JOIE DE VIVRE

7-Month Itch

2009-12-17T23:15:00.006+08:00

Yes, I've written my last blog exactly seven whole months ago.

During these seven months, many many things have happened and/or taken place. Many a times, I've clicked on "Create Post" and after typing for a while, I found myself being distracted by other things and never got to complete them.

May be the 7-whatever-period-it-might-be itch is really true.

So here I am.

Quick summary of what has happened so far:

my first maid decided to go home, cos I refused to let her buy a handphone
got 2nd and present maid
tried sending Mayenne to childcare; pulled her out from Modern Montessori after she came home with a flipped and bleeding fingernail (no one from the school even realised it)
house-hunting ended with a high note
manage to secure a class for Mayenne at GUG, and she loves it
met a car accident in our own car (thank God Mayenne was not in it and for Chester's fast reaction, such that the only damage is to the car)
did some soul searching for the greater good
went for a wonderful holiday at HK/Macau
aircon at our current place broke down; need to invest in a new set
found the ID to do our new home
Mayenne can narrate the whole alphabets, and most numbers between 1-100
she can also handle a 40 piece jigsaw puzzle
sing Burung Kakak Dua
and cry when she saw Mickey shoo-ing Pluto away as he was disturbing little baby red bird (we guess Mayenne felt sorry for Pluto, cos after we told her that Mickey will go look for Pluto and apologise, she was smiling again)

Hopefully the next post will not be in July.

Her First ABC Recital

2009-05-18T23:01:00.002+08:00

Ah
Beeeee
Ker
Duh
Eeeeee
Fffff
Ger
Hash
I
Jer
Ker
*mumble*
Mmmm
Nnnnn
Ohhh
Peee
Ker (again)
R
S
Tuh
Oooo
Vuh
*mumble*
Actsh
Where
Zzzzzz

Mayenne's recital of the ABC this evening while lying in bed, and all from her memory and on her own. Bravo!!!!!

The Official PoPo Day

2009-05-11T23:25:00.004+08:00

While today may seem like any other day to some, today is an important day for my mum, cos Mayenne can finally call her Por Por!

The day started just like any other day, Popo brought Mayenne to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and in between the foamy toothpaste and toothbrush in her mouth, she faintly said those magical words (at least to my mum's ears), and without cue.

Mum quickly rinsed her mouth and asked M to say again..... yup it's "Por Por!" alright. I can imagine my mum squealing in delight. And she was still grinning ear to ear everytime Mayenne calls her.

We better work harder on "Gong Gong", Mayenne, or else someone's gonna get super jealous..... =)

Bilingual

2009-05-09T23:02:00.001+08:00

We noticed Mayenne has been more vocal over the last few weeks, eg started making comments on the show she's watching, on the moving bus next to our car, when she's playing her toys etc. Unfortunately it's still all gibberish which we can't understand.

Two other things that she loves to do:
(1) Counting things: she will point to the items one by one, saying "beeh! beeh! beeh!", with each "beeh!" representing a number.

(2) Reading: she will turn the book facing outwards (like what teachers will do when sitting in front of the class), and read to you. When it comes to reading, she's more dramatic, making different sounds to represent actions (eg Gingerbread running away -- she reads with a higher pitched voice), and different sounding words, as though she is reading in a language that we don't understand.

One evening, she was reading her ABCs again: eg A ... apple, B.... ball, C....cat, D.... dog, E....egg, F.... ffff (the -ish couldn't come out of her mouth), G..... ger (trying to say 'girl').

When it came to H, there was a picture of a horse, and she went: H..... MAAAAAAH! (mandarin for horse).

=)

Bonding

2009-05-02T23:01:00.002+08:00

Due to some bereavement over at my sis-in-law's side of the family, my niece Cherese got to stay with my Mum, and Mayenne had to chance to bond with Baby Cherese.

From what we observed over the last few days, Mayenne has developed a very caring personality, and is sensitive and considerate towards Baby Cherese.

At the beginning, when we asked Mayenne to "sayang" Cherese, she wanted to stroke her face. But we were afraid she may not be able to know the extent of her strength and hurt Cherese in the process, so we taught her to stroke Cherese's leg instead. Now without asking, when she sees Cherese, she will "sayang" her leg.

But one evening, Mayenne was having her dinner and Cherese was lying in the rocker near Mayenne. Then Mayenne reached out to stroke Cherese on her face. We all jumped up, but eased a little as we saw how gently Mayenne touches Cherese's face.

"A bit more to the right please.... yeah, that's it!
Uhhh..... thanks for the scratch!"

In one of the afternoons when my Brother came over to visit Cherese, Cherese was sleeping and my Mum and Brother were talking in that room. Suddenly, Mayenne went into the room and "Shhhhh-ed" them, complete with a finger to her lips, and then walked out of the room.

I can't help but feel that my baby girl is all grown-up now.

A Day in the East

2009-04-28T23:09:00.005+08:00

It has been a while since Ches and I caught a movie. Ok ok, it hasn't been THAT long (may be a month back), but for a movie buff like me, watching dvds at home sometimes just doesn't cut it.

Ches mentioned he was booking the tickets online before we leave for his Gramma's place in Bishan for lunch. I told him any movie was fine, and the plan was to watch it at GV at J8 or Eng Wah at Jubilee AMK for convenience.

Being the designated weekend driver, I took the wheels and Chester, sitting next to me, then murmured, "I think we need to go Tampines for the movie."

"Wha........?"
"I think I've clicked on the wrong cinema button when booking. We are watching at GV @ Tampines Mall."

That was totally "un-Chester" as he is usually doubly careful when it comes buying things online. But I guess it was a blessing in disguise as I would then have the opportunity to check out the new Tampines 1 Mall and the new Uniqlo outlet there (can't remember the last time I was at Tam-pines for shopping).

Taken was a commendable movie (see Ches' review) but I soon got bored of the shopping. So we headed out to Ikea for our standard chicken-balls meal, ie chicken wings and meat balls.

While we were enjoying our food, another family settled at a table behind us, believed to be with extended family members ie grandma, their baby and 2 other adults. The baby was seemingly happy to be seated in the baby high chair. The Mum went to wash a bottle, and someone else went to get the food. The rest were seated at the table.

The food and drinks soon arrived and they placed it on the table. Next thing I heard was a loud wail and I spun my head around. To my horror, I saw the baby's hand in a cup of hot coffee which was carelessly placed right in front of her. And being so little (may be 6-7 months), she didn't know how to remove her hand despite the burning pain she felt.

The Dad saw and quickly removed her hand from the scalding coffee, but by which time, the baby's fingers and all the way to about a third of her palm were already sorely red. What really pissed me off was that the Dad actually said (in Mandarin), "Who asked you to put your hand into the coffee? Now you know what is the meaning of HOT", and simply took a tissue to wipe the coffee off the baby's hand.

Shouldn't he, at the least, seek first aid to have some burn/scald ointment to relieve the pain? The poor baby was crying but they didn't seemed to care and all of them dug into their food. The Mum came back and asked what happened, and then carried the baby to try to calm her down.

Chester may have the movie "Taken" live in his mind for a while, I am trying to forget this horrible scene I witnessed.

"M" for More Magical Moments

2009-04-20T21:55:00.003+08:00

Reached Mum's place today a little earlier and she couldn't hide her excitement. She grabbed hold of Mayenne and asked, "What does M stands for?"

"Maay-yannn!!!"

She may not be able to say a lot of words, but my dear princess certainly knows her name!

The Alphabets

2009-04-10T22:31:00.004+08:00

It's exactly 2 months since my last blog.... have been busy, tired, lazy....

Anyways, there are many things to update, mostly on Mayenne, but this one stood out:

We have been sending Mayenne to Shichida Method for more than a year now, and one of the segments in class was phonics, and it goes: "A" says "ah-ah-apple", "B" says "buh-buh-ball"and so on.

We have also been reinforcing that training at home, and we recently found out that Mayenne can say the following:

"A" says "ah-ah-apple"!
"B" says "buh-buh-ball"!
"C" says "ker-ker-car"!

Then she skips to:
"E" says "eh-eh-egg"!

Then she skips to:
"O" says "orh-orh-orh luak"!

I think she is trying to say "owl" but it came out oyster egg.

Who's Your Mommie?

2009-02-10T23:46:00.006+08:00

I can't remember the day I started asking Mayenne to call me Mommie, but she will simply either look or walk away. I can't help but feel jealous that she always volunteer to call "Pa!" when she sees Chester.

Sometime last week, she mastered "Yeh Yeh", ie Ches' dad. Still no "Mommie".

I continued to stick my face in hers and ask her to address me at every opportunity I had. Today, at my mum's, she finally managed a "Mama" (and quite clearly it wasn't "Mam Mam" as in for food).

Woohoo!!!! I'm sure "Mommie" will not be too far away.

Me & My Cheeky Baby Girl

Question and Answer

2009-02-03T23:09:00.002+08:00

For those who have been following my blog, you would have read about my concerns on Mayenne's linguistic skills, which seemed somewhat delayed as she couldn't really say many words at 20 months.

I am very sure she knows how to pronounce the words, but she just simply refuse to articulate them. But our persistence paid off.

One day she was watching Dany & Daddy (one of her favourite cartoons). The short clip shows one item and asks the Daddy in the show to pick the correct item from a list of 3 other that has some correlation with the 1st picture.

The first picture was a chicken, and when the picture of the egg came, she quietly said "Eeeg!"My mum asked her to repeat, she refused.

After hearing my mum's narration of what happened, I picked up a card showing a picture of an egg, and she exclaimed 'Eeeg!' A few days later at a breakfast, I gave her some eggs, and she volunteered "Eeeg!" again.

There you have it: Egg - her second word which we can get a respond via a question. The first was 'nennen' (milk).

I am hopeful that more will come real soon.

Mayenne's 2nd CNY

2009-02-02T22:02:00.006+08:00

A year ago, Little Mayenne at 8 months was clueless about the excitement, loud noises and colourful deco.

A year later, a little Bigger Mayenne at 20 months can appreciate CNY a lot more. Here are some pictures to show her enthusiasm.

She wants to Lo Hei too.

Mayenne the Kungfu Kid
(and endorsing Robinsons)

Learning Lion Dance

With Gonggong, Popo, Jiujiu and Jiumu

With Yehyeh, Mahmah, Gugu and Guzhang

The "Death-Defying, Traffic Stopping" Stare

2009-01-17T22:30:00.003+08:00

To fellow drivers out there, or even to those who sit at the front passenger seat: have you ever encountered people who cross the roads, where and when they are not suppose to (that's why I don't categorise them as "pedestrians"), midway on the road, they will turn to look straight at your car to give that "I-am-crossing-the-road-so-you-betta-slow-down" look?

I mean, Hello??!!! If I want to cross a road despite on coming traffic, I will try to cross it as quickly as I can and get out of the traffic's way.

But NOOOOOO..... these people still take their own sweet time to cross and continue their stare while they are strolling. And if you choose to horn them, they will make a lightning switch to a "Hit-me-if-you-dare" glare. AND you are lucky, you'll also get a nice wave in the form of a finger gesture.

Unbelievable.

3G

2009-01-15T22:32:00.002+08:00

The 3 Generations

Milestones

2008-12-30T23:01:00.003+08:00

As adults, we mark milestones as important points in time when we achieved something we set out to do, or attained significant goals and/or memorable events.

For Mayenne, milestones are set everyday, and Mummy and Papa cannot be prouder.

Given that it is already the end of 2008, it may be good to take stock of the wonderful things that Mayenne can do now, at 19 months:

identify all her upper case alphabets, A-Z
identify 50% of lower case alphabets (eg still need more work to explain to her that letter "l" is not number "1")
know numbers 1-10
can arrange in 1, 2, 3 in order
can group colours together, eg lime green and leaf green
can identify shapes, like circle, square, triangle, star eg
recognises at least 150 songs and find the words to the song in the correct song book
toilet trained (except for bedtime)
take simple instructions, like give something to someone, keep a toy, bring your shoes here etc
can do a forward roll on her bed

TO BE CONTINUED......

Power Talk

2008-12-17T22:39:00.004+08:00

Nope.... not promoting any telco mobile phone package.

I'm referring to the "5-minute Impression", which The Shichida Method advocates. They say that you just need to spend 5 minutes to talk to your kid, right after (yes after) they have fallen asleep.

The Shichida Method aims to develop a child's right brain via flashcards, imaging etc. Research has shown that in the first few minutes after a person drifts into dreamland, while the physical body is totally resting, the mind is still active. Just like how coma patients cry when they hear voices of their loved ones around them. And messages conveyed during this time are said to be the most well received as there are little disruption and the mind is 100% focused.

You can talk to your child about anything, but it is most effective if you encourage/praise them in words of the things they have done well and tell them to work towards achieving certain things that you would like them to do, eg if a kid refuses to give up his pacifier, tell him he is a big boy and will not need his pacifier anymore; or if the child is not feeling well, tell her that her body is fighting the viruses/germs and she will feel a whole lot better the next morning. While it is unlikely that we can see results immediately, but it is believed that there will be some improvements, even just after a few sessions. Allow me to tell you our personal experiences.

We use the "5-minute impression" with Mayenne and we were surprised with the success we had: we weaned Mayenne from her pacifier at 16/17 months without much trouble; she started to walk after we encouraged her (she was crawling and cruising for quite a few months) etc.

Due to work commitments, this exercise was kind of forgotten, until recently, Mayenne starting drinking a lot less milk (for no obvious reasons), and has been waking up in the middle of the night, wailing (sometimes sounded frightened, sometimes angry and frustrated). Chester then reminded me to revisit the "5-minute impression" again.

So one night, I told Mayenne how great a kid she is, and how Mummy and Papa is so proud of her. I added that (1) it is important for her to rest well, and as such, she will need to sleep through the night without waking up. (2) If she needs to wake up in the middle of the night because she's hungry, then all she needs to do is to drink more milk before she sleeps. (3) She will not fuss too much, trying too hard to fall asleep, but instead will doze off within 5 minutes after being tucked in bed.

The first night, she slept through and I had to wake her up for breakfast at 7.30am. The following night, she emptied her milk bottle. On the 3rd night, she tossed and turned a bit when I laid her down, but then a quick turn to her side, and she's zzzz, all within 5 minutes straight.

Coincidence? I don't think so. Some people may think this is all baloney, but I am a believer that it works and it is a powerful avenue for parents to connect with their children.

Why don't you give it a try? If it doesn't work, you don't lose anything, but if it works, it will do both your child and you good all round.

P.S. apparently this works for adults too, so ladies, after your hubbies hit the sack tonight, go up to his ear and whisper to him how great a hubby he is and tell him what you want for Christmas. May be, just may be, he will finally buy you a gift that you like.

Good luck.

Photos - Mayenne's, of course!

