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Thank You, Mr Lee

  

Today, is the day we all mourn and say our last goodbyes to Mr Lee Kuan Yew.

And coincidently, it is now raining. Many would think, even heavens is weeping for the loss of such a great man. At least, that is what I first associated the sudden big rain with.

I had contributed my tribute to the official online site, Remembering Mr Lee Kuan Yew, yesterday. It pretty much sums up the running of thoughts in my head the days after the news of Mr Lee passing away.

Here it goes:

I am born in the 80s (1983) and am currently blessed with a little girl, at 2 years old.

Usually I am not one who is really too involved in the ‘politics’ of Singapore and can be quite ignorant in this sense. I only knew you were someone who played a big part in molding Singapore to what she is today, but I never really given it much thought/attention all along until now. My parents would always tell me that the younger generation nowadays do not value what we have (are enjoying) now, and that we only know how to ‘complain’ (be uncontented/never satisfied), still (despite what we are having now). And yes indeed, I am guilty of not being able to truly appreciate what I have now in such a way as the older generation do, people of your era/generation, the pioneer generation, who actually went through the transition phase of Singapore along with you, who went through the chaos and insecurity stage of Singapore.

The media has shared much about you, your life, your values, and your love story with us these days. I start to realize you have actually played that huge and impactful part to building up Singapore to what she is today, a successful, clean, safe and comfortable place to live in, where we all call as ‘home’. When I was born, I am already “enjoying life”, as what many older folks would claim of us in comparison of what they had gone through. And my girl also is able to be living a comfortable life now.

All because of you. Your contributions. Your determination. Your hard work. Your time. Your passion. Your love for Singapore, for us, the people.

And now as I think about what I have, I truly appreciate and feel grateful for what I have now, being able to live in comfort. The security that we have compared to other countries.

I am deeply touched by your devotion to Mrs Lee as well. And I truly respect and admire her too because I believe since you have given up your ‘life’ (all) to Singapore, it surely means where time is considered, she has to ‘share’ with all of us, your precious time and attention. And she is yet your close friend and someone whom you look upon to for advice and discussion in terms of ‘work’ at the same time. She played a very important role in your life, being the woman behind you, Mr Lee, a great man.

So thank you, Mrs Lee.

Thank you, Mr Lee. Thank you for giving your all for Singapore. Thank you for loving Singapore this much. You will be very much missed and remembered, and will live in our hearts forever.

Here, with much pride, I am able to say, I am really proud to be a Singaporean. And I really appreciate and respect what you have done for Singapore.

It is a big loss for us Singaporeans on your departure, and we are all sad that you will not be able to join us for this year’s SG50 national day celebration, but I am happy and glad that you are able to reunite with Mrs Lee and that the deep hole in your heart can be mended.

I believe Singapore will keep progressing, with all of us playing our own parts well.

Bless you and your family, and also my utmost respect to Mr Lee Hsien Loong, who has been very strong having to grieve over the loss of his father, and yet still play his role well as our national leader. It is already very tough having to grieve over the loss of someone so dear to you, but he has really been juggling very well in both ways.

Finally, for one last time, thank you Mr Lee.
There. (I really want to keep this for memorance sake and of course, as a sign of respect.)

And yes, it’s weird (yet ‘amazing’) how many whom like me, do not actually know Mr Lee in person but still feel that sadness/loss in our hearts… It simply means he has somehow touched our hearts, in one way or another. And for one man, to touch this many hearts, it only shows how great a man he is.

How many great men do you ‘encounter’ in a lifetime? We did. I did. We are all lucky that we have such an efficient and ‘loving’ leader whom along with his team, built Singapore to what she is today. Many others actually envy us for having such a truly intelligent and passionate leader, how we’ve progressed and are doing so well (as a nation), and it is obvious how he loved Singapore deeply, caring for her all along.

All his life, for Singapore, for us.

So, again, for the very last time,

THANK YOU, MR LEE.

You will be missed.
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Venice is 2! (25 months old to be exact) :D

Hey yo!!! My baby’s TWOOO years old! OMG OMG how time flies!!!

She turned 2 in January 2015, and well, her birthday celebration wasn’t as ‘elaborate’ as last year’s (oops) but the fact was, she wasn’t even really that interested in the ‘celebrations’ in that sense. Eg. Singing of the birthday song, cake cutting etc. She just couldn’t really stay still there and we really thought that she would be more ‘excited’ about her cakes, especially the customized Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck one… *bah

At Po Po’s house (1st celebration):

There you go… Looking uninterested (and tired even!).

Trying to get her to be ‘excited’.

More ‘interested’ playing in the room. Couldn’t really get a decent shot of her and Po Po (despite this is still a nice candid shot :)).

Home sweet home (2nd celebration):

Fancied the idea of holding the knife.

Was more interested in the balloons.

Was Chor Chor’s actual birthday! She just couldn’t stay still there, AT ALL. LOL.

Her squirming away action.

Actual day:

And we brought her to the airport! (Intention was to let her play at the kids playground like last year, but ended up she was not interested at all.)

