We dubbed her our “happy child”. Our little princess Sophia turns two today!!

I still remember vividly the day of my ultrasound, we were going to find out the gender of our third baby. I cried, I actually cried when the technician told us we were having a girl. A girl, my own little princess. After having two healthy, active and rambunctious boys…we were really praying for a little girl. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys more than my own life, but I think every mother wishes secretly to have a girl of her own. Well, at least for me anyway.

One of my favorite bloggers is hosting a March Write-Away Contest and the topic is childhood memories. I’m not much into contests since I don’t think I’d win (I know, not much positive thinking on my part), but this subject is of an interest to me since I’ve written two posts about my childhood memories growing up in Viet Nam

Some of you have graciously amused me by reading them already, but if you haven’t had the chance to read it…please go, amuse me some more. I’ve documented my childhood memories in these two posts, The Year of the Monkey in Viet Nam and My life’s beginning in Viet Nam continues. Thanks for reading!

I read a post from Sweatpantsmom recently and could so relate to what she’s brilliantly written, so I’m going to piggy back on it and add my two cents to it, if she doesn’t mind.

Go ahead, read her post, I’ll wait.

Jeopardy music playing…

Ok, you’re back? Sweatpantsmom wrote how she drove her husband crazy trying to get her house in order before a big party, and that it must be because of her Japanese heritage that drove her to be anal about how her house looks. And I’m here to tell her that it must be the Asian thing or just a woman thing to wanting everything to be perfect before visitors set foot in your humble home, especially with the in-laws coming too!