2008-12-15T23:18:00.003+08:00

Papa has uploaded photos of Mayenne on his blog, and given the lazy, I mean busy, person I am, you are invited to view what Mayenne has been up to recently.

http://musicphotolife.blogspot.com/

Memory & Melody

2008-12-09T23:51:00.005+08:00

There must be at least 300 songs in the stack of CDs (in English and Mandarin) we bought for Mayenne to listen to. These CDs were bought at different times but they all each come with a book containing the lyrics to the songs and some descriptive pictures.

We rotate the playlist everyday (at my mum's) so as to give her variety and hope that she won't get too bored with one particular CD.

Now, if you were to play any track from any CD, Mayenne would be able to pick the matching book, flip to the right page for the song, and she's so confident that she's gotten the right answer that she will point/stab at that page till you say "well done!".

Can't wait for her to start singing .....

Do you understand?

2008-11-30T22:39:00.002+08:00

Last Thursday was our 7th year wedding anniversary, and my mum has kindly agreed to take Mayenne that night so that Ches and I can try recall what happened over the last 7 years over a nice dinner by the river.

So starting from last Monday, I explained to Mayenne on our way to Popo's house in the morning, that she'll have to stay at Popo's house on Thursday. I did the same on Tuesday, explaining that one day has pass and it's 2 more days before the sleepover. She looked like she was listening to me but I was quite sure she didn't understand me cos there are so many new words and concepts, like Monday, Tuesday..., staying over etc.

On Monday to Wednesday, just like any other morning, she will eagerly want to get out of the car and into Popo's arms. On Thursday, I told her one last time in the car that the day we spoke about has arrived. After the car stopped, she simply refused to get out of her car seat and turned away from Popo and resisted her attempts to carry her. We had no choice but to force carry her and that led to some degree of wailing, but she cooled down after a while.

Looks like she did understand me after all.

The Day I Found Happiness

2008-11-26T22:06:00.004+08:00

Tomorrow marks the 8th year I married my most wonderful hubby, Chester.

Can't really believe it has been 8 years (well, technically it's 7 cos we registered our marriage in 2000 but had our customary a year later). But like what they say, time flies when you are having fun!

Happy Anniversary Darling! xoxoxox

The Hole-iest Question

2008-11-24T22:23:00.003+08:00

Why do guys like to wear their socks till there are holes in them, and continue to wear them until they are taken away by force (usually by someone who cannot stand it anymore)?

Some say they are comfortable. But are they really? It's quite hard to imagine sections that are thinned out from abrasion with the shoes being comfortable, and won't your toes stick out of those holes?

My dear hubby was guilty of it. I used to dump those socks which were comparable to swiss cheese (in terms of the number of holes, not the smell!!). But in some dark corner of the drawer, you can find a pair or two snuggly stashed away, hoping that I won't find them. But that was in the past. With my routine checks, I'll ensure that my man has new fresh socks to wear every time.

I found more conclusive evidence that men like to wear holey socks: in 2 separate client meetings I had, I was joined by 2 different male colleagues for each of the meetings. You know how some offices require you to remove your shoes before entering? Well, these 2 customers of mine happen to have this requirement.

Taxi fare to customer's place : S$12.60
Facility amount to be discussed : S$5m
The look on your colleague's face when he knows he needs to remove his shoes when he has holey socks : Priceless

Both of them kept on apologising profusely to me, saying if they knew, they would have worn "their good pair". At the end, one of them made me look the other way and removed his socks altogether; the other one was more creative: he tried to pinch the material surrounding the hole, and tried to hold the hole between his toes. I think he suffered toe cramps thereafter.

Enough said about this w-hole issue.

GPS - Good Position for Sleeping

2008-11-21T22:55:00.009+08:00

When Mayenne was born, we placed her cot against the wall which is nearest to the door, for the ease of attending to her promptly for those night feeds and soils, so as to save those few extra steps walking to the cot should it be placed further into the room. In case you are wondering, those savings may have saved my sanity.

After Mayenne turned one, we shifted her cot to be against another wall in the room furthest away from the door, so as to avoid disturbing her sleep when we watch TV, and besides, it makes her room look more spacious.

As she got older, it got more and more challenging for her to go to sleep. Gone were the days where she will just turn to her side and doze off. Now, she has to go through this routine of making these "AAAAAAAAAHH!!" loud sounds repeatedly, toss and turn, flip pillows all over, sit up and whimper, crash her face onto the bed with a pillow in front of her face a couple of times, before her eyelids get heavy and she finally sleeps.

It's not as though she is not sleepy: I put her to bed at about 9.30pm cos she will be yawning non-stop. I don't let her sleep in aircon, but I do cool the room down (with aircon) and switching it off (and on the fan) once she's asleep. And I stay in the room with her till she slept.

The situation is very different at my Mum's, on nights when Mum takes her. Apparently after her night feed, she will just turn to her side and remain rather motionless, even though she's not sleeping, and before you know it, she's conked out!

The only logical reason I can think of is that she sleeps with my Mum on her queen-sized bed. Perhaps it's more comfortable. May be she wants someone to lie next to her, which are all not possible when she's home when her bed is a cot.

Then I remembered how well she slept before she turned 1...... and the next thing I found myself do was shifting her bed to the previous position. May be I need to consider the fengshui aspects, you know, harmonising with your surroundings and environment, having balance stuff.

So Mayenne came into her room this evening, looked around and realised that her room is not the same as before, but she didn't say anything and subsequentlywalked out. When it was bedtime, I laid her down and gave her her milk. She continued lying there, still did some tossing and turning, but she didn't make much noise this time. Within 5-7 mins, she's in dreamland.

Believe it.

No talk, all action

2008-11-19T22:31:00.004+08:00

I have been monitoring Mayenne's progress in terms of her linguistic skills. After all, studies have shown that girls tend to be stronger in that area compared to boys.

When she uttered her first proper word "Papa"at a tender age of 9 months or so, we were getting all geared up for the endless chattering and noise to come. However, that was not the case. To date, Mayenne can say less than 20 words, some of the clearer ones include Papa (no 'Mummy' yet), bye bye, nen nen (for milk), and less clear ones like 'aam' (for 'same'), 'geen' (for 'green') and 'zzzzzz' (for the letter 'Z').

She can fully understand us, but she refuses to speak when asked. May be Mummy talks too much, stifling her chances to speak. Or perhaps Mummy doesn't give her enough time to put her answer together before offering our answer. Why I say that is because sometimes when she's alone, she will babble some sounds, perhaps in an attempt to say something.

When it comes to this kind of things, you can't really rush it. I will continue to introduce her to more words and let her take her time to be ready to speak single words, then 2-syllabic phrases, then in sentences. While that may take a while, Mummy will always to here to guide Mayenne.

From CRT to LCD

2008-11-09T22:55:00.006+08:00

I have visited a handful of housewarmings - and have also swooned over other people's plasmas and LCD TVs. Admittedly, I wanted one for myself, but for some reason (or reasons), I haven't got the chance to evaluate my options, given the hundreds of models and prices that come in thousands.

Actually, I love my current CRT TV. It has accompanied me on my loneliest nights, made me laughed so hard that I cried, made me cried so hard that I've ran out of tissues, taught me things that I never knew, and showed me the world that I could have never seen on my own.

We had it since we moved into our love nest 8 years ago, and it has never failed me. As it was a Sony TV, I thought the audio quality was pretty good too. However, for the sake of Mayenne, Chester has decided to buy an LCD TV, due to the low frequency at which the images are screened and the high frequency sound that a CRT emits, both which we concluded are not good for our kid.

After checking out some bargains, Chester bought a new LCD TV at Courts yesterday, and will be delivered tomorrow.

Come tomorrow evening, my Can Really Tong TV will finally make way for the new LCD TV. I feel a little sentimental but am also excited about the new addition!!

Hokkaido

2008-10-30T22:29:00.005+08:00

When I was younger, I always dreamed of going to Hokkaido for a vacation. Everyone who has been there tells me it's such a beautiful place, with great fresh produce that will leave you yearning for more and you'll fall in love with the place given the unique romanticism that that place exudes.

Well, my dream came true last week.

Actually, it started out more like a nightmare: I was suffering from abdominal cramps so severe, that I broke into cold sweat and threw up on the 2nd day of the trip. My stomach was still convulsing from the puking that nite, into the 3rd and 4th day. Nonetheless, I told myself that I'm not gonna let anything spoil my long awaited Hokkaido vacation and thankfully, I also started to feel better as the trip progressed, which allowed me to enjoy the rest of the journey.

Rather than giving you a narration of the trip, you will have a pretty good idea by taking a look at the pictures Chester took with his SLR posted in his blog http://musicphotolife.blogspot.com/ and http://photosg.com/v/hokkaido/.

I must give kudos to Chester - he lugged a camera that weighed a few kgs (plus lens and all) everywhere we went. But because of his love for photography, he didn't mind it at all. And all thanks to him, we have such beautiful pictures that we can remind ourselves of the trip in the future.

Mummy-fied!

2008-10-15T22:55:00.005+08:00

You know how sometimes when you get a bit bored, you will have a song in your head and you'll start humming or singing? The song can be a favourite tune, or some new catchy pop song.

Today, I was sitting in a cafe waiting for Chester to join me for dinner. While twiddling my thumbs and twirling my hair, the first song that hit me and came out of my mouth was .......

Little Peter Rabbit.

And I even have to consciously hold my hands down to prevent them from doing all the bunny actions!

That's it...... I've been thoroughly Mummy-fied!!!!!

Winning in Weaning

2008-10-13T22:40:00.003+08:00

It's official - Mayenne is completely weaned from her pacifier, in her 17th month.

Actually it happened much earlier cos she doesn't look for it or fuss when she was trying to sleep. But she still had that sucking action with her lips and mouth when she has her eyes closed, as though she's sucking on an imaginary dummy. But this evening, I noticed she doesn't do that anymore -- hence I mark today as the milestone.

The process hasn't been too long, less than a month. I didn't use the methods some of friends used, eg snip the head of the pacifier off such that the kid doesn't feel shiok sucking on a headless dummy (cos it keeps dropping out of his mouth).

I went cold turkey, and I was pleasantly surprised with the results and I achieved my silent goal of weaning her off the dummy before 18 months . Good job Mayenne! Mummy is so proud of you!

Nonetheless I'm not gonna risk it by accidentally leaving a pacifier on her table or bed!

Bikes and Skirts

2008-10-08T22:30:00.005+08:00

We were on our way home on the CTE, when I noticed something flapping at the back of a motorcycle, about 10 metres in front of us.

I didn't think too much about it, until I saw the entire right leg of the pillion rider (cos our car was on the right side of the bike) ie from the hip to thigh and foot -- and then it struck me: the thing that was flapping wasn't some scarf or bandanna; it was the back portion of a skirt.

Problem was, I think they were in a hurry, and they picked up speed. The skirt just flapped harder and higher. Soon, they were way ahead and then our view was blocked by other vehicles in front. Sorry, couldn't get any pictures.

Couldn't also understand one thing -- won't the person feel the flapping? I mean, the skirt was going to as high as her head!!! And the flapping would form some resistance against the wind -- I'm sure you can feel some tugging at the back???!!!

So ladies, if you have to wear a skirt while riding a bike, please please please sweep your skirt below your butt and sit on it. If not, at least put on some nice underwear, not grannies.

Cold Turkey - Day V

2008-09-20T23:48:00.005+08:00

After a nice seafood dinner at Sin Hoi San (Tiong Bahru) in celebration of my mum's birthday, we headed home.

Mayenne was fussing a bit after her milk feed, and wanting me to carry her. Ches tried to help out as I was busy washing up her bottles and dinner containers, but she was giving him a hard time as nothing he did seems to give her comfort.

After I was done, I brought her into my room (the weather tonight was tremendously stuffy), and I think the cooler temperature (aircon was on) may have calmed her somewhat. She began flipping some mags and gave some baby hugs [she does it by bringing her face to the thing she likes in the magazine (sometimes a little too fast and too hard) - like giving them a kiss].

I was pretty tired myself, so I was just lying on the bed and watching her go through the mags. Then I realised I was dozing off, so I brought her to lie next to me. Sometimes she will just get up and fuss again, but tonight, she laid very still on the pillow we share, but her eyes were roving. At that point it felt like Mum and Daughter were sharing some ESP messages cos our heads were so close to each other.

I dozed off again, then I jumped up, startled at the fact that I have fallen asleep and not watching Mayenne. But there she was, lying asleep right next to me.

May be Mummy's zzzzz bugs did reach Mayenne via ESP afterall.

Cold Turkey - Day Three (Day of heartaches)

2008-09-18T23:15:00.003+08:00

Mum said Mayenne couldn't really nap well this afternoon -- was irritable and started redecorating her bed by repositioning her pillows, continuously. But soon after, she did fall asleep due to tiredness and slept almost 3.5 hours thereafter. Mum had to wake her up for her milk so that it will not affect her dinner schedule.

Night time was worse. As usual we fed her her last feed of the day (milk) at 9.30pm and started to coax her to sleep. But tonight, she was not just fussing - she was clearly upset, irritated, agitated, as she cried for non-stop for almost half an hour. During that time, she choked on her saliva, coughed really hard, and had a blocked nose from all the crying.

I walked, talked, sang, rocked, carried, ignored, but nothing worked. My arms ached from carrying Mayenne, but my heart ached more to see her feeling so terrible. She then started to cool down after I walked to my kitchen window, where some cars parking downstairs distracted her. Shortly after, I brought her back to my room (cos I have the air con on, and doors closed, to avoid disturbing the neighbours with her cries). Although she started to cry again, but this time it was more muted, and then she fell asleep with her head on my lap.

This was Day 3.

Cold Turkey - Day One

2008-09-16T23:47:00.004+08:00

Today, we have stopped giving Mayenne the pacifier, dummy, jid jid, tuu tuu..... or whatever you call it.

According to my mum, Mayenne fell asleep rather quickly during her afternoon nap without the pacifier. I then decided to kickstart the weaning process by not giving it to her tonight.

She fussed quite a bit, not the crying sort, but "EHHH.... EHHH!" sort. I refused to give in, and it took her almost an hour to fall asleep (I thought it was pretty fast already). But she looked so cute when she was trying to pretend to suck and she was pouting her lips and making the sucking sounds, without the pacifier.

Tomorrow, Day Two. *ding ding!*

Pine Gardens - I'll be back for more!

2008-09-15T22:58:00.003+08:00

I was really happy with the positive comments and good feedback I've received on Mayenne's birthday cakes, both from Pine Gardens (AMK Ave 10).

So good, I've recommended my friends to order cakes from Pine Gardens for their own kids 1st birthdays and the results were the same.... all their guests enjoyed the cakes too. I will also be ordering a 3-tier wedding cake from them as a gift to a couple getting married soon.

So when my colleagues talked about Pine Gardens having the CMK durian cakes, I was really excited -- CMK stands for Cat Mountain King aka Mao Shan Wang, the creme de la creme of all types of durians (which I love), and Pine Gardens (I love their cakes too). The perfect combi.

