Sunday, April 06, 2008
Walking Already, April 2008
This first video segment was taken on the same day as the "snacking" images on the previous post. Little Nio is really excited about walking around.
This second view clip was taken earlier today. Little Nio walks away from Daddy to his Mommy and back again. He's been walking around for quite a bit and is not much into crawling. You can see that there are still a number of boxes that need to be unpacked, but having boxes around are actually much safer than hard edged furniture pieces.
Gone Swimming, April 2008
Settling in to our new home has been like putting on a favorite pair of comfy shoes.
A lot of things still need to get done for the house, so here we are stopping for a quick lunch at a small restaurant at Home Pro, which is a huge store that pretty much let's you take of everything for your house. It's a D-I-Y paradise.
Back at home, Little Nio and his Mommy watching TV and snacking.
Little Nio really likes to experiment with different foods. He knows what he wants to try, and he'll reach out and try it. And, when he is done with eating, he simply stops. If it just happens to be in his mouth at the time he gets full, he hits the overflow valve and it comes right back out.
One of the things that we've started to enjoy here at our new home is the wading pool at the club house.
Little Nio has a little floating car that we use for when he takes to the pool. He wasn't entirely sure what this was all about at first, but he really enjoyed himself once he got the hang of things.
One of things we should share with you is that Little Nio had swimming lessons when he was only three months old at Kasemrad Hospital. Actually, that's how my wife, Kanittha, found our new home. Whenever she would take Little Nio to his swimming lessons, she would see the construction site and the big sign boards from the elevated highway going to the hospital.
We wanted Little Nio not to develop any phobias for the water and be able to learn how to float at a very early age. Actually, all babies do know how to swim. They know this instinctively as they spent the better part of a year floating around in the womb, we just wanted to remind him what he already knows.
A lot of things still need to get done for the house, so here we are stopping for a quick lunch at a small restaurant at Home Pro, which is a huge store that pretty much let's you take of everything for your house. It's a D-I-Y paradise.
Back at home, Little Nio and his Mommy watching TV and snacking.
Little Nio really likes to experiment with different foods. He knows what he wants to try, and he'll reach out and try it. And, when he is done with eating, he simply stops. If it just happens to be in his mouth at the time he gets full, he hits the overflow valve and it comes right back out.
One of the things that we've started to enjoy here at our new home is the wading pool at the club house.
Little Nio has a little floating car that we use for when he takes to the pool. He wasn't entirely sure what this was all about at first, but he really enjoyed himself once he got the hang of things.
One of things we should share with you is that Little Nio had swimming lessons when he was only three months old at Kasemrad Hospital. Actually, that's how my wife, Kanittha, found our new home. Whenever she would take Little Nio to his swimming lessons, she would see the construction site and the big sign boards from the elevated highway going to the hospital.
We wanted Little Nio not to develop any phobias for the water and be able to learn how to float at a very early age. Actually, all babies do know how to swim. They know this instinctively as they spent the better part of a year floating around in the womb, we just wanted to remind him what he already knows.
Little Nio Comics, April 2008
I just wanted to share with all of you some little comic strips that I have put together featuring our son, Little Nio.
This first strip was taken when he was only three months old, and you can already see that he's a real character. This particular set of images is actually a repost.
This comic strip was put together when Little Nio got his first taste of solid foods. This was when he was about four months old.
This is Little Nio playing at one of my computer workstations. He's really got it all figured out already.
This latest comic strip was made from images taken only last month, just before we moved in to our new home.
This first strip was taken when he was only three months old, and you can already see that he's a real character. This particular set of images is actually a repost.
This comic strip was put together when Little Nio got his first taste of solid foods. This was when he was about four months old.
This is Little Nio playing at one of my computer workstations. He's really got it all figured out already.
This latest comic strip was made from images taken only last month, just before we moved in to our new home.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Our New Home, March 2008
We've moved into our new home at Urbanion.
A shot of the front of our little townhouse unit, with our little car parked in front.
My mother-in-law and one of Little Nio's cousins, Khun Ae, sitting at our dining table. This six-person table can be pulled open to seat eight. We found this table at a nearby DIY center called "Home Pro". That place has become one of our more popular shopping destinations.
We found the leather dining chairs at Suan Lum Night Bazaar. Decent chairs that are quite comfortable, for a very reasonable price. They might look a bit spindly, but they are really quite comfortable.
