Penny is her name. She sleeps and play with him every day.
p/s: a gift from Aunt Janet. Both the onesie and Penny. Gotta love it when you have a friend that works at The Disney Co.
Notice how his onesie is over his pants? Somehow, po po thinks that way looks better.
We finally did get a video baby monitor, if you are wondering what that strange thing is over his crib.
Cutting Gaven’s finger nails is my least favorite thing to do. His nails grew so fast! When he was a newborn, he would constantly scratch his face, so we put mittens on him all day long. Now he is a little older, we stopped using mittens on him so he can “eat” his hands to self soothe. He still scratches himself here and there, but less often. I waited till his nails are crazy long to cut them. Babies’ nails are so paper thin that I am afraid that I will accidentally cut his fingers.
My mom decided that since I would not do it till we absolute have to, she would do it. Hmm…. not sure what she is thinking? If I, a 30 year old with much better eyesight than her, is afraid to accidentally cut his fingers, she, a 60 something old lady with deteriorating eyesight (sorry mom, I still love you 
Anyway, I let her do it. Sitting across from her, heart beating fast, biting my fingers, as I watched her put on her eyeglasses, sat Gaven on her lap, grabbed the nail clipper, starting to clip away. Here’s a visual image to demonstrate how I look like:
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Okay, maybe not that bad, but I was pretty nervous. 
He watched intensely as po po clipped his nails away. He looked at me a few times with a helpless look as if to say “save me!” But of course, we have nothing to worry about. Po po did an awesome job. When the session was over, we both let out a sigh of relief. Phew…..
We went over to my in law’s for a small birthday celebration yesterday. Boy, was Gaven fussy or what?! He was screaming and crying the whole time. And when he finally calmed down, cousin Jasmine put a little post-it note over his head that says “I’m sleeping". He went to sleep right after.
Happy Birthday Grandpa! Sorry, we ruined your birthday. Maybe Gaven will behave next time.
Gaven started giggling at 11 weeks. I want to document this before I forget. He started smiling, cooing, laughing at around 6- 8 weeks but a real giggle, is at 11 weeks. John begs to differ. He thinks Gaven started giggling at around 8- 9 weeks but my definition of giggling may be different than his.
He is so adorable I want to eat him up!
p/s: Sorry, we dressed his pants like grandpa pants. 
His nickname around the house? Mr. Sunshine. 
I sing this song to him every night:
You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
On Monday, we went to downtown LA to pick up my renewed passport. On the way home, we went to the famous Philippe's for a snack. We have not been there before, though have heard how famous their french dipped sandwich is. Of course, they didn’t disappoint us. We were glad that we went at around 3pm, instead of the busy lunch hour.
If you look closely on the right picture above, little munchkin has only one shoe on. One of the shoes fell off and he was too fussy to let us put it back on. So one shoe for the pretty picture it is!
He would smile once in a while in his sleep and the next second, he had the most dead serious face on. He must be thinking about how successful he is at getting us wrapped under his fingers. Yes, you do. You got us all wrapped under your tiny little fingers, munchkin. We have always planned to plant some citrus trees along our side yard since we moved in. We never got around to it since it wasn’t high on our priority list. Few weeks ago, while shopping at Costco, we saw they have some semi dwarf citrus trees at a reasonable price. We snagged a few up, 3 to be exact.
We have apple, orange and lemon. We could add a few more trees, but I didn’t want to invest in a bunch of trees, to have them all die. Let’s face it, we do not have green thumb (probably because we don’t like gardening much?). Seems like, nothing that we grow, survives. Most of our plants are just barely surviving. They are hanging in there for their dear life. Plants that we planted a year ago, still remain the same size, didn’t even grow an inch. We are lucky that they are still alive. So let’s start with 3 trees and see if the give us some fruits.
Last Thanksgiving, we planted about 5 bulbs of tulips. Only 2 came out. Not sure what happened to the other 3. Again, we are lucky that at least 2 “survived”.
My mom wanted us to grow some corns. So we got some corn seeds as well.
Update: After about a week, my mom was convinced that our corn died. She said nothing was sprouting. So she did an experiment and planted some in a pot, which she claimed, were already sprouting after a few days. I haven’t seen it for myself yet because I refuse to step on the grass that we covered with top soil. John argued otherwise because it’s still too early to tell since according to the packet instructions, they don’t start sprouting for another week or 2. So we shall see.
My parents are such a huge help around the house. My dad helps with yard work and my mom cooks and cleans daily. We are so spoiled 
My mom takes the little munchkin out to our backyard in the evening daily.