I was assigned the task of ordering/buying the cake as the shop is near my place. The cake would also form part of the mini birthday celebrations for the birthday boy and girl in my work team born in September.

So after a long day of photoshoot with Chester last Sunday, we rushed back to pick up the cake before the shop closes. Next morning, I brought it to the office and stored it in the pantry's fridge. When the time came for the birthday celebration, we took the cake out, sang the birthday song and distributed the cake all round.

"Hmmm..???"
"The cake....."
"It's um...."
"SOUR!!!"

Yup, although the cake tastes fresh, the layers of durian flesh between the sponge cakes, were indeed sour.

How can this be? I've only collected it yesterday and stored it as recommended. Feeling disappointed, confused, angry, betrayed (cos I had so much faith in Pine's cakes), I called Pine Gardens up for an explanation (and hopefully, compensation).

The person at the end of the line was very polite and carefully asked about my storage conditions. Then she made a statement "... but we never had any complaints about our durian cakes before". I thought "that's it... she's gonna blame me on not storing properly and shrug away from all responsibilities". Then she offered to send someone to pick up the spoilt cake from my office and they will look into the matter and decide the next course of action.

The delivery guy came within 10mins (should be in the vicinity) and took the cake away. Then, about half an hour later, Pine Garden called. While holding my breath, they explained that they suspect it's the durian that has gone into the cake, was bad (ie durian supplier ought to be shot), and since it is rather unlikely for them to taste every single durian before making the cake, it was unfortunate that we got that bad one.

They promptly then offered to replace the durian cake and send it back to my office, and even asked if I needed the same wordings on the cake plus number of candles required. When I collected the package from the same delivery guy who came earlier, I saw 2 boxes in the plastic bag. Out of goodwill, Pine Gardens threw in 20 complimentary pieces of bite-sized brownies and cheesecakes. And the replacement durian cake was fantastic.

I applaud Pine Garden for their speed in handling the situation, their gesture to replace and send the cake back to me (usually they charge at least $15 for delivery), and giving some complimentary confectionery.

Perhaps they still do think that it's my (the customer's) fault in not storing the cake properly, but everything they have done has made me feel that they treasure their customers; and they have definitely retained this customer (me), and I will definitely continue to buy cakes from them.

Moral of the story? Never buy your own birthday cake. =P

Roseola - ola - ola

2008-09-10T23:32:00.002+08:00

In one of my earlier blogs a couple of weeks ago, I reported how Mayenne came down with high fever after her MMR jab, and I was certain then that it was her reaction to the vaccine.

She had high fever >38.5 degrees over about 4 days (with her temperature occasionally easing to the 37 degrees range before shooting up to > 38 degrees again). On Day 4, I couldn't allow my baby to suffer anymore, we rushed to KK Child A&E even before the dawn breaks, as she was very hot to the touch and her throat was so sore that she couldn't even drink her milk.

Fortunately, the A&E was not crowded and Mayenne was attended by the doctor on duty. They took some blood from Mayenne for testing and the results were all negative except for a hint of viral infection. So the doctor sent us home and asked us to continue to give her the medication we got from the GPs we saw a few days before.

It was as though the trip to the A&E has zapped all her viruses away, cos by the end of the day, Mayenne was less lethargic and her appetite got better. I thank God for that and was relieved to see her recover from her sore throat and runny nose.

Before I could even say "She's okay now!", my mum called me to tell me that Mayenne started having tiny red spots on her back, legs, sole and face. Without any delay, I told Mum to bring her to the GP for a quick check. They came back with the diagnosis: heat rash and gave us calamine lotion.

What heat rash??!?! Those few days leading to the day the rashes were spotted were filled with rain and more rain, so the weather was extremely cool. And given a layman like me, I was very sure those are not heat rashes.

Good thing was the rashes were not itchy and they don't seem to bother Mayenne at all (no fever, diarrhoea, nausea etc). So then I inferred that it could be measles as some literature explained that some babies catch it, as the MMR vaccine is putting small doses of live viruses into the body so that the body can build its immunity against these viruses.

In view that Mayenne was behaving normally, I didn't worry that much. Slowly the rashes faded and totally cleared within 3 days.

It was only after sharing Mayenne's symptoms to a close friend of mine that what Mayenne had could be Roseola. Symptons include high fever for a couple of days, coupled with sore throat and runny nose. After the fever has subsided, the spots will appear, usually non-itchy. If you need more information on Roseola, you can refer to this website: http://pediatrics.about.com/cs/commoninfections/a/roseola.htm

Everything that Mayenne went through fit the description - she had Roseola. This is probably what the old folks refer to as "fake measles".

Mystery solved.

Lost in Translation

2008-09-09T21:47:00.000+08:00

We subscribed to the Disney Channel (CH34) on Cable TV as we wanted Mayenne to watch programs that are specially designed for children.

She has many favourite programs - Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, My Friends Tigger and Pooh, Pocoyo and Thomas and Friends just to name a few, and she also likes short clips like Danny & Daddy and Ooh & Aah (the red and blue monkeys that bring in the next show).

Recently we swopped our old cable box to the new digital recordable one (and of course signed up a new package for the recording capability). It is rather useful as we can set timings to record her favourite programs, and playback whenever we want to, like the repeat of the Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony. I'm probably one of the very few who has missed the live telecast, and I'm glad that I've recorded the 4-hr long event as I was able to catch it and it was indeed as grand and spectacular as reported.

Anyway, coming back to Disney Channel, Chester was fiddling with some of the clips he recorded on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and it was only then I realised Mickey and his gang can actually speak Mandarin - with the press of the dual sound button.

I have used that button before, for Japan Hour, and some other programs which were filmed in foreign languages but Starhub offers the show in say, English or Mandarin. The Mickey Mouse I grew up with spoke English, so it never occurred to me to use that button at all.

So for Mums and Dads out there who may have missed this point like me, do try it out.

One thing to note though: the lyrics of some of the songs may not be a direct translation of the original English version. But one word of caution, the Mandarin version can be quite bizarre.

Example, for those who are familiar with the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse show, there is this HotDog Dance at the end of every show -- you may not want your kid learn the first stanza of the song, cos it's not such a great idea if he repeats that the first thing in the morning or when Grandma is playing Mahjong.

Go check it out.

Mayenne

2008-09-08T23:26:00.004+08:00

Many friends have been asking, "How come there isn't any photos of Mayenne on your blog lately?"

Guilty. Din have the time to configure the photos we've taken of her. Here's some captured over the last 2 months or so.

"Where are the rest of my classmates?"

(Mayenne sitting quietly for Shichida class to start; that's my Mum and maid behind)

"Cool-ness Highness...."

The MCC (Mong Cha Cha) look
(just woke up mah)

"Hey, give back Mummy's straw!"

Mayenne has been toilet trained since she was 11 months old
(we have upgraded her from potty to WC; and it really helps that she makes 2 distinct sounds to differentiate between "big" and "small" business)

Good Intentions

2008-09-06T22:11:00.003+08:00

"Eat your vegetables! They are good for you!"

All mums would have said the above to their kid(s) some point in their lives. Being a kid before (hard to believe, but yes have been one), I remember asking myself how can something that tastes so strange be ever good for you? But we trust our parents to know best and they are there to protect us.

As we grow up, through our life paths, we experience new things, face new challenges and we learn to know what is good and bad (or at least what we think is good and bad).

Sometimes our judgment can be clouded, like how some people don't apologise even when they know they are in the wrong, because it involves pride; or when people are so determined to do something that they are passionate about or love, and don't consider the severity of consequences of their actions.

So sometimes, when we think a person cannot make any logical and rational decisions because of this cloudiness, we make the decision that overrides all decisions, for what we think is for the good of all (again can be subjective). The overruled party will inevitable be disappointed, angry, and may even ignore the advices and stick to their own plans.

It is scarily fascinating to note how two persons can have completely different views on the same situation, how one can take things so lightly when the other thinks it is a matter of life and death.

Call me a paranoid, over-reacting, pessimistic, selfish party pooper, but when it comes to protecting people and things I love, I can't be more selfish, can I?

I just hope for understanding and trust, and I still eat my vegetables today.

What Time Is It?

2008-08-27T22:35:00.005+08:00

I was walking towards the MRT station one evening, on my way to meet Chester in town.

While going down the escalator, I looked ahead and I saw a young girl, probably between 16-17 years old, holding some pieces of paper and talking to a bunch of people.

When I was about to walk past her to get to another escalator, she came towards me and asked, "Do you have the time? My watch has stopped."

Then I realised the bunch of people she was with has moved on and she was kinda sticking her watch in my face, trying to show that her watch was indeed not showing the right time (her watch was showing 1.25am/pm when it was close to 7pm then).

Being the kind soul I am, I volunteered to show her my watch and said, "It's almost 7pm now."

"WRONG!" she exclaimed, "IT'S TIME FOR CHARITY!!!"

Sigh. If she had asked nicely, I would have made my donation. I think the bunch of people ahead of me din appreciate her sense of humour too.

Good Mum, Bad Mum

2008-08-22T23:09:00.005+08:00

Mayenne just had her MMR vaccination yesterday. The doctor told us that usually, should the baby spot a fever, it will come after 7 days of the jab. Before Mayenne could reach back home, she was already feverish.

I went back to the office after the PD's appointment, so it was my mum who told me about it and she was a little flustered cos she doesn't have the thermometer with her (it was at my place) and she wasn't sure how high Mayenne's temperature was. Good thing we brought back a bottle of Neurofen from the PD which helps bring higher temperatures down. My mum tried to feed Mayenne the medicine with a syringe, only to welcome a huge gush of puke.

After a while, Mum fed her some milk as Mayenne is not suppose to eat porridge or rice related products (old wives' tale that we have abided for generations). She then slept and Mum called me later to tell me that her temperature has gone down somewhat.

A quick check on the thermometer showed 38.8 degrees in the evening, after I went home to grab the digital thermometer. It has risen again, and she looked so pitiful: listless eyes, also red from crying, blocked nose from crying. Mum offered (or more like instructed) to keep Mayenne overnight with her, so that she can take care of her (with the maid's help) and that I can have the energy for work the next day.

Mayenne looked better the next morning, even laughed a bit and waved goodbye when Papa and Mummy left for work. I called up the PD to check whether if there is any cause for concern that Mayenne started her fever so immediately after the jab. He advised that the fever was likely not due to the jab but something else, so asked me to monitor her fever and if it's still high, I would need to make a trip to his clinic to follow up. That didn't settle me a bit.

Then I suddenly remembered that she was having a flu just about 1.5 weeks before the jab. Being the bad mum I am, I have totally forgotten that this could be important and we should have delayed the MMR jab for another 2 weeks or so. May be the fever was some "leftovers" from the previous flu bout which was 'reactivated' after the invasive injection.

When I checked on the net to find out more about the symptoms for fever after MMR jabs, to my horror, I found so many websites, forums, discussions that suggest MMR may cause autism and some mental impairment. How come I never check on this before sending Mayenne for the MMR? Will Mayenne suffer due to my ignorance? I am blaming myself for such stupidity and if anything happens to Mayenne, I will never forgive myself.

Then again, will I still have proceeded with the vaccination if I knew, cos these allegations are all not proven? And risk her contracting measles, mumps or rubella which have medically proven to be fatal?

I don't know, I really don't know.... but like what Chester said, it's already administered, and the benefits certainly outweigh the risks.

I can only pray that Mayenne will get well soon and back to her old self again. Please.

Life and How to Survive It

2008-08-12T22:17:00.004+08:00

Attached below is Adrian Tan's speech at the NTU Convocation 2008. A friend sent it to me and I thought it is a rather interesting read. It's pretty long, but do take the time to read it - may inspire you to do things differently going forward.

Life and How to Survive It

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable. Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument. Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that "Learning is a lifelong process" and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning,
after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they're wrong.

The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in
those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup.
Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.

I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy. After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family . You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much. That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one
knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term "Karoshi", which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are "making a living". No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway. Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction ? probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating.

There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence. In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires
great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated. It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet
every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role.
There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn't say "be loved". That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone. Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a
microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work ? the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul. Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart. You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.

Is Silence really Golden?

2008-08-11T22:21:00.004+08:00

I sent some of my laundry to my mum's place for my maid to wash, and included in there was one of my favourite pair of grey pants, which has been with me for a while.

My mum told me a couple of days later that there was a run in the seam and she has sent it to the tailor to stitch it up. Initially I didn't think too much about it, until she mentioned that the seam was the one that runs down the middle of my butt, and my head went a-spinnin':

When did I last wore these pants?
Did I meet a client in them?
Was it that day that I took the MRT to meet Chester in town instead of him coming to pick me at my office (to save ERP and petrol)?

Quick... think.. THINK.....

Damn..... it must be that day when I thot people on the streets appear to be extra friendly, giving that nod or smile when there was eye contact.

Was it because they saw what they didn't expect to see and they feel sorry for me? Or are they laughing at me because they think I'm an exhibitionist?

If someone (guy or gal) have come up to me and tell me (preferably softly) that I'm showing more than I should, I would have been eternally grateful. Of course it is embarrassing for a stranger to tell you you have "ran light" (zhao geng), but this is nothing compared to having thousands of people starring down your butt as they stand/walk behind you as you strut down Raffles Place or Orchard Road.

Are Singaporeans too polite to approach someone under such circumstances? Or are they afraid that they will get a earful for being a busybody? Or worse, get questioned why you were looking at her butt in the first place?

I have previously helped (or at least I thought I did) a couple of ladies in less than desirable situations. I remember this time when I was at Marina Square, and there was this lady with a knee length skirt. Presumably after a trip to the restroom, and she didn't check if everything was ok -- a section of the hem of the skirt was caught in her undie, and she was walking in Marina Square with her skirt raised behind her. When I saw her I quickly walked behind her to shield her from any more embarrassment and told her the situation. She quickly adjusted her skirt and her face was all red, but she looked so grateful and managed to whisper "thank you" before scurrying off from the scene.

What I've described above can happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere (guys - no skirts but there are zip flies). But you were to ever see me (God forbid) in such a situation, do come up to me and tell me to switch of my lights. Thank you, in advance.

Mayenne Played a Little Tune

2008-08-10T22:43:00.003+08:00

Mayenne definitely has Papa's genes.

This evening, after we reached home after picking Mayenne from my mum's, my little darling headed straight for her song-cum-piano book (a book with a little electronic piano attached), and played the first 7 notes to the song: Mary Had a Little Lamb.

Slowly, not exactly to the beat, but steadily she played...... mi-re-do-re-mi-mi-mi.

Fluke or not, that was the best piece of music I've ever heard.

Shhhhoooo Shhhickkkk

2008-07-30T22:09:00.002+08:00

I have finally succumbed to it.

I thought the flu jab I took years ago was the ultimate vaccine, cos I din fall sick (well, at least not to flu) for almost 2 years, even when I was pregnant.