Some photos of our kitchen by Starmark — great quality for a decent price.
We found this sofa at a furniture fair they were having over at Queen Sirikit Convention Center. It fits so perfectly between the staircase and the window, you might imagine that this might have been custom built for the space.
A shot of the workspace in the study. Not as spacious as before, but there's still a lot of junk that needs to get stored properly.
Some of the other junk that still needs to get sorted out.
Unpacking stuff in the master bedroom.
Unpacking stuff in Little Nio's bedroom.
A photograph of the Buddha image and shrine in our home. The bronze figure is from Sukhothai, while the stands are from Chatuchak. Our friends, Khun Sak and Khun Jae helped us make the selection for both the Buddha and the stands.
Little Nio is fast asleep. Our first night in our new home.
A shot of the front of our little townhouse unit, with our little car parked in front.
My mother-in-law and one of Little Nio's cousins, Khun Ae, sitting at our dining table. This six-person table can be pulled open to seat eight. We found this table at a nearby DIY center called "Home Pro". That place has become one of our more popular shopping destinations.
We found the leather dining chairs at Suan Lum Night Bazaar. Decent chairs that are quite comfortable, for a very reasonable price. They might look a bit spindly, but they are really quite comfortable.
Some photos of our kitchen by Starmark — great quality for a decent price.
We found this sofa at a furniture fair they were having over at Queen Sirikit Convention Center. It fits so perfectly between the staircase and the window, you might imagine that this might have been custom built for the space.
A shot of the workspace in the study. Not as spacious as before, but there's still a lot of junk that needs to get stored properly.
Some of the other junk that still needs to get sorted out.
Unpacking stuff in the master bedroom.
Unpacking stuff in Little Nio's bedroom.
A photograph of the Buddha image and shrine in our home. The bronze figure is from Sukhothai, while the stands are from Chatuchak. Our friends, Khun Sak and Khun Jae helped us make the selection for both the Buddha and the stands.
Little Nio is fast asleep. Our first night in our new home.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Moving Our Home, March 2008
During the course of construction we would all take time out to visit the house and see how the work was going. Progress was sometimes slow and frustrating, but being in the design and construction industry I know what to expect. Anticipating the inevitable has allowed me some peace of mind in all this... although that hasn't really helped relax my wife, Kanittha.
So, we would visit the house and see for ourselves and do whatever we can to help things along.
On one visit to the house construction, while waiting for the kitchen installation team to finish, we discovered that Little Nio loves eating grilled chicken and sticky rice.
We picked up an inexpensive fold away cart that's usually used for dragging groceries to the car, but in this case Little Nio has decided that it is just the right size for him, both sitting down or standing up it works perfectly.
After a big lunch of chicken and sticky rice, Little Nio thinks that it's now time to eat some bread. He really makes a big mess of things, but he enjoys his food. We're very lucky that Little Nio is not picky with food and that he's got a very healthy diet. Let's hope that he stays this way as far as eating is concerned.
After eating, Little Nio puts on a bit of music. He enjoys "dancing" and will move to the rhythm of a good beat.
Our move is going to be a major production. I've asked my friend, Khun Sathit, who owns a computer hardware supply company Multi Solution Management, to help migrate my computer system first. I've known him for years and years and years. He was introduced to me by Lolo Mon, and we've always gotten along. Through the years, I have purchased 99% of all my computer equipment from him.
Here's a view of my current system set-up. I'm planning to move the entire system on Wednesday, March 19th.
On Thursday, March 20th, the moving company, Asian Tigers Transpo, will be delivering the empty boxes to our apartment and begin packing. The final stage of our migration will be on Friday, March 21st, which is supposed to be a very fortuitous day, even more so because it will be a full moon, and a Good Friday as well.
One of the reasons I'm confident that the move will go without a hitch is because the movers are professionals and their teams are extremely good. I've used them once before when I moved back from Pattaya to Bangkok, and because of my work I've seen them on a number of office migration jobs as well. There's a premium to be paid, but at the end of the day it's all worth it.
We'd like to share a few progress photographs of our future home. It won't really be ours until we've finished off the payments, but that's a technicality we're happy to overlook.