Played at the ‘free’ playground instead. (Also good, help Mommy and Daddy save money. Hahaha.)

Enjoying the water fountain show.

That’s it for her birthday. 🙂

For now, she pretty much just recovered from her stomach flu (no more vomitting/ diarrhea or that sort, her appetite is sort of back but still not back to her usual ‘usual’ (in terms of quantity), and she seems to be having a very bloated tummy (seems to be having a lot of discomfort – fart is super smelly and well, she hasn’t poo-ed for like, 5 days?! 😱😥 – lucky she did today, earlier in the night)). In fact, the whole family (we) actually got ‘it’ (stomach flu).

Her uncle (my brother, her Gu Gu) got it first on Monday, 23 Feb, then she got it (started vomitting) early morning around 5+am on Wednesday, 25 Feb (really all of a sudden, out of nowhere – because she was still happily shopping (late night grocery shopping on Tuesday, 24 Feb)). And man, it was really ‘painful’ (to see her suffering). She was really vomitting throughout the night till morning around 9+am at the clinic until she was sooo tired and worn out. Each time before she vomitted, I could literally hear her tummy churn out loud like a washing machine’s before she innocently (and blurly) got forced to puke all her food out, and when all her dinner and fruit were out, she even continued to throw up the acid juices from within. My poor, poor baby!

Then I GOT IT. On Friday, 27 Feb, also around 5+am, where I woke up and started feeling nausea (‘funny’). And then the vomitting and diarrhea came, together… It was ‘unbearable’, I totally didn’t know what I should do, as in, stay crouched, or sit up straight, or simply just lie down on the floor (if I could, but I was in the toilet and there were action going on so I couldn’t). It was that sucky. So I could totally imagine how worse it would be for my girl. 😦

And well, her Daddy got it too, on the very same day, but sometime starting from afternoon. Diarrhea.

Not to mention, our fevers too…

Sadly, Wai Gong (her grandpa) also caught it in the end! Thankfully, the vicious virus kind of ended with him…

Mak Mak (her grandma) also had diarrhea (on Wednesday, 25 Feb) but according to her, it was due to food poisoning.

So everyone in the house got sick, except Chor Chor (her great grandma), and SOOO THANKFUL for that, because it would really be very awful/ tough for her if she really ‘caught’ it due to her age and also her back pain and inconvenience in movement.

Venice suffered for a whole 3 days, while Mommy and Daddy for 1. We are fine now but she seemingly was still having some sort of discomfort (in terms of tummy) but we are so, so glad she managed to eventually poo yesterday! We are hoping she quickly gets well (fully recovered and recharged and back to her chirpy and energetic self).

Stomach flu. Really a nightmare. And it’s airborne (according to a friend). Super contagious, according to the pd. And yes, how true… 😞

Please, this once is enough… Haha. 😅

Now it’s 2.30am and she’s not sleeping yet (well, kind of back to her usual ‘self’/ routine versus when she was sick and so lethargic, sleeping most of the time, and unusually quiet).

Shall update again! 😋

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Oops~ (Backlog since Oct 2014)

Note: Was supposed to upload this sometime in October (last year!), but somehow didn’t get the ‘chance’ to (properly complete with the editing and then pressing ‘Post’)… So now I’m at ‘this’ again, doing the ‘touch-up’ (contents pretty much remain the same) to FINALLY get this UP.

(I personally think it’d be a ‘waste’ to just delete away this post. (Because every post is just too precious!!! Hahaha! Now that I don’t really have much time! :P))

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It’s been about 3 months since the last post (in July). (Well, deleting the WordPress app in my iPhone certainly doesn’t help in me getting on to write a new post. Kind of forgotten about this blog! *oops)

Well, I’ve been pretty busy looking after the little one. 🙂 (Well, not to mention the ‘free’ times while I play with the phone/ use the computer/ Macbook e.g. do some ‘researching’ (crazy Mama’s googling), facebooking, photos uploading etc…)

Much has happened…

My birthday… We went for a staycation…

My mum’s (her grandma aka Mak Mak’s) birthday…

And most recent… Her daddy’s birthday where he took a week’s leave.

And as for me (mentally), I’ve really been battling hard with myself and hence am feeling kind of worn out in that sense…

But otherwise, all’s good. My little angel is growing well, happy and active (and she has such a fiery temper (-.-)”). Now that she is able to walk (/ run) and understand what we are saying, as well as express her thoughts/ emotions much better (than versus she was a baby), I’d have to say this is really a very fun stage (minus the stubbornness etc (probably what they refer to as “Terrible Two”)). She does many things that really makes us laugh (so cute/ funny/ adorable) and wonder where/ how she actually learnt to do all that (especially the funny funny things/ actions that she sort of self invents). Speech-wise she is still not really willing to talk much except certain words that she may say out if she is in the mood or when being prompted e.g. “nut”, “Daddy” (pronounced as “dare-dee”), “moo”, “round” (pronounced as “rarh”) etc. Her recent favorite word for ‘everything’, “men-neh”. And that includes the Mommy, and milk milk as well.