When my colleague Alice reported to work one day with a pretty serious flu, I withstood any contagions and survived the week without a sniffle.

I guess the last straw was when my boss caught the flu bug, cos I was hanging around him quite a bit, for customer meetings and discussions. And Tamiflu had to expire on one of those days....

Here I am, trying to type with tissue paper in one hand and the other holding my head.

Not wanting Mayenne to catch it from me, I've "deposited" her with my mum for an overnight stay yesterday, but today I feel worse (just took the medicine from the doctor's - takes time to kick in). So Mum asked me to keep Mayenne with her for another night. You're the greatest, Mum!!!

I refrained from carrying Mayenne, afraid that the she will catch the bug from me. But she needed Mummy's comfort and warmth, so she cried and cried, arms outstretched, wanting me to carry her. Breaks my heart.

Mum had to carry her into the bedroom and asked us to quickly leave the house, or else she will keep looking for us and refuse to sleep. We had to quietly and quickly make my exit, and my mum told me the next morning that Mayenne actually slept well last night, which was great.

*aaaaaahhh-choooooo!*

Excuse me, gotta go and rest.

Love Conquers All

2008-07-28T22:09:00.002+08:00

I wrote down this as my favourite quote under my profile in Facebook, because I truly believe in it.

In this time of age, many things have come to challenge this - fame, power, wealth etc, for which some people are willing to sacrifice love, to achieve.

Love comes in so many types - parental love, love between family members, love between friends etc, but the greatest love of all - is unconditional, selfless love.

Yesterday, I got to know about a story of a friend's journey in becoming a Mummy and how it exemplifies true unconditional love.

I remember visiting my fren's YM's house for a gathering the year before, and I was expecting Mayenne then. YM was newly married then, and she told me that she would love to start a family soon, just like Chester and I. Shortly after Mayenne was born, we heard the great news from her that she was expecting!

Due to our own busy schedules and taking care of Lil' Princess Mayenne, I didn't really follow up (regretfully) with YM on her developments, and only found out that she has given birth in Mar08, after she posted some photos of her and her baby on the FB.

I wrote to her to congratulate on the new addition into the family. She replied and asked me to visit her blog for Little Baby Vera. It was then I found out that Baby Vera has Trisomy 18, a very serious, and usually fatal condition. Every blogpost I read, I cried. By the time I've finished reading her last post, my eyes were so swollen (they still are), that I couldn't really open them.

I don't want to take away what YM has written about her journey by trying to paraphrase it here, cos it's her personal story to tell. What truly stands out to me was how her strong love for Baby Vera, has conquered all her fears, uncertainties, tiredness, emotions, to allow her to focus on the most important thing - Baby Vera. It is undeniably tough, and YM is unlikely to be doing this, without the love and support of her husband and family too. Most importantly, Baby's Vera love for her parents and love for life, which makes her the fighter she is, is beating the odds and against the medical statistics.

Love..... really conquers all.

If anyone of you knows of any mummies in Singapore who has living babies/kids with Trisomy 18, do drop me a note, as YM is looking to reach out to these mummies.

Thank you.

YM, I will pray for Baby Vera and you. Stay strong, cos Baby Vera is a fighter!

Happy Birthday Gramps!

2008-07-24T22:57:00.001+08:00

Celebrated Chester's Dad's birthday over the weekend. Here she is trying to sing the birthday song.....

Once our Baby, Always our Baby

2008-07-21T21:41:00.008+08:00

Over the last month, Mayenne has grown so much: she's taller and stronger now; she can walk rather steadily and even master stair climbing; has teeth to bite and chew food; and she can identify more than half of the alphabets and at least 40-50 things, from body parts to animals, and household items to people.

As her Mummy, I must admit I'm very happy and proud that Mayenne has completed her first milestone, from baby to toddler. But most importantly, she is a happy kid with loads of ideas and "patterns" up her sleeves, and she never fails to put a smile on our faces.

So fast she's grown, I've actually forgotten how fragile she can be.

This evening we went over to my Mum's for dinner as usual, and Mayenne would watch her a bit of TV while we quickly finish our dinner and get her ready to go home. While she was watching, she got excited and found herself lying down on her tummy, but her left hand and a part of her lower arm were caught between her body and the floor. Not knowing how to release her trapped hand, she tried tugging and jerking it out, and before we can stop her, she twisted her wrist and some fingers.

That was followed by a loud painful wail and she was inconsolable. What almost killed me was when I saw her arm: all limp, red and swollen. And when we tried to rub her hand, she let out another shriek in pain. I thought to myself: why did I left my Baby suffer!

We tried to soothe her down: tried to give her some water as I think she must be feeling so afraid, but she refused. Fortunately, her favourite TV program called "Danny & Daddy" came on, and she started to calm down a little and then she smiled.

Then gently we tried to rub her fingers and wrist again and this time she didn't resist (was probably distracted by the TV). Shortly after, we gave her her favourite toy to hold in her left hand. Slowly she reached out and curl her fingers round the toy.

She's gonna be alright. Thank God for that.

I guess this is the dilemma for all parents -- learning to let go so that the baby can explore with her new found mobility, but at the same time is constantly worried about safety and accidents.

But I guess that's part and parcel of parenting, but such worries would seem so minute and negligible, as they are nothing compared to the joys to derive from our kids - it's immeasurable.

From Crawling to Walking

2008-07-06T23:37:00.003+08:00

Mayenne is officially walking! She is so thrilled with her new found skill that she just keeps walking and walking and walking - in a straight line, in a circle (eg round some furniture), sideways (actually she's trying to get her balance and walking at the same time) etc. Sometimes, she can get so confident that she'll even do some running instead!

Mummy will be getting her long overdue exercises - cos she has to run after Mayenne now!

Washing My Blues Away

2008-06-18T23:06:00.000+08:00

My 7-year-old Whirlpool washing machine has finally conked. I was beginning to wonder when it will ever happen.

Actually, it still washes fine, and still does what it's suppose to do. The only thing is that water leaks from the bottom at the end of every cycle. Thinking that it lasted longer than I imagined, I thought I'd invest in a new washer.

I only had 1.5 hours to shop for a washing machine on a Saturday- the time being Mayenne having her Shichida class and Papa is accompanying her in the class instead of me. I popped into Courts at Toa Payoh, and headed straight to the washer/dryer department.

I was greeted by a saleman who seemed to know everything about washing machines. He then recommended Electrolux, for which he had a model which was only on sale for those 2 days ($300 off usual price). I remembered my MIL's washer was an Electrolux and she has been using it for the last 15 years (or so she claimed). Though they don't make things the way they used to be, but I believe there should be some consistency in terms of the quality of the hardware.

But what I liked about this model is that there is a pause function which allows you stop the machine to load additional clothings which you may have forgotten to include in the wash (the water will be stored in the drum below, and the same water will be "reloaded" once you start the machine again, hence saving water!). The detergent tray also looked a little different whereby the softener compartment actually holds the softener until it is ready to be used (for my old washer, I need to wait till the wash cycle reaches the final rinse and then I add the softener. If I were to add it at the same time as the detergent, it would have flowed down together with the detergent at the beginning of the wash).

What sold me the washer was that there is a quick wash function which finishes a good wash for slightly/normal soiled clothings in 45 mins (other washers usually takes 75mins to 90 mins). And this white equipment is not white at all - it looks all-so-futuristic in metallic silver.

The mean-looking piece of equipment was surprisingly quiet. Even at a high spin speed of 850 revolutions per minute. The only thing I don't like about is the loud clicking sound when the machine locks and releases the door when the cycle starts and ends.

Generally, I'm pleased with my investment and I am looking forward to a full laundry basket now!!

New Beginnings

2008-06-09T22:05:00.003+08:00

Today marks my first day at my new work place. Didn't exactly sleep well last night as Mayenne was up a couple of times and I had to tug her back in bed in the wee hours in the morning.

Nonetheless, I woke up, feeling slightly nervous, but mostly excited. It's a familiar feeling, then I remembered this is how I felt when I report for school at the beginning of each new year, as I move to a higher level eg P4 to P5, Sec 2 to Sec 3.

I was supposed to report at the HR department, which is located in a different building from where my office is. We left home slightly earlier then usual, as Mayenne didn't poopoo this morning (which takes us a little longer to get ready) and traffic was smooth.

After an hour long "induction" briefing, I proceeded to report at my work place. At the lift lobby, I exchanged my ID for a visit pass as my staff pass was not ready yet. Anxious to meet my boss and colleagues, I actually went to the wrong building (there were 2 Towers), and I had to make my quick exit, hoping people will not see my face, red from embarrassment.

I finally made it to the correct office, and my boss introduced me to the rest of the team. I really like where our team is located as it is away from the rest of the other teams, hence less noisy. I was also very happy to see many familiar faces, all ex-colleagues from HSBC who are here now. I don't feel that alone and anxious anymore.

It has been a good start and I really look forward to even better days ahead!

Mayenne - Monet

2008-06-08T00:59:00.001+08:00

We bought Mayenne a magnetic drawing board for her a couple of months ago, and the only thing she was keen to do with it then was to pick up the little 'stampers' (which came in various shapes like star and heart) and throw them to see them fly.

Gradually, Popo managed to teach her how the stylus and stampers are used but she was still not interested.

Then one day, Mayenne placed the board on her lap, took the stylus in her right hand and started drawing. At first she couldn't get much on the board as the angle at which she was holding the stylus was too low, ie about parallel to the board. Hence the nib was not on the board. Slowly she figured it out and she started to draw more confidently, so much so that she even reached for her favourite star stamper with her left hand (her right hand was still holding the stylus), and starting stamping.

Draw a bit, stamp a bit. She looked like she knew exactly what she wanted to draw. I have videoed the process but the clip was relatively long. So I've just enclosed the masterpiece here instead, which we named Shooting Stars.

Mayenne's First Artwork

Mayenne's 1st Haircut

2008-06-06T00:20:00.000+08:00

After Mayenne was born, I refused to shave her head despite many "advices" from relatives and friends that a shaven head would yield a fuller set of crowning glory. I stood my ground as I have seen some of the babies whose parents have done that, and they (the babies) certainly don't look nice at all. Some of the parents even shave the baby's eyebrows (why would anyone want bushy eyebrows?), and the baby end up looking really sickly, like someone who has gone through chemo and lost their hair.

As the months went by, I began to wonder if my decision was wise. Yes, she was growing some hair, 'some' being the operative word. Thankfully, the gaps were filled (albeit slowly), and some wisps of hair (especially the fringe area) began to grow faster that the rest, and it started to irritate her forehead and eyes.

Popo has been bugging me to bring her to the hairdresser for a trim, but I still don't feel like cutting her hair, as I felt it will change Mayenne the Baby, and lose some part of the babyness in her.

On Wednesday, I had my 2nd driving refresher lesson, and by the time I reached my mum's place, the house was empty. I thought Popo brought Mayenne out to the market. When they returned and I opened the door, I saw Mayenne but didn't quite sure what was different about her. Then Popo said she brought her for a haircut. Ah.... so that was it!

Apparently, they had a hard time holding her down to have her hair cut - she was crying and squirming on my mum's lap. My mum was so afraid that Mayenne might be injured by the scissors, she stopped the hairdresser before she could finish, and they left the salon after paying $5.

I thought the haircut was badly done, may becos Mayenne was moving so much that it is impossible to have it done properly. Due to the abrupt termination of the hair cut session, some parts were not trimmed. And I think it's too short - in one morning, my daughter has become a son (see transformation below) - sigh.....

before:

after:

Refreshing!

2008-05-30T10:19:00.005+08:00

My first refresher course took place this morning at 8am. For those who avoided the AMK area thinking that I'd only be driving in AMK, boy were you wrong. I went as far as Sengkang and Punggol. And no.... whatever traffic jams you were caught in was not caused by me!!!

I was surprisingly calm and not nervous (at all!) about the refresher, which was so different from how I felt when I first tried driving in our own car a couple of months back (I was basically so freaked out that I dared not even step on the accelerator). Perhaps knowing that I'm driving someone else's car (bang also never mind) or the fact that someone with experience is sitting next to me makes all the difference.

This morning, my instructor Mr Tok picked me up in his gold Toyota Corolla at AMK MRT. When his car stopped, I hopped into the passenger seat, without even realising he was getting ready to get out of the car. Then he asked if I can take over the wheel. I thot to myself, "If I can, why did I sign up this course?"

Anyway, I politely mentioned that I've not driven for a long long time, so I would like to build up my confidence on the roads again. He then drove us to a less crowded road and stopped at the roadside for me to switch to the driver's seat.

I started slowly and stuck to the left-most lane. After 15 mins later, we went on to do changing of lanes, filtering, U-turning etc. Mr Tok was also very chatty and we talked about irresponsible driving and how we should learn from their mistakes.

We did more driving in Sengkang/Punggol, and before I know it, the 1.5 hours were almost up. I drove back to AMK MRT and confirmed with Mr Tok details for our next lesson.

I never expect myself to say this, but I am really looking forward to my next lesson next Tuesday!

Refresher Course

2008-05-25T15:31:00.004+08:00

"Do you really need to take it? That bad ah?"
"Where will you be taking the course? I'll avoid that area for the time being..."
"I'll teach you!" (um.... this friend is currently based in Australia)

There you go.... some of the comments from my FRIENDS after they learn that I am keen to take up driving again. =P

Anyway, after getting no results from my appeal for private instructor from my FB contacts, I decided to take up the 4-lesson course from SSDC. Each lesson is abt SGD73 (for 120 mins off peak) + registration of $21. Their approach is pretty structured - including expressway driving, parking etc.

After lunch at my MIL's today, I asked Chester to drive me to SSDC. I enquired at the reception on the refresher course and was told that for a course in auto, the next available slot is in July. Gosh, and I thot I was the only one that was not confident enough to go on the roads. For learning in the manual mode, the wait is 2 weeks. By then, I would need to start work.

I previously found this IDrive, which I thot was rather expensive ($50 registration; $40/hr), and it would appear to be the next best alternative. I've completed their online enrolment form and I'll wait for them to arrange. Hopefully the instructor is not some psycho, hot-tempered ah chek.

Wish me luck.

The End to Ants

2008-05-25T14:58:00.003+08:00

I have written about my ants woes in an earlier post. Between then and now, I'd probably swept away thousands of ants, some alive, mostly dead (from the ant poison baits we placed).

After I swept the dead ants out early this morning, I was disgusted to see many more on the kitchen floor an hour later. It's like "where the hell do they come out from and in such mysterious ways that leave no trail?

Just when I was reaching for the broom (again), I noticed some activity near the entrance to the sewage hole on the floor.... there are a handful of ants trying to make their way out to the kitchen floor. THAT'S IT! That should be the nest!

While I was excited that I've found the source of my problem, I wasn't sure what to do. Chester suggested spraying insecticide, so that the ants will not come out from the hole. I did that and the surrounding area, and what I saw next gave me goosebumps.

