tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13355849989963232212024-03-13T14:20:28.065-07:00my BACHOOCHIEs Miss C-Jaz & Mr. J-NioNothing is easy but the hardships last only a moment to make way for the memories that last forever. I went from 1 bachoochie to 2 bachoochies and still feel like a new mom. I aim to live each ordinary day extraordinarily well...Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-83616418748655422972013-02-14T03:38:00.001-08:002013-02-14T04:11:22.580-08:00She's 68 Months Old...5 Years and 6 MonthsmyBachoochie is a big girl now!!!
When I first started this blog she was 14 months old. Since then we've had so many amazing experiences...from Sweden to Paris to Philippines...from pre-school to Kindergarten...from 'Bus' (RV) trips to hotel excursions ...from only child to Big Sister status.
Now, Miss C-Jaz is 68 months - which we recently calculated with her as she wanted to compare her age Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-40545032861129906322012-05-23T21:50:00.001-07:002012-05-23T21:50:26.125-07:00From Dancing with the Stars to Q'Viva Inspired Girly DressesMiss CJaz could not have gotten her model-posing from me! Her cuteness... yes! But her posing abilities...no way!
We were cross-border shopping on the long weekend, and to get her in a change room with me so that I could try on my own stash of clothes, I told Miss CJaz she could bring in a few dresses. I loved 4 dresses that I saw for her, but I forgot about the possibility that she may have to Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-26524904782299162492012-05-13T11:03:00.001-07:002012-05-13T11:03:45.105-07:00LoveHer eyes opened, and the 1st thing she said was, "Happy Mother's Day!" Biggest. Smile. Ever...on her face and mine :)
Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-83095944980098918272012-05-11T22:23:00.001-07:002012-05-11T22:23:15.685-07:00My Girlie GirlMini mani-pedi's...sun dresses...hair accessories...purses...lipgloss...
Miss C-Jaz is a girlie girl, and it honestly was not my intention to make her one!! She isn't a total girlie girl because I can say that she loves playing rough with daddy, throwing the football around or kicking a soccer ball. And even if she's playing with My Little Pony, it's become a hobby with daddy to make it The Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-75877334558134013992011-10-16T23:26:00.001-07:002011-10-16T23:26:13.825-07:004 Years Old Going On 13It was a Mary Kay day...I had my 'Check Up From the Neck Up' with my sister, a new Mary Kay consultant, and Miss C-Jaz couldn't help but take part in the make-up trial. I had my eye shades, blush, and lipstick samples. Miss C-Jaz took over my blush & lipstick palette, and she cutely applied the product with a little more finesse than a 4 year old should have.
She's been a Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-79955078435381799042011-09-19T01:57:00.000-07:002011-09-19T02:00:25.635-07:00The Battle of the Hairbangs: Romulan versus Rachel BerryI think Miss C-Jaz tricked me with her intention behind getting me to cut her hair to give her bangs. It started about a month and a half ago when I was cutting Daddy-oh-ee's hair. Out of the blue Miss C-Jaz started talking about how she wants me to cut her hair really short (like her bff's hair), and with her hand she motioned that short meant right under the chin. Inside, I Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-63830833342890502662010-09-08T00:41:00.000-07:002010-09-08T00:41:49.525-07:00First Day of Montessori Pre-School, or 'Khool' as Miss C-Jaz Would Say"Mommy! I can say 'sss...school'!" Miss C-Jaz says with the biggest grin. "I didn't say 'kool'. I can say 'sss...skin', not 'kin'. I can say 'sss...swimming', not 'pimming!" She laughs, and bounces, and wiggles. It's the best sound, the best sight, the best reason to smile.
Miss C-Jaz has officially participated in that big social event and kick off for a new schoolVer-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-4330148189204268312010-08-14T09:44:00.000-07:002010-08-14T09:44:11.139-07:00Spoiled in StockholmI could spend my days raising our daughter
with time to choose how to enjoy our days
and time to be
a wife
a mom
a chef
a cleaner
a writer
a student
a thinker
in the way I wanted
working hard yet with no stress of having to work
living in a European city
where children were held in the highest regard.
We lived minimally having so much
of the best selections of food and clothing and unique toys
Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-13437626808322400742010-07-27T15:37:00.002-07:002010-07-27T15:59:29.772-07:00Pure Glee and JoyUnposted...Drafted February 22, 2010...
