks of hair doesn’t sound all that bad. After all, I still have LOTS of it.

So, in the spirit of Thai celebration of birth, I received from my family some money, gold and silver baby bracelets and lockets. I was just starting to dream of getting myself another nice jungle gym, swing or BABYBJÖRN carrier, when I overheard Mom whispering to Dad that all these gifts are to be cherished and used for good luck. They are not meant to be exchanged or spent. Sure, I ponder, if it means I stay happy and lucky like this for a long, long time.

Thai Express Lane at Suvarnabhumi

If Taipei was chill, our arrival at Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok was exponential chill!

First the context:

MAD were really tired. Now when I'm tired, MAD just help me go to sleep and, then, I'm cool. For MAD, it is not so simple. They can't just sleep. They need to take care of me.

And, when they got off the flight from Taipei, their tiredness really hit them.

At first, things were fine. My stroller arrived express style (infant travel privileges, and all that). Boom! There it was at the gate just minutes after we got inside the terminal.

The problem was, that some airline "do-gooder" had figured out how to fold the thing correctly, something that Dad had never thought needed to be done. Having never really learned to fold it, he now had no idea how to get the thing unfolded. He began what seemed like an endless search for an overly clever latch to pull or button to push so that this amazingly folded travel stroller would open.

Then, I realized I was sick of airports. I mean, I wanted to see Thailand. I didn't want to wait for Dad to get my stroller ready. I started to cry like crazy.

Things started to unravel quickly and there were a few tense moments: Some eye rolling and gasps of frustration almost ensued. Then, finally, Dad found the clever latch. Not exactly "bam," but the thing did finally open.

OK, that was close. I fell asleep in the stroller as we headed toward customs, and things were good.

But, just as the family was getting its composure back, a sea of people unfolded in front of us. I mean every tourist on the planet had landed in Bangkok with us. The place looked like the fall of Saigon. (How would I know that reference, you ask? Don't be so literal!)

So Mom was about to start tearing herself. I mean, who could blame her? She was about to spend two hours in line at customs with me. I mean, I'm adorable. But there's a limit to everyone's charm.

But, then, the really cool thing happened. And, this is the exponentially chill part:

See Mom's Thai. She hadn't realized it when her eyes were about to tear at the site of a potential two hour wait amongst a flood of flip-flops and Hawaiian shirts, but she doesn't have to wait with the tourists at customs in Bangkok.

This nice man in a uniform saw me and saw Mom looking overwhelmed. He confirmed that she was Thai and said with a nice smile, "come with me." (At least that's what I assume he said. I mean, I don't speak Thai yet. I don't speak anything yet!)

A gigantic smile and expression of relief appeared on Mom's face. That was really cool. It made me happy.

The man even let Dad come with us. Now, Dad's not Thai, but I guess he also got to use the Thai express lane on account of Mom and me.

Welcome to the family, Dad!

We were through customs in no time, and out of the airport like zap. Uncle Paulie met us out front. And, bam, I got to take my first ride through Bangkok traffic.

Where is Benjamin, you ask? Not stuck in some stuffy, cramp-my-style car seat. That's for sure. I'm riding free in the Land of Smiles!