It looked like a scene from movies like Mummy and the now-showing Indiana Jones 4 - hundreds of ants start spewing between the gaps of my kitchen cabinet. Ok ok, I may have exaggerated, but ants were really coming out from one corner at the base of my kitchen cabinet. It appeared that the fumes were forcing them out, and they came dropping out onto the kitchen floor in masses - splat splat - creating a dead ant heap. Not sure when the massacre will end, I left it alone.

After 10 mins, I returned to clean up the mass/mess. Hopefully this is the last I'll see of them.

Mayenne's 1st (uh... 2nd?) Birthday

2008-05-23T23:21:00.002+08:00

Again I was waiting for Chester to upload all the pictures before I can put up this post.

The party was great. Other than the usual birthday fanfare, I think the highlight of the party was for Mayenne to meet her new friends. Some of them whom she may have already met earlier on, but I guess she's too young to understand then.

Mayenne is certainly not the shy kind - she will reach out to touch her newfound friends, as if to say "Good to meet you!" In one instance, 2-year-old Jonesy (Soo Poh's son) had to leave the party early. So both mummies carried our babies so that they can say goodbye. Soo Poh then asked Jones to give Mayenne a kiss on the cheek (the side without the ant bite), but instead of doing that, he leaned forward so that Mayenne could kiss him!! Haha!

We can never take a perfect picture if the picture has more than 1 kid:
One for the album:

Please go to Chester's blog for more photos.

Damn those antz

2008-05-19T23:22:00.004+08:00

About a couple of months ago, our house was invaded by swarms of ants, of various species. In bid to eradicate them, we placed ant baits at strategic spots in the house.

While we know that it takes some time for the bait to be brought back to the ants' nest such that all ants will be poisoned, today we are still in the unwelcomed company of these six-legged creatures. We observed an interesting phenomenon: instead of staying in their nests, the ants all crawled out from the nest to die. This resulted in me having to sweep away hundreds of corpses every day. I even found a heap (I am not exaggerating) of dead ants, like a mass gravenear my window sill. Sometimes, the ants were not exactly dead but half-groggy, and I have to chase after them.

Worst of all, they attacked Mayenne, even though she sleeps in a high cot. Just the day before her 2nd birthday party, she had at least 7 bite marks on her body, of which one is smack right on her fair rosy cheek. Sigh.

In a fit of anger, I threw away all the baits a couple of days, as I thot it's a self-fulfilling prophecy - the more baits you place, more ants will come, and I believe there are just too many nests to tackle.

Hopefully the situation will improve and my darling Mayenne will not have to suffer anymore.

Two Strikes in a Row ding ding

2008-05-17T22:53:00.004+08:00

Having it back to back is certainly thrilling and joyous! Yippee!!
*wink*

Mayenne's 1st Birthday

2008-05-16T23:04:00.012+08:00

We celebrated Mayenne's 1st Birthday last Sunday (1st birthday as in 1 years old and the order number one - she will have her second party this coming Sunday). Chester did a great writeup on the happenings that day, so I am not going to duplicate that. Please see his blog for more details and photos.

Just want to say a few things here:

Thank you Grandma and Grandpa for organising this party (I just needed to order the cake). Mayenne was clearly happy and at her best and cutest behaviour throughout the party - she din even complain about the endless queue of people wanting to carry the birthday girl, a heavy diaper (Mummy forgot to change her in all the excitement) and a late milk feed (again Mummy was overwhelmed).

The cake was a winner as I have never seen people asking for second servings and 3kg birthday cakes being eaten till it ran out - I had to make sure that I've saved a slice for myself or else there wouldn't be any left! So it is a no brainer for me to order from the cake shop for the 2nd party.

Looking forward to the BIG DAY this coming Sunday!!!

Mothers' Day Gift

2008-05-12T13:37:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I celebrated Mothers' Day for the first time in my life, as a Mummy. I kinda missed it last year, as Mayenne was still in my tummy then.

On Mothers' Day morning, we woke up to a strong waft of the smell of poo, and later found out that Mayenne has poo-pooed and the poo has leaked out from the diaper. As she didn't make any noise after she woke up, she practically created poo art on her bed.

Chester and I quickly organised ourselves: first we washed Mayenne up, then he changed her in another bed while I attended to the war zone. As I didn't have time to wash the bed linen, we deposited them at my Mum's for the maid to help us wash, when Chester went out to buy McDonald's breakfast for me (as a Mothers' Day treat - thanks Hunny).

There is a Chinese belief that poo signifies "cai" or prosperity. All I'm going to say is that I'm Chinese and I'm a believer.

=P

In Transit

2008-05-10T13:02:00.001+08:00

I am currently in between jobs, and loving every minute of it.

I am thankful to my ex-boss who has released me earlier than my 3 months' notice (well I did serve 1.5 months to ensure proper handover). I am also thankful to my future employer who allowed me to take a month's break before I start work at the new place.

Although I'm in transit, I'm certainly not doing any sitting around. I have planned a to-do list, and this is how it looks like (for now):

Organise Mayenne's parties (yes plural - one at my MIL's place and the other at my Mum's). This itself has its own long to-do list (caterer, cake, guest list, decorations etc).
Take a driving refresher course. Chester has been so cynical about my motivation to sign up. I'll prove him wrong (even if it means me taking just one lesson - haha). When that happens, please stay away from AMK.
Go for eyebrow embroidery (to end my suffering of looking like "La Bi Xiao Xin" every morning due to over-zealous drawings to balance out my brows).
Go for a short holiday with Chester (if I can convince him to do so).
Update my blog (here I am!).
Boost the economy by doing my duty during the GSS.
Spend quality time with Mayenne (when I'm not shopping - just kidding!)

I'm sure before I know it, the month is up. Notwithstanding, I will do everything I can to maximise this time as it certainly does not come by that often.

Sometimes .....

2008-04-22T22:28:00.001+08:00

Sometimes we want to look the other way and pretend it's not there, but we end up imagining more.

Sometimes we wish we knew more, but when we really do, we end up hurting more.

Sometimes it's hard to let our voices be heard, but yet there's so much to say.

Sometimes it's hard to keep the faith, but sometimes it's all we've got.

Shichida

2008-04-06T10:44:00.000+08:00

The first time I heard of Shichida was through a friend whose friend's friend's kids attended the course.

"Suchida? Shishida? Shiwha ..?" "Really, the kids can do all that???!!!"

I did some reading on the Net to find out more about this brain development program for young children. The founder Makoto Shichida claimed to have found the way to "activate" and "develop" the right brain, something that we may use less and less as we grow, due to the way we are taught things, which primarily focuses on left brain.

Half curious, half kiasu, I went down to one of their training centres at HDB Hub at Toa Payoh In Dec08 to find out more. Before I know it, I found myself signing on the dotted line and join the waiting list to be enrolled for the next term (fingers crossed).

In Feb08, I called to check as I didn't hear from them. Thinking that I may need to wait for another term, ie 12 weeks, I was very happy and excited to hear that they have a vacancy for Mayenne in a Saturday slot. However, it wasn't my top choice in terms of timing - I preferred the morning so that we can complete the lesson and have the rest of the day for other things. They gave me 4.15pm, which was a blessing in disguise as sometimes, Chester would not be able to send us to class, I would ask my mum (and maid) to go together and the timing is just right as the maid would have finished her chores by then. Lessons will end at 5.30pm and by the time we reach home, it again perfect timing for her dinner.

I rushed down to make payment to secure the day and time slot, as I understand that there is a long waiting list (actually I'm not sure how they manage to squeeze me in so soon - I guess when they see the $$$ sign, they will make room).

I was told there is another vacancy available for Sunday classes at the same timing. I called Joan to contact them and she too got a place, after making payment.

Let's see what they can do for our babies.

Mayenne @ Ten

2008-03-27T23:21:00.010+08:00

I always wonder who created the phrase "Time Flies...", which is definitely overused but oh so true.

Mayenne turned 10 months a couple of days ago.... 10 months already! I couldn't believe it myself. I'm so glad that she has grown in every sense: physically, mentally and emotionally. While we are able to observe some of her developments on weekday evenings and weekends, it is usually PoPo who tells us what new actions Mayenne exhibited and we hope to catch her do the same stunt/trick again. (Sigh.... I wish could spend more time with her).

Physical:
She is proficient in crawling now, and she is also cruising - walking sideways while holding on to the edge of the sofa or her cot for support. More often than not, she will do a "look ma, no hands" stunt and get everyone flying towards to save her from a sore bottom, or worse circumstances.

She can wave goodbye (with her right hand) when prompted or on her own eg when the MRT passes by. Her left hand does a "money-come" action (curling of fingers with palms facing up).

She loves to throw and see her pingpong balls bounce away and chase after them. When the balls rolled below a table or chair, she will go down on all fours and bend down to see where the balls are (who taught her that?!!!).

She can hold her own bottles and sit on a potty and give a good poopoo.

She will raise her arm for you to take off her top, and lift her legs when you are removing her shorts, so that her leg will come out of the leg hole. She would sometimes shake her feet so that the shorts do not hang around her ankles.

Mentally:
She loves to read. Whenever there is book in sight, she will grab it and either open it herself or catch our attention to read to her. When we reach her favourite part of the book, she will lean forward like to take a closer look and she will use her finger to point that page. Really cute. She can also remember the ways the flips in the flipbook uncovers (eg top-down, left-to-right) - she charges to open the flips, and don't you help her; she'll be upset!

Whenever she wants a walk, she will look for GongGong, as my mum couldn't really carry her for long due to her condition. She will look for the maid when she has poopoo-ed (the maid is the one who bathes and cleans her up). She may be in the midst of playing with my mum, but after crapping in her diaper, Mayenne will either crawl or walk to the maid in her walker, and start to pace in front of the maid. Damn funny (can imagine the look on my maid's face).

She sways to music and swings her arms in the air. This is usually also accompanied by butt shaking and bobbing.

Emotionally:
She knows what 'No' means and if she's naughty and continue to do what she's not suppose to do, we will raise our voices a little (so sounded a little more fierce), she will look up and her eyes will start to well up, her nose will turn red and she'll pout her mouth. The whole ensemble on her face is so pitiful, that you really don't have the heart to scold her again. But one thing about Mayenne is that she recovers very fast, and she will be back to doing her own things the next second (usually not after we have given her hugs and kisses).

When we show a stern face for some wrong-doings, she will look at us with her "I'm sorry" look and tries to "suck up" to us by trying to make us laugh again with her silly antics, like blowing bubbles with her saliva, giving the broadest smile she could give, poking you with her finger (I think she is trying to tickle me). It's really hard to keep that stern face.

My mum ie Popo always boasts of how Mayenne can do this, can do that, at this tiny age, which makes me wonder if my brother and I were totally stupid as toddlers, cos my mum never mentioned that we are like that. Either she couldn't remember or becos Mummy and Uncle Cedric are really duds then. Ha.

A True Blessing

2008-02-23T22:09:00.009+08:00

She can crawl, real fast, and chases after her toys.

She waves goodbye, and doesn't have separation anxiety when we leave her with the babysitter, my mum nor Ches' mum.

She started calling "Pah-Pah!" (to the exhilaration of her Daddy - he even recorded it down on video as documentary proof). She also calls out "Mama!" but sometimes can be mixed up with "Moom Moom!" - but I guess to her it means the same thing - Mama always have and gives Moom Moom.

(note: I don't think she understands the meaning of the words yet, but just get a kick shouting them out =)

She can clap her hands and do a "gongxi gongxi" - may be that's why her angpow collections were much higher than Daddy and Mummy combined.

She holds on to the wooden panels of her bed for support to stand. Sometimes, she can get over-zealous and starts to tiptoe, shake her booty, stick one leg in the air or do a "look Ma no hands", which usually ends up with a loud wail - as she would fall over and bump her head against the bed rails.

She understands "NO" - when she touches something she's not suppose to and I say No, she will pause, look at me, but then still try her luck by sticking her hand out and prod the item with one finger - it's hard to keep a straight face when she does that.

She sings along with me to her favourite songs - in her own way by making "Mmm Mmm" sounds.

She is my daughter, Mayenne, at 9 months. A true blessing.

Do I Rep - my new theme song

2008-02-10T22:27:00.000+08:00

Today marks the start of a new period. Good bye freedom. =(

Announcement

2008-01-30T22:33:00.000+08:00

This Milkbar is officially closed.

Matters of the Heart (Part 3)

2008-01-01T22:58:00.008+08:00

The day came. My brother and sis-in-law picked me at 5.25am, and then we swung by to pick my dad. There was no exchanges "good mornings" nor did anyone speak. My heart felt so heavy on our way to the hospital, and I can't imagine how Mum would have been feeling, lying on the hospital bed, getting prepared for the surgery.

At 7am, she was pushed to the operating theatre. I cried so hard when the doors closed and we could not go in any further. I was so afraid that that would be the last time I see Mum. After I manage to have a grip on my emotions, we went to the canteen to have a bite, before proceeding to the waiting room, to wait for my mum to finish her surgery.

Dr Tan Ee Teing, the surgeon, advised that the surgery will take about 5 hours. We were the first at the waiting room, but soon it was filled with others who has family or friends going to surgery as well.

I was quite calm, until I saw Dr Tan walked past the waiting room. My mind went wild - what was he doing out here when my mum is suppose to be in surgery? Did something go wrong and he is looking for her family members to inform them? Is he late for the surgery? I dashed out of the waiting room, and saw my dad, who was outside the room, talking to Dr Tan. I heaved out a sigh of relief when I heard that he was running late for the surgery due to overruns in doing his rounds at the ward. So we went back into the waiting room, to wait.

Minutes passed, hours passed. We were all waiting for some news, any news on Mum's development in surgery. It was already passed the supposed 5 hours surgery time, and I was worried sick.

Then, at about 1.45pm, Dr Tan walked pass the waiting room again, already changed and was leaving. Dad and Bro were dozing off as they were so tired, so they did not take note of Dr Tan. Again, I dashed out of the waiting room to catch up with Dr Tan to ask him about Mum. I was then joined by Dad and Bro, and to our greatest relief, Dr Tan said the surgery was a success. But this is not without a scare: Dr Tan told us that towards the end of the operation, my mum's blood pressure suddenly plunged and the surgery team quickly tried to stabilise her condition. Fortunately, her BP returned to normal levels.

It took about 15 minutes before they pushed her into the ICU ward and we were asked to go and see her. To reduce the risk of infection, we can only watch her through a glass panel. Although the worst may be over, her road to recovery will be a long one. Looking at her with all kinds of tubes going into her body, to either put medication into her, or to extract waste tissues in her body post surgery. Her face was as white as sheet.

We took turns to go into the ICU ward to see her, and when she finally woke up, I felt tears rolling down my face. She's gonna be ok.

