2 VISITORS IN ONE DAY!


Gillian came this morning and bought wanton mee with extra wantons for my lunch. So sweet of her. Yes, as usual, she is mesmerised by my DS. She stayed till 5 plus and was a great help to us. I even had time to make 2 boxes of potato salad! She just loves playing with Joash. We had a good time chatting and oops... gossiping (thou shall not gossip!!!) about people around us. She mentioned that she wants to find a guy that loves kids so that she can bring Joash out on her dates... hmm... poor guy! So whoever is interested in her, please make sure you like kids especially my son, hee hee. I think any guy who marries her is very blessed. She can cook, bake, do housework, make crafts, loves kids, independent, patient ... etc. Oh ya, we talked a lot about men today! So Juicy! Pray that she will really find the right guy who will love her and not take her for granted. Gillian all the best in your search for Mr. Right, remember not Mr. Always Right har!

The next person who visited us today and brought mooncakes from Goodwood Park Hotel (actually he delivers them on behalf of Aunty Leow) is none other then my.....
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I love my papa and I know he loves me too! He played with Joash for a little while and went off to my brother's place to deliver the mooncakes.

So this is how I spent my Friday... right now waiting for for DH to come back with dinner (10pm, *frown*) after prayer meeting.

7 CHARACTERISTICS OF A TRUE FRIEND




















The very pretty lady in green is my Best Friend (BF), Adeline. She is also a SAHM. Her son is already 2 yrs old. BTW, If Barnabas is still around, they will be about the same age. We got pregnant at the same time - not arranged... hmm... anyway this kind of thing how to do it purposely :) We were friends since Poly and still is!!!!!! I am not going to talk about our past here cos it will be too much to record all down. She has showed me what being a friend really is. I got on my list below, 7 characteristics of a friend and coincidentally, it spells out her name. Here goes,

A TRUE FRIEND IS:

1. Accepting - This is the number one characteristic of any relationships. Nothing is more important than to be accepted by someone you loved. By acceptance, I don't mean accepting blindly and let your friend do anything she wants even if it's bad and still pretend to smile. That's hypocritical! I meant, when something goes wrong, the person will honestly tell you but will still love you just as much despite the mistake.
I am very relaxed when I am with my BF cos I know she will not critise or despise me for any nonsense I say or do. If it's really bad, she will tell me. Vice versa.... hee hee!

2. Dependable - A friend needs to be someone that you can depend on, especially with secrets! And when you are down, the person will be there to encourage you and sometimes just to keep quiet and listen. Another word, she must be trustworthy.
My BF & I shares our darkest secrets and we know no one else will ever find out. When I am upset, she listens empathically and patiently as I poured out my woes. And when I am happy, she shares in my happiness!

3. Easy-going- Yes, you don't have to worry about saying the wrong things. The both of you can chat just about everything under the sun. Conflicts will be lesser if both takes things easier. Being around with too serious people can be very stressful. That's the last thing you need cos life itself, (esp in Singapore) is stressful enough. You just want a friend who can laugh and joke with you without worrying that you might offend her.
My dear BF & I chat on the phone almost everyday. We spent lots of time laughing and talking about our favourite blogger, Mr Brown, of course! I am never worried about offending her cos I know she knows!!

4. Loving - What is friendship without love! More so if you are a christian. Read 1 cor 13 and you will know what love empasses. Also read about David and Jonathan's close friendship in Kings. Love is really more of that person and less of yourself! Not just loving words but loving actions too. Proverbs 17:17 says that a friend loves at all times. Yup, love is all around me, come on and and let it shows!
Needless to say, my BF & I love each other in deeds and in words!

5. Involved - Your friend will loved to be involved in what you are doing so that she can be your greatest support. And yes, your best prayer partner & sometimes even counselor.
My hubby laughed every time he sees me reporting everything to my BF! My BF prays for me as well as my DS. She is also someone I go to for advice.