I decided that the header picture SHOULD be updated since she’s now 21 months old and the old picture was taken when she was still a baby? – Yep, this current one with us (Mommy & Venice) ‘riding’ the ‘horse’ is the ‘new’ one. 🙂

Well, as much as I would like to update more… I think I am nearing the ‘danger’ timing where she is going to wake up and ask for milk (upon finding out I’m not sleeping right beside her – am using the computer just outside our room).

Will update another time! 🙂

So long, folks! 😉 – FYI: She DID cry for me during ‘then’. (Talk about a Mommy’s strong ‘sense’.)

P.S: Some pictures taken:

• during our staycation at Wanderlust (my birthday celebration in Aug 2014).



• on Daddy’s birthday where we went to Trick Eye Museum with her Po Po (paternal grandma) in Oct 2014.



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Teething Woes (18 Months Old)

My poor girl.

She now has 14-16 teeth I think. (Just before yesterday I kind of concluded that she had 11.)

Spotted all her incisors cut through her gums. OUCH. No wonder she’s been quite fussy and whiney lately. Crying (for no particular reason) very easily. And at times, seemingly ‘complaining’ (baby “ah-wah-wah-wah” talk) with a very sad and helpless look.

All because of the pain! 😦

Mommy wish I could help ease your pain but unfortunately I can’t really help much.

Let’s hope the pain goes away quickly and on the bright side, when your teeth are all out, you’ll be able to eat MORE stuffs! Hooray! So 加油 for now, k?

Here’s a super recent pic of her just taken yesterday, showing lotsa teeth in her mouth!

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No point bothering to explain how tiring it’s like to be a SAHM.

How true!

Have a read at what she shares:
The Stay-at-Home Mom Conspiracy Theory

She totally nailed it! People who aren’t SAHMs have NO IDEA. Most of the time, in their minds they have a much better painted picture, and tend to be unaware of the many little nitty gritty details/tasks a SAHM has to do.

They would think stuffs like, “So nice! You can sleep until so late! Rest and play (watch TV etc) with your baby/kid at home.”. YAH… (You seriously have no idea… *lol)

I do know what it’s like to be at work, though not everyONE’s work life/job is the same, but then, I do have experienced the busy deadlines, long meetings, political emails, political wars happening around in the office, OTs, waking up early, no time for lunch, stress etc. And yes, it is tiring. But I can only say, it is very much different from a SAHM’s.

And in fact, I guess my hubby STILL does not really ‘grasp’ how tired I can get. And yes, he will always say the ‘sleep’ point as his main reason somewhat to ‘prove’ that he should be more tired (in that sense – being much more sleep deprived than me).

Yes, I do sleep more than him… With my daughter’s current sleeping habits, she wakes up late (around 10am to 12pm range usually) BUT sleeps extremely late too (around 11.30pm to 2am). But yeah, YOU know… 🙂

We used to argue much over this ‘tired’ issue but now I’m trying to take it more easy since it is evident that men and women work differently… And he seems to be more ‘understanding’ as there are times he will express his ’empathy’ (*HAHA) towards me.

And he is the sole breadwinner (I guess I’m not experiencing that kind of ‘responsibility’ and stress being the only one trying to support the family), while I get to really bond more with our precious angel. So I am thankful. I really am. Thank you, hubby (even though you aren’t reading this :D). Thank you taking up the FULL responsibility of bringing the beacon home and letting me enjoy my motherhood fully.

Time for some photos!

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Recent selfie photo of us, and a super happy one (Daddy & Mommy couldn’t stop laughing seeing the pretty much unbothered/unaffected/clueless sweetie pie in the screen)

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Selfie taken just last Sunday, where we brought her to the new Punggol End for a short evening walk before heading done to 婆婆’s house

Signing out.

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Why Can’t Nursing Moms Just Cover?

A question that probably many has (though I’m not sure if in Singapore it applies since most Moms don’t really nurse in public due to our culture here)…

And yes, how I totally agree with this Mom!

http://www.mothering.com/articles/cant-just-nurse-cover-answer-photos/

Personally, I know for sure my lil’ rascal would definitely reject the nursing cover.

1) “What the…?” – She’ll probably be wondering what and why with this cover, and may think I’m playing peek-a-boo or something. Or if she truly wants a nap, I guess she wouldn’t like the idea of being ‘hidden’.

2) The Heat – I think babies/toddlers have a higher temperature than us adults (at least mine has), and my lil’ darling gets hot pretty easily (and always sweats at her head so covering her head with a cover in such a SUNNY SINGAPORE is definitely not the best idea! She’s already sweating even in air-con at times, not to mention, to cover her up!

3) Playful/Active Milktime – Since young (when she was still an infant), she has always been very playful, curious and active during milktime. She would (and still do) always unlatch and peek about, get distracted, play around etc. And now she even milks with all kinds of patterns/postures (talk about the fun having a toddler milking :D), climbing all over me even in the most “not feasible” places eg in the car. So covering her up… She will just pull away the nursing cover. No point having a cover that doesn’t cover, right? All along (I know) she isn’t a baby that would let me “cover her up” (though I know some babies/kids do quietly drink their milk despite a cover).

