Fitness, rest and proper diet are crucial for Phuong and I as we try to keep up with our 11-month-old whirlwind Joanna. We have to be sharp because Joanna has an incredible knack for finding danger anywhere and everywhere. Five new toys don't interest her, but power outlets, electrical cords and plumbing are a source of fascination. Joanna has almost mastered the TV remote, switching channels and finding maximum volume with ease. She loves our fans and she tries to put her fingers through the grill so she can grab the whirling blades (Phuong bought a protective cover which prevents Joanna from mangling her fingers). I left the door to Joanna's bedroom unlatched while she napped and I foolishly went to another room for a minute. Ninja Joanna left the room without a sound and Phuong somehow "sensed" trouble and tracked down Joanna as she crawled up the stairs toward the third floor and balcony. Oh God! She hasn't mastered going down stairs, but she has no trouble going up.
The latest challenge is that our daughter is now WALKING. She had been taking a few steps here and there the past few weeks, but she gained confidence and began really WALKING the day she turned 11 months old (Friday, June 9, 2017). She also got a vaccination that day for encephalitis, which didn't seem to affect her at all. She didn't cry, of course, but she made a noise like she was really irritated when the nurse stuck the needle in her thigh. The other parents in the room gave us a thumbs-up to acknowledge Joanna's toughness. For the record, Joanna weighs almost 11 KG (about 24 pounds) and is 75 CM tall (about 30 inches).
We took Joanna to Lido for ice cream after her vaccination on Friday, and she loved it. She seems to love animals, and she couldn't take her eyes off the fish and turtles they have there. A trip to the zoo is planned for her first birthday.
On my way home from tennis Friday to pick up Phuong and Joanna to go to Lido, some ass clown hit the back of my motorbike when I stopped because another guy pulled out on me. I say ass clown because the guy started screaming at me after he hit me and began a showy display of checking his bike for damage. Remember, he rear-ended me when I stopped to avoid smashing into the guy who came off a side street and pulled out in front of me. So it's obvious I'm the douchebag that caused all the problems for both riders. Anyway, I just left the scene. I almost got hit that night when a family of four on a bike crossed a busy intersection diagonally as I tried to make a proper left turn with my signal on. Again, I appeared to be the culprit because the woman yelled at me. Have I mentioned that I hate riding a motorbike here.
Otherwise, all is well enough. My tennis is improving (it couldn't have gotten worse), most of my students are very cool, and it's hot as blazes.
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