6. Never taking things for granted - A friend knows her boundaries and is sensitive to your feelings and needs. She respects your decisions, likes, dislikes and most importantly you as a person.
Though Adeline and I have been friends for many years, we still says please and thank you each time we do something for each other. And she remembers my birthday (I always missed hers by a day... really bad! But she is not upset cos she knows me!), my likes & dislikes. In fact we have common enemies - cockroaches & spring onions! Yucks, yucks yucks.......etc.

7. Ever ready - A friend will put down whatever she is doing when you need her help or her shoulder to cry on. She is like a soldier at the frontline, ever ready to give, love and support.
I remembered when Barnabas was in hospital (the day before he passed away), my BF was with me the whole night till morning, leaving her then 4 months old baby at home with her hubby. She was there comforting me the whole night.

Yup, A.D.E.L.I.N.E is what makes a true friend. I believe there are more to add on to the list. I am very blessed to have two best friends in my life. One is Adeline and the other my Dear Hubby.

A note to Adeline: Thanks for being my friend for so many years and still being there for me each time I need you.

A note to my Dear Hubby: You will always be my best friend till death do us part! Thanks for sharing this life with me.

Finally a note to all: Be A.D.E.L.I.N.E, treasure your friendships with one another. Your friend is one of the vessels that the Lord used to brighten your day and put an arm around you when you need one.

NEW SHOES FOR JOASH

This is one irresistable picture of Joash. Don't care if DH is going to load it up too!












Bought this shoe from sale at Milkaholic online. They are made from lamb's skin. They are so soft and nice. Hope Joash will like them too!

FIRST VISIT TO A CHINESE SINSEH

We brought DS to see a chinese sinseh today. This is the first time I see a christian Chinese sinseh. And his clinic is just opposite Raffles Hospital, where DS was born. I am desperate to get help for DS farting & burping problems cos DH & I getting tired from waking up in the middle of the night (a few times) to carry him just to burp and fart!!!! And he also cry a lot, a lot when woken up to do all these nonsense.

Ok about this fellow, he is a gentle, patient, fat, short & oily haired sinseh. He was recommended by a friend. Heard that he can cure lupus, gastro problems, autism.... many many sickness lar! But his clinic, ai yo, so tiny & "log kok", haha, he is the receptionist, physician & cashier all at the same time! And I am sure he is not poor, judging by the number of patients he has and can only see him by appointments.

He "Ba Mai" for DS and check his spine. I seriously do not know how he can tell what's wrong with DS by just doing all these. Plus, DS's wrist is so tiny! He said DS is healthy but a bit of wheezing due to milk intolerant (I am happy to hear that he is healthy !) and that some babies just will experience all these problems ( I am not happy to hear thaat!) cos their digestive system not "expanded" so just put a warm cloth over his tummy to 'expand "it! So in the end, no help for us. I thought DS will be completely fine tonight after seeing him. Well I am expecting too much! So I must grit my teeth and bear with it until don't know when........sigh.

SInce I am there, I also asked him about my eczema that seems to be gettting worse. He told me that he noticed it when he saw me. He said it's the aftermath of childbirth! But he can only help me after I stop breast feeding cos herbs can pass thru' milk to DS. That's means i have to wait for another 1 year... ai yo, suffering man, cannot wear sexy clothing!

Ok that's all for tonight, got to run to DS when he cries, fart or burp! Grrrrrrrrrr.....................................

JUST A THOUGHT ON MARRIAGE

Hey, those of you who are single and looking for a partner, please choose carefully! Open your eyes wide.

Just a thought on marriage. I have seen countless unhappy women after marriage and mind you, they are educated (some more educated and smarter than their partner!) and beautiful. Somehow they seem better off single. I have a sis-in-law who married a bum. He asked her for money and even dared to throw tantrums any time he feels like it. My sis in law gave him 2 daughters. Ok ok she may not be beautiful and sexy but she is a very hardworking and easy going person to be with. I rememebered her telling me that she sometimes just wish to leave him. Anyway, she don't need him cos she is financially capable to take care of both kids and herslf. If I am in her position, I most probably would opt out.

Then there is another sis in law who is a stay at home mum. Well, their marriage is "traditional". She does everything in the house and he brings back the bread. Yes, he don't help at all, my sis in law singlehandedly took care of the kids. I don't know how she can survive. I think I will be very miserable in this type of marriage cos I will be so bored!

