See how William has grown

You are my sunshine...

With my sister who insist on carrying me everyday

Happy.

And this is my favourite past time... chewing on my fingers, yummy!

Happy again...

I can't resist the camera... ok... here's another great smile.

On my daddy's strong shoulders (and I like to dirty it too with my burp)

Mummy, where does Santa Claus stay?

In the car yesterday, Victoria asked me. Mummy next time we all wear the Santa Claus hat, and the shirt, and the pants. Then I say, OK, don't forget the sack too, with lotsa presents inside to give to good little children (with the intention to motivate her to be good). Then she asked me, Mummy where does Santa Claus stay?

Aiyoo. Tough question. I was hoping that she didn't ask me that. Do I tell her the truth? Or do I tell her a little white lie and break it to her when she's older, or let her find it out herself then blame Mummy for being a liar?

So I answered, "Santa Claus stay in the North Pole. That's very very far away, and you have to take many aeroplanes there." Wow, many aeroplanes, ahh... she said.

Then she told me she wanna see Santa. And why issit that Santa only comes out during Christmas. Then out of guilt, I told her the truth la. Actually, there are many Santa Claus. Anybody can wear a Santa Claus suit, put on a beard and carry a sack of presents and be Santa Claus.

There! Mummy would never lie to the kids... : )

Me very tired...

Yesterday was a full day. I was out almost the whole day. In the morning, to pick Victoria up from kindy as usual. Then in the afternoon, to the hospital. Then dinner at 1Utama and also to collect my ring at De Gem. Btw, everytime we walk into a jewellery shop, we bring Victoria along to show her all the pretty little glittering stuff!

I wanted to do my pedicure at Sothy's but they were fully booked, thanks to me for not making a booking prior to that. Hmpk, next day then. After dinner, we rewarded her with gelato ice cream just as she's asked for before dinner. She picked her own flavour, the one with lotsa chocolate chips! After all the running around, she was extremely tired in the car.

Just after we left the carpark, she asked me if I can sit behind with her. I said no, because the car is moving. Then she said, "Find a parking. Then sit with me". Smart. But no lar, we were all tired and we just wanna go home and prepare for bed.

Shortly after, she told me, "Me very tired, i dun wanna brush teeth tonite." I said, we see how. Just make sure you wash your feet and hands, and go shishi (coz trust me, it's no fun having to change bedsheets in the middle of the night). Not long after, she said, "Me go and sleep first. Daddy later you carry me and put me on mummy's bed." : )

Yes, my little girl still wants to sleep with me. Sometimes she asked me, why you don't wanna sleep with me, Mummy? Aiyooo. How to explain? I say, it's not that I don't wanna sleep with you, it's because you're a big girl now, and you need more space, and also because when I sleep on your bed, I get backache. I thought of all sorts of reasons but deep down, I told myself, "You're such an idiot, Irene... why not just let her sleep with you?"

So OK. I give in. I can't resist her, and smelling her just before I sleep... that gives a wonderful feeling.

So when Daddy carried her tired body up, I washed her legs at the sink, and dried her legs on my bathing towel... for the record!

We all slept soundly. Even baby William.

A great weekend with loved ones... and lotsa outings!

Last weekend, Popo and Gong gong, together with little cousin sister Grace aka Ling (who is 10 months old) came to PJ for a visit. Victoria has been looking forward to this the whole week eversince we told her. She's asked permission from me to sleep with her grandparents which I agreed to provided she did make an effort to sleep and not "lau gai".

On Saturday, Victoria waited anxiously and kept looking out the garden if Gong gong's car arrived. Finally, they did... at 1230pm, and we had homecooked lunch. In the evening, we went to IKEA, Victoria's old time favourite hangout and had dinner and her favourite Daim Cake at the IKEA cafeteria.

After the shopping, we were queuing to buy some curry puffs, and she was holding my hand. She looked up at me, and asked if she could have some ice cream. It was 10pm, and normally I'd said no, but how can I resist her now since she asked so politely. OK, I said. She wanted chocolate ice cream. I took a look at the ice cream machine behind the cashier and noticed there was only 1 flavour. Then I asked her, if there is no chocolate, will she settle for vanilla instead? She said OK.

