Monthly Archives: June 2026

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 9

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June 30, 2026- “Lion goes ‘RAH’ !” So said my granddaughter, as I lay with my head resting on her large plush “Rion the Lion”, a Japanese cartoon character. She probably remembers that from her father and I each having read to her from a book about animals. We learn these things from her, in return, each time we are in the play pen.

Looking at Hana’s eyebrows, it is noticeable that they resemble my mother’s brows. Mom left us two years ago, today. She would have gotten quite a kick out of her youngest great granddaughter, She would have called Hana “a pistol”. The little girl is quite outspoken, even “weighing in” on things to which we didn’t know she had been paying attention.

Hana has learned the sequence of eating three bites of food, then taking a sip or two from her bottle of milk. She had been fairly possessive of the bottle and wanted to drink it dry, without much of a break. This is changing, as she finds it a good aid to chewing meat or rice. Tonight’s mini-meal was peanut butter (unsalted and creamy). She took to it, using a spoon. It was not as messy as the yogurt, but she did need to be cleaned up afterward.

HANA’S NOTE- I get cranky towards the end of the day, when I expect Mommy and Daddy to come home. If you read this, Papa, know that it’s nothing against you. I need all three of you.

YEAR IN REMEMBRANCE- 1950: Coming out backwards (almost); Uncle Jim landing at Incheon. Upstairs in the Gooch Street apartment.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 8

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June 29, 2026- Hana likes plain yogurt, both as a light supper and as facial make-up. She managed to get some of it into her belly, tonight, but a good part of it covered her face and hands. It was a safe item to use for giving her a chance to try to feed herself, so that’s what happened.

We usually take 40 minutes to an hour for her lunch. She can only eat half a spoonful at a time, even of pureed foods. I take a very leisurely pace, with my main goals being getting her to enjoy eating and to derive the greatest nutritional value from what her mother has plated for her.

This afternoon, a workman made a brief call, to tend to something small in the master bedroom. As Hana was napping in her crib, he and I were extra quiet. She pooped her head up, anyway. wanting to see what was going on. The little girl is a light sleeper, like her paternal grandmother-not a storm snoozer, like her father. I got her out of the crib and she watched the rest of the proceedings. Of course, she needed more sleep after he left, so I let her sleep in my arms, while we sat in the recliner.

An advance gift came today-her ear muffs for the Independence Day fireworks. Her little ears don’t need to endure the bangs and booms that are certain to go off, in Hoblitzelle Park-probably Thursday night (There is always a purist, who points out that the Founding Fathers wanted to go with July 2, originally), as well as Friday and Saturday nights. She will most likely be asleep by the time the light shows start, but one can’t be too careful.

HANA’S NOTE: Papa can’t put anything by me. I sleep with one eye open.

The Hana Chronicles, Month 6, Day 7

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June 28, 2026- Hi, everyone! It’s Hana, Papa’s favourite girl. Since my grandfather is at the Red Cross Donor Center this morning, I am taking the reins of the blog site-since it’s in my name.

I just want to let you all know how I see things. My family is pretty tight. When I cry or call out, all three of them are at my side in a flash. I sense that not every kid has that kind of family devotion. I’ve heard Papa talk about people who yell at children. I’m glad no one yells at me-at least not yet.. My grown-ups hold me to a few rules, but nothing that is not fair to where I am as a person.

I am mostly a happy baby. My plush toys comfort me, when the Bigs are all doing something around the house. Usually, though, someone is either in the play pen with me or sitting in the recliner nearby. Papa reads a bunch of what he calls his morning prayers, every weekday morning, before we do anything else. I hear him upstairs, on weekends, doing the same thing. He and I go on walks every weekday that it isn’t raining. Now that it is the hot and dry season, we will go outside in the early morning, right after prayers. At least that’s the plan for now. The four of us go outside on weekends, before it gets too hot.

Let me tell you about my plush toy friends. They all come from Japanese cartoons: Pompompurin ( a dog); Ryon (a lion); Hello Kitty (yep, she’s a cat) and Tottoro ( a giant rabbit). I also have Sonya ( a plastiic female hedgehog) and Renata (a colourful wooden Mexican girl doll). Mommy says I need to be careful with Renata, but she seems pretty solid.

You know what’s the neatest new thing? I get to sit in my high chair for all the family meals! I used to sit in a bouncy chair, behind my Mom, and had to talk loudly so no one would forget I was there. It got lonesome, especially when the Bigs would all be talking about stuff at my parents’ jobs or things about the house or yard. Now, I can listen and offer my own opinions. Like when my Daddy hurt himself, yesterday, while Papa was upstairs. When he came down to see what had happened, I told him all about it! Of course, Daddy spoke for himself too. It is what he calls “agency”. I guess I will find out more about that. Papa says I should speak up for myself-and believe me, I do!

