tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92053347349707179742024-03-07T17:04:20.016+08:00New Mum On The BlockSmall notes to share with you on the current love of my life, amongst othersmilkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-78778306282790105762009-12-09T23:05:00.007+08:002009-12-09T23:47:38.837+08:00Ashley Turns One<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">09 December 2009. Wednesday</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I seriously think that my blog's gone to Neverland. I've left blog world for so long, if they ever had a rule on dormant blog sites, mine would have vanished into thin air !</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="justify"><br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">In my hiatus from blogsphere, both the kiddos have taken over our space and lives. Aiden turned 3 in June and Ashley's now 13 months old. How time flies. Hats off to mummies who have to work and get home to cook dinner, put the kids to sleep and then log on to blog. I seriously need time management here. By the time both kids are in la-la land, I too would have joined them, if not any earlier.</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="justify"><br /></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Last month, we celebrated Ashley's first birthday with family and close friends. Of course, the party would not be complete if we did not have red eggs (especially for 1st birthdays...) and loads of food. So I took the easy way out > catering from a reliable nyonya restaurant at Damansara Perdana. No mess & easy peasy. MIL insisted on making her curry kapitan even though we could have catered, but I was not one who was going to complain.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And of course, any parent who has organized parties for children would tell you their woes in creating goodie bags that caters to children of various ages and gender unbiased. I know I know..... you might think why would you have goodie bags for guests attending your baby's 1 year old??? Well, it's like this.... when your baby has an older sibling, and when your baby can't fend for him/herself, the older sibling will automatically claim that it's his/her party and therefore entitled to invite his friends. So our poor Ashley had to settle for her older brother singing the birthday song to himself, blowing her candle and cutting her cake (claiming that she's too small to hold a plastic knife - 'it's dangerous ah').</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">All in all, a good party. Oh by the way, most of Ashley's presents have been claimed (confiscated) by the tai-kor-tai.....</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstOVb0H4qqzyHr1RSH_Z9oo7kE_ESk-tQGHjnUwA5u-cfuXGBkLtwusEjFEYKroMczCHgK5O-2r2gK6WjtrI2PKpLij0kiElXUWHHTWmBR9bqmAI6GzSxOZbErPHqGZxhraAMjt_lFuWt/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256530191098850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstOVb0H4qqzyHr1RSH_Z9oo7kE_ESk-tQGHjnUwA5u-cfuXGBkLtwusEjFEYKroMczCHgK5O-2r2gK6WjtrI2PKpLij0kiElXUWHHTWmBR9bqmAI6GzSxOZbErPHqGZxhraAMjt_lFuWt/s400/IMG_1995.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Ashley in her dress ready for her party<br /></span></em><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguzRZznQw-Z6CNpUhFFU3sKvO3OdIE1RATWeKcAI7-xdpfsm4wNutmxYsqEUaxq6YAexZUWaXvEqrngDMK-mF3yRTDWjKo_cvjVqI7CvbHop5-FniI7MpTegudci1cRiDLNQneZ2oIvSy/s1600-h/IMG_2015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257207078029074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguzRZznQw-Z6CNpUhFFU3sKvO3OdIE1RATWeKcAI7-xdpfsm4wNutmxYsqEUaxq6YAexZUWaXvEqrngDMK-mF3yRTDWjKo_cvjVqI7CvbHop5-FniI7MpTegudci1cRiDLNQneZ2oIvSy/s400/IMG_2015.JPG" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yummy fruit jelly cake we ordered for her birthday. (Costs us a bomb!)</span></em></span></span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1e00Y1I_N5lvqNK4nJA178rqJnWP5eyQNHzZwvIoGyNY3BsarOYNCs7sMqs6_Na-aBzRA9ufvb926oUoqrCjCqsfU-GCq5Afi2A_raONNniCK_A5GXPMllNKLRqeB-K3_voUfRCCiwS8b/s1600-h/_MG_2042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256174279763122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1e00Y1I_N5lvqNK4nJA178rqJnWP5eyQNHzZwvIoGyNY3BsarOYNCs7sMqs6_Na-aBzRA9ufvb926oUoqrCjCqsfU-GCq5Afi2A_raONNniCK_A5GXPMllNKLRqeB-K3_voUfRCCiwS8b/s320/_MG_2042.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">The 'morning after' ....opening pressies from uncles, aunties and friends.</span></em></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-47408199748326564722009-02-13T16:19:00.005+08:002009-02-15T15:13:44.364+08:00Ashley is 3 months<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">13 February 2009, Friday</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's a quick update of Ashley, she turned 3 months last Sunday:</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Weight : 6.3kg</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Length : 56cm</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Diet : 4oz Breastmilk every 3 hours during the day</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">She can now sleep through most of the night, waking up only once for a feed. She smiles and coos at everyone that plays or talks to her. She hates being by herself and usually calls out for attention if left in the cot for too long. Ashley loves sucking on her fingers, especially her left thumb (just like her older brother).</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Being a girlie girl, she still needs her beauty sleep so she actually sleep alot for a 3 month old; waking up in the day only for feedings and playing for at most half hour before wanting to go back to sleep again. At first I was a bit apprehensive as she may not want to sleep at night, however she seems to have no problem sleeping at night.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's a photo of Ashley taken a couple of weeks ago. Look how fat she's grown! Time sure flies and I'm trying to enjoy babyhood as much as I can - as I may most probably stop at 2!</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvtPEfxbT02X7WPV02P7N3sqCE9RkSJalyBgVdlUbZMyoUune2AnXK11YpDR0iZRC4BwsbZ_8PrEcsDap9c06inq_4VxUbV2nkIYomUzKiU2nhyphenhyphenTNthMRVGLXhzMbpxNd7CHvTUPznktB/s1600-h/ashley2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302918317132650002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvtPEfxbT02X7WPV02P7N3sqCE9RkSJalyBgVdlUbZMyoUune2AnXK11YpDR0iZRC4BwsbZ_8PrEcsDap9c06inq_4VxUbV2nkIYomUzKiU2nhyphenhyphenTNthMRVGLXhzMbpxNd7CHvTUPznktB/s400/ashley2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Ashley wearing what-used-to-be Aiden's pyjamas</span></em></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-48321739492406101432009-02-08T19:21:00.006+08:002009-02-09T14:43:23.330+08:00The Arrival of Ashley Chan<span style="font-family:verdana;">08 Feb 2009, Sunday<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My hubby comments last night : " What happened to your blog? It's been idle for the past 4 months. As usual, must be a passing phase for you...."</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">No, it's not. It's just that I've been enjoying (err...ok, most days enjoy but some days I really want to climb walls) our little arrival. I've not blogged about her at all - not that I dont want to. However, I wanted to spend those precious 3 months with her as much as I can, before getting back to the grind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Boy oh boy, I knew that it was going to be difficult with 2 children under age 3, but no one prepared me for the tired days and long nights. If I was not tending to aka breast feeding the small one, I'd be spending my time with Aiden. This left little time for me to rest, let alone shower or eat.... The most challenging time was between the second to eight week. Ashley was latching on the me every 1.5-2 hours and just when I had her schedule fugured out, she began to have colic for the next 3 weeks or so. Phew....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, it certainly is getting much better now, and our baby Ashley is also sleeping through the night. We lurve her to bits and really is the apple of our eyes. And the clothes....I know everyone's advice about buying too much, but those dresses, skirts, hairbands.....arrrgh! I cant help it!! I'm consolling myself that since this is our second baby, we're not spending on the big ticket items such as bottles, sterilizers, baby cot and other essentials.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I've just gotten back to work last week, so once Ive got my work sorted out, I'll be back with more updates on Ashley and of course Aiden. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Leaving you with Ashley (photo taken Day 20). This beautiful photo was taken by Jasmine & Sue who did a photoshoot of Ashley in December. I'll certainly blog more about this in the next couple of weeks. Thanks Jazz & Sue for leaving us with beautiful pictures of Ashley that we'll cherish for years to come!!! </span><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMgvtCTmw0o00ba-tf76WSTMe63xn8g3GGWuY3sBh_aOXUd6kauoXSsQHKAV7gdxg45f1RyVnauohSMbPKXEJwoQEyTjeAJMTmmHUPLKGVgL3huTgO6Ln0e4-oYL0Z01i0MSl_6QgdBcd/s1600-h/DSC_9905_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300679173503744802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMgvtCTmw0o00ba-tf76WSTMe63xn8g3GGWuY3sBh_aOXUd6kauoXSsQHKAV7gdxg45f1RyVnauohSMbPKXEJwoQEyTjeAJMTmmHUPLKGVgL3huTgO6Ln0e4-oYL0Z01i0MSl_6QgdBcd/s400/DSC_9905_1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Name: Ashley Chan Xinmei</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">DOB: 08 Nov 2008</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Weight: 3.01kg</span><br /></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-87852185659068176302008-09-22T10:58:00.011+08:002008-09-22T11:39:36.139+08:00Short Takes<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">22 September 2008, Monday</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Mid Autumn Festival</strong><br /><br />It was a quiet affair with my family. We went for a quick dinner in the vicinity of our neighborhood. It was also raining for most of the evening, so we were really confined to our car porch compared to last year where some of the children in our neighborhood gathered in my neighbor's house to celebrate the event.