The unit originally allocated a really small space for a kitchen and if we followed what the developers had planned for us, this is all we might be getting. Here's my wife, Kanittha, standing in the "Hot" part of the kitchen where we'll be doing all of the cooking. The glass door on the right side leads to the "Wet" part of our kitchen, with a nice sink.
This is supposed to be the "Cold" part of the kitchen. My wife is standing in the little niche designed for our refrigerator. The additional counter space on the right of that photo is more of a general work counter.
Out back in the laundry area, here's my wife standing with our oversized 1,000 liter water tank and our over specified 3,000W water pump. Note the fancy pipes and the filtration system.
Freshly delivered, (it's still got the plastic on) here's our sofa on the second floor Family Room. We thought about getting a nice heavy fabric with some really rich colors but in the context of the space and having a little child around the house as a realistic consideration, we opted on a light colored leather finish.
Exhausted from all the stuff she's had to help coordinate, my wife, Kanittha, takes a quick break on Little Nio's bed. We decided to get him a trundle bed that he can share with his aunt Pa Kut. It's a practical solution that we hope will work for the future.
So, we would visit the house and see for ourselves and do whatever we can to help things along.
On one visit to the house construction, while waiting for the kitchen installation team to finish, we discovered that Little Nio loves eating grilled chicken and sticky rice.
We picked up an inexpensive fold away cart that's usually used for dragging groceries to the car, but in this case Little Nio has decided that it is just the right size for him, both sitting down or standing up it works perfectly.
After a big lunch of chicken and sticky rice, Little Nio thinks that it's now time to eat some bread. He really makes a big mess of things, but he enjoys his food. We're very lucky that Little Nio is not picky with food and that he's got a very healthy diet. Let's hope that he stays this way as far as eating is concerned.
After eating, Little Nio puts on a bit of music. He enjoys "dancing" and will move to the rhythm of a good beat.
Our move is going to be a major production. I've asked my friend, Khun Sathit, who owns a computer hardware supply company Multi Solution Management, to help migrate my computer system first. I've known him for years and years and years. He was introduced to me by Lolo Mon, and we've always gotten along. Through the years, I have purchased 99% of all my computer equipment from him.
Here's a view of my current system set-up. I'm planning to move the entire system on Wednesday, March 19th.
On Thursday, March 20th, the moving company, Asian Tigers Transpo, will be delivering the empty boxes to our apartment and begin packing. The final stage of our migration will be on Friday, March 21st, which is supposed to be a very fortuitous day, even more so because it will be a full moon, and a Good Friday as well.
One of the reasons I'm confident that the move will go without a hitch is because the movers are professionals and their teams are extremely good. I've used them once before when I moved back from Pattaya to Bangkok, and because of my work I've seen them on a number of office migration jobs as well. There's a premium to be paid, but at the end of the day it's all worth it.
We'd like to share a few progress photographs of our future home. It won't really be ours until we've finished off the payments, but that's a technicality we're happy to overlook.
The unit originally allocated a really small space for a kitchen and if we followed what the developers had planned for us, this is all we might be getting. Here's my wife, Kanittha, standing in the "Hot" part of the kitchen where we'll be doing all of the cooking. The glass door on the right side leads to the "Wet" part of our kitchen, with a nice sink.
This is supposed to be the "Cold" part of the kitchen. My wife is standing in the little niche designed for our refrigerator. The additional counter space on the right of that photo is more of a general work counter.
Out back in the laundry area, here's my wife standing with our oversized 1,000 liter water tank and our over specified 3,000W water pump. Note the fancy pipes and the filtration system.
Freshly delivered, (it's still got the plastic on) here's our sofa on the second floor Family Room. We thought about getting a nice heavy fabric with some really rich colors but in the context of the space and having a little child around the house as a realistic consideration, we opted on a light colored leather finish.
Exhausted from all the stuff she's had to help coordinate, my wife, Kanittha, takes a quick break on Little Nio's bed. We decided to get him a trundle bed that he can share with his aunt Pa Kut. It's a practical solution that we hope will work for the future.
Removing the Stitches, March 2008
Nearly a week after his accident, Little Nio is ready to go back to the hospital and have his stitches removed. Actually, since we live so close to the hospital, his Mommy has been taking him to the hospital every single day to have the wound cleaned and the bandages changed.
Aside from the concerns we have from a medical standpoint, it also helps to take him to the hospital frequently so that he can disassociate any traumas he might have from the actual place — the hospital. We're hoping that the familiarity with such a place will prevent him from developing any silly phobias.