But we can tell she was in a lot of pain, and the morphine doesn't seem to be enough. She couldn't talk as she has the respiratory tube down her throat to help her breathe, but she kept shaking her head, frowning and tearing. But there was little that we can do.

On the next day, she looked much better - there was tones of redness underneath her skin, sign of good blood circulation. They also remove the breathing tube which according to her was where she was experiencing the most pain. She started to take porridge, but due to the side effects of anesthetic drugs, she kept throwing up. Even when her stomach was empty, she kept puking gastric juices, and the spasms were hurting her chest wounds. All we could do was to assure her that this would be over soon.

Mum was recovering well, and on the 2nd day post surgery, she was transferred to the high dependency ward to recuperate. She was very encouraged to find herself recovering well, but on the 4th day post surgery, the world collapsed again.

Mum was trying to change her position on the bed slightly as her back was feeling hot, so she used her left hand to hold on to the bed rail to adjust herself. Perhaps due to the exertion of strength or just a case of bad luck, Mum suddenly lost all sensation in that arm. Doctors and stroke specialists were called in to evaluate the situation. They quickly arranged to send her for a CT scan to access the severity of the stroke and where the clog may be.

We were relieved to hear that the scan results didn't show any hemorrhage or clogs in her brain. So what caused the stroke? The doctors did another scan in her neck, which yielded no negative reports too. Being a medical matter, it's sometimes hard to say what caused certain events.

Mum then blamed herself for pulling herself up, not knowing that it may have such dire circumstances. She told us that if she knew this is going to happen, she would not have opted for the operation. I then felt extreme guilt and regret as I encouraged her to go through the operation. But when I manage to clear my mind and think it through, it is the only way as without the operation, her life is in danger. If it is any consolation, the paralysis is only in her left arm, and the rest of her body still has full function. Well, at least for now.

Everyday, the occupational therapist will help my mum with simple exercises such as walking and finger movements. They have also made a special cast to hold her hand in a position such that the tendons and nerves don't shrink due to in activity in her affected arm. After a couple of days, Mum said she started to be able to feel some pain in her hand and could wriggle her pinky finger. I was so happy I cried. All the medication she's been taking and exercises she's been doing were aiding in the recovery.

Meanwhile, my brother and I were discussing what happens after she's discharged. We certainly cannot bring her home as the domestic helper has not arrived yet and it would be too much for Dad to take care of her. She also can't stay with us as we all had to work. We found out from our cousin that she knew someone who has gone through heart bypass, and admitted herself in the AMK Community Hospital after discharging from the mainstream hospital to recuperate. There they operated like a hospital, with nurses, therapists and doctors to monitor their recovery. Because of these benefits, the waiting list for admission can be relatively long as patients tend to stay for a while until they are well enough to go home.

Nonetheless, we requested to be considered for admission and requested for doctor's recommendation. A few days later, we were informed that my mum has been accepted as there were some patients who have discharged and there was a bed space available for her. We were so relieved to hear that and glad that she will receive good and specialised care which will help in her recuperation.

Her stay lasted 3 weeks at the AMK Hospital. Mum's bed was the furthest from the ward's main door, which gave more privacy and was less noisy. Mum actually said that the stay didn't feel that long as she had people to talk to in the ward, and the frequent exercises, meals, visitations helped time to pass faster. By the time of discharge, her arm has regained almost 70% of her strength and mobility. Doctors were confident of a full recovery, with home exercises and discipline (ie no carrying of heavy objects).

On 25 Nov 2008, Mum left the hospital for good and we were all very happy to bring her home. When she stepped into her house for the first time in more than 5 weeks, I could see her relief and gratefulness on her face. On the same day, we also went to pick up our maid Sunarti and introduced her to the family.

Everything is going to be fine now.

Thank you God , for the successful surgery, the caring doctors and medical staff who attended to my mum, to my in-laws and for all the people who has extended their help in one way or the other, for giving us strength to see through this period, for the good babysitter we found in the very short notice ....... for everything.

It's a Small Small World

2007-12-13T18:58:00.000+08:00

I feel that the world is indeed getting smaller.

I have a colleague whom we got acquainted when her department was sitting on the same floor as my department. After her department moved to another floor, we still bump into each other once in a while, and we continue to exchange our hellos and chat up a bit.

Then she found me on Facebook. I was browsing through her list of friends and I noticed that we have many common friends. The best part is she even knows both my sisters-in-law (they don't know each other). Come to think of it, she's probably the only person in Singapore who knows both my sisters-in-law, ie Chester's sis and my brother's wife, before I even know them!

The search continues.....

Matters of the Heart (Part 2)

2007-12-08T19:38:00.000+08:00

Doctors told us that given Mum's condition, she's actually lucky to have been sent to the hospital in time. Nonetheless, we were given 2 options: (1) to do a heart bypass, or (2) take blood thinning medication and hope for the best. Mum gleefully opted for the 2nd and her mind was set on going home.

But we all know that there is actually no choice - she may have an attack again and may not be that lucky the next time. I guess she's in denial of the situation and was afraid to take the chance for a better quality of life after a bypass when mortality could be the end result of the op.

Then she continued to experience chest pains and was given a series of medication to help her cope better. The doctors were very concerned and transferred her to the High Dependency ward for closer monitoring. I believe it was then she realised the severity of the situation and finally agreed to the surgery, but not after the angiogram specialist took the time to explain her condition to her and persuade her to do the surgery.

She was trying to keep her spirits up, but many times, usually when we talk about Mayenne, her eyes would well up.

The surgery date was originally scheduled on 1Nov07, which was at least 1.5 weeks from the time she had her angiogram. That seemed like a long wait, but we didn't have a choice as the operating theatres are fully booked. We were concerned that Mum will worry and think of things that will make her more sad while waiting for her turn for the operation.

She was still experiencing angina, and was getting more and more breathless and weaker by the day. We could literally see life draining from her, and the doctors were very concerned about her condition. Her surgeon then decided to request for an emergency operation by taking over a slot for a non-emergency operation, and the date was 26Oct.

...... to be continued

Happy 6th Anniversary!

2007-11-27T22:25:00.000+08:00

To my dearest, cutest hubby Chester:

It has been six years since we walked down the aisle, and I recently asked you if it feels like 6 years to you. You quickly said no, and added "It feels like 10!"

Your sense of humour is something that I'm still learning to appreciate :P. Other than that, I count my blessings everyday for you .....

...... for being my pillar of strength during tough times, especially the recent phase that we went through with my mum

...... for showering Mayenne and I your unconditional love

...... for working so hard to provide us with necessities and luxuries

...... most importantly, for making that decision 6 years ago so that we have all the reasons to celebrate our love and share our lives together today.

I Love You Darling!

xoxoxo

Matters of the Heart - Part 1

2007-11-26T22:37:00.000+08:00

It has been more than a month since my last blog. It is not that I have nothing to update; on the contrary, that's so much to say that I don't even know where and how to start.

I've titled this blog "Matters of the Heart", cos it's really all about that.

My mum, with the exception of a persistent high blood pressure and being mildly diabetic, has always seemed fit. When she was taking care of Mayenne over the last few months, she did complain of some tightness in her chest, but she brushed it off, citing old age and lack of exercise. Nonetheless, the tightness apparently developed into breathlessness and pain, but she didn't tell anyone.

On the Saturday of 20 October 2007, she went to a sinseh for a quick rub for her aching wrist. On her way home, she experienced symptoms of angina (pain in chest, nausea, cold sweat etc). But she didn't see a doctor immediately and went home to rest instead. But the pain got worse, and I only found out that she was unwell when I called her to chat with her.

Her being home alone, I was worried that she may collapse anytime, so I called my brother Cedric to go over to Mum's place to take a look as I was also home alone with Mayenne. When my brother arrived, he was very worried with what he saw - a very pale face, very shallow breaths, and she couldn't even stand without support. He rushed her to SGH A&E (actually she saw a doctor at TTH prior to this attack, which makes blood boil even thinking about it - I will talk more about this in another post).

The doctors and nurses at SGH promptly ushered her to do all the appropriate tests, to determine if she has a heart failure. While the preliminary results revealed that there are no enzymes in her blood, ie her heart is still ok, doctors were concerned about the irregularities in her heartbeats, reflected in her ECG. They recommended for her to go for an angiogram, to see if there are any blockages to her arteries.

All this while, I was at home with Mayenne as I couldn't really bring Mayenne to the hospital and it was logistically challenging as Chester took the car out for work. I could only rely on my brother to update me on my mum's progress, which was not very much.

She was then scheduled for the angiogram within the next 2 days. We didn't think too much about it, cos my dad went through the exact same procedure a couple of years back, and went on to do an angioplasty to open up the blockage he had in one of his arteries.

Now that the sole care giver of my baby was indisposed, I have to take leave to take care of Mayenne myself. Fortunately I still have a couple of days of my annual leave left, so it wasn't such a big issue. The problem I had was that I need to be at the hospital to accompany my mum, but I couldn't bring Mayenne with me (hospitals are no place for infants this young).

Then my MIL offered to take a few days of urgent leave to help me take care of Mayenne. I am very grateful for her kind gesture as I know she wasn't accustomed to taking care of infants (it's been a long time since her kids were babies), but yet she was willing to try and help me out.

On the day of the angiogram, after I sent Mayenne over to my MIL's place, I took a cab and headed to SGH. On my way there, I received an SMS from my brother. It read:

"Not so good news. Angiogram shows all her main arteries are seriously blocked. Cannot do angioplasty. She needs a heart bypass."

I cried in the cab.

(to be continued .............. )

More photos of Lil' M

2007-10-19T21:27:00.000+08:00

Mayenne Loves to Read

2007-10-16T22:04:00.000+08:00

Hope she takes to the piano soon ...... =)

Baby Car Seat

2007-10-13T21:57:00.001+08:00

If anyone out there is looking for a car seat, I recommend Bridex's Safe-N-Sound Range, and model "Premier". It is one of the few car seats which you can use from birth (rear facing; turn it around to face front when baby is 9 months) till the kid needs a booster seat. The fabric is plush, paddings are ample, and the base of the seat is smooth and rounded such that it will not damage your leather car seats.

We bought the car seat from Baby Hypermart at Ubi on the same weekend we collected our car.
We asked the sales person to install it in the car for us so that we can also learn the steps to fix and remove the seat.

I held my breath when I placed Mayenne in the seat, almost expecting her to wail and try to squirm her way out immediately.

But no..... she looked extremely comfortable and all set for the ride home. In fact, she fell asleep as soon as we left Ubi.

One word of caution though, the seat is so comfortable that I had trouble getting her out of it, and she will have an entire episode of wailing and crying back at home, taking us at least half an hour to calm her down.

In the Genes

2007-10-12T22:02:00.000+08:00

When I was pregnant, many people tell me about things that babies can take after their parents, and even from the extended family: facial features, skin colour, allergies, etc.

When Mayenne was almost 4 months old, we noticed that she was displaying signs of the LTWY Syndrome, which runs in the blood of the Tan family (the symptoms are more pronounced in some than others).

We manage to catch one of the moments when it happened to Mayenne. See pictures below:

Mayenne was fussing a little, so we let her watch some TV

Mayenne slipped comfortably into Daddy's arms and watched intently

Hmmm......

Going......

Going......

Gone...... to Dreamland

By the way, LTWY stands for "Let the TV Watch You" Syndrome. Cure: Unknown. =)

Go Nuts over Donuts

2007-09-28T21:44:00.000+08:00

These are the all-famous donuts from Krispy Kreme.

Yummy!!

These donuts are absolutely delicious and they are not too sweet, and you will not stop until you've finished the last one, and still dun feel jelat.

To the dear friend (you know who you are ;) who brought them back specially for us from Jakarta .............. THANK YOU!!!

22nd September 2007

2007-09-22T22:29:00.000+08:00

Yes, I turn 34 today.

I must say my 34th year on planet earth was about the most exciting and memorable one - same time last year I found out I was pregnant, I gave birth to my precious Mayenne and we bought our very first car.

As I had to attend my company's D&D last night, Mum has kindly stayed over for one more night. When I reached home, I found a box on my bed, and it was a gift from my darling hubby. It was the new P1i from Sony Ericsson, the phone that I really fancy. (Thanks Hunny!)

This morning when I went over to see Mayenne after I woke up, Mum and Chester were cheering her while as she did her flip exercise. This time, she managed to push herself up and support her body at almost 90 degree angle, something which she has been struggling to do for the longest time. That really made my day.

We didn't make plans to celebrate the day as I wanted to rest at home after a long night last night. It may be seem a little quiet to spend the anniversary of the day you were born like that, but spending it with your loved ones is more than anything you can asked for.

Happy Birthday, Angie.

Our New Baby

2007-09-20T21:09:00.000+08:00

Join us in welcoming the newest member to our family:

Chevy Tan

Over the last few days, I have been checking on Chester on his excitement level on the arrival of our new car. Didn't get much pulse.

May be to him, the car is just a transport equipment, so there's really nothing to get too excited about. But for me, it is a milestone in our lives, just like having Mayenne. It will change our lives (for the better I hope).

At the advice of Chester's uncle, we arranged to pick up the car after 11am as it would be a "good" time to do so. Dex, the Chevy guy was really nice and he offered to send the car to Tuff-Kote to do the PPS first thing in the morning, so that we can save some time as it takes about 3 hours to do the treatment.

My father-in-law and Uncle Lee drove us to Alpine Motors at Sin Ming (their workshop is located there as well) and we reached there at about 11.30am. But the car was nowhere to be seen, and Dex called to tell us that they are putting the finishing touches to it. So instead of waiting at Alpine, we drove out to Tuff-Kote (which is just a few meters away from Alpine) to just take a look. True enough they were almost done and we all then headed back to Alpine with our new car.

Then we went to ThermalGuard at Macpherson to do up the solar film. Left the car with them and went for lunch. Within the hour, the process was completed, and we went for a spin and ended up at Autobacs at Bukit Timah to buy some car stuff, like chamois and leather wipes.

I was overwhelmed and amazed by the number and type of car products, ranging from decorative (flashing dice??) to maintenance (oils, sprays, paste, scrubs) to technical (meters, exhaust pipes for znging). Subsequently we returned to AMK and went to AMK Hub to buy some groceries and dinner.

It's been a long, but fulfilling day. And I've gotta stop peering at our car each time I pass our kitchen window (which is facing the carpark) ......

Celebrating Po Po's Birthday

2007-09-18T22:33:00.000+08:00

We celebrated my mum's birthday last Sunday, together with my brother Cedric and sis-in-law Karynn. This would also be our first outing together.

Ced came to pick us at about 10.45am (our car is not ready yet) and we then headed for my mum's place which is just a 3-min drive away from where I stay. As Mayenne has not visited grandma's place before, we brought Mayenne upstairs to jor-jor (hang around). I guess she was overwhelmed about being at a new place, she bawled and was inconsolable. However, when my mum offered her an angpow, she was calmly took it and stopped crying. Bravo.

