Friday, June 29, 2007

You Think You Can Dance

I don't know where she learned it, but everytime she hears music, she would rock her body. It's difficult to capture her dance moves, she just doesn't cooperate.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Customer Service

Ever since I set my path in a client-focused industry, I know how important it is to deliver and receive great customer service. You can make or ruin someone's day by that 3-minute conversation. In this job, I learned, and am still learning to say things in a more politically correct way. I have to admit that I am not a very well-rounded person, but common sense tells me what kinda tone I should use to avoid being blunt. Anyways, this entry is not about my job, it's about the service I got at Tim Hortons. I have to say that "everytime" I go there, something went wrong. At the one in Parksville, I waited more than 10 minutes for my order, then I realized they gave it to another customer. Yesterday we went to Michael's in Richmond. Ray suggested to have a light lunch, so we dropped in Tim Hortons next door. I was served by a trainee, beside him was his trainer. After answering them all the standard questions, the lady (trainer) took out 2 ceramic cups, and when I asked if I could have paper cups, she took a deep breath and let out a big sigh...
I got no instructions as where to pick up my order....I guess they assume everyone knows. Anyways, they got my food ready almost immediately this time. Then I noticed something was missing. That's it...it's the donuts!
We don't eat out at Tim Hortons very often, the main reason I go there is to get Timbits for my mother-in-law because they're her favorites (yea..I'm a good daughter-in-law :P) Everytime when I asked if they can give me the ones with fillings, they would stare at me and give me a weird/unfriendly look. Is something on my face?

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Caitlyn's first dental visit

The dental clinic was big, and scary! When we were led into the examination area, I started to get goose bumps, not because I was cold, it was all those tools and the row of exam chairs lining side by side that freaked me out. It was like being in a big dental lab, waiting to be examined. They are all pediatric dentists, but the setting is not too child-friendly, except that there are some stickers on the wall. I guess Caitlyn didn't know what was going on. She was placed on my lab facing me as I sat in the patient's chair and her head rested on the dentist's lab. I thought she would cry, but to our surprise, she did well. She was very brave :) The examination took less than a minute, and before she knew it, it was over. So there goes Caitlyn's first dental exam.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Caitlyn is learning to walk

A few months back, I have uploaded Caitlyn's first crawl. Now she's learning to walk! It's really amazing to see how quickly she reaches her milestones.




She also learned to say and wave "bye bye"




After going back and forward a few times, she finally decides to get down.




Here she comes again, after less than a minute on the floor. This time her target is the electric outlet!

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Fatherhood

To me, this term means more than just parenting. It also means nurturing. I believe today's family men are different than those of the past generations. It's not surprising to see a father feeding his baby, in fact, this is one way to share responsibilities and to bond with the child. I never thought this is an issue, until hubby said he wouldn't bottle feed Caitlyn in public! He said he doesn't want to make it a scene. Come on, I'm not asking him to breastfeed, what is he thinking? I personally find it very sexy to see a father feeding his baby. I really don't understand what's on Ray's mind.

Talking about men, I'm not sure if other women share my point of view. I think it's totally OK for a man to cry, especially infront his loved one. It's a way of showing trust. It's just so sensual and affectionate. Ray, don't roll your eyes please! If women can express themselves explicitly, why can't men do the same? There's no point to cry under your blanket.