Here he is with his Mommy, just before we left to go to the hospital.
Getting our money's worth by having a doctor, a male orderly and three nurses all working together to help remove six tiny stitches off Little Nio's face.
All done. Here's Little Nio showing off his scar proudly. Let's hope that there won't be anymore of those.
There's a small play area on the 12th floor of the new Vichaiyut Medical Center. Little Nio is waiting for his appointment with his pediatrician, Doctor Wanasiri.
Checking out the rocking toys at the play area.
Little Nio and Mommy camping out on the floor of our new house, which is still under construction. This room will later become our Master Bedroom, but right now it's a picnic spot. He's even brought along a new xylophone.
Aside from the concerns we have from a medical standpoint, it also helps to take him to the hospital frequently so that he can disassociate any traumas he might have from the actual place — the hospital. We're hoping that the familiarity with such a place will prevent him from developing any silly phobias.
Here he is with his Mommy, just before we left to go to the hospital.
Getting our money's worth by having a doctor, a male orderly and three nurses all working together to help remove six tiny stitches off Little Nio's face.
All done. Here's Little Nio showing off his scar proudly. Let's hope that there won't be anymore of those.
There's a small play area on the 12th floor of the new Vichaiyut Medical Center. Little Nio is waiting for his appointment with his pediatrician, Doctor Wanasiri.
Checking out the rocking toys at the play area.
Little Nio and Mommy camping out on the floor of our new house, which is still under construction. This room will later become our Master Bedroom, but right now it's a picnic spot. He's even brought along a new xylophone.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Scarred People are Beautiful, February 2008
I came across this bit of writing in one of those Antioch retreats from a very long time ago. After what happened to Little Nio, this memory came back out of the cobwebs and I googled to find the complete text.
My apologies if this violates any copyrights to have this posted here.
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Scarred People are Beautiful
Man speaks:
I've seen a number of movies lately, Lord, like Romeo and Juliet.
The love of young people, at least in those movies,
is beautiful...
so simple... so total... so uncomplicated.
They seem so natural,
so free in their emotions, so clear in their feelings.
I wish i could be like that, Lord, but it can't be.
Why is it so?
I've been hurt, Lord.
I have trusted and been betrayed at times.
I have loved and received nothing in return.
I have tried hard to care and failed often.
I have shared my secrets and, heard them
whispered to others.
I have been warm and received a cold shoulder.
I have been through it, Lord.
I've fallen on my face.
I've banged my shins.
I've been bruised.
Look, Lord, I'm all covered with scars!
The Lord speaks:
Maybe you haven't understood enough
Maybe you haven't learned tat human life is like that:
All Saints are scarred.
Young love isn't the highest form of human love.
The greatest love comes from scarred people.
I know that many people stop loving so they won't be hurt again.
But those people who do start over again,
who continue in spite of all,
who leave themselves open
to the possibility of being hurt again.
Those people are able to love again in a deeper way,
a more understanding way,
a richer way.
Man's response:
I think i know what you mean, Lord.
I've met people like that...
and knowing them gives me courage.
The great people are those who continue
to love with their scars.
I like SCARRED PEOPLE, Lord-
THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL!
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Little Nio after his accident, with his aunt, Pa Kut. Note the matching shirts.
Children are more forgiving. I know that Pa Kut was blaming herself for what had happened. And I also know that she was deathly afraid that I would be angry with her. In this process of healing, it's good to see that Pa Kut has started to forgive herself. This, for me, is a really beautiful photo of two scarred people.
My apologies if this violates any copyrights to have this posted here.
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Scarred People are Beautiful
Man speaks:
I've seen a number of movies lately, Lord, like Romeo and Juliet.
The love of young people, at least in those movies,
is beautiful...
so simple... so total... so uncomplicated.
They seem so natural,
so free in their emotions, so clear in their feelings.
I wish i could be like that, Lord, but it can't be.
Why is it so?
I've been hurt, Lord.
I have trusted and been betrayed at times.
I have loved and received nothing in return.
I have tried hard to care and failed often.
I have shared my secrets and, heard them
whispered to others.
I have been warm and received a cold shoulder.
I have been through it, Lord.
I've fallen on my face.
I've banged my shins.
I've been bruised.