<br /><br />This year, my parents bought Aiden a battery operated latern (Mickey Mouse in an Aeroplane) with flashing lights and music – 'It's a Small World After All'. Of course with no volume control for this made in china product, the song really gets to you after awhile!</span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6GYCVNJ9BArT1pkSJD08Tr_5zVZ4ET_Dgv5ucREjXXc_wB0UmETmYr_UUcTx7INdvwXvf8jK3nUUujYncygqpWuSOh3Fl5hc8xgsbZQ6q5Vw6-ug1q94FmOJxmcp_Ytd1udtsXKkOMwK/s1600-h/MAF04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248680141059711122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6GYCVNJ9BArT1pkSJD08Tr_5zVZ4ET_Dgv5ucREjXXc_wB0UmETmYr_UUcTx7INdvwXvf8jK3nUUujYncygqpWuSOh3Fl5hc8xgsbZQ6q5Vw6-ug1q94FmOJxmcp_Ytd1udtsXKkOMwK/s400/MAF04.jpg" width="270" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> what's left of our mooncake, by the end of the evening. Note : candles are from my wedding!</span></em></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBklZizlLXBfVs3t_OQal1V3XZoRrAgmZUfQJy3ycW8-bIoIZ3rCeihl_983pQIg6FjrbJXwMinoZ5Dq65EW2xoChEnEOmX91pkKYzzMFfPuQ0gPcEdfrQuFuQ342pS1sKPOHYomHILDN/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248675732375614658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBklZizlLXBfVs3t_OQal1V3XZoRrAgmZUfQJy3ycW8-bIoIZ3rCeihl_983pQIg6FjrbJXwMinoZ5Dq65EW2xoChEnEOmX91pkKYzzMFfPuQ0gPcEdfrQuFuQ342pS1sKPOHYomHILDN/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Aiden's lanterns from previous years...</span></em></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1p6f8_nqXBZprPLRu1EA1jzW_vc2Iq99odXG_YiDezfI-UFphbp5z717brtwVaDiT3HtczuTdiMyb5FOOcTfXQRfBdO3SwkAE1DMD07SIdlfINCXwM022chwJdmcHL1yZnhx_wfSsCeX/s1600-h/MAF03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248675362120514706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1p6f8_nqXBZprPLRu1EA1jzW_vc2Iq99odXG_YiDezfI-UFphbp5z717brtwVaDiT3HtczuTdiMyb5FOOcTfXQRfBdO3SwkAE1DMD07SIdlfINCXwM022chwJdmcHL1yZnhx_wfSsCeX/s400/MAF03.jpg" width="268" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Having a good time with the grandparents...</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQh4k0i_-pZ2UwVi7xCmuaawJR8tn5WHZj97QVP8EHtZgPLsvO0AkjOJjs0RtNb-CnxRZR_SH6TVPZFX-oA1hxgXCaZZtdBJJGPueBbqg1OLCrXlKW3i_nqVDcaAgut8k9-koI6WJr5xFp/s1600-h/MAF02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248675253227622578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQh4k0i_-pZ2UwVi7xCmuaawJR8tn5WHZj97QVP8EHtZgPLsvO0AkjOJjs0RtNb-CnxRZR_SH6TVPZFX-oA1hxgXCaZZtdBJJGPueBbqg1OLCrXlKW3i_nqVDcaAgut8k9-koI6WJr5xFp/s400/MAF02.jpg" width="307" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Hmm... can my Mickey Mouse move on it's own?</span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo39hXRwkKGMCRsMjt6kth-Bhckj-dvZ_Gc2kR8zxTXVyvdqtyzoxxWOZUcShfZMuHeaXOvee-Pv7j_tWsKtkQQgZ5QdeVq01p9kdsScibuEYpMdq3vRsJgfZQ9smF6rkQKpgP0GctE4ZS/s1600-h/MAF01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248675012755750690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo39hXRwkKGMCRsMjt6kth-Bhckj-dvZ_Gc2kR8zxTXVyvdqtyzoxxWOZUcShfZMuHeaXOvee-Pv7j_tWsKtkQQgZ5QdeVq01p9kdsScibuEYpMdq3vRsJgfZQ9smF6rkQKpgP0GctE4ZS/s400/MAF01.jpg" width="355" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Dont Bug Me...</span></em><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /><br /><strong>The Garden Helper</strong><br /><br />Aiden is a real helper around the house these days. He insist on helping me carry this and that around the house and proves his independence and capability by wanting to do most of the things himself, much to our amusement.<br /><br />One of them is being our little garden helper. He loves to water the garden and insists on having his own watering can. He also forbids us to water the pots that he is attending to, and makes us stand far far away…</div><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXwww8qlSD7SSyD_EjdG6Z4xXfhJ1uWbeZPgSJFMh6ynhbl5flMAP8_FG4Mo2JlI54061Jkxs7vTNonUBicfIsOkixMc_H0KSqrh4xz5LmQOxmGX4AYOkWd4ZWeDdj6OHDk0giiVpRqPy/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248683002398747122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXwww8qlSD7SSyD_EjdG6Z4xXfhJ1uWbeZPgSJFMh6ynhbl5flMAP8_FG4Mo2JlI54061Jkxs7vTNonUBicfIsOkixMc_H0KSqrh4xz5LmQOxmGX4AYOkWd4ZWeDdj6OHDk0giiVpRqPy/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Posing for a picture</span></em></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyDoWUMfL3gGkmmib2dwHMWMQFmxar1k5o6kNa6geXvJx6GlDkJRztiHfDPuoCZ1BdhTq38YtY6Bu6BYnVPGjcUX98ndautJmqT2tL5gKtA_d6liIl2zpBsFDa-XJwodv7yFvX-aWKFPs4/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248682716792087906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyDoWUMfL3gGkmmib2dwHMWMQFmxar1k5o6kNa6geXvJx6GlDkJRztiHfDPuoCZ1BdhTq38YtY6Bu6BYnVPGjcUX98ndautJmqT2tL5gKtA_d6liIl2zpBsFDa-XJwodv7yFvX-aWKFPs4/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Enuf water ! My candle wax will die !!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXtsYVxQn7WYVLCW8z3xDHmAfaQS23Iw1PlzQNBuMUbI7LeuGelXnyda-S60WTN7bzyR_gRiGvmzBD1ORQYGhbFmxXdXXagQC99eQH69EmSe4LbMR2QoGp8ylJMCoJI6LcCA6Nz3os9fK/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248681632177599186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXtsYVxQn7WYVLCW8z3xDHmAfaQS23Iw1PlzQNBuMUbI7LeuGelXnyda-S60WTN7bzyR_gRiGvmzBD1ORQYGhbFmxXdXXagQC99eQH69EmSe4LbMR2QoGp8ylJMCoJI6LcCA6Nz3os9fK/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Let's water this patch now...</span></em></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-39857854644742115662008-08-28T14:43:00.009+08:002008-08-28T17:43:00.149+08:00Falling In Love...<div align="left">28 August 2008, Thursday</div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"> ......with Pangkor Laut.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubyjY-4cpwZJmhQL3Ey9rGCKK2w0mq62yUCVxibHb-ChRhR3AHTdvb32-K82AkY12or5-d3MCEpoP67IYU0UVfelBcZfAVfgft-NIdHhbkbN0xwqHuT7_pQ3RTzZpAuOdZxRZKGMnN8YN/s1600-h/P1000354.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239457440630642242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubyjY-4cpwZJmhQL3Ey9rGCKK2w0mq62yUCVxibHb-ChRhR3AHTdvb32-K82AkY12or5-d3MCEpoP67IYU0UVfelBcZfAVfgft-NIdHhbkbN0xwqHuT7_pQ3RTzZpAuOdZxRZKGMnN8YN/s320/P1000354.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">at the entrance/jetty</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fGnVTClDP7hgjILFJAxSF33qFWUXcDnfMhqI1fxf3ql3vfXP8ShZLTPi5NSzKzLZjWM7Vr49nzZMWaNlUEfGduFdRDV2F9XuyGelGw1LnmHYbJhEMbw1Pg6ymfi65_pmDKg4PHzBM6K7/s1600-h/P1000318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239458644291848802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fGnVTClDP7hgjILFJAxSF33qFWUXcDnfMhqI1fxf3ql3vfXP8ShZLTPi5NSzKzLZjWM7Vr49nzZMWaNlUEfGduFdRDV2F9XuyGelGw1LnmHYbJhEMbw1Pg6ymfi65_pmDKg4PHzBM6K7/s320/P1000318.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">at the Spa Village</span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmsKEubhQYAq9aR4vjH8jgSGVVUuvsELwJyMTizes9_Qf7r0r68J5qDqNpXxhDLyqgzs8yCTmbYkawcPbsiU4qrilVmYFNTxzyRqJXxywWIW9W4YR35uEulgJ8Eub2QOsqeiDx4uqdBrB/s1600-h/P1000355.JPG"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239465763161035218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmsKEubhQYAq9aR4vjH8jgSGVVUuvsELwJyMTizes9_Qf7r0r68J5qDqNpXxhDLyqgzs8yCTmbYkawcPbsiU4qrilVmYFNTxzyRqJXxywWIW9W4YR35uEulgJ8Eub2QOsqeiDx4uqdBrB/s320/P1000355.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Sea Villas</span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJu6ZUcKgzO5EPr_RwYu1QpaaF-KPcclVm57bF8-qYYvMwh7RDkAR7HdozspaVXuUZWPLsc8qeCcZ_Pz-7hNB-M8jvLGrHC5-jDH_zDEQMrM2oGP-0ZfSt6HcUj7u1lzr7XAtwV9Ob44y/s1600-h/P1000361.JPG"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239465770355703682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJu6ZUcKgzO5EPr_RwYu1QpaaF-KPcclVm57bF8-qYYvMwh7RDkAR7HdozspaVXuUZWPLsc8qeCcZ_Pz-7hNB-M8jvLGrHC5-jDH_zDEQMrM2oGP-0ZfSt6HcUj7u1lzr7XAtwV9Ob44y/s320/P1000361.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">path leading to our Beach Villa</span></em></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqmmhWW5j8GTF3kmd1Qw_mXNgbQiSnN_qwvQCfx1B2XuP8EPz33yi9bUyScoKVzyHXrfnHWrMj_LsNmBPF6E7J_qgvUYl1DILTbFGVPTcnxy6u37RpD-ZF1qjAewucXwvjDxwUh3I5c2_/s1600-h/P1000362.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239500878256137474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxqmmhWW5j8GTF3kmd1Qw_mXNgbQiSnN_qwvQCfx1B2XuP8EPz33yi9bUyScoKVzyHXrfnHWrMj_LsNmBPF6E7J_qgvUYl1DILTbFGVPTcnxy6u37RpD-ZF1qjAewucXwvjDxwUh3I5c2_/s320/P1000362.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">picture perfect</span></span></em></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40P7dnyHbvZRL2fO6e_FfDQoXodM_S8PJdWKK6XzVAIZygjSxl4mXu-ryB6TXys-kIaNNkeptRO48kbvvisPUpmEihjW1pHrofhhKk_oGTPyfFlZOXH1-nMgMyAgLxu7cnKWJZN3Nsapl/s1600-h/P1000363.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0FAcVjR3SRy25R80rf9vlpMG_ewV4zBdVSiwlM_05pT_Q9FSmESOteNbU1UFHPvlXvvPN4vFxpTAIQ1bMvRDAKHhAPiXtC9xZOzpJdU4nCLPCkww8hQcTCiVpD4t-NGICecproQzSbjh/s1600-h/P1000368.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239500893585187682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0FAcVjR3SRy25R80rf9vlpMG_ewV4zBdVSiwlM_05pT_Q9FSmESOteNbU1UFHPvlXvvPN4vFxpTAIQ1bMvRDAKHhAPiXtC9xZOzpJdU4nCLPCkww8hQcTCiVpD4t-NGICecproQzSbjh/s320/P1000368.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Emerald Bay</em></span></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-28824301989372367052008-08-26T14:30:00.020+08:002008-08-28T17:25:18.150+08:00Pangkor Laut<div align="left">26 August 2008, Tuesday<br /><br /><a href="http://milkmaid-milkmaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-short-escapade.html">continue from here…<br /></a><br />Day 2<br /><br />I woke up quite early to catch the morning rays (okaaay … did not manage to catch the sun rise) way before the 2 boys got up. As Aiden is still on his restricted diet of no chicken/egg produce, I actually brought the slow cooker along to make his daily porridge. Time was spent preparing his meal, and by the time the 2 lazy pokers got up, we moseyed our way to breakfast.<br /><br />I could really enjoy this life of doing nothing and having time on your hands to just enjoy the sea breeze, good food and great company. What more can one asked for?<br /><br />Here's Aiden with his new friends, none of them could speak English by the way, in the library corner after breakfast. Hubby and I spent a quiet morning reading papers/books and surfing the net.