The Asian-ing

About two and a half months ago, one of my close friends had her first baby, a daughter. I went to visit her four days after she was born. My friend is of Asian descent, and her husband is Caucasian. Her baby was really pale, with huge eyes, dark hair and no eyebrows. I was fairly surprised. In my experience, whenever there's an Asian-Caucasian blend, the Asian gene usually wins. In very few cases have the children ended up looking more Caucasian (I can only think of one case that I know about personally). Not that it's a bad thing. I concluded that her husband was able to overcome the dominant Asian gene.

I visited my friend and her baby again today after I got off work. When I saw the little one, I discovered that she was Asian-ing out. Her eyes were smaller in relation to her head, and she wasn't as pale anymore. It's probably because her head was growing faster than the rest of her face, and now her eyes were becoming slightly narrower. It's not that surprising given that she's growing like a weed (she's almost 14 pounds!). I'm usually terrible when it comes to having an opinion of who the baby resembles, but this time I could totally see that she's starting to look more like my friend. But she also furrows her brows (which are starting to grow!) just like her daddy. She's going to be a cutie.

And the Asian Domination continues.

"Oh it's in colour, your hair is brown, your eyes are hazel, and soft as clouds"

Cold in the Summer

There are very few things that I hate. I HATE HAVING A COLD IN THE SUMMER.

Even to say it aloud seems wrong somehow. Like going against nature. And the reason it peeves me more is because I don't get sick very often. In fact, for the first few days, I didn't realize I was sick. I was trying to figure out why my ears were blocked and why I felt like I was choking on something.

So today, instead of doing something outside in the sunshine, I'm at home in my PJs, resting, and drinking hot fluids on a hot day. SO wrong.

"Summer dreams ripped at the seams..."

Empire State of Mind

I was just itching to go somewhere. Anywhere. And then I watched "Sex and the City 2" and that was it. I had to go to New York. Well, I guess it could have been Dubai as well, but I'm a little strapped for cash. And isn't it hot enough??

A friend and I went to New York during the long weekend. It turns out that almost everyone else had the same idea. Another friend of mine and 3 of her friends were going to be there. Another friend was going on a bus tour. A couple of family friends' daughters were there. Every sight-seeing tour bus was full. Times Square was a sea of people. Every other person I passed on the street had a map in their hands. It was fantastic.

The last time I was in New York it was with my family and it was pre-911. I feel sad whenever I say it like that. Of course, out of some kind of morbid curiosity but mostly out of respect, I went to visit Ground Zero. Construction is in full swing, and I'm really interested in seeing the memorial site when it's finished. But the wall dedicated to the fire fighters and police officers made me a little teary. I can remember that day so clearly.

Despite the fact that this was not my first visit, I did a lot of "firsts". I went to my first Broadway show (we saw "Billy Elliot", and I HIGHLY recommend it, but not for young children). I walked through Central Park for the first time. I stood in the middle of Times Square for the first time. I rode in a Yellow Cab for the first time (it's just as scary as I had imagined it would be).

The one thing that excited me the most? Seeing a family with Tim Hortons cups in their hands. I eventually found the store on 42nd Street and became giddy. But I didn't go in. That would have been so uncool.

"These streets will make you feel brand new, big lights will inspire you"