Sunday, February 08, 2009

Welcome, Year o' the Ox

We were a little tardy celebrating Chinese New Year (aka "Spring Festival," which strikes me as a tad optimistic). The actual lunar new year was January 26, but we had our fete a week or so later. Eats were from "Little World" (14th So. and State; muy delicioso).


Presents were lovingly wrapped by Grandpa.

Emma was born in the Year of the Rooster (way back in 05). According to the internet...so it's gotta be true...this is what Emma's like:

"People born in the Year of the Rooster are deep thinkers, capable, and talented. They like to be busy and are devoted beyond their capabilities and are deeply disappointed if they fail. People born in the Rooster Year are often a bit eccentric, and often have rather difficult relationship with others. They always think they are right and usually are! They frequently are loners and though they give the outward impression of being adventurous, they are timid. Rooster people's emotions like their fortunes, swing very high to very low. They can be selfish and too outspoken, but are always interesting and can be extremely brave. They are most compatible with Ox, Snake, and Dragon."

Hunh. Well, I certainly agree with two of the statements:

1. "They always think they are right"
2. "...are always interesting"

Plus, of course, she is deep, capable, talented, busy, devoted, and brave. But none of that other stuff.

In other Year of the Ox news: Emma continues to be deeply enraptured by craft projects.

And conceived of the display below, which now graces the ceiling above our bathroom counter.




Last week we spent a fun evening at Uncle Matt and Aunt Erin's for the annual Superbowl din-din (me, I never even know who's playing, but the food and company are outstanding). Emma loves to be with cousins Josh, Jonah and Sam.

And it was an occasion to take the annual Superbowl Sunday Rib Photo (third year running). So, below, we have pix from 2007, 2008, and 2009. Our little rib-eater appears to be thriving.


Happy new year to you, yours, AND the ox you rode in on.