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Auntie Mlia

the path to becoming the "fun aunt"

Purple Lipstick

I was really confident in my brother. His responsibility was to babysit my nephew for the day while I did chores and homework. It seemed like my nephew MJ was behaving well all day from the lack of whines and cries.

I decided that I trusted my 14 year old brother to babysit MJ while I was just in my room. That was definitely a mistake.

I woke up from a nap to a crying MJ and a crying brother. Heres what I found:


Apparently MJ found one of his mom’s old lipsticks. Never will I leave him alone with my brother.

I now believe that toddlers need 24/7 supervision. My brother now learned this as well. His 5 minutes of neglect resulted in purple stained walls and carpets. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Church

I look like this and I go to a Korean Catholic Church. Im actually half Korean. I stick out like a sore thumb at the church I’ve been going to since birth. When I chose to be my nephew, MJ’s babysitter at Easter mass this passed Sunday, so. many. people. assumed I was MJ’s mother. I don’t think I look old enough to have a toddler and I found it odd for over 10 adults to mistake me for a teen mom at a catholic church. I couldnt help but wonder if it was because of the color of my skin. 

It’s difficult to comfortably identify with a single ethnic group or culture when you’re a part of so many. You classify as “mixed” or mutli-ethnic. My nephew MJ is 9 different ethnicities. When he is older he will also face the endless questions about his nationality and ethnicities.

He can make you laugh

The ability to make anyone laugh is such a gift. My nephew Maze has this gift and it always highlights my day. If he made u upset by being aggressive with his toys or playing with his food, rather than eating it, two seconds after, he’d be doing something to try and make you laugh. He succeeds every time. Recently his go to move has been dancing. In the past it’s been making faces and doing a bunch of other ridiculous things. It’s pretty cool watching a baby dance when you play music because it’s natural. They weren’t taught, or at least MJ wasn’t, to dance when music came on. There’s a kind of instinct to move to a beat. Here’s a video of MJ’s latest moves. I understand that I am biased of whether he can make anyone laugh but I hope this video diminished your speculation.​

Grapes!

We are often taught how to behave by example. Kinda like “monkey see monkey do.” A product of this saying is my nephew MJ throwing almost every grape he can get his hands on up in the air. As everyone in my family occasionally finds at least a couple grapes on the floor throughout our house, my name angrily springs into their thoughts.
I have a pretty bad habit of playing with my food at home. So, any snack that is small and preferably circular, I will throw it up in the air and ATTEMPT to catch it in my mouth. I’ve gotten pretty good at it from my years of practice. And well MJ, being 19 months old, who will copy every little thing you do, picked up this habit from me; however, the only thing he throws are his grapes. He won’t even throw his Cheerios like I do. Just grapes. He manages to get some grapes in his mouth by mimicking the motion of throwing it up in the air, but instead of releasing the grape into the air, he’ll bring it to his mouth. You can’t help but laugh when watching him do this. Actually, you can’t help but laugh when watching him do anything. I love this kid

 

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Manana

Manana is what MJ calls me. He can’t pronounce Malia. He can’t properly say any words with L’s in it actually. When i was little i remember I could never say yellow. I would say “lello.” My youngest aunt always made my little five year old self feel like the funniest person in the world. In my grandma’s living room she’d see me and say, “Malia say yellow!” More times than I can remember. I always replied with “lello!” and so happy to make people laugh. Little kids always like making people laugh. MJ LOVES making people laugh. If he does something silly and catches you merely smirking, he’ll keep doing it until you’re laughing so hard that you have tears coming down your cheeks and your stomach hurts. There’s this video of MJ dancing silly wth my mom dying in the background. I was dying too but had to keep some composure to catch the moment on video. Having the ability to make people genuinely laugh is such an amazing quality to have. I believe humor is very important, especially wit. I love wit. When MJ is older I hope he is very witty. And if not, I will throw so much sarcasm at him that he will be forced to communicate back in the same way. I once saw this ecard about sarcasm and it being a second language. I screenshotted it because it was so relatable. Ecards wer made to be relatable. I used to have an app on my phome that just fed me ecards whenever I asked. I sometimes with people can feed me whenever I ask. I can be pretty lazy. I sleep quite a lot. It’s understandable because of my busy schedule. I think. My mom says my sleeping habits are unhealthy, but I can get sleep when I’m older. When I was younger in bed, I used to have such a hard time falling asleep. So as a little game in bed I would start by thinking about one thing, then another, then another, and all those thoughts linked somehow. For example Id think of my mom, then Id think about watcher bit into her slice of Hawaiian pizza at dinner, then I’d think of the pineapples on the pizza, then I’d think about the gross core on pineapples, then I’d think about how some people have gross cores. At some point I’d stop. Then taking my last thought, I would trace it back to my very first thought. So I’d take the gross cores of people to pineapple cores, the pineapples to the pizza, the pizza to dinner and so on and so on. Now i sleep fine. MJ is crying and had woken up from his nap. He just called me. I’m still not used to being called Manana.

 

Decorated Diapers

I was in trouble. This trouble was my nephew’s unfortunate liquid defecation, or more commonly known as explosive diarrhea. I discovered this misfortune after a good five seconds from stepping through the front door of our home. MJ heard my keys from his room and met me at the door. Does MJ, who i should mention is almost always pantless, have a new design on his diapers? I took a closer look. What’s that smell? It was definitely a new design. A yellowish brown outline decorated the ruffled leg openings on the diaper. Oh. I know.

After closing the door behind me and putting my things down, I asked the one year old, “Where’s Mom?” making sure to get the shrug, confused look on my face, and raising the pitch at the end of the question just right. I let him lead me towards their room.

I then discovered my sister taking a nap. This followed by a series of commands for the 18 month old that he knows too well.

“Diaper please.” He shuffled and handed me a diaper from the diaper box in the corner of the room.

“Wipes?” But I had them near me so I picked them up.

“Come here” 

As I started on the decorated diapers that seemed to start hardening, indicating an uncomfortable length of time it had been decorated, I thought of my consequences. You will get some stuff on your hands Malia, some dry and some wet. MJ will not enjoy having his diaper changed and will cry Malia. You will have difficulty with the solidifying contents of the diaper.

We will skip the details of the clean up to the end result, clean.

So now I think this kind of trouble is best fixed if dealt with as soon as possible.

Meet MJ

Think about a long day at work, school, or wherever you may spend your long days. This long day is pretty exhausting. You long for the end of it. You long to go to a place you call home.  And home is where that one thing is. The thing that you were picturing in your head all day. Many people could describe this thing as a bed, a significant other, a good meal, a pet, a good tv show, or maybe their children.

This is Maze Jordan Masoe (aka MJ). He’s not my child, but my sister’s. He is 18 months old and a handful. But when I say handful, I don’t mean in the anxiety causing way children are traditionally referred to. When I say MJ’s a handful, it’s more like a handful of your favorite candy. Or a handful of your favorite movies (assuming you’d be holding the DVDs of the movies). And this handful is what I look forward to seeing after a long day.

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