Look, Lord, I'm all covered with scars!
The Lord speaks:
Maybe you haven't understood enough
Maybe you haven't learned tat human life is like that:
All Saints are scarred.
Young love isn't the highest form of human love.
The greatest love comes from scarred people.
I know that many people stop loving so they won't be hurt again.
But those people who do start over again,
who continue in spite of all,
who leave themselves open
to the possibility of being hurt again.
Those people are able to love again in a deeper way,
a more understanding way,
a richer way.
Man's response:
I think i know what you mean, Lord.
I've met people like that...
and knowing them gives me courage.
The great people are those who continue
to love with their scars.
I like SCARRED PEOPLE, Lord-
THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL!
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Little Nio after his accident, with his aunt, Pa Kut. Note the matching shirts.
Children are more forgiving. I know that Pa Kut was blaming herself for what had happened. And I also know that she was deathly afraid that I would be angry with her. In this process of healing, it's good to see that Pa Kut has started to forgive herself. This, for me, is a really beautiful photo of two scarred people.
Monday, February 25, 2008
First Accident, February 2008
My heart jumped out of my throat and I could feel the blood run out from my face.
I got a call from my wife, Kanittha, that morning at work. She said that Little Nio had fallen down on his head... and that there was a lot of blood... and they were on the way to the hospital already. I could hear him crying in the background, he was obviously in pain.
My son does not usually cry in pain. He whines when he needs to communicate a need and he gets belligerent when he doesn't get what he's asking for. If he bumps his head he will stifle a cry and grumble about it with a sad face, then forget about it in a couple of minutes.
I left the office as quickly as I could. My boss, Donal, Little Nio's godfather, told me to drop everything and just go. I shut down my computer system right away and barked last minute instructions as I hurried to the lifts. I deliberately set my driving to a very aware and safe driving mode. The last thing we needed was another accident.
I am so very, very proud of my wife. She handled the crisis exactly as I had trained her. Manage the emergency, get all your resources sequenced properly and then make the calls once the emergency procedures are in process. She knew to call me after she had set things in motion and not to wait for me. She realized that I would be stuck in Bangkok traffic for at least half an hour before I could get to the hospital, so she managed as much as she could, and arranged to meet me at the emergency room.
While in the car she called to ask me to stop by the apartment before coming to the hospital, for extra clothes for Little Nio. He had completely bloodied all the clothes that he had been wearing.
Ten minutes later she called again, to tell me that she had remembered and found the spare clothes we had packed in the emergency bag. No need for me to go to the apartment, I should go to the hospital. But by that time, I had already made a committed detour for our apartment and I was now caught up in the flow of traffic without a chance of finding an alternative route to the hospital.
When I finally arrived, they were already out of the emergency room waiting at the cashier counter. As soon as Little Nio saw me he let out a sharp angry yell, "AAAAARRH!" As if to say "where were you?!! and what took you soooo long to get here?!!". Perhaps that was just my guilt. He might as well have yelled, "it's about time!"
I took this photograph at the hospital. Six stitches on the side of his nose on his left cheek. His chin, his left cheek, the eyelid surrounding his left eye and his forehead were all slightly bruised.
Apparently what had happened was that he had gone down with Pa Kut, to the carport in our apartment, in much the same way that they did everyday. My wife was upstairs in our unit on the fourth floor, washing his bottles and tending to other household chores.
Pa Kut had set Little Nio down so he could stretch his legs and do a bit of walking. She loves him dearly and takes extremely good care of him. She always holds on to both his hands when they go walking together like this. Little Nio had caught sight of a bird that had landed nearby, and before she could grab on to his waist securely, he bolted out of her hands chasing after the bird.
He might have suddenly remembered that he couldn't walk yet, or he may have lost his balance due to the uneven ground off the paved driveway. Either way, he came down hard on the side of a planter that split his cheek open.
At the hospital, I took my son into my arms and gave him a big and gentle reassuring hug. He hasn't learned how to speak yet, but that didn't stop him from blubbering and jabbering away as if complaining. I held him close and let him work it out of his system, stroking his back as he complained it all away. He truly does have some fiery Navarro blood coursing through his veins... and it hasn't been diluted at all, since my wife's family are fighters as well.