I'm getting there.... closer....

heh heh heh..... got it
(but must still pretend to sulk)

We then made our way to Kam Boat at Marina Square for some dim sum. Mayenne was fussing a bit when we were settling down at the table, but soon fell fast asleep, giving us some peace to enjoy our food.

After a short nap and feeling refreshed, Mayenne was all energetic and ecstatic. May be she's just thrilled on her first shopping day; may be she's just glad she's out of the house. Here are some happy moments she shared with Grandma.

Here's one for the album.

I was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable and clean the nursery room was at Marina Square. The changing table was padded and there was ample space to manoveur within the room. One thing that could be improved would be to make the door to the room swing outwards, as I was nearly hit by the door when someone barged in, thinking it was a toilet (and of course, no apology was offered).

It's been a long while since we (I mean I) shopped, so we walked quite a bit, venturing between Marina Square and Suntec. Mayenne was rather cooperative, drifting in and out of sleep in her stroller as we pushed her along. It was only towards the end of the day when she got cranky and was refusing her milk though she didn't drink much the whole afternoon.

All in all, I enjoyed myself on Sunday, but was pooped at the end of it. And this is with my mum's help. With more practice (after getting our own car), I guess I should be able to manage without my mum, and could start going to more adventurous places, such as parks, beaches etc.

Meanwhile, I'm just going to stick to air-conditioned places with nursery rooms.

Mayenne's New Tongue Exercise

2007-09-15T21:15:00.000+08:00

Step 1: Lie on a comfortable surface

Step 2: Do warm up exercises by sticking tongue out just a bit

Step 3: After warming up, swing tongue to the right

Step 4: Then to the left

Step 5: for the more experienced, you can stretch the tongue further

Be careful not to overdo as you may experience cramps

If that happens, just repeat from Step 1 to Step 4

In 4 weeks, you should have firmer and chubbier cheeks!

More photos of Mayenne

2007-09-13T22:35:00.000+08:00

Mummy, where's the milk?

Are you looking at me?

The Donald Duck Look

Do I look like a boy or what?

Mayenne with Uncle Cedric and Aunty Karynn

Call

2007-09-12T22:21:00.000+08:00

Office phone rings.

Me: Hello?
(silence)
Me: Hello? Hello?
(still silence)

So I hung up.

Phone rings again.
Me: Good afternoon.
Caller: Good afternoon, may I speak with Angie please?

(Caller was a guy, sounded familiar)

Me: Yes, this is she. Who's this calling?
Caller: It's me.
Me: I'm sorry, who?
Caller: It's me, it's me lah.

(Caller now sounded really familiar)

Me: You who?
Caller: Chester.

2nd week back at work and I can't recognise my hubby's voice. Sigh.

Is That Your Final Answer?

2007-09-09T16:13:00.001+08:00

Decisions.

We make them everyday, big or small, fast or delayed, important or trivial.

I may be rather quick in making decisions at work (actually, we don't have the luxury of having too much time to think, given the nature of my job), but when it comes to deciding things for myself, I tend to procrastinate, as I'm afraid that it may be a decision I'll regret making.

Take the buying of our car for instance. First of all, deciding on buying a car already took us a while - worked out the math, on its frequency of use, practicality etc. Then, the car itself. Being not very informed on the car world nor savvy in car language, having to choose a car out of so many brands and models almost gave me a nervous breakdown.

We finally decided on the Chevy Optra Magnum, and I was convinced (well, at least while we were at the Chevy showroom) that we've got a great deal for it and it's the best possible buy. So I happily shared my joy with a couple of friends (non-Chevy owners), whom I found to be less than enthusiastic about Chevy, citing less-than-favourable reviews. Then I start to wonder if Chevy was the right choice (brain started throbbing).

Ches told me that he had a colleague who also owns a Chevy, and his feedback has been very positive. I guess nothing beats the words from the horse's mouth. So I've again convinced myself our choice is right (throbbing eased slightly).

"What colour?" was the next question. It may seem simple enough, but Chester and I had many rounds of discussion, trying to convince each other what is the best colour. Ches was more inclined on practicality, ie ease of maintenance, ie not black. I support his case, but the rest of the Chevy colours are not nice, except black (you can't go wrong with black), and he agrees with me.

After weighing the pros and cons, we ultimately decided black for our first car, so that we will not be living each day wondering how it is like to own one, and experience the pains of maintaining one, so that our next car will not be black :).

When Ches paid the balance and signed off the alteration form today, to amend the colour from silver to black (we initially chose black as Ches was not keen on black then), he asked me if I was sure, I reluctantly nodded but my head was spinning again.

May be the Paint Protection System that we plan to do for the car is not as good as I thought, or may be I will not have the time to even do a water-wash on the car as I'll be busy with Mayenne. May be silver is better so that the chrome linings are not so obvious .......

Decisions.

I survived ..... barely

2007-09-07T11:19:00.000+08:00

Whilst I've braced myself to return to work after 3.5 months, nothing could ever prepare me for what I had to face.

Expired (and forgotten) passwords hindered my ability to start work on my first day, a couple of thousands emails choked my inbox, tons of work still outstanding. Nonetheless, I am extremely appreciative to Rena, Pearlwyn, Jane and Ben for covering me during my absence. I am also grateful to come back to an understanding new boss who is very supportive of my new role (as mummy) and has been helping me with some of my work.

After Friday, I've got to switch to my Mummy Mode to take care of all Mayenne's needs (cos Mondays to Fridays are taken care of by my mum), which includes the night feeds and baths.

Ok, so I survived my first week, but it will take a lot of getting used to, now with all the new responsibilities at home. No more waking up to late mornings on weekends or going for an impromptu massage or shopping trip downtown. Meeting up with friends will also need days of planning. Demands from work will increase: clear outstanding matters, keep up to date of customers' new requirements, events that the bank/department host etc.

But I think I'll be alright, with the support of my hubby and my family.

Urg... Urg....Urg...

2007-09-06T19:49:00.000+08:00

No, wrong again, this is not sound from an X-rated film, it's the sound that my breastpump makes :)

At the very beginning, I attempted to BF Mayenne direct. However, due to her jaundice condition and she appeared to be dehydrated, the PD suggested that I pump so that we can ascertain how much Mayenne drank.

So we bottle-fed her for a couple of weeks, and in between tried to latch her on for some feeds so that she will not reject direct BF and I can keep my supply going. However, Mayenne dozed off very quickly when being BFed, and she certainly has not drank enough. So we made a decision for feed her from the bottle, giving EBM, and formula as supplement.

I'm glad that despite the few direct BF sessions, I manage to have a decent supply of BM, only supplementing one feed a day with formula.

I plan to give Mayenne EBM for as long as I can, and this period may be shorter than I think as I am not able to pump as frequently as before (when I'm at home) now that I'm back at work. At best, I will pump before I leave for work, during lunchtime and when I return home (at about 8pm). As such, I noticed that my boobs are less full and EBM collected has dwindled. I also foresee the situation getting worse when I have to attend customer visits or business lunch/dinners, and the intervals between pumps may stretch even longer.

It also doesn't help that the Bank doesn't have meeting rooms with curtains, so what some nursing mums can do is to lock themselves inside the equipment rooms (where photocopies, fax machines are housed) in their office during lunchtime. But my division is a very busy one, and by locking myself up in the equipment room will deprive people from using the machines and hinder someone's work.

As such, I had no choice but to pump in the toilet. I chose the cleanest toilets in the building on the 19th floor but I still feel very uncomfortable and that it's rather unhygienic. But I really have no choice as there are no nursing rooms around Raffles Place area.

I guess I just have to bear with the inconvenience and less-than-ideal place to pump, just so that Mayenne can have BM. Hopefully all this effort will help make her a healthier and happier baby.

C(hevy) O(ptra) E(ntitlement) Day

2007-09-05T20:13:00.000+08:00

Chester reminded me yesterday that the 1st COE bid for September closes today, and we are keeping our fingers crossed that we'll get it in the first attempt.

He was closely monitoring the COE prices. By lunch time, it already hit $15k. One hour later, $16k. Chester then contacted the Chevy guy to ask him at what level are they going in, but they advised that the COE prices were much higher than what they were prepared to bid. So at 3.53pm, Chester smsed me, saying that we will not get it and have to wait for the next bid.

Though it was a little disappointing, but I didn't really think too much about it as ours was a COE-guaranteed deal (within 6 bids).

Then, at 4.22pm, I received another SMS from Chester, informing me that we were successful! Apparently the Chevy people upped their bids during the very last few minutes of the COE bidding exercise, and they managed to secure it for us. Final COE price for Cat A was $17,999, which was $9,881 higher than last month's exceptionally low price of $8,118.

Yippee!

Mayenne & Daddy

2007-09-04T21:57:00.000+08:00

In one of our conversations on parenting, my MIL was relating how little my FIL participated in the initial stages of Chester's babyhood. According to her, he hardly carried the baby, what more change a diaper or bathed him.

I guess back in those days, men are viewed as sole-bread winners (point to note though is that my MIL also works) and child bearing and rearing are left to the women.

How times have changed and am I glad it did. Here are some stolen moments I caught of the father and daughter, spending some quality time together.

Missing Baby

2007-09-03T22:03:00.000+08:00

No, this is not an appeal for a disappearance; it's how I feel when I returned to work today.

Mayenne woke up at 7 plus in the morning, a little earlier than usual, as though she knew Mummy was going back to work and wanted to see me before I leave home. May be I'm imagining things, but I swear the look in her eyes was different -- there seemed to be a longing and plea to stay, and it doesn't help when she held on to my fingers so tightly, not willing to let go. I left home with some tears in my eyes, and I was hoping Chester didn't notice.

Then, in the office, I realised I have not downloaded any Mayenne's photos into my handphone (because it doesn't have a camera). Tried assessing Chester's and my blogs, but my company's firewall blocked all access. Then, I panicked as I felt I've forgotten how she looks like. As soon as I stepped back into our house, I rushed to her and hugged her.

It's tough to be away from someone you've grown to love, and the love is multiplying exponentially. It's tough to suddenly not see someone whom you've spent all your time with for more than 3 months. It's tough not to be able to be there to see what are the new things Mayenne has learnt and ever ready to show off.

This may all sound drama, but I believe all mothers will understand how I feel.

Day 105 - It's Finally Over

2007-09-02T15:53:00.000+08:00

On the last day of my maternity leave and before going back into the real world tomorrow, I've taken count of some of the memorable events that happened to me during these 3.5 months, in a poem (or at least something like a poem):

Gave birth to the most beautiful thing and joined motherhood
Realized the stinkiest thing on earth is baby's poo
Bathed with strange herbal water and ate heaty food that can give one nosebleeds
Had to contend with confinement ladies one, two and three
Our house failed the stress testing - sewage pipe choked, water pipe leaked
But the mess was nothing compared to Mayenne puking on bed her entire feed
My fridge died and resurrected
My aircon turned into a heater, unsuspected
My big boss, immediate boss and CSO resigned on me
Plus many other colleagues who joined the bank after me
Witnessed someone commit suicide opposite my block
Witnessed someone parking in the path of someone else's car, and TP was called
Relentlessly worked as Mayenne's milkbar
And we finally bought a car, the newest Chevy Optra
While my life will never be the same
I dare say, I don't mind going through all this again!

Knowing how busy I can be after returning to work, I hope to find time to update my blog as often as I can - it's something I've grown to love to do and it would probably be a good outlet for me, from all the work pressures and stress.

Weighty Issues

2007-08-31T23:01:00.001+08:00

When I was expecting Mayenne, I gained 15kg by full term. I patted myself on the shoulder as I expected myself to put on even more, cos I have known people to put on 20+ kgs, and I sure look like I'm capable of it.

Mayenne was a relatively small baby (weighed in 2.59kg when she's born), so no prize for guessing where all the extra pounds went. Nonetheless, within the first month after delivery, I lost 9kg, which I attributed the loss to the missing amniotic fluid, placenta and loss of some f.a.t.

But my joy was short-lived, cos in months 2 & 3, it was as though time stood still or my weighing scale got stuck, cos it stayed at the level I weighed myself at end of Month 1. Tried a few other weighing scales eg at Mayenne's PD's clinic and my facial/spa saloon. Conclusion: there's nothing wrong with my scale at home.

Ok, ok, I didn't cut my carbos and exercise as much as I should, but breastfeeding is suppose to suck the calories out of me!!

In denial, I went on with my life and stayed away from the weighing scales for about 1 1/2 weeks. It was until today that I tried wearing a pair of pants which was a little tight the last time round, and it felt loose. I scrambled to the scales and stepped on it - it's minus 2kgs from what I registered previously. Yippee!

Must be all the fat-burning workouts that came with my intensive shopping expeditions over the last 2 weeks, in view that I'll be going back to work soon. If retail therapy really works, instead of throwing $$$ into a slimming centre, I would rather shop like crazy, lose the weight, and use the money to reward myself.

The hard part is to convince my hubby to sponsor this form of therapy. :)

It's a Small Small World

2007-08-30T11:57:00.000+08:00

After buying the Aprica stroller, we decided to sell our Maclaren Techno XT. So I made a posting on a popular forum for mothers who WTB and WTS baby items.

A couple of days went by but there were no interested parties. Thinking that the response will be slow, I didn't check the thread for a while, then out of the blue, someone indicated interest and told me to PM her more details, which I did.

One of my girlfriends, who visits Chester's blog on and off, read that we are selling our Maclaren, and MSNed me yesterday, wondering why or if we have any negative feedbacks, cos she intends to get one for her son. She also told me that she found a good deal to buy an almost brand new XT on the net.

Then it occurred to me that the person who enquired about the stroller could be her, cos the way she described the XT on sale sounded like the way I posted it. After cross-checking our userids, we realised that it was the both of us trying to bargain with each other, and we collapsed laughing.

Thread closed, deal done.

Responsibilities

2007-08-29T18:40:00.000+08:00

There were recently a couple of newspaper articles reporting how parents queued up way before the actual date for Phase 3 of the Primary One registration, only to find out that there are no more vacancies as the MOE website did not update the number of seats left.

My heart goes out to these parents, who pinned their hopes on getting the last few positions in the school of their choice, only to be disappointed.

I had lunch with a dear friend (who shall remain anonymous) this afternoon, he remarked in jest how his parents did not plan well for him (compared to his brother), as he attended neighbourhood schools which became defunct. So he was lamenting that when his kids are due for Primary One, he will have no alma matar privileges and have to compete with the rest of the non-affiliated members of the public.

Looking at this example, I was very concerned, to think that the planning for our grandkids' future starts now, with what I plan for my daughter. Besides education, the values we instill in her will affect what she'll become and how she'll raise her own kids.

The responsibility is immense.

But I'm sure all parents will do their utmost to give their own children their best, AND hope for the best. I'll be no different.

Mayenne's New Hairdo

2007-08-28T11:09:00.000+08:00

(well, it's actually my mum behind her)

We Did It!!