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uW1JKbuFM5rgZASbF6sIInagLu7bGAsoEQFDgVB4mjHK1FKaBSj7VRC0vMtrpL_GgnNtPd5yrFOsXhInqZVJKQf9sOmkc-B-GVZev2fQDbA6C3ZKwsXJjy9dPk4LNg5rTMJnvxV_tXo5/s1600-h/library.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238712660099907586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uW1JKbuFM5rgZASbF6sIInagLu7bGAsoEQFDgVB4mjHK1FKaBSj7VRC0vMtrpL_GgnNtPd5yrFOsXhInqZVJKQf9sOmkc-B-GVZev2fQDbA6C3ZKwsXJjy9dPk4LNg5rTMJnvxV_tXo5/s320/library.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">at the library</span></em><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238719589664614082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Y6Vc0hh92zrmiPkxmKsG00TN02yDzaC1LQqyD6tzpdVJJqMd6_gr6OUlCxKtdRjTLRl7gYRB_k0heH6qwft2r4TqRggRnLSgajT6N0nBCq1kA2wjNmlfwrIeiuxUxftVuYnas_1U6sgw/s320/P1000350.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">You're too young for Scrabble dear</span></em></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCEZY9OJcUWMS9Fg9bsASBRH0LHw1xJ0f67jMz3tk6hMTcYdX2eTaT0PTj3dxdod0StbGgjtkRfJqfs-nsLBarp3-dsdAJwMh-CE0lk7p-uIZphO4D9R05GMqIlAdxWNNM0Ea3I4VITli/s1600-h/P1000345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238718974921029106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCEZY9OJcUWMS9Fg9bsASBRH0LHw1xJ0f67jMz3tk6hMTcYdX2eTaT0PTj3dxdod0StbGgjtkRfJqfs-nsLBarp3-dsdAJwMh-CE0lk7p-uIZphO4D9R05GMqIlAdxWNNM0Ea3I4VITli/s320/P1000345.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Later in the afternoon, we had lunch by the beach – appropriately named Emerald Bay, the water was as green as emerald. Aiden, being a city boy that he is, was complaining all the way: that he had dirt (actually sand) in his sandals. It was really a comical sight for us, where he is playing with sand sitting on a towel! Noticed his displeasure every time sand got onto the towel!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzu9-ST-5WQCZmt1WVqF_7bDcPjMM5GF_YYHxLR0ZWYhhFfr6jMQ-VSysSB62fLgKq7MXPEBoyXm1PBY-ieGSkdFHvqI3DYs9xz58wknJGavGSnq6C8rN2GYXvQhW-7bp9Wzqvde-yuzT/s1600-h/P1000367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238724849752379970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzu9-ST-5WQCZmt1WVqF_7bDcPjMM5GF_YYHxLR0ZWYhhFfr6jMQ-VSysSB62fLgKq7MXPEBoyXm1PBY-ieGSkdFHvqI3DYs9xz58wknJGavGSnq6C8rN2GYXvQhW-7bp9Wzqvde-yuzT/s320/P1000367.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> The beach looks fun!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VnADk-KLpomTctB5_ii_D0wqvX3xlq_IhBbvQ0hm5FjtSpB-YAUYf3UPeGyR833_H9HfCg3EHp6Or7X64AgKb6oM35JpDWXaQgFHjnWdU_MzbeSEyHHkC20efZX9lal20OSOhjpbFNDh/s1600-h/P1000373.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238730504680103186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VnADk-KLpomTctB5_ii_D0wqvX3xlq_IhBbvQ0hm5FjtSpB-YAUYf3UPeGyR833_H9HfCg3EHp6Or7X64AgKb6oM35JpDWXaQgFHjnWdU_MzbeSEyHHkC20efZX9lal20OSOhjpbFNDh/s320/P1000373.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Mmm - check out those babes</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthQnxslSDiJcQ0njvs7hcAMa4DxKjle_nX6fZ2YOCi0hZJPkKLbiUlS9TDv3YfzPAHqvffflVUUW3QZv4DjIBsyQgeb4iYBWtzjsWSxtiFIFraNU5LbvOg-JbS9otLklmD8rgbg5KPjhN/s1600-h/P1000378.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238731279187040690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthQnxslSDiJcQ0njvs7hcAMa4DxKjle_nX6fZ2YOCi0hZJPkKLbiUlS9TDv3YfzPAHqvffflVUUW3QZv4DjIBsyQgeb4iYBWtzjsWSxtiFIFraNU5LbvOg-JbS9otLklmD8rgbg5KPjhN/s320/P1000378.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Mummy - I dont like the sand!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yFNcadx7f3okvC4AC_yAbZGZvkur0IC8QhM9JJ1FDhy4dZ4cRBBg0vMc2WM7gKk7EcRYm7Y1EKcclzdCrUkDhUOAC2rz21qIQOQBUP61_iEEN4wHrxERFjSrxXCct42tVR2o8rP_k3r9/s1600-h/P1000377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238727393460244034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yFNcadx7f3okvC4AC_yAbZGZvkur0IC8QhM9JJ1FDhy4dZ4cRBBg0vMc2WM7gKk7EcRYm7Y1EKcclzdCrUkDhUOAC2rz21qIQOQBUP61_iEEN4wHrxERFjSrxXCct42tVR2o8rP_k3r9/s320/P1000377.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Get the sand out of my towel!</span></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlE3d4ghc00wnk-UhjKw18ozHks110InL_WOVc0z4lYPIAhskOALdY8G-IrfLSBl6Bb9DHYf2UvBWLpy6jDp1XZQ5uMyQq1zPUw2RVn9nGSL_Yp_wtYleMvVSJjxEq7Qywa48_8H7FFbJ/s1600-h/P1000379.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238731949443194146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlE3d4ghc00wnk-UhjKw18ozHks110InL_WOVc0z4lYPIAhskOALdY8G-IrfLSBl6Bb9DHYf2UvBWLpy6jDp1XZQ5uMyQq1zPUw2RVn9nGSL_Yp_wtYleMvVSJjxEq7Qywa48_8H7FFbJ/s320/P1000379.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> You poor city boy...</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">We celebrated Hubby's birthday and our wedding anniversary earlier, since we were in a resort; and I had made arrangements earlier for a birthday cake celebration (by the way the resort gave this to us complimentary!) which they had promptly served after our Haagen Daz ice cream dessert during Dinner. It came with musicians who did a duet in front of us, singing romantic songs....<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RzwvPLWNwLi1yV8e2MrG1Xh5ZS1wETGynyeWbip0aLX9xJ-JD0NcoY0C4zf9yjOdiOoaCllOuq9bjsUIISwJLa6iiAV6uIp-NpL50_3WNqBydavYdwKMZbdmiWChuQraIT2Zs1DyRCRU/s1600-h/P1000385.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239022943293636450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RzwvPLWNwLi1yV8e2MrG1Xh5ZS1wETGynyeWbip0aLX9xJ-JD0NcoY0C4zf9yjOdiOoaCllOuq9bjsUIISwJLa6iiAV6uIp-NpL50_3WNqBydavYdwKMZbdmiWChuQraIT2Zs1DyRCRU/s320/P1000385.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">chocolate mousse cake</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWF4WPi8IbrfE2i75Vqt0LxaKVIU7fKVkpgIhkNFy7eVUc2KDZAhjeImIJM6tdJnD2Df-L4iXXSSh8utIqyrH2F9Atdx865X7QUr2ea01qWGR5VbVwGt7jWroUjhb3I8Jnw43yUCY1jSV/s1600-h/P1000385.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239020842751731426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFfMWnb-8E0Wq9drb9A1TLjsDjr7QxAH6EiXq8j4vfoTgt0SLRVIbjo_7Vz9BCGqOziZkuPBq8A5mRMP8XV929FyDSGWGAGYs3S_HgNwGAr-S4urZyNAUBC4cUJOGo8QTUZSzm2TA-Cyt/s320/P1000386.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />So that was the end of Day 2, after a lazy after dinner stroll, we went back to our Villa to enjoy the remaining part of the evening.milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-35097222357674868142008-08-15T14:40:00.021+08:002008-08-15T15:45:26.233+08:00Our Short Escapade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtMRLt7xflvnmLmfpFlwWLYJPRYfC_fJu_-vdTRqvDO3jZg1DLceI7Xf8BXR7E1o68qXKLe0WFNijF-t1S1ydyWC034de0kbH9Oq7Lv16Bzn8TBSvzfIQUb26ZmZ0-kgA_OmWky3IDXtE/s1600-h/P1000354.JPG"></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">15 Aug 2008, Friday </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">What an eventful weekend it was last week. So many people were celebrating the auspicious 08-08-08 date, with weddings and births; we decided to "run away" to where the tag line of the resort was "One Island, One Resort".<br /><br />It was absolutely fantabulous, I really don’t know what other words can describe our short but beautiful holiday, even though we had the little one with us. Some of my friends lamented why bring Aiden along, when it's a holiday set for a romantic interlude. But I couldn’t bear to leave him behind whilst we soak ourselves in the sun, sea and fun.<br /><br />We left KL early on Friday morning hoping to catch the 11am ferry via Lumut, but alas, we missed the boat by a mere 5 minutes. It didn’t help too with hubby getting a speeding ticket along the way (!!). Trying to keep to mood up, we waited for the next ferry which took us to the island at 2pm.<br /><br />Boy oh boy, the service is like "mou tak teng" – upon stepping onto the jetty, it was like one guest relation officer to one couple/family. They knew us by names and after a cool welcome drink and speedy check in, we were whisked to our villas.<br /><br />Some photos of our Beach Villa:<br /></div></span><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234632028307500210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqLiPiZ6LoAYqrOJO_59X1xFplzQvKR3ZYfGvPCgUCYCNqnkUTY3dDLqM3Dz7Sl-olN90PMi8M8OGx4_vOVtjgTAG_Q4kPjGvbCQGEcVwPV9OkcpOn-jYat8A4tWIdn6mbEMSS0yZY8iM/s320/P1000298.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em>the bedroom</em></span> </p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZye_nwXmC5FR6HBlm0foaYtpfZnBqwjnuCPEJnYWolKaiN1cGzXx45sGyPbug-Sl6qj0014EdcvTENzTmDeNSTXEBkyhn7rGZS4Ig7PNHbBUJl-KliPWFz6WjrKY727rUgeOYWfB-ZPWh/s1600-h/P1000299.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234632765992926434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZye_nwXmC5FR6HBlm0foaYtpfZnBqwjnuCPEJnYWolKaiN1cGzXx45sGyPbug-Sl6qj0014EdcvTENzTmDeNSTXEBkyhn7rGZS4Ig7PNHbBUJl-KliPWFz6WjrKY727rUgeOYWfB-ZPWh/s320/P1000299.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em> expansive bathroom, check out the open air bath tub at the end</em></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJp387A-2xS99UrHV6OMGU5nG494oa49foprF_fo5gxSkCP7vPz9wwBUx6US4deA8-BiwD8IGbBME_SbX9CBvcqyfwMBKaXhY9ftL2UyRCz8awUMJJTxx-zc02z_wE_3rq7Z4JTNp69dx7/s1600-h/P1000300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234633467040507458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJp387A-2xS99UrHV6OMGU5nG494oa49foprF_fo5gxSkCP7vPz9wwBUx6US4deA8-BiwD8IGbBME_SbX9CBvcqyfwMBKaXhY9ftL2UyRCz8awUMJJTxx-zc02z_wE_3rq7Z4JTNp69dx7/s320/P1000300.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em>I like the little window next to our closet</em></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUX-lFmzN8RNp-D9i5kvaXlwNVWw1S1Di54IllCegVsVka7NxukfTjnuZYWho-_H79oMB58kkdAsY-vC6XssFPBMRy4ve5rPtbCyUnpYAP2JuSsWpM1ZrAzNsJGDZEJMy5BN8zZOVCeKD/s1600-h/P1000301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234634078489706914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUX-lFmzN8RNp-D9i5kvaXlwNVWw1S1Di54IllCegVsVka7NxukfTjnuZYWho-_H79oMB58kkdAsY-vC6XssFPBMRy4ve5rPtbCyUnpYAP2JuSsWpM1ZrAzNsJGDZEJMy5BN8zZOVCeKD/s320/P1000301.