4) Bond-less Session? – The whole point of breastfeeding, I feel, is also the precious bond between the Mommy and baby. So when you cover up the baby… And you can’t see his/her precious little face, and vice versa, what’s the point? (Yes yes, maybe the nursing cover is only used in public, not all times… But still…) I always think that if I’m the baby, I’ll just be smelling Mama’s breast/smell but all around it’s just dark and I can’t see Mama… Which is kind of sad, I imagine…

Not that I would nurse in public (I don’t dare to do so because in Singapore, people are still not so liberal), not to mention, the chances of ‘exposure’ is super high for my case (with my girl *lol), but I’d nurse in the car now (which she definitely always requests for once we are in the car) (we got those blinds to attach to on the back windows :)), or otherwise find a nursing room to do so.

Now that she’s ‘bigger’ and she eats solids (hence her milktimes aren’t as frequent as when she was younger), the routine is I would usually be milking her “along the way” (in the car) to our destination/back home.

And I simply just love the milking sessions with her! (Glad I persisted milking her even after a year…)

Kudos to all Mommies (despite whether or not you’re breastfeeding or giving formula)! 🙂 We all just want the best for our child/children.

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Her Little Adorable Act (2 Jul 2014)

😊😊😊😊😊

That’s how I’m looking right now as I think about it. ^_^

Earlier today, at about 1pm when we woke up (yes, she is a night bird and wakes up late), I was milking her as usual, and then after she “pulled out”, she was looking/observing at her ‘tap’ and then out of nowhere (suddenly), she grabbed a piece of tissue paper (from the tissue box just right nearby us) and ‘cleaned’ her tap with it. LOL!!!

I somehow already guessed that she thought she might have seen something ‘dirty’ (she loves to use her finger(s) to touch and pick up the little ‘dirty’ stuffs lying around in the house) upon seeing her ‘look’, so I did take the initiative to explain to her (seeing her “What’s that thing over there?” look) that it is just Mommy’s mole (or pigmentation) (well, Mommy may be wrong)… But she already (quickly) grabbed the tissue and dabbed her tap with it.

I thought this little action of hers is just WAYYYYY TOOOO CUUTTEEE!!!!!!! *HUGZ HUGZ HUGZ HUGZ HUGZ!!!! (Pardon me for all these, I’m just so in love with my daughter. *hee)

Made me laugh so hard… 😝

On a side note, I’m glad I made the decision to continue breastfeeding (extended breastfeeding that’s what they call it)… Because I love admiring her (just looking at her face, seeing her features) from my view, and when she looks back to me too, those moments are simply just, AMAZING. It’s really a precious bond that we share, just the two of us. And Mommy treasures it very, very much. So apart from the pros of breastfeeding (such as convenience not having to wash and sterilize the bottles, preparing the milk etc), why not continue with it? I am lucky to have the milk (though I admit I do wonder/worry at times if there is enough milk, since I have no idea at all (up till now) how much she is actually drinking) and the chance to direct latch as and when (since I’m a SAHM) compared to many others who are facing some problems/obstacles being able to breastfeed. So yes, I am so going to stick to my decision to breastfeed till she is at least 2 years old (despite the cons too). After that? We’ll see how it goes… Who knows I may… Well, haha.

I once read that there is a reason why a woman’s breasts is located at where they are, simply because they can have the ‘perfect’ view of looking at the faces of their little one(s) during the milking process. And I thought, how true that is! 😊

And now that she is a toddler (who can run about all around the house vs. just lying/sitting/crawling about in short distances on the bed), I’m amazed at all the postures/patterns of how she drinks her milk. Really, 360 degrees, all sorts of ‘stunts’ (I call it). And it’s really fun, in a way. *hehe

Loving you, V.

And here’s a pic of her pretty recently.

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Hugging her ‘favorite’ Minnie Mouse toy

Love,
Mommy

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A Day Of A SAHM (28 May 2014)

I’ve been wanting to write this post (I actually started a post but gave up and dropped the idea), just so I keep a record of what happened “last time”…

I probably should have done it much earlier, before she turned one (so I keep a record of every phase eg when she still could only flip over, when she could crawl, when my dad was still home in the day (as he was working night shift then) and could help me look after her too, so pretty much me ‘alone’ vs with help etc) but then again, I probably didn’t have that time, otherwise I was just too plain ‘lazy’, as writing such a post actually takes up quite some time, and if my dad helped to look after her, I’ll probably be eating/resting/busy with ‘stuffs’. Anyway, I think I only started this new blog after she turned one if I’m not wrong.

So here’s it. I shall use *yesterday, 28 May 2014, Wednesday, as a reference to what goes on in a day of my SAHM life now. 🙂
*I started this post then, but took (many) days to actually upload it.