So what about my marriage. I wish I can tell you that it is perfect but honestly, it is a far cry from it! Ok, just in case you think my marriage is on rocks, tell you now, it is not. I must say i miss those dates we used to have, yes we looked into each other eyes and get all giddy. I liked it when DH disappeared suddenly when i go toilet and appeared again with a stalk of tulip (that time no $, so 1 stalk gd enough!). We were so loving and passionate then. Of course we have our fair share of quarrels like all couples but we never fail to make up each time.

Now after almost 7 years of marriage and with a child, the passion seems to lessen and we became ordinary. I am not complaining but just misses those times. What to do, we have a child, a big bag & a stroller to carry. How to hold hands and look into each other eyes. I guess it is our commitment and covenant to the Lord that keeps us going even thru' confilcts. I wish I can say we have mastered the art of solving conflict. Haha, no no, tho' we're still learning. As a woman I yearned for a loving gesture, something out of the ordinary, something special at times. But many times, we are just so tired and sometimes frustrated after a hard day at work and taking care of our child. I wish I can say DS brought us closer....... somehow raising a child can bring out the worst in a person and of course the best too! Sometimes I think I had changed into an awful and unloving person. I get upset easily and wants things to be done my way. Maybe the responsibility is great and I want to do it well. I hope DH can understand it is not easy to be a mum and a wife at the same time. I want our son to grow up in a loving and caring family. So I guess, I must try to be a better example to him.

Yup, that's all I want to say, single gals, go and enjoy your freedom now and of course if you want, look out for a nice guy. Remember, marriage is a lifetime commitment and a covenant. Don't eyes "ta" stamps ok!

A THANKFUL HEART IS A HAPPY HEART

After reading Mrs Brown's letter to someone yesterday, I felt like writing down my own thoughts about my son, Barnabas. She wrote to encourage the person who has a autistic child. it was really touching.

Actually, there were many questions on my mind when he passed on. I know no one can really give me answers to them except the Lord. Still right now I choose to relive those painful memories. Somehow, It feels like peeling from a healed wound.

When Barn passed away, I wondered why God took him away only after 7 months. Why not earlier so that I will not be attached to him emotionally? Well, I realised that the Lord knew I needed those times to learn to trust and depend on Him totally, He knew I hate to lose control over situations. I remembered when Barn had to go thru' emergencies and Tommy was at work, I was left all alone outside the ICU feeling very helpless. I just sat on the steps and cry softly for God to help him. Then the Holy Spirit reminded me to give thanks in all situations. Many times, I sat there crying, singing and giving thanks. Yes, The Lord gave me supernatuarl strength to do this. I was stil worried but knowing that the Lord is with me brought comfort to my heart.

The worst part was to watched your child died slowly before you. I could recalled Barn was coughing out blood and bile. He was almost lifeless that night. I did not even dare to look or go close to him cos I knew I would not be able to take it. When he passed away that morning, I never felt so lost before. I could not describe the pain and sadness I felt that day. I guess it feels like a dagger stabbing into your heart a miillion times! When we had to walk him down the hospital mortuary, I carried him and cried silently down the corridor. It was the most painful and longest walk of my life. I asked the Lord why? I told no one cos I knew they would not understand. Now I know how painful it is for God to watch His only Son nailed to the cross and died for people like us. He even had to turn his back on him. That day, God taught me to let go and trust that He knows best.

Again, at the wake, I thought God would raised Barn from the dead like Lazarus. I really really wanted that to happen (only ale knows abt this!). But it did not. God has other plans. He wanted me to see pain as a form of strength. I know I will never be able to be who I am today without Him. I knew I had to let go and give thanks for things I do not understand and believe that all things work together for good for those who loves God, to those who are called according to His purpose. Indeed, a thankful heart is a happy heart.

God is the strength of my heart, my first love, my first breath and my first joy. The world can never take that away from me. I love the lyrics of this song, it speaks of what I really feels: "My First Love, forever You wil be, My First Breath, You're the Life I breathe, My First Joy, the world can never take from me, my covenant with You, Jesus."

ps: a note to a dear friend whose child is diagnosed with autisim. I cannot say I understand how you feel but I admired your courage and faith in God. I believed the Lord heard your every prayers for healing and providence just as He did for me. Luv you and God bless!