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em> bathroom amenities</em></span> </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong>Day 1</strong><br />We had late lunch, almost at 330pm at an informal bar/lounge overlooking the sea and the infinity pool. Thereafter, we all sauntered to the Spa reception to check out the Spa Menu and facilities. Aiden had a good time feeding the koi fish and turtles there, whilst lou kong had a personalized session with an Ayurvedic doctor.<br /><br />After that, all three, Aiden, soaked in our villa's open air bath tub. It was heaven / bliss.<br /><br />More photos:<br /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiX7LWuRPCdzZ6s-u2bAIDY-HcphUu8q5fYd8NK4GRnI-_1L-ZYCZ6zpyZdEXYejIz0-9bW6rj8fikrUhODqGjnWBKzWgeRYHIUzsd16ZVRHiOhBFFR6_XGlKaaBYfrMha9wff9c8QYtX/s1600-h/P1000305.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234635547413832706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJiX7LWuRPCdzZ6s-u2bAIDY-HcphUu8q5fYd8NK4GRnI-_1L-ZYCZ6zpyZdEXYejIz0-9bW6rj8fikrUhODqGjnWBKzWgeRYHIUzsd16ZVRHiOhBFFR6_XGlKaaBYfrMha9wff9c8QYtX/s320/P1000305.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">bar overlooking infinity pool / beach</span></span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9XgSnHPTmhfN9VALva0DkdKy0Ize3u9d2DQ9Rzj5OgXpWgAzbd_i48y65xZafCln2O1e2Z8ad3nDYhYaA9TA8dmX5bbCgkKNiPJB2kfzQxk7FaCBTnmiBqG4-7lDP9RoKoFG0AyNFtCP/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234636191120308530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9XgSnHPTmhfN9VALva0DkdKy0Ize3u9d2DQ9Rzj5OgXpWgAzbd_i48y65xZafCln2O1e2Z8ad3nDYhYaA9TA8dmX5bbCgkKNiPJB2kfzQxk7FaCBTnmiBqG4-7lDP9RoKoFG0AyNFtCP/s320/P1000308.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> bliss...</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXK_6j-3ucmzFVB1ZUSKCpp-uJhr9NEx_xE2l_PVpS8Q2HNNXJtrvDN1x9qz872GMS936PdOfvLYm2G4IMEOnGQPNerFRMRc1X6O83Zu_wQ2AIcvxjkzcBLKbf0_qNWpwoYXUjEDPuTpA/s1600-h/P1000310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234637490148020258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXK_6j-3ucmzFVB1ZUSKCpp-uJhr9NEx_xE2l_PVpS8Q2HNNXJtrvDN1x9qz872GMS936PdOfvLYm2G4IMEOnGQPNerFRMRc1X6O83Zu_wQ2AIcvxjkzcBLKbf0_qNWpwoYXUjEDPuTpA/s320/P1000310.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Aiden checking out the babes</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3oykpUT24v-0mJseV5EEiMhiPS3dPty-11o4GePN1c85n_97F4bvrdE5z0sz4ijuWW7vLW5vIVieCWdTPd76-jW3EFwG7hUy0NNRtG6vYPhA9Bz6jpWOTsLtAOZD5kaSZ1JzyODsFO9p/s1600-h/P1000317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234642743278888786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3oykpUT24v-0mJseV5EEiMhiPS3dPty-11o4GePN1c85n_97F4bvrdE5z0sz4ijuWW7vLW5vIVieCWdTPd76-jW3EFwG7hUy0NNRtG6vYPhA9Bz6jpWOTsLtAOZD5kaSZ1JzyODsFO9p/s320/P1000317.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> At the Spa Village</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UegrWEJFSzjQcA0fTgZxs7ILpYV3kdt7bwTSz41uDyLNx2hqWhYOaGxtiO42XxrhY80m9UjCOTO-xAFWtoCijkLmDABtlIHj5TxOgacOc_ERSNpjXbP-uyUzI90MIStS18EbKm87KTDd/s1600-h/P1000316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234642107688701666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UegrWEJFSzjQcA0fTgZxs7ILpYV3kdt7bwTSz41uDyLNx2hqWhYOaGxtiO42XxrhY80m9UjCOTO-xAFWtoCijkLmDABtlIHj5TxOgacOc_ERSNpjXbP-uyUzI90MIStS18EbKm87KTDd/s320/P1000316.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em> Having loads of fun</em></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4CTLk4HlLl_YzNiAfE2Fy9aM-7PRDo5LGNfl3WqY2vW5Bp04Lbj2xctqAMCvfTJxAmcVlx6VevoOMhZV2DQWqTgyC2HVXqwVDzp0yn2ANlcJ8aL863wyYX1Jh2z79bLlCuxnsEREwlDb/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234639012199214178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4CTLk4HlLl_YzNiAfE2Fy9aM-7PRDo5LGNfl3WqY2vW5Bp04Lbj2xctqAMCvfTJxAmcVlx6VevoOMhZV2DQWqTgyC2HVXqwVDzp0yn2ANlcJ8aL863wyYX1Jh2z79bLlCuxnsEREwlDb/s320/P1000325.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Aiden in our bath tub</span></em><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br />We had late dinner at 830pm with Chinese sit down consisting of fish, succulent prawns and scallops with asparagus; overlooking the sea (although we couldn’t see much in the dark!). Yummy....</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So that's our First Day, more updates to come in my next post... in the meantime, I leave you with this:</div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjfHRPzTlctASj7uj2r8Zb7s7rX7ZNqb0Yt8edcbejc4hD2zq0pVHmOUO7RDCjUY3fJKI2VKX_qKZyGY0CKX2VonQTd9QkRpSzHmn1OEUgt5ZmCx-2IshC2TsiNJLPRjKeY_Xkinyu1re/s1600-h/P1000333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234644400644624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjfHRPzTlctASj7uj2r8Zb7s7rX7ZNqb0Yt8edcbejc4hD2zq0pVHmOUO7RDCjUY3fJKI2VKX_qKZyGY0CKX2VonQTd9QkRpSzHmn1OEUgt5ZmCx-2IshC2TsiNJLPRjKeY_Xkinyu1re/s320/P1000333.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><em>to be continued....</em></div></span></div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-42610108334546989882008-08-09T12:07:00.003+08:002008-08-09T12:08:52.689+08:00Long Hiatus09 August 2008<br /><br />Well I certainly took a long break from blogging.... I certainly will be back real soon with stories to share from the weekend break :)<br /><br />Have a Good Weekend Everyone<br /><br />Cheerio<br />Milkmaidmilkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-12606663974711040762008-06-10T11:21:00.013+08:002008-12-13T15:46:35.904+08:00Birthday Celebration with Paternal Grandmother and In-Laws<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">10 June 2008, Tuesday</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">* backdated post - had this drafted out, but did not post it earlier*</span></em></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="justify"><br />The privilege of having 2 birthday parties means double the food, double the fun & celebration and Aiden gets to blow candles for 2 cakes! We had the second 'makan session' last Sunday at MIL's favorite restaurant – Oriental Pavillion @ Jaya 33, PJ.<br /><br />Two incidents happened on that day, well... something that we did not expect anyway. First one was that I totally forgot all about my brother who was supposed to have lunch with us. The point being I was supposed to fetch him to the restaurant, but we were already halfway there when I realized what had happened. OMG! When I called him, he was still asleep (12 noon) and finally sleep won and he didn’t manage to make it. I was a bit sore about the whole thing as I wanted to have him around since my parents were still in Japan.<br /><br />We took a drive to Taman Desa to pick up Aiden's Elmo jelly cake prior to lunch. I must say this lady's house is amazing – she had at least 3 large Fisher & Paykel fridge in her home to store all her jelly cakes and her whole garden is full of fragrant pandan plants.<br /><br />Okay, less talk and some photos to share:<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210097008729351442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4KZUb5dw1uEgEje-iglcl3P0CRfzLT-SyJblJWsV1hNZ_pqlKxTS-zmzN1t2INCc1gLTM8U5F7Ki8MMhaonu9-4hWqIcbNRbeLxjXDoztz3Btt4tf5fmLPSD_qbVvopnAN1WQTGQLSjN/s320/cake.jpg" width="278" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Aiden's Elmo Jelly Cake</span></em></span></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEs_CPmMnhAC1OyDMS1TwIu_qRm8irujzxmNtoyaN8t5eg41bTu5BiezMmDTY1uG4-Q_883tFSvIwvgYiMh6wxpBEKc3p0yvdIX2-oh6d4FCDz0dALhiG5jCc9DJPaK5_RrC4aqAaRCrBf/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096933010520530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEs_CPmMnhAC1OyDMS1TwIu_qRm8irujzxmNtoyaN8t5eg41bTu5BiezMmDTY1uG4-Q_883tFSvIwvgYiMh6wxpBEKc3p0yvdIX2-oh6d4FCDz0dALhiG5jCc9DJPaK5_RrC4aqAaRCrBf/s320/cake2.jpg" width="264" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Blowing the candles</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9BlixUzvkRRFwgNOB6oE9Ttkwmzv3HnE5eUZGXKYvreQJU39vrsCWYw78qOwInxvUdhjgHdaDreEbK1PaDyNp2hf8XuQiFWWt6To4QtqiiBZqYwGY4_DTH45bzPcuKBGNA6HN5Y_5lDK7/s1600-h/aidenbday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096844636994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9BlixUzvkRRFwgNOB6oE9Ttkwmzv3HnE5eUZGXKYvreQJU39vrsCWYw78qOwInxvUdhjgHdaDreEbK1PaDyNp2hf8XuQiFWWt6To4QtqiiBZqYwGY4_DTH45bzPcuKBGNA6HN5Y_5lDK7/s320/aidenbday.jpg" width="277" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <em>I think this made him puke...blame it on daddy..</em></span></span><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096734614966066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAxfgKEj28oJU1G-Dv6ypZKY_6aSF8sFCd6x6jwEAmmo19vUWeQyAL1TPU3Ou0r-Frc7yHls98QZLsNEoFx7K2bjEc4hl5hh5InRu3ujMafCowuDYgyzw7tVLrSF30RfjycVESUDJASR9/s320/aidenpresent.jpg" width="286" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em>shake, shake, shake... what's in there?</em></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFsWBWFwq7UEWTinzxVOjskl7QTgxu30IEBVNXtTLHy3ITmScwDZyC-b-hk4dSMHtk4LaMuOR43epb4MTDY8GRK85wi4Sa4Ogvth_vnfi0boTmsZTP6FKT3p89d6ZTsnSrk6AOlVmHhTi/s1600-h/aiden1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096649744431314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFsWBWFwq7UEWTinzxVOjskl7QTgxu30IEBVNXtTLHy3ITmScwDZyC-b-hk4dSMHtk4LaMuOR43epb4MTDY8GRK85wi4Sa4Ogvth_vnfi0boTmsZTP6FKT3p89d6ZTsnSrk6AOlVmHhTi/s320/aiden1.jpg" width="293" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> I'm overwhelmed by all this attention!</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">Second incident: Aiden was really chatty yesterday and more active than usual. It makes me wonder if he was aware that it is his big day. I think he had a little too much to eat; one whole bowl of home made porridge, followed by some "chee cheong fun" and "char siew pau". Unfortunately though, halfway through lunch he gave a loud belch and proceeded to throw up on himself. Luckily I managed to "save" him by having most of his lunch on my cupped palms <em>.</em> Anyhow, it was grandma to the rescue as she gave him a set of new clothes for his birthday. So we opened her present and fortunately was required only changed his pants as his shirt was still ok.</div><div><i></span> </div></div></i><br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95Xqr6bgjg6NfcTcvxSKO6HqcA9PWIsdTrCV6pVy72HqoLbHpEy8fjwB4GtScydMy2_bdrOjF_Jzg4_szpfi9UDljNXPFT6RBPjoxopi7seI7r9gJzKrdhfNlIvqnigMO05aXUrCJ9SYF/s1600-h/erika.