(Anyway, certain parts such as the multitasking are pretty much the same, but the timings for example waking up, napping, mealtimes etc may or may not be the same daily. I’ll try to be more detailed wherever possible – just for my future reference next time – so I can reminisce what happened now. :))

• She woke up about 10am. (Usually she’ll wake up around 11ish.)
– ‘Nua’ (a hokkien term for “laze about”) abit eg let her play with her ‘toys’ (on the bed)
(Especially there are times where I’m still tired and want to rest awhile more, I’ll let her play by herself (but still semi ‘watch’ her)…)
– Change her pampers
– “Milk milk” (every time she wakes up I’ll milk her to fill her tummy so that I can start to get busy and she can ‘play’ outside)
The above in no particular order usually.

• Estimated 10.30am – Start preparing her breakfast + lunch. (Since she woke up early, I decided to give her a fuller breakfast, then break for her lunch.)
(Usually it’s just some egg to fill her tummy while I prepare lunch (since she likes egg too).)
– Let her drink water (from water bottle). (Usually her dad would have helped to wash and prepare the bottle unless he is in a rush for work, then I’ll have to wash and prepare the water myself.)
(Not written – how many times she drinks – usually wherever possible (try to let her drink finish her bottle at least).)
(If possible, I will try to wash her hands. But I think today I did not.)
– First thing I’ll do, switch on the telly. She’ll then be hanging around in the living room watching TV (either DVD or Okto), if not playing with her toys, or else walking here and there, otherwise there are the days she’s more whiney and she keeps coming to find me, and I can’t really do my work.
(When she can’t find me in the living room, she’ll usually keep bringing the remote over (to the kitchen ‘entrance’ there, where the grey sofa is) to ask me to change to “I don’t really know exactly what at times”, otherwise “hang around” at the grey sofa there.)
– I’ll be running to and fro the kitchen and trying to watch her at the same time. If my grandma is around (some days she goes out for taiji/marketing), I’ll be more able to focus on my preparation since there is someone actually ‘watching’ her.
1) Check whether Mom (my mom) put rice in slow cooker to cook. (Usually she will help do this in the morning, either white rice/brown rice depending on the LO’s poo activity. If not then I’ll have to cook the white rice and ingredients together using saucepan. Takes about 30-45mins in total.)
(Usually I will also take out butter from fridge to let it soften. So I can make my wholemeal bread, usually after I’m done with all the preparation/towards the end.)
2) Take out fish from fridge to thaw in bowl of tap water. (I’ll try to flip to other side (it’s usually in a ziplock bag) after a short while to thaw the other side.)
3) Wash egg and put egg to cook in Toast N Egg
4) Put water to boil in saucepan for cooking rolled oats
5) Cut and prepare pear to cook with the oats
6) Throw in pear + oats to cook, with small fire, stirring and watching wherever possible
7) Take out pumpkin to chop into small cubes and rinse
8) Check if fish is soft, check for bones and rinse
9) Rinse the steamer/blender, then throw in pumpkin and fish (just recently I decided to cut short the steaming time for the pumpkin from 15 to 10mins because it’s always all so mashed and ‘gone’ by the time I add into the porridge). Set to steam for 5mins.
10) (By now the egg should have finished cooking.) Put cooked egg into a bowl of tap water (for easy peeling).
11) Peel the egg. Test the egg and eat a little (1/4). (Then I passed the bowl to my grandma to help feed her, if not then I’ll feed her whenever possible while ‘working’.)
12) Check on the oats. If ready, switch off fire and leave it there (let it cool a little).
13) Take out spinach and rinse and put into bowl of salted water (for at least 5mins preferably).
14) Scoop out the oats for myself (the Mommy) and a portion for the LO. Let it cool further (especially hers).
15) Rinse the spinach with tap water a few times. By now the steamer/blender should have finished steaming, so I add in the spinach and set another 5mins.
(Usually I will also be rinsing the thermos food container again too and drying it to get ready to put in the porridge, but I think I did it the night before so I skipped this today.)
16) Attempt to feed her the oats.
17) Wash up – knife, chopping board and bowls used for rinsing
18) Once steaming is ready, scoop porridge from rice cooker and the ingredients from steamer/blender. Switch off slow cooker.
(Usually I will pour ingredients (and some of the ‘juice’) into slow cooker to ‘cook’ for a little while more (5mins).)
19) Briefly rinse steamer/blender. (Usually I’ll try to wash at this point wherever possible as I’ll have to use it for dinner time too.)
20) Take over from grandma (since her lunch is ready and kept warm in food container). Try to eat my oats too. And also continue feeding her the oats + egg. (Usually I will try to give her berries too (if have) as the fruit portion. But she doesn’t really eat the blackberry/raspberry anyway. *lol)
– During this feeding time, she’ll be always requesting to change the DVD/show on TV. (Actually we all don’t really know what she wants at times. *haha. Many times we change to the DVD she seems to want (point at/nod her head), but she’ll just keep taking the controller and passing it to you.)
• By the end of the feeding (egg almost finished, oats only 5 tspns), it’s about 11.30am
• Let her try the Yoplait Petit Miam yogurt (first time). And nope, she didn’t really want it anymore after sampling 1-2 times.
• Soon after she requested for milk (by pointing at my breast).