We brought DS to a chinese massage therapist yesterday at Burlington Sq. It was interesting to discover that diferent acupoints in the body affects our health. The therapist was very gentle and patient. He did not massage for DS but instead he taught us how to massage for him. He was afraid that DS would have phobia of being massaged. Joash kept staring at him throughout the whole consultation. It was really funny cos no matter how the therapist play or touch him, he would not reciprocate with a smile. The therapist held DS's hand and to our amazement, he could tell that DS has digestion problem. He said his gall bladder and the liver areas are "blocked" and need to massaged certain points in the body to "unblocked" it. Actually I was giggling in my heart when I heard it cos it sounds so out of the world to me. So in spite of my doubts, we tried massaging him on those suggested areas, and hear this, DS GAVE A LOUD FART!. The therapist was so pleased and kept praising him. Wow, I was totally sold out to this therapy stuff after that.

He also held our hands and gave us a diagnosis of our health conditions. DH is healthy tho' he has a little digestion problem. As for me, he could tell that I had weak lungs due to childhood Bronchitis and skin problem. He could even tell me that I had a very bad fall on my bum bum before (he told me that it had not recovered completely!). My right chest area was also tight so he suggested some acupoints for me to massaged. I also have digestion problems as well. He said DS could have inherited his digestive problems from the both of us. In fact, DS seems to have more of my genes!

I must say this consultation was enlightening given that I usually don't believe in such acupoints stuff. Hmm.. now I am considering going for a massage to "unblock" all my acupoints (sounds like some kind of martial arts show!)
BTW, this massage therapy reminded me of Ps G cos he too enjoys helping us "rubbed" those points when any of us has flu or just feeling tired. Ya, how I missed him and his, haha "nonsense".

Thks to DS, these are 4 words that I hate ever since January:

1) burp (sound)
2) fart (sound)
3) cry (sound)

The "WORD THAT I HATE MOST" Award goes to....
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Every night, DH & I have to help our DS to shit. How? We got to lift up his legs and hold them there for a long time before he passed them all out. If he doesn't, he will not be able to sleep well thru' the night, and we will have a hard time too! The same goes for burp & fart! Ya, We just did all that 10 mins ago...... Grr........................

Since I am on this topic, I might as well post this poop name list that I had read, really quite funny.

The Poop Name List

The Perfect Dump - Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect dump, it's rare, but a thing of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with the splashless grace of an expert diver. But that's not the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you are in perfect harmony with it.

The Beer Dump - Talk about nasty dumps. Depending on the dumper's tolerance, the beer dump is the end result of too many beers. it could have been 2 or 22, it doesn't matter. What you get is a sinister, lengthy, noisy dump accompanied by a malevolent fog that could close a bathroom for days.

The Chili Dump - Hot when it goes in, and rocket fuel when it leaves. The chili dump stays with you all day, making your tush feel like a heat shield. (personally, I really hate this poop! so uncomfortable)

The Cable Dump - Long, curly and perfectly formed like 2 feet of E13 telephone CO-axial cable. It loops lazily around the bowl, like a friendly serpent. You wonder admiringly, "DID I DO THAT? Where did it come from?" you leave the bathroom pleased with yourself.

The Latrine Dump - In case you didn't know, a latrine is a hole in the ground with a tent around it where soldiers, boy scouts and flies go to dump. Tip: Don't ever, ever look in the hole.

The Mona Lisa Dump - This is the masterpiece of dumps. It's as perfectly formed as it can be. Delicate and slender with intricacies that would make da Vinci weep. And just think, you made it yourself. You may even want to break out the Polaroid, but maybe that's going a bit too far.

The Empty Roll Dump - You're done...you reach for the toilet paper only to discover that empty cardboard cylinder. A mild panic begins coldly in your throat. You could use the curtains...no, someone would say "Where are the curtains?" Then what would you say? The rug?...too cumbersome. Then you must come to the same conclusion that every "empty roll dumper" must face...Pull up your slacks, tighten your tush and wriggle yourself to the nearest full roll. (Singapore no full roll, got to think hard man!)