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096543890704706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi95Xqr6bgjg6NfcTcvxSKO6HqcA9PWIsdTrCV6pVy72HqoLbHpEy8fjwB4GtScydMy2_bdrOjF_Jzg4_szpfi9UDljNXPFT6RBPjoxopi7seI7r9gJzKrdhfNlIvqnigMO05aXUrCJ9SYF/s320/erika.jpg" width="302" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">shy cousin Erika</span></span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_Mh1_A_XxPWK8RiPB9kiPyXwk-q3RMlmgFaeOKHYoqFq5qWzKEJQix6TxSmHIWyi7ncyh4Pw_OrxoZY6hBd5uio2cfHKvAwYVNWNbx_V1weq78AueFcOlNUYccbXSd36idDLpjIH8QCD/s1600-h/sharren.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096408781569490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_Mh1_A_XxPWK8RiPB9kiPyXwk-q3RMlmgFaeOKHYoqFq5qWzKEJQix6TxSmHIWyi7ncyh4Pw_OrxoZY6hBd5uio2cfHKvAwYVNWNbx_V1weq78AueFcOlNUYccbXSd36idDLpjIH8QCD/s320/sharren.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Aiden with cousin Sharren</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVjGKJ2P6f4PjO23-dHKqbvsT4c6lLmXAP_CWndx70_I40EH_hegR1WOgxf6qgTPIuZK-yI4n5hC0ChX6rpqYWDM9dDAJ_qvFzldrByrclPudYqYItz_ZxtMj2JZ8fPFoiYAjHMPjqHm5/s1600-h/aiden3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096168517243058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVjGKJ2P6f4PjO23-dHKqbvsT4c6lLmXAP_CWndx70_I40EH_hegR1WOgxf6qgTPIuZK-yI4n5hC0ChX6rpqYWDM9dDAJ_qvFzldrByrclPudYqYItz_ZxtMj2JZ8fPFoiYAjHMPjqHm5/s320/aiden3.jpg" width="289" border="0" /></a></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Thank you all for coming to my party..</span></em></div><br /></div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-19179540032471491022008-06-02T16:08:00.001+08:002008-06-02T16:11:13.730+08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDEN<span style="font-family:verdana;">01 June 2008, Sunday</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I remember the day when you came to us<br />Just like it was yesterday<br />The operating theatre was all abuzz<br />Doctors and nurses were kept at bay<br />Just waiting for the arrival<br />Of Aiden Chan Zhiwei<br /><br />I remember the first time I set eyes on you<br />It was love at first sight<br />You looked a little forlorn and blue<br />Perhaps you were cold with fright<br />Don’t worry my little darling<br />You're just not used to the sound and lights<br /><br />I remember holding you in my arms<br />My tiny little bundle of joy<br />Your eyes still closed, so were your palms<br />My heart sang out 'Oh my little boy!'<br />This is really God's miracle<br />My limbs grew as weak as </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>baby bok choy<br /></em><br />We've watched you grow, your laughter, tears and pains<br />Your first crawl, first step, even first fall<br />You've made me fall madly in love all over again<br />When I hear this word "Mummy" - you could finally call<br />It makes my heart sing<br />I'm so proud, I feel ten feet tall<br /><br />So my little precious take your own time<br />To discover yourself and the wonders of life<br />For daddy & mummy will be there a lifetime<br />To see you through the mountains that you climb<br />I LOVE YOU my little darling<br />Smile, you'll always be on my prime time!</span>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-59346098114860472212008-05-28T12:05:00.004+08:002008-12-13T15:46:36.122+08:00Tantrums<div align="justify">28 May 2008, Wednesday<br /><br />Could it be what they call the Terrible-2 syndrome? Of late, my son has been quite difficult to handle:<br /><br />Screams At The Top Of His Lungs<br />1. When he doesn’t get his way<br />2. When we take something away from him<br /><br />Clings To Mummy<br />1. I am not allowed to go anywhere in the house without him<br />2. I have to carry him everywhere I go, even to the loo!<br />3. Wants to sleep on the same pillow as me during bedtime<br /><br />Acts Defiantly<br />1. Purposely does something to make me angry, when he knows its wrong<br />2. Throwing rice grains on the floor<br />3. Throwing toys out the window<br />4. Throwing milk bottles underneath the TV console<br /><br />My colleague once told me that when she was pregnant, her 2 year old son started acting protective and clingy. Even though the little boy did not understand it, maybe there was a sixth sense that mummy is in the "nesting" mode and he felt threatened.<br /><br />Well, I certainly hope that Aiden will get out of this mode soon enough as it really tires me out and puts my patience to the test. Then again, just when I'm about to slap his hands, he will turn around, smile and call me "Mummy, Mummy…." hugging my leg.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLb6JfkhZMCI7RzYVhlMTkI_NLrWspu9OxOeJHdTHoGnqLwg83jt7a3cp0pauNCI4jaAwIx4KG34GkzyuvmgHT8bjgs7tEY7QcExXiq334E6JYFq72CKtVscwZtg6I-Sdd2fKkKqFaarWt/s1600-h/basket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205275740366868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLb6JfkhZMCI7RzYVhlMTkI_NLrWspu9OxOeJHdTHoGnqLwg83jt7a3cp0pauNCI4jaAwIx4KG34GkzyuvmgHT8bjgs7tEY7QcExXiq334E6JYFq72CKtVscwZtg6I-Sdd2fKkKqFaarWt/s400/basket.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Mummy says if I'm naughty, I'll need to sit in the basket and cant come out till I say sorry</span></em></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-23673048580800997022008-05-26T14:44:00.010+08:002008-12-13T15:46:37.084+08:00Early Birthday Celebration with Maternal Grandparents<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">27 May 2008, Tuesday<br /><br /><br />My parents will be off to Japan this week, so we celebrated Aiden's birthday with my family last weekend. It was just dinner for the 6 of us (including my younger brother) and after contemplation; we ended up in <a href="http://www.bijou.com.my/">Bijou</a> @ Mont Kiara.<br /><br />My brother got Aiden a small chocolate cake - I think it was so that both grandparents could see Aiden blow the candles out, more than the cake was meant for Aiden's consumption. However, because it was his birthday, I gave Aiden quite a lot of it, although he's technically allergic to eggs. Why I say technically? That's because he had an allergy test done when he turned one, and besides eggs we found out that our little boy was also allergic to chicken. We've been very careful since then to give him anything with egg produce. Last Saturday, I was a little more adventurous, but thank goodness he did not breakout in rashes or made his eczema worse.<br /><br />And here's his surprise gift from my Dad – a bicycle! It was really funny because the first thing that Aiden did was pull at the pedals and got his plastic screwdriver out to take the bicycle apart….. He wasn't really interested in getting on the bicycle until we thought him how to, but he still can't coordinate his feet with the pedals. So we just pushed him around the hall with him ringing the bell.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnCVrd6a_sg_QAfBIT1TBEHeP1kQOmnwpraFzPO4qsgsbxUzGck5kbpTsHh05Zu8uLUL-wWQzR53W1gCD-JT5XHUSNyk7RZamzMRTDid0AJCXLdbN6i-JBZSp3w_kVucn2NIyqA3HI5Op/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204888673619185346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnCVrd6a_sg_QAfBIT1TBEHeP1kQOmnwpraFzPO4qsgsbxUzGck5kbpTsHh05Zu8uLUL-wWQzR53W1gCD-JT5XHUSNyk7RZamzMRTDid0AJCXLdbN6i-JBZSp3w_kVucn2NIyqA3HI5Op/s320/cake1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">My birthday cake....Yummy Yummy !</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggb2te2lUJ0SIv7zGGU7K6tQEFlEuSbFEcV6xCsQXD5fXk5h_RbLlNX7KFdGiphg1mu9K08xdkIzz_Zr_kFcI99KLbrVpKooxoWb2pUqEq214MbxCnCoSkog3uV-CmdYSDXpgsPfnN__Ry/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204888802468204242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggb2te2lUJ0SIv7zGGU7K6tQEFlEuSbFEcV6xCsQXD5fXk5h_RbLlNX7KFdGiphg1mu9K08xdkIzz_Zr_kFcI99KLbrVpKooxoWb2pUqEq214MbxCnCoSkog3uV-CmdYSDXpgsPfnN__Ry/s320/cake2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Getting ready to blow the candle</span></em><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvSUEnf4pq9855tcI8gKBD3QCqc7jFFcR2wx-7wz4x3gCaKXPar3fHTlgFARay5uFBKCc8Xw78AOV0nwQxTbS4IRSbv3QswAFNMoChAzS6_cL1GYkl_Mxp4mhCeAXTdxlCZxe9aj7LzBt1/s1600-h/cake3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204888914137353954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvSUEnf4pq9855tcI8gKBD3QCqc7jFFcR2wx-7wz4x3gCaKXPar3fHTlgFARay5uFBKCc8Xw78AOV0nwQxTbS4IRSbv3QswAFNMoChAzS6_cL1GYkl_Mxp4mhCeAXTdxlCZxe9aj7LzBt1/s320/cake3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">ok - if I stare long enough maybe the flame will die off by itself?</span></em></div><br /><br /></div><p></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NaHVdhdyKHrOJb0AzKpafCPmF_aPiX8CLTlyxBAECMwSq6w_vhWA2t91djqvDfAa_WFXBPJWMRb_w5VnUUpq-AbHnuiP5Wy9y_cr9aHJxF2DnKW8WUgBbUPFhnthlwfUag4DPuHvhEsm/s1600-h/bicycle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204886770948673202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NaHVdhdyKHrOJb0AzKpafCPmF_aPiX8CLTlyxBAECMwSq6w_vhWA2t91djqvDfAa_WFXBPJWMRb_w5VnUUpq-AbHnuiP5Wy9y_cr9aHJxF2DnKW8WUgBbUPFhnthlwfUag4DPuHvhEsm/s400/bicycle.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6txlpDtpDvxOUWzaw61NcaharDh_DtvlTnf_IWroDS84C2Xn3AJ0W6sNIk_iED-w7VJTHN4CEJ4oDfFaFgRUfAqjyV9hC7BMFFijqB51c33q5OzgqNEFWsa3EUlAqNfalVfNnsRCUuVIo/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204886354336845474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6txlpDtpDvxOUWzaw61NcaharDh_DtvlTnf_IWroDS84C2Xn3AJ0W6sNIk_iED-w7VJTHN4CEJ4oDfFaFgRUfAqjyV9hC7BMFFijqB51c33q5OzgqNEFWsa3EUlAqNfalVfNnsRCUuVIo/s400/thanks.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#000099;">THANK YOU AH KONG & AH MA !</span></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-56694897386895507552008-05-23T17:04:00.003+08:002008-12-13T15:46:37.300+08:00T - G - I - F<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">23 May 2008, Friday<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I am so glad it's Friday. It's been 10 days since my maid's departure, and I am already feeling the strain. H~E~L~P. So here's my weekday routine without a maid:<br /><br />7:30am Alarm goes off…..<br />7:40 In pajamas, prepare Aiden's food and sterilized bottles for the day<br />8:00 Get dressed in record time<br />8:15 Shoot out of the house with Aiden (if hubby doesn’t take him)<br />8:45 Drop him at MIL's<br />9:00 Enter office car park (phew no road kills!)