• “Milk milk” but she didn’t sleep. By the time I finished changing her pampers + all the dilly dallying (she not ‘cooperating’, wearing her bottom + socks and shoes, packing my bag), it’s already about 12pm or so.
• Decided to bring her downstairs for a walk (this is ‘new’ because it’s not really part of our daily routine due to “no time”).

• Came home around 12.30pm. Tried to give her her lunch. Didn’t eat much, managed about 2 servings, and then she requested for “milk milk”.
• “Milk milk” and fell asleep around 1pm
(Usually it might take a few ‘tries’ (“milk milk” sessions then she did not sleep but started to get up to ‘play’/kept ‘nua’-ing about) before she actually falls asleep.)
(I will also try to cut her nails when I can – usually I have to trim every week (minimally once, ideally twice but it doesn’t really happen *haha) because her nails grow very fast.)

• I decided to settle my lunch first as she was asleep and she haven’t even had HER lunch (so I want to try and ‘save’ more time by making use of her sleeping time to eat). So I asked my grandma to prepare my food. Managed to eat almost everything (left some soup) when I sensed that she might have woken up (which she did) when I heard the renovation works. (I was outside eating the soup this round. At times (usually) I’ll bring in the food to eat in the room instead.)

• Checked in on her at about 2.15pm and she was awake.
(Usually she will have one nap in the afternoon lasting for (preferably at least) 1-2hrs.)
• “Milk milk” to pacify her (usually it’s this case if she just awakens/woke up abruptly)
(Usually when she naps, once she awakens abruptly, she will want her milk then suckle back to sleep. Basically “human pacifier”. Many times I have to just continue milking her (stay right by her side) because I just can’t unlatch from ‘her’. So I may just bunk in with her in the end since I can’t do anything else. Because of this, it also means that I always have to suppress the urge for the toilet businesses (apart from the other times where I tend to do so too because I just want to do my ‘work’, or I’m ‘attending’ to her and it’s not too convenient). >_<)
• Change her pampers

• Continue feeding her her lunch. (Already about 3hrs and I don’t like the idea of keeping the food inside for too long. Usually my limit is 3hrs and depending on whether it’s still ‘hot’/warm enough.) But she didn’t really want to eat. Somehow managed to feed her a reasonable amount (usually at least half if she really doesn’t want to eat, with ingredients as priority especially the fish).
(Usually her lunch/mealtime takes about an hour or so. Pretty standard. Her potato dinner meal may be slighter faster.)
• Settle my remaining lunch. (Usually I may try to feed her and eat my lunch at the same time too, otherwise it’s have my lunch (before she goes to nap) after she has had her lunch.)
• Let her play and relax abit

• I decided to (try and) bathe her. (Bathing her usually needs to “select the right time” otherwise it’ll be very tedious because she may cry hard all the way, struggling here and there, and I really don’t want that. It’s super stressful.) And so I started preparing all the stuffs.
– “Pua” all my clothings
(Note to myself: You should know why you did this.)
– “Pua” her clothings + towels (less force for hers (normal))
– Get ready the towels
– Prepare the stuffs eg bin, lotions and tissue box
– Rinse bathtub, basin and bath toys. (It’s very dusty always + the ‘soaking’ of the soapy water tends to make the tub, basin and toys very dirty (slippery).)
– Prepare bath water, basin water and bowl water
• Got her into the room (while water was still running in tub) but she sensed it and started crying (doing her fall backward stunt). And so, “milk milk”.
(At this stage, she seems to ‘dislike’ bathing because everytime we ask her to, or try to convince her to (at times it’s really ‘tedious’/challenging and you really have to be very, very patient just to convince her to “start the ball rolling” (let you start washing her hair)), she starts crying/whining and fussing about. She doesn’t seem to want to bathe. She doesn’t exactly love the hair-washing part (seems more so when the water (shower) is in contact with her hair/her hair is wet), but is ok with the face cleaning, and loves the neck washing part.)
• She didn’t sleep so eventually the bath ‘task’ proceeded. I ran all the water necessary and managed to bathe her (and myself).
(There are the days too when I didn’t manage to bathe her during the day (due to wrong timings) and so ends up I/her dad (plus me helping out a little and bathing myself) will bathe her later in the night after her dinner, which I try to not let it happen. Usually weekends daddy will bathe her while Mommy gets to bathe along. Then Daddy bathes after that.)
(Sleeping wise she tends to always ‘bluff’ for milk but she always doesn’t go to sleep…)

