It was fun. A total blast. Amazing food. Excellent entertainment. And surprisingly at a venue only 10 minutes from our house.
Several of my co-workers got to meet Bean. And while she was shy, she did whisper Xin Nian Kwai Le or Gung Hay Fat Choy to most of them. Of course, when we were not asking her to talk to a stranger, she was twirling (her new thing) around yelling Gung Hay FAT Choy in a loud sing-song voice. Many of the grandparents there commended her on her song and dance. It was sweet.
She was mesmerized by the waist drum performance, all the dancing ones, and all the ones that had someone playing a musical instrument. The choral groups did not hold her attention. There was a Lion of course, wandering throughout the crowd before the feast. When it was far away, she was fascinated. Up close, not so much. We sat at a table with friends, and they have a 4 year old who has zero love for the lion. I suspect that some of the Bean’s face hiding was a copy cat maneuver. She gets along well with this little girl, and looks up to her.
There were only two disasters:
#1 – I mistakenly told her that a hot dried pepper was a mushroom, which she then put in her mouth and was instantly miserable. Bad, bad Mom moment. I felt awful. I was glad that I had brought a milk box for her (they usually only serve soda and water at these events. No juice. The water goes quick, as you can imagine). She downed the milk, and ate about 1/2 a pound of grapes, then merrily went back to her peanut chicken. Only after putting the offending pepper on Daddy’s plate. She is such a trooper. 10 bucks says she is off of mushrooms for a while.
#2 – We left the camera at home. Of course.
I am wondering if I can make the peanut chicken with tofu instead of chicken?