<br /> l<br /> l<br /> l<br />6:15pm Pick Aiden up<br />7:00 Arrive at mum's house (stays in my neighbourhood) and deposit Aiden<br />7:03 Get home to clean house & kitchen mess, water the garden, shower<br />8:00 Walk to mum's to collect dinner & Aiden<br />8:30 Eat dinner with hubby at home (hubby strolls back around this time)<br />9:00 Clean kitchen mess from dinner, prepare for tomorrow, play with Aiden<br />10:00 Milk for Aiden<br />10:15 Bedtime for Aiden<br />11:00 Bedtime for me<br /><br />We used to cook dinner at home, but without the maid, mum has graciously offered to cook for us. Thanks Mum!<br /><br />Although it's not a lot of work, but with the added bump-in-the-belly, house chores do certainly tire me out these days. Of course, everything changes when I look at this little fella smile and call me "Mummy" ……… </span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTdFqpfJQ3OjrkLBKHVf7MdKzS9o-BHGT3Mx9xDaYQPGccx2IvHdKBbmuimFeidC0cOdmWSt2mkU1HUFXRjzXtt6z7uoBSxvsa8PzZa4sqdoz58yHTnYxssIzxLqdTg1KKY-AQBqrDD-c/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203499281763700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTdFqpfJQ3OjrkLBKHVf7MdKzS9o-BHGT3Mx9xDaYQPGccx2IvHdKBbmuimFeidC0cOdmWSt2mkU1HUFXRjzXtt6z7uoBSxvsa8PzZa4sqdoz58yHTnYxssIzxLqdTg1KKY-AQBqrDD-c/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /></a>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-83052385918654047902008-05-21T17:11:00.003+08:002008-12-13T15:46:37.449+08:00The Things He Say...22 May 2008, Thursday<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnYiflOZQvBucTEeNiMl4NwDLNT6ufx0zmKyxxAqjFQww6DOP48I7Y0w2Q9-MbDDHMrjQiG55_Il4Ah5yBByjyftM6zgnxvM5aG_7s-fxXn6BXZ4C1PniuBEKlt4xDgTyKB_WFLNIPFOY/s1600-h/cheeky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202756872876211970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnYiflOZQvBucTEeNiMl4NwDLNT6ufx0zmKyxxAqjFQww6DOP48I7Y0w2Q9-MbDDHMrjQiG55_Il4Ah5yBByjyftM6zgnxvM5aG_7s-fxXn6BXZ4C1PniuBEKlt4xDgTyKB_WFLNIPFOY/s320/cheeky.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Boo-Boo : Book<br />Wow Wow : Dog<br />Meow : Cat<br />Baass : Bus<br />Big Tuck : Big Truck<br />Pak Pak (high) : Park / Trees<br />Pak Pak (low) : Bathing<br />Nen Nen : Milk<br />Baby : Baby<br />Car : Car<br />Tar : Star<br />Tak : Tag<br />Toy : Toy<br />Elmo : Elmo<br />Spidey : Spiderman<br /><br />Mum Mum : Eat<br />Chit : Sit<br />Pou Pou : To be carried<br />Up Up : To be carried<br />More More : Wants more of whatever that he's having, be it toys, food<br />Yes : Yes<br />No : No<br /><br /><em>Body Parts He Can Identify With in English, Malay and Hokkien (Chinese Dialect)<br /></em><br />Eyes / Mata / Bat Chiu<br />Nose / Hidung / Pee Kong<br />Mouth / Mulut<br />Tongue / Lidah / Hee Yah<br />Teeth / Gigi<br />Ear / Telinga<br />Body / Badan<br />Hands / Tangan / Chiu<br />Fingers / Jari<br />Nails / Kuku<br />Leg / Kaki / Ka</div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-25222124152991435672008-05-14T17:35:00.001+08:002008-05-14T17:37:35.454+08:00WHERE IS TA-TAAK (Kakak)?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">14 May 2008, Wednesday<br /> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />After completing her obligatory 2 years with us, our Indonesian maid decided to go home to her family. I must admit that having her around, we have had more time to ourselves and never needed to worry about the household chores and dinner meals.<br /><br />Her initial thought was to stay but she changed her mind in the end, citing family health and her growing son. Timing couldn’t have been more perfect as it was less than 2 months to her departure and we had to quickly scout for her replacement. We did not managed to find one until mid April and now we are faced with a situation of being without a maid for at least another 6-8 weeks. Bummer…<br /><br />Anyhow, back to the objective of this entry. We were initially concern about how Aiden was going to take to her departure. He had grown quite attached to her, not surprising, as she spends the most time with him; and of late I noticed that he will call out for her if she is not in sight - "Ta-taaak, Ta-taak".<br /><br />Yesterday, she left us to the agent's office. Aiden went round the house looking for her, going into her room calling for her. He came out looking forlorn and shook his head whilst twisting his wrists indicating that she could not be found. We explained to him time and time again that she has gone home, but I don’t think my little one understood me. In the end, I gave up and just said that she has gone out.<br /><br />Back to reality, I now need to spend an additional hour after work to clean the house, and wake up an additional half hour earlier to prepare Aiden's food and bottles, before getting to work. Not to forget cleaning up the kitchen mess only after Aiden's gone to bed. We will certainly miss the convenience of having her around and waking up to breakfast, mopped floors and laundry out hanging to dry. I just hope I'm this lucky again with the new maid.<br /> </span></div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-77675838605983380542008-05-14T11:13:00.008+08:002008-12-13T15:46:37.925+08:00Baby - What Are You Up To?<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">14 May 2008, Wednesday</span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So this is what happens when one does not drink 8 glass of fluid in a day (am not sure if this is true for toddlers - maybe not!) or enough fruits.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Aiden has turn against drinking water in the past month, we've tried many ways to get more fluid to him from Ribena to Water Melon juice to Barley and Honey. All in avail... This is until we discovered his passion for Honey Dew juice. And the fact that he likes ice cold drinks and drinking from a straw. I guess my little boy's growing up now. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of late, we also find that he's beginning to reject his porridge when he see's adult food on the table. We're beginning to give in these days, and he's taking more of our food than his own...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">* warning, please view the following at your own discretion</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_STkd-GBbqgrQx0exT0CSughkxnf6yKRPqAa-QlX31QDm9WGf6ZKdbyKN1vJIc1l-rqi2uF7-PolN2TNrTg9bd_iGWhPZtwikKpuo4q7QLy9Erhj33VeBMTG9iRuE3WOWS6KOXIoYWj1C/s1600-h/Pose+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200069868321390322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_STkd-GBbqgrQx0exT0CSughkxnf6yKRPqAa-QlX31QDm9WGf6ZKdbyKN1vJIc1l-rqi2uF7-PolN2TNrTg9bd_iGWhPZtwikKpuo4q7QLy9Erhj33VeBMTG9iRuE3WOWS6KOXIoYWj1C/s200/Pose+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljgieoaJIJsBQ1iEbzAinLgMGinUnOpw3BK6v9jGTInHBF6zTg5iSvTOhxJrPfqcm2v2vON7DaydqLd331PXx0Q4q2X9pvS4A6HdyRTQdL7aes9K3BSNG8-RH_se5gJZqY6GznnK0ppl0/s1600-h/Pose+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200069503249170146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljgieoaJIJsBQ1iEbzAinLgMGinUnOpw3BK6v9jGTInHBF6zTg5iSvTOhxJrPfqcm2v2vON7DaydqLd331PXx0Q4q2X9pvS4A6HdyRTQdL7aes9K3BSNG8-RH_se5gJZqY6GznnK0ppl0/s200/Pose+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3KqEFMisYN4ASJJWSA5Dw2McLt0CqmSkR81wz7FSn6DTMjKwbPoqaEeM4cp3tiaEnOQjHmlEQB7D9nhgNwrCRXGc7KpKO8MeN_zKLtff9rwYAWeCNRNPXaH2E9IDEMehXBsUZMVlIy_2/s1600-h/Pose+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200069395874987730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3KqEFMisYN4ASJJWSA5Dw2McLt0CqmSkR81wz7FSn6DTMjKwbPoqaEeM4cp3tiaEnOQjHmlEQB7D9nhgNwrCRXGc7KpKO8MeN_zKLtff9rwYAWeCNRNPXaH2E9IDEMehXBsUZMVlIy_2/s200/Pose+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cMv8qsnBFnJlBH3quibBmqiiyM-h175sHSX70imd4-dm2pT9UG3uKIvG33mKYKZHhnqfb2Yu-3z1r4-sBRDHscoYufx2GiHFIV0l0NZ-n9j1C1xx7tbwPl2e8GWGQvdMsODAdrGhgP1g/s1600-h/Pose+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200069284205838018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cMv8qsnBFnJlBH3quibBmqiiyM-h175sHSX70imd4-dm2pT9UG3uKIvG33mKYKZHhnqfb2Yu-3z1r4-sBRDHscoYufx2GiHFIV0l0NZ-n9j1C1xx7tbwPl2e8GWGQvdMsODAdrGhgP1g/s200/Pose+1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-19708325968820948972008-04-11T17:15:00.005+08:002008-12-13T15:46:38.958+08:00Trip To Singapore<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">10 April 2008, Thursday<br /><br />Aiden took his maiden trip to Singapore last month. It certainly was quite exciting for hubby & I, and we had planned this up as early as February. I planned for a day's leave and took Aiden for to make his very first passport! I must say that our Immigration Department's services has stepped up of late, and I was surprised by their somewhat efficiency. Because I had Aiden in tow, we didn’t have to queue for the submission of documents, and managed to get into a special waiting line for oldies, preggies and exceptional cases. It took us all but less than an hour and I was surprised to hear that we could even collect the passport after 3 hours. Well, of course I didn’t want to wait and chose to return at the end of the business day, just as they were about to close. It took me less than 5 minutes this time.<br /><br />It wasn’t a real holiday per se, as we were attending hubby's cousin's wedding. It was beautiful – held under a marquee at Fort Canning Park. Although it got a little warm towards the end of the night, as it was held outdoors under like a hundred spot lights.<br /><br />We stayed <a href="http://www.sheratonsingapore.com/default.html">here</a>, managed to get a special deal through the internet. Although it's not smack in the middle of the city, it was a stone's throw away from the MRT station and we had no trouble getting around for the 3 days that we were there.<br /><br />The stay was considerably short as we took a mid morning flight to Singapore and we could do much on the first day. Aiden was such a good boy, and slept immediately after lunch. We could not do much thereafter but to get ready for the wedding that evening. So voila, that was Day 1 gone….<br /><br />On Day 2, we took a quick breakfast along Orchard Road, and headed for Tangs – we found out that there was a Baby Promotion that weekend. We bagged ourselves ~ err ok, more for Aiden, a <a href="http://www.maclarenbaby.com/">Maclaren</a> stroller – that was going for less than SGD250.00! We thought it was quite a steal. We then had dim sums with relatives and that took us to mid afternoon. We were quite pooped by then with all the walking and decided to return to the hotel to rest. Of course Aiden missed his routine nap but he was as perky as ever at the hotel and we really didn’t get much rest at all!!