So I taught her how to ask the Cashier aunty for her chocolate ice cream. When it was our turn, Victoria asked the Cashier politely as she was taught, albeit with small confidence. "Aunty, do you have chocolate ice cream?" The cashier was solemned face. No. "Then can I have err... vanilla ice..." before Victoria can finished, the cashier turned around to prepare her ice cream in a cone. Hmpk, so much for customer friendliness! But to little Victoria, she doesn't care if the cashier was rude or polite, she just wanted her ice cream!

On the way back, Victoria entertained us all in the car with songs she learnt in school and a malay song from the maid. Even the maid was shocked she grasped on so fast. The song goes like this,

"Cicak cicak di dinding,
Diam diam merayau,
Datang seekor nyamuk,
Hap! Lalu ditangkap."

After a few songs, she fell asleep exhausted.

On Sunday, I brought everyone to 1Utama, also to meet up with my friends. When entering the mall, we as usual asked Victoria to pray for a parking. Sometimes she'd obliged and sometimes she doesn't have the mood. Sometimes she'd pray for a naughty parking (opposite of good parking) but that day, she prayed for a parking and soon after we found one. She said, thank you God, and then said, "God say You're Welcome"... : )

A visit to the paed.... and physiotherapist!

We noticed for a little while now that William's neck is always tilted to the right side, and last weekend an Aunt paid a visit and after I casually mentioned my observation to her, she insisted that I bring my son to the therapist. I believed she meant well with her persistent coaxing but I sure didn't appreciate the nasty remarks about the consequences if I didn't.

Anyway, Hubby took time off and we brought him to the paed yesterday afternoon for an opinion. I amde an appointment at 3pm, but we only arrived 345pm, just in time to catch the doctor before he leaves for an emergency. Dr Eric gave us a referral to the hospital's therapist although he didn't think it was a major problem.

While waiting for the bill, William made friends with the nurses at the reception area. The nurses carried him, and played with him, and even teased Victoria jie jie (who went along to encourage little brother) that they will bring her baby brother home. Of course Victoria at her age, didn't find it funny.

William had his first therapy yesterday. He was awake and calm throughout the whole hospital visit, and did not cry. The therapy session was short, and the therapist Fizi was gentle with him. There was no pain, just mild discomfort with the position. I was taught how to handle him and exercise his neck at home, so looks like I have daily homework now till our next visit on Tuesday.

Hopefully his neck heals. This morning I put him in one of the recommended positions and he was very patient. Phew... thank God for no wailing baby so far!

Pause

Can we pause time? How I wish I can. At least just for a moment. As I lie on the bed resting this morning, I think as usual... of the errands that needs to be done, decide on the menu for tonite, wondering if Hubby will be home early or late (that's not a hint, and I am TOTALLY understanding that he has tonnes of work to do), and inevitably my thoughts turn to my two kids... and I think back on how much they've grown and changed (as I most often do).

I love the way they are now. Yet, I wish I can turn back the clock and relived those wonderful old times, for example... when Victoria was 1.5yrs old, and learning to call me. She started by calling both Hubby and I "Te Te" with a different intonation to each. And then how she awed us on a Saturday afternoon at Popo Gong Gong's home with her "first" walk from the livingroom to the kitchen. Our jaws almost dropped!

And then I think of my little sleeping baby. From a newborn, to 3 months old now, and his healthy weight gain (because I breastfeed him lar), and his cheerful nature.

Again, I thank God. I am blessed.

I can see the rainbow...

This is Victoria's new song, which she learnt in school. She sang it to me last nite as we were on the bed, getting ready to sleep.

Red and orange,
Yellow and green,
Blue and purple too,

I can see the rainbow,
See the rainbow...
See the rainbow too.

Her voice and childlike tune to this melody is simply perfect. I told her this is my favourite song, and I love it and when mummy is sad, she can sing it for me, I will definitely smile.