• Relax time (usually TV time if not her walking about, all busy, otherwise playing with her “masak masak”). Gave her her snack biscuit (as promised during bath to ‘pacify’ her to come out from bathtub).
(Usually bathing is all about getting her to ‘bathe’ (wash bum, undress, wash hair etc), putting her into bathtub after washing her hair, and getting her out of the bathtub when she’s all comfy and on “play mode” inside.)
(Ohh~ And she LOVES her biscuits. She’ll always point to the biscuits container or grab it to pass to you indicating that she wants to eat. At times even just after a meal, she also wants the biscuits.)
• Had my grandma to help “look after” her while I get busy.
– Bring down chicken from freezer to fridge
– Wash ALL the utensils (steamer/blender, slow cooker, saucepan).
(Usually if I’m busy in the kitchen, she’ll always be coming to look for me, either with the remote, with the biscuits container, or otherwise just ‘wanting’ me (to carry her).)
– Continue feeding her her biscuit whenever I have the chance.
– Decided to cook soup today so took out corn from fridge and cut out the corn from the cob. Took some and rinsed to cook in slow cooker while remaining to store in fridge.
(I’m trying to cook more variety of food for her now so kinda experimenting what else I can cook for her…)
– Time for her fruit (usually
I’ll try to feed her at least a serving of fruit in the afternoon/evening) so I rinsed the Chinese pear and cut into thin slices. (She kept coming with the biscuits container… *lol)
– Try to let her eat her fruit. (She quite likes Chinese pear.)

• “Milk milk” around 5.30pm, right after the fruit (she didn’t want anymore and requested for “milk milk”).
• She didn’t sleep so I wanted to start preparing for dinner. Had my grandma to help ‘watch’ her.
– Separated the soup from the corn (left corn in slow cooker with device off) into the saucepan
– Cut the potatoes into small cubes
– Sliced the onion
– Rinsed the baby corn and cut into small slices
– Put soup to boil
– Chop garlic into small pieces
– Cut tomatoes and deseed and deskin
– Throw potatoes, baby corn and onions into soup and cook for 10 mins (afterwhich I added another 5 mins)
– Chop abit of pumpkin into slices
– Put onions, garlic, tomatoes and pumpkin to steam for 10mins (supposedly for making the tomato sauce)
– Rinse broccoli and soak in salt water (for at least 5mins if possible)
– Rinse and wash broccoli with tap water
– Throw in broccoli into soup to cook for 5 mins
– After soup is ‘done’, scoop broccoli out to prevent ‘overcooking’ (turning yellow)
– Scoop out corn from slow cooker
– Pour soup into slow cooker to continue ‘warming’
– Grandma was rushing me whether I’m done so she can start cooking the dinner (*oops)
(Nowadays she doesn’t cook for the rest of the family anymore because her hands hurt. Today was just an exception where she prepared rice, simple dish and soup.)
– Once steamer/blender is done with steaming, pour out excess water and blend – tomato sauce done
(Usually throughout this process, the LO would have come over several times, and I probably would have gone over to TV area to help “change the cartoon” for her. Evening (say 6.30pm onwards) is where her favorite cartoons will show eg Spongebob, Pacman etc.)
• I scooped rice for her and started feeding her at about 7pm. She was ‘okay’ with the soup, but didn’t really fancy the tomato sauce (probably too oniony/garlicky).
• Mom came back around the same timing so she helped to feed her.
(Usually her dinner is the standard potato, broccoli, carrots + some meat (preferably chicken otherwise pork.)
• Once my food was ready, I started eating my dinner. (Usually a big plate of rice + the soup.)
(Usually my mom will help to feed the LO dinner, and I’ll have my dinner first.)
• She seemed sleepy and whiney at first, but luckily still managed to get her to eat her dinner. 7.30pm and grandpa is back from work. By then I have somewhat finished my meal, so I “took over” the feeding (then my mom can eat).
(Usually my grandma doesn’t cook dinner for the rest, so dinner will be bought back by my mum on the way back home or else my parents will just wait for me to finish dinner then go out and eat.)
• She ‘finished’ her meal at about 8pm and as usual, started requesting for “milk milk” as she seemed very tired already.
(By now, I have actually excluded the changing of pampers. Let’s just automatically include that in.)

• She fell asleep and slept till about 10+pm
(I’ve also excluded the exact no of times she actually milked because usually when she’s sleeping/napping, she tends to wake up halfway and she’ll request for milk, and I may need to milk her several times or otherwise I’m somewhat ‘stuck’ and can’t leave her side as she keeps on want to suckle. So I may just “bunk in” with her since I cannot do anything else.)
• Because she was suckling all the way after she “woke up” crying for milk, I had to suppress my urge to go to the loo (for very long) and by the time she sort of woke up, it was so urgent I asked my mom to come in and watch her while I dashed to the loo
• “Milk milk”
• Went out to living room to ‘play’
• Supposedly dessert time and I wanted to prepare some fruit but my mom had papaya and a slice of orange ready so she just fed the LO with papaya, which she didn’t want but pointed to the orange instead.
• So I ‘prepared’ the orange by ‘plucking’ out the orange ‘meat’ and putting them into a bowl for feeding with a spoon
• Tried to feed her the orange but she didn’t really want to eat
• Daddy came home.
(This is considered quite late, usually he’ll reach home around 9+pm, or if 8+pm then it’s considered early.)
• Her face started to ‘gek’, and so she did poo
• Wash her bum (her poo was so smelly this round! *no idea why)
• Continue ‘playing’ in the living room and eating her orange
• Dad (her dad) finished his dinner and so helped take over the feeding while I cooked rolled oats (again) to satisfy my hunger (this time no pear, I just added fresh milk)
(I’m now a very heavy duty eater! *yikes. I am also very amazed at how much I can eat, and how fast I get hungry/being hungry all the time!)
(Usually otherwise I will want to make bread (wholemeal bread with butter).)
• I decided to try making a smoothie (because we bought a blender but hadn’t tried it!) with the frozen bananas I prepared last week. Fresh milk as the base. (That’s about it for the ingredients because I thought since it’s the first try and I just wanted to see how it turned out as well as use up the bananas.) Turned out pretty yummy and very filling.