<br /><br />That night, we went to visit our Godson and their parents who were based in Singapore and Aiden didn’t wait soon enough to make their apartment his new home. When we wanted to leave at the end of the night, he waved bye bye to us and promptly settled himself on my Godson's bed to continue playing!!<br /><br />We left Singapore in the mid afternoon flight the next day, suffice to say we didn’t really do any serious damage to our pockets.<br /><br />Leaving you with some photos of Aiden …</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiC1TwbgKsT18rhrNjwi98XtU68eKm3wigSN-94_3QPCknnpFk2jB90JMQEze87t4Bjv4dj3pb4FZPWR99Yl8lPmPhplsscZocm6tHDwIcIvu9mVONFS_ooCf3JKQDSM2qgTL6zBQ1HgrP/s1600-h/passport.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187914840244706370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiC1TwbgKsT18rhrNjwi98XtU68eKm3wigSN-94_3QPCknnpFk2jB90JMQEze87t4Bjv4dj3pb4FZPWR99Yl8lPmPhplsscZocm6tHDwIcIvu9mVONFS_ooCf3JKQDSM2qgTL6zBQ1HgrP/s400/passport.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Taking his photo was a nightmare - it was close to 15 mins and 10 takes after that we managed a decent shot</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFjARbG4wfldfKhIfcSiXun6QdQ6Z7gdPYkkIFBjD_QjPaEjMXrU1PXV4oByBO0kKE86-4ex1o7t8Y7sbnxbZwkbBDw5nBGQjEVTGW01SYt14WN5ucTsaRZpiFV7clvlSOT5eCvPZW1Fs/s1600-h/bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187914651266145330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFjARbG4wfldfKhIfcSiXun6QdQ6Z7gdPYkkIFBjD_QjPaEjMXrU1PXV4oByBO0kKE86-4ex1o7t8Y7sbnxbZwkbBDw5nBGQjEVTGW01SYt14WN5ucTsaRZpiFV7clvlSOT5eCvPZW1Fs/s400/bed.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em> Jumping - jumping - jumping: at the hotel in Singapore</em></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNCFXMLTs1kPADtYNtog5XtUNXyEKE_6gflutb6j8o1WGGLcf2U4hjdB1kv__icXhr3p_PorMjHDolrleEXw2sL2Y2-1TlI4eXwjBZEGN56RcbsfUeAZAcxrDKnoJJP4NbVOCXAyUbWeG/s1600-h/bed2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187914406453009442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNCFXMLTs1kPADtYNtog5XtUNXyEKE_6gflutb6j8o1WGGLcf2U4hjdB1kv__icXhr3p_PorMjHDolrleEXw2sL2Y2-1TlI4eXwjBZEGN56RcbsfUeAZAcxrDKnoJJP4NbVOCXAyUbWeG/s400/bed2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><em> Ma mee - can we take this bed home?</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-74925874014433621352008-04-09T17:41:00.002+08:002008-04-09T17:44:57.138+08:00Ma - Mee<span style="font-family:verdana;">09 April 2008, Wednesday</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After a long hiatus from writing - you could call it many things such as writer's block, no time, too busy although I would beg you not to think that I'm too lazy; I'm finally trying to pick up from where I left off. Which is rather difficult, because 3 months is really a long time and lots to update on Aiden's development thus far.<br /><br />Well, let me keep it simple and just share on the latest development which has me beaming from ear to ear every time I hear Aiden say it. After a 22-month wait, Aiden's finally able to call me Mummy! He's had the problem with pronouncing the "i" in Mummy. All this time, he calls me Ma Ma; which sounds like what you'd call your paternal grandmother in Cantonese.<br /><br />He surprised me one day with a soft version of Ma-Mee (literally soft so much so I had to prompt him to repeat – which of course he didn’t). It took another full 24 hours before I heard it again. Now he's able to call for me without me prompting him to, usually runs to me, calling me at the same time.<br /><br />The other word he frequently uses when he wants to get our attention is "B" – actually short for Baby. Maybe I should stop using terms of endearment as freely as I usually do ~ I usually call my hubby – "B". This is especially when I need to call him loudly – usually he is either downstairs and I'm upstairs or vice versa. These days, Aiden will stand at the top of the stairs, hanging on to the baby gate, and yell "B, B" for anyone. He even calls out to the maid saying "B" <slaps>.<br /><br />So there you go, my first entry and I promise to do better next time huh?<br /></span> </div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-67225483312124475892008-01-15T16:42:00.000+08:002008-12-13T15:46:39.559+08:00Aiden's New Home15 January 2008, Tuesday<br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /><em>[yet another backdated post]</em><br /><br />Aiden was very excited when he got into his new home. It fitted him perfectly, and this was one home where he could actually reach for the windows and doors! Both mummy and daddy stood aside proudly while he explored this new place and after a good 10 seconds, he declared it His.<br /><br />You may be wondering if we just bought a new place? Actually, no…. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center">l</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWQ6RR4md3Yq6ZocF6k2i3CvKYQbPbOhPb0GFrZJuqhuizYN2x1Zv95SBK8HS8GEs5a7YwE8kjV8rjd7Awh6HmyohvwPbtWGrXWqfL2yrYGv24wnPFMGTqapUveY4JSNecGJHPbZJvwjr/s1600-h/PC251206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155621394066005042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWQ6RR4md3Yq6ZocF6k2i3CvKYQbPbOhPb0GFrZJuqhuizYN2x1Zv95SBK8HS8GEs5a7YwE8kjV8rjd7Awh6HmyohvwPbtWGrXWqfL2yrYGv24wnPFMGTqapUveY4JSNecGJHPbZJvwjr/s400/PC251206.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> this new place is just the right height for me</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcb1DE_g1KK0YlylF4XZ1ihlXyy0-Dwu9Xy_F9KC2Jm5xdEzh01cf9zx85Fi-uuQM5SzI0qV1eYUUT_B8ylytTd273BzgnUdorcZival6rtvyWp5AVum0SGni2MYyDCe1JdpTV_dr7lIFY/s1600-h/PC251210.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155623567319456866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcb1DE_g1KK0YlylF4XZ1ihlXyy0-Dwu9Xy_F9KC2Jm5xdEzh01cf9zx85Fi-uuQM5SzI0qV1eYUUT_B8ylytTd273BzgnUdorcZival6rtvyWp5AVum0SGni2MYyDCe1JdpTV_dr7lIFY/s400/PC251210.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> check out the window - I can actually reach the sill</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBUx1I-OzTNhoKwCFxWqppdbUyUTzc2IydQA7cGNZxt2AYIyU51Lx0ETbRlHA_s2woJE4KjFPbdL0Y42VVfuZUr1WoZix0sZM8HPrYuoUL0e_Yc1GR49tl7vLWt7d4RWwH6EHIf0OcMJh/s1600-h/PC251207.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155621651764042818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBUx1I-OzTNhoKwCFxWqppdbUyUTzc2IydQA7cGNZxt2AYIyU51Lx0ETbRlHA_s2woJE4KjFPbdL0Y42VVfuZUr1WoZix0sZM8HPrYuoUL0e_Yc1GR49tl7vLWt7d4RWwH6EHIf0OcMJh/s400/PC251207.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> ahh - let's get comfortable</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjWCh-fP3Z3gMP3VflgEGUbX5zHOrFqWCM1bHOjup4iHihIvx-sdqM3pvEip6vdE1glht_E9W4y6kl83C6es60CPaRp0ycXVcHBp4MMcO3_pwCo85vZfotm7WMLfBgARvgoXNVRNmC-07/s1600-h/PC251209.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155621866512407634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjWCh-fP3Z3gMP3VflgEGUbX5zHOrFqWCM1bHOjup4iHihIvx-sdqM3pvEip6vdE1glht_E9W4y6kl83C6es60CPaRp0ycXVcHBp4MMcO3_pwCo85vZfotm7WMLfBgARvgoXNVRNmC-07/s400/PC251209.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Daddy - can we take this home?</span></em> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Aha - Caught you there! This was taken on Christmas Day in <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.Westin.com/KualaLumpur">Westin Hotel, KL</a>. The 3 of us, hubby, baby and 1 splurged 1 night and stayed in the hotel on Christmas' Eve. We had a 5 course set dinner at EEST (a restaurant in Westin) and later on took to the KL lights around Bukit Bintang area and Pavilion. Of course Aiden had the most fun exploring the hotel room and huge bathroom and didn’t get to bed until 1130pm that night. As for me and hubby, we slept on Westin's trademark "Heavenly Bed" full of bliss……</div></div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-2845639818255922042008-01-14T11:43:00.000+08:002008-12-13T15:46:39.721+08:00Aiden's First Mail<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">14 Jan 2008, Monday<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>[backdated post]<br /></em><br />I was so excited – on behalf of Aiden that is, when I saw a package in our post box! It was Aiden's first mail, all the way from Sydney Australia.<br /><br />It's from <a href="http://nottibee.com/">Little Phoebe</a> and I've uploaded some photos that we took of Aiden whilst he opened the package. Noticed that he's already in his pajamas getting ready for sleep, but we kept him up anyway!<br /><br />Mommibee- I don’t think the photos did justice to your present :)<br /></span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHxntVrSZtbl3-WFm9YH2UM4PO3ZdAJJnvvflA3lv3toPXDuSVM8szG1L_5tjazDmePaj94DFjvK38zo0klqxhReXfP5Vx8KsBNL1s3PCuNw7bcmW4IDsJhNiBlEabEaxRKSYLaRaiSBG/s1600-h/Present.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155173467631737890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHxntVrSZtbl3-WFm9YH2UM4PO3ZdAJJnvvflA3lv3toPXDuSVM8szG1L_5tjazDmePaj94DFjvK38zo0klqxhReXfP5Vx8KsBNL1s3PCuNw7bcmW4IDsJhNiBlEabEaxRKSYLaRaiSBG/s400/Present.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">A BIG THANK YOU, HUGS & KISSES from Aiden to Phoebe ! Look at the last picture, where Aiden has put Phoebe's photo next to his cheek. We asked him to "sayang" Phoebe !!</span></em>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-71026307487194130252008-01-14T11:11:00.000+08:002008-12-13T15:46:40.080+08:00Preparing for Christmas 2007<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">14 Jan 2008, Monday<br /><br /><em>[backdated post]</em><br /><br />Here's Santa's little helper….well, not so little anymore eh? Now, he can help me hang ornaments on the tree (errr – I think it was more like removing and destroying the ornaments on the tree).<br /><br />When I was putting up the tree, I recalled Xmas 2006, when he was barely 6 months old and was presented with a walker by my parents! How time flies!</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Psst - there will be several backdated posts coming ahead as I have not updated my blog for so long !