The Splash Back Dump - You send the dump on its way, it drops like a depth charge into the bowl creating a column of cold bowl water that washes your bottom with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you're wet and embarrassed.Tip: Blot instead of wiping.

The Aborted Dump - You are in mid-dump when the phone rings. What do you do? ABORT! Pinch it off, go for the phone, and save the rest for later. It isn't pretty, but you've gotta do what you gotta do. (I gotta do this a lot cos Joash always cry while I was in the toilet! Can even get constipation!)

The Caesarian Dump - Pain, that's what this dump and childbirth have in common. Its simply a case of too much dump trying to go through too small a hole, and there's no obstetrician to help.

The Alfresco Dump - Everyone has had to go outdoors from time to time. This can be a rather pleasant experience really. The open air, the nature, and a good bush all contribute to the peaceful ambiance that our primitive forefathers must have enjoyed. What can screw up this harmonious interlude is a troop of brownies or a patch of poison ivy.

The Childbirth Dump - This is a dump that is simply too big to go through the aperture provided by nature for the purpose. You sit there, thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts, and it isn't going to get any better. You wonder if you'll ever see your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming "Man dies trying to hatch monster loaf". You realize you'll have to resolve the crisis before you can leave the bathroom. Basically there are only three things you can do:
1. Scream 2. Call an Obstetrician 3. Hope like hell have enough Vaseline to get you through it.

The Tijuana Trot Dump - The phrase "Sh*t Happens" really applies here in a big way. When the ice in your tainted margarita makes contact with your lower intestinal tract, the fun begins. For the next 72 hours you'd be better off if you carried your own portable toilet with you because you will spend most of that time on the pot and the rest of the time in a fetal position. Now you realize why Mexico never had a navy.

The Machine Gun Dump - You're just sitting there in a state of sublime peace when all of a sudden you emit a group of noisy gassy bursts that break the silence like machine gun fire. The guy in the next stall hits the floor like a combat veteran cradling his umbrella like an M16...damn commies.

The Sound Effect Dump - You feel a noisy one coming on. Relatives, friends or work mates are within earshot, so you must employ some clever techniques to cover the disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is obviously very important here. At the precise moment of release, try the following sound effects:
1. Flush the toilet 2. Sing the first two stanzas of your national anthem 3. Drop a handful of quarters on the floor (worse if you are in the public toilet! very ma lu...)

The Security Dump - You have enough on your mind when you're in the bathroom without worrying about a lockless door and someone bursting in to find you in mid-dump mode. So how can you prevent this embarrassing spectacle from taking place? One way is to strategically place your foot against the door. If you can't reach to do this...hum loudly

The Cling-On Dump - For the most part you've completed your dump, but there's one little morsel that refuses to drop off. You're getting impatient. Someone else wants to use your stall. So, you grip the seat with both hands and wriggle, twist and pump but that last little stubborn piece just hangs there, suspended, clinging like a canned peach between you and the bowl water. Maybe the person pounding impatiently on the door has scissors. (this sounds cute!)

The Houdini Dump - You go, then you stand up to flush, and the darn thing has disappeared. Where'd it go? Did it creep down the pipe? Did you dream the whole thing? Is it lurking out of sight? Should you wipe...maybe you should just to make sure you went. Should you flush? you'd better, because if you don't, you know it will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in

The Flu Dump - You feel so bad that you don't know which end of you to put down first. You have roaring cramps, so you sit down. Then a wave of nausea rolls over you like a cold fog, so you stand up and cramps squeeze your intestines like a vice so you sit down again...up down up down. Don't you wish Mom were close by?

The Porta-Pottie Dump - Construction workers and outdoor concert goers will tell you about going in a portable toilet. My best description would be, "Its like taking a shit in an upright coffin". Its claustrophobic and it smells bad...best advice...go in a paper cup.