...I was changing the bedsheets for the last time tonight, and I couldn't help but watch, as if for the first time, her usual routine of bouncing and giggling, arms flailing with legs like spaghetti while falling and laughing and periodically spouting gibberish and cohesive sentences. Miss C-Jaz loves loves loves to play on the bed while I try to fixVer-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-55164560838318525712009-12-17T07:21:00.003-08:002009-12-17T07:39:41.895-08:00"God Jul"...It's Snowing in SwedenThe snow in Stockholm is amazing!!! It feels so soft. It smells so fresh. It tastes so clean. (Yep, I ate some that I skimmed off the top from the balcony. I should've added some syrup or something.)
Miss C-Jaz has yet to play in the snow. As soon as we get her a snow suit, and as soon as the snow fall stops because it's incredibly windy and stings the skin, then we'll be out making snow Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-37702587361552632062009-12-16T06:29:00.001-08:002009-12-16T06:29:35.727-08:00'Tis the season...If you've been sharing in Miss C-Jaz's adventures far from her Vancouver home to her current Stockholm residence through my eyes, we love that you come along for the ride. You'll notice my writing frequency has diminished on account of Miss C-Jaz napping less regularly and in shorter amounts of time, which is usually my quiet time. She's also been falling asleep much later so it's harder for meVer-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-31335781329620467902009-12-09T08:03:00.000-08:002009-12-09T08:03:02.326-08:00Today's Letter Is 'B' & Old vs New DaddyIt's getting harder and harder to find times to write. If Miss C-Jaz has her nap as usual, by the time I'm half way through house stuff, she's up, which is what happened yesterday. We had another day like home-school preschool: playing 'tea set', molding play dough, reading, writing, and drawing. 'Today's Letter Is' big 'B' and baby 'b', and it was definitely a lot more easy to Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-51442324732938404042009-12-07T16:02:00.004-08:002009-12-07T16:22:29.187-08:00Like a Home-School Pre-School: Today's Letter Is...and Today's Recipe is the Easiest Playdough Mix Without Cream of TartarWhere do I begin? It's been more than a week since our weekend of having to move to the loft next door because of a 'Swedish fail' (a term J coined referring to things or situations, witnessed or experienced in Stockholm that are unheard of back home in Vancouver).
I was determined to have our usual weekend of wine, comfort foods, and family hugs. We managed to move, sanitize, and Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-59068858567025106722009-12-01T16:00:00.000-08:002009-12-01T16:00:36.729-08:00F.Y.I.It's been a busy weekend and a busy couple of days. Tomorrow is Swedish class too, so hopefully I get to write soon. Lots to update on Miss C-Jaz's Swedish adventures ;)Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-12295375490363935812009-11-27T17:50:00.000-08:002009-11-27T17:50:08.805-08:00Wishing Sheldon's Method of Trying to Make One's Head Explode Actually WorkedI was so looking forward to a weekend of wine, comfort foods, a mini 'make-over' for J (mostly hair cutting and wardrobe updating), and just our usual weekend fun. I suppose we will still have a version of this whilst we sanitize the 'surfacely' clean loft next to us (a mirror layout of our current loft) so that we can move in to it.
Sound ridiculous?
Oh it is...in so many Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-43245286618221468992009-11-26T17:51:00.002-08:002009-11-26T18:22:29.588-08:00From Beginning to 'Slut' (Swedish for 'the end'): A Ver-y-nice Day!The cuteness that I wake up to.
"I comfy cosy! Cover me wid da beng-ket pease, Mommy. Cover my arms too."
