Tuesday afternoon, Tony and his parents were standing at the bus stop. A young man came over to them, brought out his mobile phone, and asked if he could have his picture taken with Tony -- the young man had seen Tony on the t.v. show.
Tony dragged his parents into a toy store at Nanchang Temple Market in Wuxi, China. His parents had to drag him out and he had a ten-minute fit.
He is playing with a yellow bus that his mother bought him last week.
When he wants cheese, he says "cheese!" and pulls you to the fridge.
He really likes to eat seaweed.
He thinks it very funny to pretend to sneeze and say "achoo!".
One evening, he wanted to watch Peter Pan on DVD. He said "Peter Pan!".
He can also say "Popeye!".
He took one of his mother's hair things (I don't what to call them but they keep her hair in place) and put it on his head.
He likes to give his father some of his food.
He can probably already speak better Chinese than his father.
His father finds cleaning up after him to be an amazing ordeal. Tony finds a way to distribute his toys all over his room that seems to defy randomization. That is, there seems to be a method to Tony's messiness that a mere mortal like his father could never determine.
Inform her majesty, the Queen of England (and of Canada too!)!
Tony can pee by himself without his parents assistance!
Tonight, he walked into the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat, pulled down his pants and underwear, leaned against and over the rim of the bowl, and directed a shaft of green harmlessly into the bowl's center. He then pulled his pants up and entered the history books.
If the Queen doesn't reward him with a medal or a commendation, I'll be a monkey's uncle!
Tony was screaming "Niunai!" when he woke this morning -- niunai is Chinese, more or less, for milk. I told him Daddy will get the niunai, and he became quiet and patient.
Tony was asleep when I arrived home from work last night. When I entered the bedroom, he was sleeping upside-down. My entrance aroused him; he stood on his knees. He gave me a brief glance through semi-shut eyes; he smirked. He then flopped down to bed.
When my wife,who was in the shower, asked if he was asleep, I hesitated in my my confirmation. But a second entrance to the bedroom and I saw he was out, like the lights during a power failure.
Basketball Tony The song 'basketball Jones" came to mind as Tony grabbed a basketball at the Carrefour Supermarket in Wuxi, and bounced and rolled it all over the store. We bought the ball for him, but the little bugger, almost as soon as the purchase was rung in, saw something else he wanted and forgot all about the ball that had just been his constant companion. When I pulled Tony away from the Thomas the Tank Engine toy, he had a five minute fit.
Kindergarten Medical Tony is getting a medical done for the kinder school he is going to go to this Fall.
Tony's B-day Haul It was modest. He got a few matchbox cars, a pint-sized table and chair, and a plush car toy. We didn't have a party for him.
The little man, the bad boy, Tony K, xiao bao bao, my little buddy, and/or whatever else I have chosen to call him is officially three years old as I make this blog entry.
Again thanks to his mother Jenny. Birthdays really are about thanking mothers for the trouble they get put through.
Thanks for the greetings from some American readers in Detroit and Arizona.
On August 23, Tony will celebrate his third birthday. His father is working that day so maybe there will be a celebration on the August 24. Tony's time in the hospital prevented his parents from making proper birthday celebration plans.
Dad looks so forward to seeing Tony's one hand unencumbered by the drip attachement worn by him on his hand for the past ten days.
Ten days they said that Tony would be in the hospital. This would mean he gets out this Saturday.
His father hopes. He doesn't like this living by himself and paying visits to the hospital routine. He would love to have his wife chide him for the mess he is making of the apartment.
Dad hopes that Tony can get out of the hospital on Saturday.
He reports that Jenny told him that Tony is being a nuisance. At the hospital, he is always running to other floors, especially the floor that has games and toy rides.
Andis can remember when he was young that his father would always buy him a new toy car every week. He hopes to continue this practice with Tony, but he wonders if Jenny would allow him.
Anyway, Andis did go to the Tesco yesterday to buy a toy car for Tony. He then placed it among Tony's toys at home. He left it in the package in hopes that Tony would come across it and take the toy out himself, whenever he gets out of the hospital.
Saturday Night, Andis was able to visit Tony and Jenny in the hospital where Tony is staying to have his deep cough treated. Tony seemed happy to see his Dad, as his Dad was likewise. Tony's father also told Tony's mother how much he wished they were at home.
Tony has a connection unit taped and bandaged on his one hand so the "drip" treatment can be applied. To his father, Tony is looking one-handed.
Tony had a cough for a few months but then it went away. But in the past few days, it has returned. Perhaps, he has been in the A/C too much this month.
Tony got a second bonus tent for himself after his mother purchased another two cans of formula at this baby store that is near his father's school.
Later, Tony's family went to Pizza Hut where he offered some of his food to his father. His father would take a little bite of the food morsel before Tony would eat what was remaining.
Tony is going to Nanjing to appear on some t.v. show -- actually, I don't know the whole deal. But for whatever it is he will do, he did have a haircut on Sunday Night, and he put up such a fuss that you would have thought he was being tortured.