My Mommy is Prettier than Your Mommy

A couple of days ago, when I was watching the West Wing in the bedroom, I felt something brush across the inside of my belly. I have never felt something like that. Daddy and I consulted different books and websites, and the answers ranged from simply gas to the possibility that my internal organ were shifting their positions to make room for the growing uterus.

I thought it was you saying hi, and I'm sticking to that thought.

We went back to grandma's house for dinner last Sunday, and I took all her photo albums out. After looking at the gazillion pictures that grandma keeps, I'm sorry, kid, I gotta tell ya, my mom is much prettier than your mom.

Check it out.

I've always wished that I looked more like my mom, but I don't.
My parents got married when they were in their early 20s.















(L) My mom said I was born with a full head of hair (as shown in this picture). She also told me that I was a very easy baby who enjoyed hanging out and babbling away on my own.
(R) Celebrating Chinese New Year with the grandparents. As the first and only grandchild at that time, I used to get so many red envelopes (= A LOT of cash) at CNY.











(L) I was 3 years old, and I believe this was the first day of kindergarten. My grandparents could not be happier 'cause they saw it as the beginning of my path to a Ph.D, like my aunt and uncle.
(R) Pretending to be all gangsta-like with my older cousin Mavis at my maternal grandparents' house. I loved that house 'cause it had a bamboo forest (to the left of the picture) and a pond with a small bridge across (to the right of the picture). It was a huge house with tons of space to run around and places to hide. Oh, I also loved Mavis' brand new YAMAHA piano.