</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCMnDXC3cT6Sfedu_ohi5EFH9SITEVHZiD8_JCmK2e9Qmz_PsVD0VGwY4XFjBay_tQTuvgkGuBhrmnAzhA-tEZkAl4r0ULI0uZ9Hx72eT5Rbyx4lepposJ7OQVcfY4YsHsz7ckKkRajPZ/s1600-h/Xmas+2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155165487582501890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCMnDXC3cT6Sfedu_ohi5EFH9SITEVHZiD8_JCmK2e9Qmz_PsVD0VGwY4XFjBay_tQTuvgkGuBhrmnAzhA-tEZkAl4r0ULI0uZ9Hx72eT5Rbyx4lepposJ7OQVcfY4YsHsz7ckKkRajPZ/s400/Xmas+2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-aPiyKAqU6EBr6KSyoGjxL_XY9kH92CN8sAjVr0ibyRXk72u4krmMr2DJOwjqm7iTFnB-Jd-sUiCWfPDOg0pFbrsswl4mq6K6EQ2tPZ7augO23kZinAlVdaSMM0Fz_TBZQ-E2jhAMYB8b/s1600-h/Xmas+2007_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155165663676161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-aPiyKAqU6EBr6KSyoGjxL_XY9kH92CN8sAjVr0ibyRXk72u4krmMr2DJOwjqm7iTFnB-Jd-sUiCWfPDOg0pFbrsswl4mq6K6EQ2tPZ7augO23kZinAlVdaSMM0Fz_TBZQ-E2jhAMYB8b/s400/Xmas+2007_2.jpg" border="0" /></a>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-74719552189866799912007-11-09T14:36:00.000+08:002008-12-13T15:46:40.177+08:00K-K-C Amongst Others<p align="justify">09 November 2007, Friday<br /><br />Bliss for me … I am off today from work so that makes it a 4-day weekend for me, with yesterday being Deepavali. Much as I am enjoying the break, Aiden isn’t with me today. Instead I am babysitting a bunch of workers who are here to do some renovation works in my house.<br /><br />Now with Aiden totting along everywhere we go, safety at home becomes a priority and our renovation is partly due to that. <a href="http://mytwogirls.net/">ZMM</a> can attest to this as she lives in the same neighbourhood as I am in. Hopefully everything gets sorted out by the end of the weekend so that at least I'm able to have peace in the house without the workers' tools hankering away.<br /><br />Now back to the title of the post, you must be wondering what K-K-C is? In short, it's the little boy's "teapot spout" in the Chinese dialect – Hokkien. Aiden's maternal grandfather thought him this one day, and ever since then, if anyone asked him where his K-K-C is, he will pat with his hands on his diapers pointing to his private part. <em>*LOL*<br /></em><br />Our little boy is sure growing up fast, picking up what we say and do almost instantly. Eg: </p><ol><li>Takes the feather duster and cleans the table (follows the maid)</li><li>During bath time, he is able to walk to the cupboard and pick out his face towel for showering, walks into the shower and waits for me</li><li>Uses his toy (which aids him to walk when he was much younger) and pretends that it's the vacuum cleaner and hovers below the table and chairs pretending to clean</li><li>Wipes the table with the cloth if he accidentally spills water / food</li><li>Gets cheekier and pushes the limit when it comes to bedtime. He now sleeps at 930pm</li><li>Starting to get picky with food depending on moods. There are days when he rejects his fruits but will say yes to his favourite yoghurt the next minute</li></ol>Well, I guess that's really the joy of watching your kid grow up…<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17bdBLlv3POJ72Wyo2oNgW80NCM86E_75FHtOP3OHuuU2EB5wb0HjAWRFWgaATrdDxYoPCicsOnNGjL7j8wWt5BNP54eJcaBbBUmyKPRoAsZC8fHxr8l7G-Pr6vf2aqx-DC87bjNjfLdR/s1600-h/Aiden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130733161859389474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17bdBLlv3POJ72Wyo2oNgW80NCM86E_75FHtOP3OHuuU2EB5wb0HjAWRFWgaATrdDxYoPCicsOnNGjL7j8wWt5BNP54eJcaBbBUmyKPRoAsZC8fHxr8l7G-Pr6vf2aqx-DC87bjNjfLdR/s400/Aiden.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Aiden after his hair cut 2 weeks ago</span></span></em><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ309lgRA4g-AB0kpFHqE3ILJOQ9QJE7jJJwYWhoEfLsxjSEX2c63eQN4A5NN1NjZZVdJOLEMHxYBjgukn5MotKZ5XT1dR2a8KgN6LlCarMqIChZQMogeVUM4u23A50u5IhUJHFvt_PH0K/s1600-h/Aiden.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGUjoSEyV0isInuaLJ4SWCuhTEuL3ZDdw0R_e1giqfVKmI8efzdHzuKTYUuo75fzLQgV8TWG9e5UL78xIsEiQF7R0_QtcSEF_kiMJwxoYqfX_QW_8WnhIiYSDr3eCdopkwsKoLD1nYcuSu/s1600-h/Aiden.jpg"></a>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-68180012881109036362007-10-24T17:31:00.000+08:002008-12-13T15:46:40.321+08:00My New Chair<span style="font-family:verdana;">25 October 2007, Thursday</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This was a newborn gift from MIL which we did not open for Aiden until recently. When we got around to assembling it last weekend, Aiden was really excited and was engrossed with the little light and plastic book attached to the table for a little while....err... noticed when I said "a little while"; cause after half hour, he had abandoned the new toy !! Arrgggh.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgnjRnOK6cppvpGq1wQv-RXZzm6F980ly_YbriVRpOzPSnIa4RFjaPm1lLi3TP1GzoFeXL8p8PXu5nM_fyEf6UDg9jMVp_HPztEoTxQw2d_bI-OpNwP7vE0HGGC8_jeFurONg4E4FDgkj/s1600-h/chair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124833777047311362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgnjRnOK6cppvpGq1wQv-RXZzm6F980ly_YbriVRpOzPSnIa4RFjaPm1lLi3TP1GzoFeXL8p8PXu5nM_fyEf6UDg9jMVp_HPztEoTxQw2d_bI-OpNwP7vE0HGGC8_jeFurONg4E4FDgkj/s400/chair.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's some updates about him (I forgot to do so on his 16th month):</span></div><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">takes baby yoghurt on alternate days and I have finally started him on fish and also pork</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">still takes 6-7 oz of milk, 3 times a day</span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He has become more attached to me, especially in the mornings, and I can practically do nothing cause he hangs on to my leg like a monkey :)</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">He is able to recognize:</span></p><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">certain shapes (round, triangle, start and square) and is able to fit these blocks into the shape sorter</span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">yellow colour. why I mention this is because he has been observing me plucking yellow leaves from my hibiscus plants, and he surprised all of us last week, by going to my plants and plucking only yellow leaves and gently lay them at the bottom of the flower pots!!</span></div></li></ul><p></p><p><br /></p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-37804686957963820432007-10-16T23:24:00.000+08:002007-10-18T12:33:03.293+08:00To Give Or Not Give<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">16 October 2007, Tuesday<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>(Part 1 of our trip to Siem Reap)<br /></em><br />That is the question that constantly plagued Hubs and I when we visited Siem Reap some weeks back. Apart from visiting the astounding ruins of what we have come to know as Angkor Wat and its surrounding temples such as Angkor Thom; Hubs and I were overwhelmed with the level of poverty and the sight of grubby children and pleading young mothers with comatose babies can be pretty hard to bear.<br /><br />So it's an aged old question for us, and we all know that most of the time pity is what moves us to give but is giving always the right thing to do? Also, due to this tourist habit of giving in to child begging, many of the poor Khmer parents are forced to send their children to beg while they stay at home. According to Friend's International, Khmer children have the capacity to earn up to 10 times more as compared to their parents take home pay if they were both working full time.<br /><br />Some of the most disturbing scenes of beggars in Cambodia are those involving mothers with young babies. Hubs and I experienced this during a boat ride out in the Tonle Sap Lake. During a leisure stop by the tour guide, a small sampan guided by a young mother and her 3 children – a teenage girl, a young boy around 5 years old and a baby stopped by our boat. As though on cue, the teenage girl started to plead with me to buy a can of soft drink or some bananas; the little boy (only in short pants) was crying and it was obvious his mother was scolding him. We didn’t know what the girl was saying (they were Vietnamese), and all I understood was these 3 words "Please … buy something". I was cajoled into buying a can of soft drink for USD1, of which I gave to the boat driver. They awful thing was that as soon as they kayaked away, the teenage girl stopped her pity look and talked in normal tones with her mother and the boy had stop crying altogether. They were heading towards their next target some 100 meters away…<br /><br />Here are some photos we captured of the Floating Village where Khmers and Vietnamese (we were told they were refugees) live together:<br /><br /><embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=72057594049174158&site=widget-8e.slide.com"></embed> <div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&ad=0&id=72057594049174158&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p1/72057594049174158/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&ad=0&id=72057594049174158&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-8e.slide.com/p2/72057594049174158/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><em>to be continued..<br /></em><br />Note: NGO's and welfare workers in Cambodia seek for tourists to help children and the community through various alternatives. They have a huge network managed by Friends –International with the support of Cambodia Ministry of Tourism, USAID, UNICEF, AusAID amongst many others.</span></div>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205334734970717974.post-41144298780882098932007-10-08T10:23:00.000+08:002007-10-08T10:36:21.746+08:00Aiden Is Now Walking<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">08 October 2007, Monday</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Logging in from my new office already....been so busy last week, that I have yet the time to sort out our photos from the trip to Siem Reap.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'll try to do so by this week. In the meantime, here's a short clip of Aiden walking. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">H~E~L~P: this mummy and daddy very tired from running after him !</span></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwb2a_MLwJ9uc78c8OJZhWSMX67J5bSN4s0hkahMb9G1YfiByrZTlMO7IG1JCP6hekGtFHnwfB8aUoyr7rxWw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p>milkmaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401912573675393892noreply@blogger.com23