(This doesn’t happen all the time. Like I said, it’s a first try so usually no this. But will be trying to make more smoothies probably during the weekends. :))
• By about 11.45pm, her orange was somewhat finished (left a little bit which was quite insignificant)

• And then it was pretty much “milk milk” (a few rounds) and playtime, all the way till 1+am the next day (where she really fell asleep). And here I am, typing this post with my eyes super dry and ‘siap’ (hokkien term).

Yes! Finished this entry. Sort of. To be honest, at this point, I’ve kind of “given up” the idea of proof-reading and then touching up again (because I’ve done this routine countless times). I’ll just post it… Now! 🙂

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From Wife to Mom

Here’s a link I chanced upon and I would like to share it:

Before You Were Mommy

She is totally spot on on paragraphs 8-14 (the ones in italic):

Ladies, there will come a day when your husband walks in the door and you do not turn around. You will be preoccupied with filling up sippy cups and wiping booties. You will shout over the running bath water, “Hey! Glad you’re home.” But it won’t mean what it used to mean. It won’t be full of eager anticipation to spend time together. It will be full of expectations to aid in the demands of the family. “Glad you’re home,” will more properly translate, “Thank God for two extra hands to help me.” And “Praise the Lord I might get five minutes alone.”

Ladies, there will come a day when you spend every last ounce of yourselves on your children. The demands of life and the babies will come before any other priority. What little of yourself you have left at the end of the day will be used to crawl into bed before someone is awake to need you again. The thought of doing anything else after the children are asleep will sound impossible and your handsome husband’s happy smile had better mean he is willing to get up with the baby and nothing more.

The husband that once completed your heart will be just one more person who needs you. The charming things that you fell for will go unnoticed. The daily grind will become expected.

Men, there will come a time when that beautiful bride sitting next to you hasn’t showered in days. She will be at her wit’s end wearing other people’s food and poop on her clothing. She will need to hear that she is beautiful, but she won’t listen to you. She will need to know that she is still lovable, but she won’t want you near her. When you arrive home after meeting the demands of work, you will be expected to meet the demands of your family. Your wife will hear none of your exhaustion, and you will see none of hers.

Men, you will call home to ask a quick question and anticipate a two-minute conversation. Half of it will be spent listening to your wife talk to your kids. As a matter of fact, you will make it no more than a few sentences in to any conversation ever before your wife spurts out direction to your children.“Don’t climb that!” or “Don’t sit on your sister!” You will become accustomed to these outbursts, but you will forget that there was ever a time when you had her full attention.

But Ladies, when Mommy becomes your name, remember this man. Remember that you are his wife. Remember how much you love and appreciate him in this moment. Remember his dedication to your family. Remember his love and devotion to you. And then, when the days are long and you need a break, fall into his arms.

Men, remember your bride. The care and love that she has given you will soon be spilled over to your children. Her love for you will not change. Give her the grace to be enough even when she doesn’t feel like it. Remember when your days are long, hers are too. Remember her. Fall in love with her again.

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I’ll just have to say what she said really relates to my (our) life now.

The part where we (mommies) just look forward to ‘help’ rather than “our husbands”…

The part where we devote ALL of ourselves all to our child/children… And that his happy smile should just mean he is willing to “take care” of the baby.

The showering part… And very importantly, this: Your wife will hear none of your exhaustion, and you will see none of hers.. Seems so, so true for my (our) case (now). We do tend to (and have) argued/debated before on who has the ‘right’ to be more tired and I do feel that he just doesn’t seem to understand how it’s like for me in a day as a SAHM.

And yes, the phone conversation part… It does seem like this whenever he calls back. I’ll be trying to concentrate on what he’s saying and also ‘entertaining’/attending to the little one by talking/’watching’ her… So yes, I always do talk/raise my voice at her whilst on the phone with my hubby. (Oops.) And usually, I “can’t wait” to end the call because it’s just quite distracting to be focusing (closely) on 2 things at a time.

Will try to ‘learn’ from this article… And remember “my man”. ❤

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Happy Mother’s Day to me. :)

24hrs a day we stay together.
Never have I thought about how life would be being this close with another person.
It’s never me alone, nor you alone.
It’s always you and me.
Day by day, month by month.
Near to 16mths it has passed.
And yes, we are still inseparable.
But there will come a day, where things will change.
And it will no longer just be you and me.
So every moment I will cherish.
Cuddles and kisses I shower much.
Despite you’ll forget what happens now.
But I won’t and I’ll keep it in my heart.
I love you, my child.
No matter what.

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