Well, that’s it for now. Papa is coming home and he says he’s bringing sandwiches from a deli. My parents are happy at that news. I’m okay with it, even though there’s no sandwich for me. I am going to eat part of a banana. I like bananas. They’re sweet-and they’re fun to play with! Have a Happy Sunday, everybody!

The Hana Chronicles, Month 6, Day 6

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June 27, 2026- Hana had two kinds of fruit today. At lunch, she sat with us and ate a few bites of apple. At dinner, she ate a bit more pear. She now sits in her high chair, for both meals, She tried sipping water through a straw, but needs a bit more diaphragmic power, yet. That doesn’t stop her from trying, so we will keep going on that front, day by day.

She made a visit to Whole Foods, with her parents, and was reportedly delightfully fascinated by all the sights and sounds-“well-behaved”, in her father’s words. What else could a six-month-old be, I wonder? Everything is new and exciting. Hana is taking it all in.

She also can “explain” things that she observes. When her Dad experienced a minor mishap, in the kitchen, this Noon, my granddaughter said “Daddy hurt” and tapped her hand, to show that was where he was hurt.

While the family was at Whole Foods, I went to the storage unit and retrieved five boxes and a few bags. I am making a definite dent in that unit and should have everything in the house or donated to Goodwill, by the middle of July.

My prayers go to Venezuela, where the situation remains horrible, following the two earthquakes near La Guaira, in the north of the country. So many families have members who are dead, or are buried under concrete. I am also watching three fires in northern Arizona, two between Flagstaff and Grand forward, Tuesday is the thirteenth anniversary of the Yarnell Hill Fire, which led to the deaths of 19 wildland firefighters. The threat is never far away.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 5

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June 26, 2026- Hana “enjoyed” a banana, this evening. She ate a few bites, then played with the rest. Her jumper, and the tray to her high chair, were covered in banana art. This was conveyed to me by her mother, who thought a banana would be a treat for her. It was-just not especially as a food, at least for now.

Earlier, I found that Hana was having trouble chewing the semi-pureed beef that was left for her lunch. Yunhee got off work early, and so fed her by alternating meat with milk. I wondered aloud if that worked. My granddaughter looked me full in the face and shouted : “HO!” I took that, and her expression, to mean “Of course, Papa. Don’t you know anything?” I guess I know now-as with so many people, Hana likes to alternate solid food with a sip of liquid.

Hana has a robust sense of humour. She even laughs if she breaks wind, which is thankfully not a frequent occurrence and never very loud. It amuses her, though. Her laugh is infectious.

Our six-month-old got a clean bill of health from her pediatrician, this afternoon, and she is well within normal range, in her vital signs. Team Hana is doing things right.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 4

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June 25, 2026- Hana sat up twice today, on her own. She called to me, both times, so that I knew she had reached her goal. Of course, she will build on this and be able to sit without support, for several minutes at a time, well before reaching 7 months.

In setting tasks for herself and practicing diligently, until she completes the task, Hana is a mirror of her grandmother. Penny always had a project or mission to accomplish. In many ways, Yunhee,, always doing some work on behalf of her daughter, is likewise setting the example. Hana notices what is being done on her behalf and part of her already wants to emulate purposeful activity. In her large playpen, my granddaughter is always on the move.

In my own sphere, any thoughts of slowing down have been quickly disabused. In keeping watch over this dynamic little girl, I will be just as occupied as in the days of community service and travel. Then again, slowing down was never my intention when I came here. Whether there is one grandchild, two or three grandchildren, the joy of passing the baton will be long in playing out.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 3

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June 24, 2026- “I love” is the sweetest phrase, especially coming from a six-month old. I don’t expect my granddaughter to speak, but she does so and from her heart. Many times, Hana us repeating what she has heard us say, over and over. Sometimes, as with the comment, two days ago, about the beef, she speaks as her brain has told her, perhaps from having heard others speak, here and there. Her words of love, though, are definitely a reflection of how each of us feels about her. When she said it, this afternoon, it made my day.

I have a new role in my Faith community: Moderating consultation during our Sector’s (neighbourhood group’s) Spiritual Feasts. Tonight was my first time doing this, and I felt it crucial to ask for people to translate from English to Persian, at several points, as 98% of the group is Persian-speaking, and not all of these folks are fluent in English. It is Baha’i practice to provide believers with translation into their preferred language, and not to demand that they learn English for the convenience of native speakers of English. People should learn a language for their own progress or convenience, not for that of others.