Today, after she peed in her potty, which she is starting to do well I might add - though she forgets to tell me she needs to pee during the day, so I still have to instigate it and we have to work on number two sitting down since she likes to stand - I ask her if she's ready to go Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-28603099006747651652009-11-25T07:05:00.000-08:002009-11-25T07:05:03.655-08:00Sitting Pretty in Purple and PinkStockholm this week continues to be dark and rainy, but there's still plenty of sunshine from my Bachoochie. We got a break from Swedish class today, but as we headed out anyway for a walk and for groceries, it started to spit rain. It wasn't too bad, but we didn't linger much outside. Miss C-Jaz had fun as always. When we stepped into the door arriving home she said in a Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-31991684094484472132009-11-24T05:23:00.000-08:002009-11-24T05:23:44.185-08:00Broccoli Trees in Haystacks & 'Operation Re-Newed Potty Poop-N-Pee'It was indeed another great weekend in Sverige, filled with lounging, walking through Sickla Galleria, eating good food that I made - potato skillet, feta spinach lasagna, beefsteak with onions - and drinking great Cabernet Sauvignon. Miss C-Jaz and I continued our experiments of Silly Snack recipes, and on Sunday night we made 'Trees in Hay Stacks". It was cute and tasty but a littleVer-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-36592908866612141492009-11-20T07:27:00.003-08:002009-11-20T07:29:06.998-08:00The Best 'Carrot Stix' for Toddlers...and Mommies with Sweet ToothsThis week has been about trying different Silly Snack recipes with Miss C-Jaz from Sesame Street's Cooking With Kids book, and it's been fun and fairly easy. Even before following the recipes, Miss C-Jaz is a good little helper (when she wants to be) in the kitchen mixing and washing.
Today, I made a recipe by myself as Miss C-Jaz watched Word World, a great kids show that mixes songs and Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-37711100483979970292009-11-19T08:01:00.000-08:002009-11-19T08:01:29.843-08:00'Pendening' It's Tea Time and 'Pendening' to Eat Steak
"Mommy, would you like some sugar-sugar?"
"Yes, please. Thank you!"
"Go use the big one, Mama. I using the baby one. Too...oot (pouring sound). I put sugar in it too."
"Mmmm. Very good, Nana. What's next? May I have something to eat, please?"
"Mommy, go eat."
"Okay, what am I going to eat?"
"Ummmm...steeeek (steak). Go eat."
"Okay. Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-46558310444270161252009-11-18T17:10:00.002-08:002009-11-18T17:21:19.293-08:00Miss C-Jaz Makes Big Bird's Little NestsWe are on Day 3 of Miss C-Jaz's eating streak. Unbelievable. Still waiting for her eating to decline again...any mealtime now.
Miss C-Jaz was particularly impressive this evening with dinner. I made chicken adobo, which was so good and so easy, especially since I don't cook filipino food often (see recipe below*). No picture can capture its sour aroma and amazing taste.&Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-70268476481060883672009-11-17T15:40:00.000-08:002009-11-17T15:40:12.546-08:00Miss C-Jaz Makes Elmo's SCRAM-bled Egg & Zucchini PieYESSSSSS!!! Miss C-Jaz's eating streak continues. She ate much of dinner yesterday and all meals today, still with her ka here and there. I am now jinxing it. I know it.
We experimented with an Elmo cookbook that I got at last year's Scholastic Book Fair. Miss C-Jaz helped me cook 'SCRAM-bled Egg & Zucchini Pie' for dinner, and it actually tasted good.&Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-76554529680657202082009-11-16T08:06:00.005-08:002009-11-16T08:42:11.526-08:00Tips to Please Miss C-Jaz, the Picky EaterToday's been a great day of perusing books for Miss C-Jaz. She woke up in a particularly good mood this morning - maybe because she slept in till 10:00 from falling asleep by 22:30. She had a smile on her face, and as always she asks, "Mommy, where's Daddy?" while simultaneously remembering he's at work. We cuddled in the blankets for a bit, then with no whining she Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-73545199072534471682009-11-12T16:00:00.001-08:002009-11-12T16:05:53.859-08:00Miss C-Jaz Using Public Washrooms Make Me CringeI hate public washrooms! The smell, the dirt, the grime. Mostly the smell and all the toilets. I hate how careless and gross people can be, or maybe they're like that at home. I have heard that mens' washrooms are just as gross in different ways.
Ever since I can remember, I have always 'held it in' until getting home to avoid any and all public washrooms. Me Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335584998996323221.post-80894370308830170782009-11-11T16:24:00.001-08:002009-11-11T16:25:49.656-08:00"Hmmm...What to do?"It's been a long day. Who doesn't have them right? It wasn't that there was an overload of stuff to do or places to be. It was a long day of the basics (walking, playing, 'chore-ing') particularly because Miss C-Jaz's nap started downtown Stockholm, continued through grocery shopping, then ended at home with the testing of fire alarms that was not only loud but 'un-silence-able'Ver-y-nicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11021699717309581900noreply@blogger.com