2007-08-26T22:35:00.000+08:00

Today marks yet another milestone in our lives - we have placed an order for a new car!!

Since last year, my friends have been bugging me to buy a new car, citing it's a first time buyer market (new cars were relatively cheap and we don't have the burden of disposing an existing car), provides convenience for the family etc. While I was keen to consider, Chester didn't share my excitement as he felt that it was premature to get a car then as we won't know how the baby will change our routines and way of life, and getting a car is a big decision, cos it may be cheap to buy a car, but there are expenses that we need to contend with.

Months rolled by and COEs rolled higher. The thought of getting a car faded into the background, tossed right to the back of my head, as my EDD drew near.

After Mayenne was born, I re-opened the discussion with Chester on the topic of getting a car. Chester was still hesitant and his parent were also initially against the idea, and offered to let us drive their car on weekends if we need to. But I explained to Ches that we (both his parents and us) would be bound by each other's schedules and activities, ie if we need to use the car, his parents will be forced to make alternative arrangements or even decide to stay home, just because the car is with us. The thought of depriving his parents from the use of their own car didn't sit well with me.

Besides, having our own car would greatly facilitate Ches in his photography jobs. Mayenne would also have the quality of life that both Ches and I previously were fortunate enough to enjoy - both our parents have cars when we were very young.

We finally concluded that we should get a car, but there's another problem - which car to get?

After a few weekends of car hunting and test driving, Chester was inclined to get the Nissan Latio, as it was the car that carries the most "gadgets" eg keyless ignition, ioniser aircon etc, made in Japan, was one of the more fuel efficient car with a spacious interior, and most importantly within our budget. He also got good reviews from a friend who bought a Latio late last year.

But I HATED the design of the car. Given that there aren't many choices around, I tried to convince myself that it isn't that boxy after the bodykit is installed, and it is a good car for that price. So I gave in and agreed to getting the Latio, only if Ches gets it in black.

Then COE plummeted by half last week, and we were grateful that we have not made a booking yet. Feeling good about the lower COE (which market says was primarily due to technical problems with the bidding system), we were all set to go to Tan Chong to place the order today.

But like God's calling, we came across Chevrolet's advertisement for their 2008 new Optra Magnum in Saturday's papers and the price were slashed by more than $5k in view of the lower COE, and this reduction was way more than Tan Chong's adjustment for the Latio.

We went to Alpine Motors to check out the car, and was offered a deal that was hard to resist - a 1.6L continental car for only $55,588, with guaranteed COE, free reverse sensors, free upgrade to leather seats and sports rims and free solar film. Best of all, the car looks great, well, at least much better than Latio.

After weeks of car searching, we decided on a car we saw for less than 1 hour. Such are ironies of life.

Really looking forward to the day when we collect the keys to the car. The next thing for me to do is take up driving refresher course...... :P

Mums & Babes

2007-08-25T22:24:00.000+08:00

There have been a lot of arguments (friendly ones) as to who Mayenne resembles more, Chester or me. While trying to find evidence to support my case, I found some of my own baby photos and came across this one that my Dad took of my Mum and me in front of my paternal gramma's old house at Highland Street many many years ago. If you look closely enough, the date on the photo says Dec 1973, which means I was 3 months old then, about the same age as Mayenne now.

Feeling nostalgic, I took a photo in a similar pose with Mayenne too.

Me and Mum

Me and Mayenne

Here are some photos of Chester and me when we were tiny. What's the verdict, does Mayenne look more like Ches or me?

Baby Chester

Baby Angie

Baby Mayenne!

Happy 3rd Month, Mayenne!

2007-08-24T11:07:00.000+08:00

Mayenne turns 3-month old today!

Here's looking at you!

But her mum had to "celebrate" this day by arranging for her to take not one, not two but 3 (!!!) vaccinations. Honestly, it was unintentional as the PD said that the jabs have to be administered when Mayenne is around 3 months, and it so happened that the appointment (booked a month ago) fell on her birthdate (24th).

As before, Mayenne cried only momentarily when the doctor injected her. Either she's a very brave girl, or she has inherited my thick-skin gene. For the videoclip of Mayenne's ordeal with the needle, check out Chester's blog at blog.chester.sg (Yes Sir! Yes Sir! 3 months full).

To make it up to her (or so I claim), I bought her a new Aprica stroller to replace the harsh-looking, totally uncomfortable, and unbelievably heavy Maclaren, and we used the Aprica today for the PD's visit. Mayenne seemed to have enjoyed her cushy ride and Mommie couldn't be more relieved that I don't need to lug that Maclaren piece of artillery equipment anymore.

Check out my new ride!
(I'm happier than I look, really)

Many people say that Mayenne looks more like a boy than a girl. So Mommie tries her very best to make sure that people don't mistaken her for one, like by getting her a red stroller, wearing pink clothes etc.

Today, as we were getting out of the lift at Gleneagles Medical Centre, Mayenne, sitting quietly in her red stroller wearing pink t-shirt and pants, caught the eye of a lady in the same lift as us, and she exclaimed, "What a good looking boy!" I replied, "Thanks, but she's actually a girl!" I think she got out of the lift at the next level.

After the PD's appointment, we bumped into my primary school music/choir teacher, Mrs Chin. It was actually my mum who pointed out her to me (my mum knows all my primary school teachers and vice versa - that's another long story for another time). Mrs Chin was the person who taught me how to sing, and placed music into my life. I remember her as a very dedicated teacher who relentlessly made sure that we believe in the songs we sing, and that we sing with our hearts. She still looked great after all these years (what, it must have been at least 20 years).

Anyway, back to Mayenne, I asked Mrs Chin if she thinks my baby was a boy or gal. She took a long hard look and confidently said "BOY".

I'm just short of making Mayenne wear a top that shouts "I'm Not a Boy!" and a wig.

Help!!

Her First Laughter

2007-08-23T22:37:00.000+08:00

I was in my room getting ready to go for a test drive with Chester and my FIL this morning, when my mum shouted, "Come Quick!"

Half-dressed, I rushed to Mayenne's room, only to find Mum playing with Mayenne's hands (like teaching her to clap), and Mayenne let out loud chuckles and giggles. I quickly grabbed my videocam to capture it. Her laughter was so contagious that both Mum and I couldn't stop laughing ourselves.

The simple joys in life.

But I'm also saddened by the fact that I will not be always around Mayenne to witness all her firsts, after I start work in 2 weeks' time. Gotta teach Mum how to use the videocam.

Asher and Joan

2007-08-19T16:46:00.000+08:00

Happy First Month, Asher!

This afternoon we attended Asher's party at Joan's place, which was specially arranged for friends and colleagues. This is Part Deux of their celebrations (they held the family party last Sunday).

While pregnant, I have envisioned the day that we take a nice picture together with our babies .... Dream came true!

Mayenne & Me; Asher & Joan

Though this is the first time Mayenne and Asher meet face-to-face, but I'm sure they are already acquainted in their own telepathic ways when their mummies got together for their regular MJ sessions before they were born. :)

I'm really glad and thankful to have Joan as a preggo-buddy as we have shared endless information/tips/stories on anything and everything on pregnancy and childbirth, from tracking down the best discounts on baby/maternity products to sharing tried-and-tested methodologies vs attempt-at-your-own-risk old housewives' ways.

In many ways, we are very similar in the baby department: we have been trying for a while (and finally success!), we attended the same ante-natal lessons at TMC, both delivered at Gleneagles, both babies passed meconium while inside mummy's tummy, resulting in Emergency LSCS. Talk about camaraderie.

Hopefully our kids can be good friends too, as an extension of their mummies' friendship. Some even suggested that Joan and I may become in-laws, which would mean more MJ sessions!!

TGIF ..... Not

2007-08-18T13:28:00.001+08:00

I used to long for the weekends as soon as Monday comes around.

Due to the crazy workload at the office before I went on maternity leave in May, it has been super long hours and late nights, so the weekends provided me with some form of relief, recharge and recovery of sanity.

However, that is not the case after Mayenne was born, cos Mum comes by on weekdays to help take care of Mayenne, and I have to do everything myself on my own on weekends, as Mum returns home on Friday nites to get some well-deserved rest and to catch up with her friends.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy looking after Mayenne: giving her her favourite bath, feeding her (gives me great satisfaction to see her empty the bottle - cos she hasn't been drinking much lately), etc. But at the end of each day, I'm exhausted, probably due to the interrupted sleep for nite feeds too.

But I believe in time, the whole routine will sink in and move like clockwork, and I'll do just fine.

Chester has been really sweet, trying to help out despite his busy project schedules. Well, it's great that he wants to be actively involved in taking care of Mayenne. But I think due to the infrequent contact (becos of work), Mayenne doesn't take to him as well. Though Chester has faced difficulties in soothing her when she's agitated or coaxing her to drink/sleep, what warms my heart is that he keeps trying and trying.

One of my girlfriends (who has a 6 month-old baby boy) told me that the only interaction that her husband has with their son, is to say hi to the baby when he returns from work, as he feel rather stupid talking more to "something" that doesn't respond, and he proceeds to play his computer games. This is such a sad thing as babies will only learn and be close to daddy and mummy through frequent interaction through talks, readings and physical contact.

While Chester has not mastered handling the baby, he has shown his love for Mayenne through the wonderful pictures he has taken and archived for us to reminisce in the future. He is also persistent in his efforts to learn to take care of Mayenne, which is something I'm so proud of.

Ches, you're the best dad Mayenne can have. We love you!

Mummy Dearest

2007-08-17T13:36:00.000+08:00

Today marks the end of my maternity leave of 3 months. But I've applied for another 2 weeks' leave from my annual leave so that I can spend more time with Mayenne.

These 3 months, which I initially thought will be painfully long before I delivered Mayenne in May, whizzed past me in a blink of an eye.

The 1st month of confinement was a little crazy; trying to adapt to motherhood, endless feeds and diaper changes, brushes with the confinement lady..... time flew, and before I knew it, we were celebrating Mayenne's first month.

2nd and 3rd months were more manageable and enjoyable, as Mayenne's feeding and sleeping patterns are more defined and she started interacting with us. It was also largely attributed to my mum coming over everyday on weekdays (sometimes she stays overnight), to help take care of Mayenne.

Whilst I feel really bad that she needs to wake up middle of the night to feed Mayenne, and that I insisted that I do it instead, she said she would prefer to use this time as training ground as she will be taking care of Mayenne when I return to work.

My mum quit her job in May in anticipation of the birth of her first grandchild and she has offered to take care of her. To me, this is such a big sacrifice, though some people think it's no big deal as grandparents look after their grandchildren all the time.

She has been a housewife all her life, until I entered Uni and my brother got enlisted into the army. She was finally getting to have a life of her own, making new friends and engaging in various social activities like line dancing and karaoking, but she gave up all these for Mayenne and me. I was really touched by her actions.

That being said, the older folks have their own thoughts and ways of doing things, which I may not see eye to eye. Given my fairly short fuse, sometimes I'll snap at Mum for things she didn't do right, eg left steriliser cover tilted (so sterilisation was not done properly), wore Mayenne's clothes backwards front etc.

I hate myself for raising my voice at her, and I've been trying to stop doing so. I tell myself to be more understanding as Mum is no longer young, and it is inevitable that she may be a little careless and forgetful.

Besides, she has been doing all the marketing, cooking and washing of Mayenne's clothes (by hand). What more can I ask for......

I ask myself: Would I be able do the same for Mayenne in the future? What if the person taking care of Mayenne was someone else eg my MIL, and she makes the same mistakes - would I yell at her?

I do not say this often enough - I love you, Mum, and THANK YOU.

Inaugural

2007-08-16T22:39:00.000+08:00

Finally. My very own blog.

My hubby Chester (love you hunny!) has been bugging me to create my own blog for the longest time. Not sure what has been holding me back, perhaps I've been very busy with work, or may be I didn't subscribe to the idea of sharing your personal thoughts with the world.

Well, not until I had a life-changing event: I became the mother to a baby girl, Mayenne.

I have devoted all my time to taking care and looking after Mayenne during my maternity leave, and I'm enjoying every moment of it. When I asked my mum what I was like when I was around Mayenne's age (she's 11 weeks now), she couldn't quite recall, except that I eat and sleep a lot.

Then it struck me.... I don't want to forget all the special moments that I've shared with Mayenne and Chester.

I enjoy reading Chester's blog (blog.chester.sg), which captures his thoughts on things happening in his life, especially his interactions with Mayenne. I will read and re-read his posts, trying to relive the moments and feel his emotions.

I want to be able to do the same for myself, to capture Mayenne's first encounter with solid food, her tantrums when she's teething, how she got up and took her first step.

So here I am. My first post.

I think I'll bawl like a baby when Mayenne utters her first "Mummy".

Watch this space.

~~ JOIE DE VIVRE ~~

7-Month Itch

Her First ABC Recital

The Official PoPo Day

Bilingual

Bonding

A Day in the East

"M" for More Magical Moments

The Alphabets

Who's Your Mommie?

Question and Answer

Mayenne's 2nd CNY

The "Death-Defying, Traffic Stopping" Stare

3G

Milestones

Power Talk

Photos - Mayenne's, of course!

Memory & Melody

Do you understand?

The Day I Found Happiness

The Hole-iest Question

GPS - Good Position for Sleeping

No talk, all action

From CRT to LCD

Hokkaido

Mummy-fied!

Winning in Weaning

Bikes and Skirts

Cold Turkey - Day V

Cold Turkey - Day Three (Day of heartaches)

Cold Turkey - Day One

Pine Gardens - I'll be back for more!

Roseola - ola - ola

Lost in Translation

Mayenne

Good Intentions

What Time Is It?

Good Mum, Bad Mum

Life and How to Survive It

Is Silence really Golden?

Mayenne Played a Little Tune

Shhhhoooo Shhhickkkk

Love Conquers All

Happy Birthday Gramps!

Once our Baby, Always our Baby

From Crawling to Walking

Washing My Blues Away

New Beginnings

Mayenne - Monet

Mayenne's 1st Haircut

Refreshing!

Refresher Course

The End to Ants

Mayenne's 1st (uh... 2nd?) Birthday

Damn those antz

Two Strikes in a Row *ding ding*

Mayenne's 1st Birthday

Mothers' Day Gift

In Transit

Sometimes .....

Shichida

Mayenne @ Ten

A True Blessing

Do I Rep - my new theme song

Announcement

Matters of the Heart (Part 3)

It's a Small Small World

Matters of the Heart (Part 2)

Happy 6th Anniversary!

Matters of the Heart - Part 1

More photos of Lil' M

Mayenne Loves to Read

Baby Car Seat

In the Genes

Go Nuts over Donuts

22nd September 2007

Our New Baby

Celebrating Po Po's Birthday

Mayenne's New Tongue Exercise

More photos of Mayenne

JOIE DE VIVRE

Two Strikes in a Row ding ding