The second thing I did was I gave Pa Kut a big hug, to let her know that it was all an accident, and that I know she always does her very best to take care, to protect and watch over Little Nio. My wife shared that Pa Kut has a history of suffering from a weak heart. Stressful incidents like this might cause her to faint, or worse still she might have a heart failure. It was very important for me that she knows how much she means to us, and specially how much she means to Little Nio.
Accidents happen. We were very fortunate that while it was a big cut on Little Nio's cheek, it was in a place that might not even leave a scar when he grows older. And even if it does leave a slight, subtle scar, he can wear it proudly as a sign of character. We are very blessed to have Pa Kut with us, Little Nio's very own real life guardian angel.
I got a call from my wife, Kanittha, that morning at work. She said that Little Nio had fallen down on his head... and that there was a lot of blood... and they were on the way to the hospital already. I could hear him crying in the background, he was obviously in pain.
My son does not usually cry in pain. He whines when he needs to communicate a need and he gets belligerent when he doesn't get what he's asking for. If he bumps his head he will stifle a cry and grumble about it with a sad face, then forget about it in a couple of minutes.
I left the office as quickly as I could. My boss, Donal, Little Nio's godfather, told me to drop everything and just go. I shut down my computer system right away and barked last minute instructions as I hurried to the lifts. I deliberately set my driving to a very aware and safe driving mode. The last thing we needed was another accident.
I am so very, very proud of my wife. She handled the crisis exactly as I had trained her. Manage the emergency, get all your resources sequenced properly and then make the calls once the emergency procedures are in process. She knew to call me after she had set things in motion and not to wait for me. She realized that I would be stuck in Bangkok traffic for at least half an hour before I could get to the hospital, so she managed as much as she could, and arranged to meet me at the emergency room.
While in the car she called to ask me to stop by the apartment before coming to the hospital, for extra clothes for Little Nio. He had completely bloodied all the clothes that he had been wearing.
Ten minutes later she called again, to tell me that she had remembered and found the spare clothes we had packed in the emergency bag. No need for me to go to the apartment, I should go to the hospital. But by that time, I had already made a committed detour for our apartment and I was now caught up in the flow of traffic without a chance of finding an alternative route to the hospital.
When I finally arrived, they were already out of the emergency room waiting at the cashier counter. As soon as Little Nio saw me he let out a sharp angry yell, "AAAAARRH!" As if to say "where were you?!! and what took you soooo long to get here?!!". Perhaps that was just my guilt. He might as well have yelled, "it's about time!"
I took this photograph at the hospital. Six stitches on the side of his nose on his left cheek. His chin, his left cheek, the eyelid surrounding his left eye and his forehead were all slightly bruised.
Apparently what had happened was that he had gone down with Pa Kut, to the carport in our apartment, in much the same way that they did everyday. My wife was upstairs in our unit on the fourth floor, washing his bottles and tending to other household chores.
Pa Kut had set Little Nio down so he could stretch his legs and do a bit of walking. She loves him dearly and takes extremely good care of him. She always holds on to both his hands when they go walking together like this. Little Nio had caught sight of a bird that had landed nearby, and before she could grab on to his waist securely, he bolted out of her hands chasing after the bird.
He might have suddenly remembered that he couldn't walk yet, or he may have lost his balance due to the uneven ground off the paved driveway. Either way, he came down hard on the side of a planter that split his cheek open.
At the hospital, I took my son into my arms and gave him a big and gentle reassuring hug. He hasn't learned how to speak yet, but that didn't stop him from blubbering and jabbering away as if complaining. I held him close and let him work it out of his system, stroking his back as he complained it all away. He truly does have some fiery Navarro blood coursing through his veins... and it hasn't been diluted at all, since my wife's family are fighters as well.
The second thing I did was I gave Pa Kut a big hug, to let her know that it was all an accident, and that I know she always does her very best to take care, to protect and watch over Little Nio. My wife shared that Pa Kut has a history of suffering from a weak heart. Stressful incidents like this might cause her to faint, or worse still she might have a heart failure. It was very important for me that she knows how much she means to us, and specially how much she means to Little Nio.
Accidents happen. We were very fortunate that while it was a big cut on Little Nio's cheek, it was in a place that might not even leave a scar when he grows older. And even if it does leave a slight, subtle scar, he can wear it proudly as a sign of character. We are very blessed to have Pa Kut with us, Little Nio's very own real life guardian angel.