Hana is being raised speaking English and Korean. I am also introducing numbers and a few key phrases in French and Spanish also. I have heard her speak English, here and there. She probably speaks a few Korean words to her mother. One needs to listen carefully, though, to the soft, high-pitched voice. As I said earlier, her words tend to come from the heart.

There is much to be learned from a little one, though, in discerning what matters most.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 2

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June 23, 2026- Hana encountered tow periods of loud noise today. One was outside, as a landscaping crew trimmed several of the trees in our yard, which had been overgrown for several years. She didn’t seem upset by the commotion, and I explained to her that it was like a person getting a haircut. Trees need grooming too. Some day that will make sense to her.

The second burst of noise, a plumber using a drill to change out some fixtures under the kitchen sink, frightened her and she needed to be held and rocked, in the master bedroom, away from the kitchen, for about fifteen minutes, before she was able to calm down. It helped that the workman had finished his drilling in the interim. It seems more a matter of high pitch bothering her ears.

She seems to definitely have especially keen hearing-and vision, so I am not surprised by what happened. We know now to get her outside, when power tools are being used in the house.

Every day, there is a new revelation. Lunch went better today, so there’s that. We also got to walk a bit in the park, this afternoon. The dry season starts in a day or two, so walks will need to be done in the morning, from then until late September.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 1

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June 22, 2026- “I don’t WANT it!” With two bites left of pureed beef, my granddaughter said she was not happy with the fare. She tried to take off her bib and wanted out of the high chair. I told her it was okay and we would go to the bottle feeding, which follows the solid food. I took the bib off, cleaned her face and took her out of the chair.

Hana is too much of a Clean Plate Club member to refuse food without cause; so when her parents got home, we discussed the matter and determined that heating up the beef at the same time I defrosted a cube of rice was a bad idea. They will be prepared separately, going forward. Hana is likely to be okay with the meal, tomorrow.

I encourage her to be discerning, but outspoken, when something seems wrong. A reasonable adult will hear the child out and either explain why something is so or make the effort to correct anything that is amiss. Sometimes, fatigue will set in, and she won’t know what she wants, so it’s nap time. She knows that Papa’s-and her parents’- response to her bad mood is to check the diaper first, then determine if she needs a feeding, then put her in the crib. She was more than happy to lie down for a rest, three times today-and still went to bed at 7:30 p.m.

She likes to share her ‘sphere inside a cube’ toy with me, so I shake the cube and bounce it off the playpen mat, with a moderate amount of gusto. She is delighted that I play this with her for ten or fifteen minutes. Then she goes on to something else, just periodically checking over her shoulder, to make sure I am still there. I leave my cloth slippers outside the playpen. As I was sitting in a recliner, with the slippers just outside the open playpen gate, Hana took a cloth that was sitting on the pen floor, and started to wipe my slippers. I don’t know where she got that from, but it is just another small thing that endears her to us.

My father passed away, forty years ago today. He would have been over the moon with this little girl.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 5, Day 31

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June 21, 2026- Hana started “observing” her Daddy’s first Father’s Day, by calling to him at 5 a.m. He slept through it, and Mommy came to get he rout of the crib. I saw all this on the baby monitor, then went back to sleep myself, Our girl is always in good hands. Hana did manage to sit up, without support, for the first time, thus fulfilling one of her father’s hopes for the day.

Aram and I were treated to grilled beef, onions, garlic cloves, and kimchi, settled on lettuce leaves, with brown rice as a bed. Yunhee worked hard at this grilling, under her daughter’s watchful eyes. A workman showed up, to make an initial assessment of some work he will do on the kitchen sink, tomorrow or Tuesday, Once that was finished, we set out for Carrollton, to visit a place called Old Ferry Donut. It is a Korean-owned branch of a chain that is popular in South Korea, so Yunhee wanted us to try it. The fare was nice, though by the time we arrived, they were out of almost every kind of donut. We managed to get three different kinds and shared them three ways. The donuts were cakier than most of the pastries I’ve had in Korean or Chinese-owned shops and more like those served in Mexican-owned establishments. Donuts are donuts, though, and I enjoyed all three varieties.

A family member once told me that I was given one job, and couldn’t even get that one right. This was one of those “out of left field” bits of nonsense that circumstances required me to not rebut. That hit and run aside, I got a t-shirt from my daughter-in-law today, that tells a more accurate story. I do have two roles, given by the Divine, and I am fulfilling both quite well. Being a father to my adult son, and grandfather to Hana, involves being here for both of them, listening and validating their feelings.

It’s been a nice Father’s Day.