The Proctologist Dump - In the beginning, the lord created the earth, the sky and the firmament, but I hope he didn't create this dump, because there is nothing biblical about it, you run out of gas. That's right, you run out of propulsion. The dump is right there at the end of your barrel and refuses to go any further. You grunt, you squeeze, you wriggle but it just stays there like a lump of lead. You've only got two choices here. One is to squeeze the damn thing back up your intestine and wait until next time. The other is to pretend you're a proctologist and go after it yourself. Not a pretty picture is it??

The Whole Roll Dump- No matter how much you wipe, it doesn't seem to be enough. You blow the whole roll and you have to flush 25 times too. The whole episode is consumer waste.

The Graffiti Dump - You flush the dump and the swirling motion of the receding bowl water forces the dump to the porcelain sides, scraping a creative squiggle on its way down. You flush again but the curlicue hangs there...love it or leave it. Its your choice.

The Encore Dump - Ahhhh, you're done, so you wipe, put yourself together, wash your hands and are about to vacate the bathroom when you feel another dump coming. You have to return for a curtain call. The world's record is seven encores.

The Born Again Dump - This is a dump that's going so badly, you say "Lord, if I live through this, I'll take up religion" you always get through it, but seldom keep the promise you made in desperation, because a born again dump is like childbirth...you forget the pain quickly.

Ghost Poopie - The kind where you feel the Poopie come out, but there's no poopie in the toilet.

Clean Poopie - The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper. (I am amazed by this type)

Wet Poopie - The kind where you wipe your butt fifty times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you don't runie them with a stain. (I am irritated bt this type!)

Second Wave Poopie - The kind that happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize you have to poopie some more.

Turtle Poopie - The kind of poopie that pops out a little and goes back in a few times before it finallly comes out. (cute!)

Pop-a-Vein-in-your-Forehead-Poopie - The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke. (ouch!)

Lincoln Log Poopie - The kind of Poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the plunger.

Gas-sy Poopie - The kind where it's so noisy, everyone within earshot is giggling!

Drinker Poopie - The kind of Poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.

Corn Poopie(Self explanatory) (I don't get this????)

Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Poop Poopie - The kind where you want to Poopie, but all you do is it on the toilet and fart a few times. (sounds like Joash's)

Spinal Tap Poopie - That's the kind when it hurts so badly coming out, you swear it was leaving you sideways.

Wet Cheeks Poopie (The Power Dump) - The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt cheeks get spashed with water.

Liquid Poopie - The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots you of your butt and spashes all over the toilet bowl. (yuck!)

Mexican Poopie - The kind that smells so bad your nose burns.

Upper Class Poopie - The kind of Poopie that doesn't smell.

The Suprise Poopie - You are not even at the toilet, because you are sure you are about to fart, but, OOPS---a Poopie!

The Dangling Poopie - This Poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done poopie-ing. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.

Fisherman's Bobber Poopie - You are in a public restroom with two people waiting on your stall, you poopie and flush two times, but several golfball pieces are still floating above the water line.

JOASH & I ARE SO LOVED!

Joash & I are so loved. Here are some of the "rewards" of motherhood.

My aunt bought these toys and feeding stuff for Joash. And she also got me a pyjamas. So nice right? I love my aunt! She really dotes on Joash.











Ok not forgetting my biggest "reward" of the month, and yes my hubby gave me these yesterday....

GUESS WHAT?
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SIX BOTTLES OF CONCENTRATED BIRD'S NEST! (so potent, you only need to take 2 teaspoons a day, tho' I can easily finish it up in one seating!) I used to take these when I was pregnant with Joash. Hubby said that I had been so stressed and tired last week so this is to "bu" me! So sweet, I can cry .... boo woo....












We are so blessed. And I am still counting my blessings each day!

AN INTERVIEW WITH A SAHM

DJ: Good Morning Singapore, thanks for tunning in to "Many Many Babies Station". Today, we have an interview with a SAHM. For those who do not know what's that mean, it is STAY AT HOME MUM. And yes we have here this morning Mrs Sharon Tan (not her real name) to help us find out why staying at home with baby can be more rewarding.

DJ: Hi Mrs Tan, so when did you quit your job and stay at home to take care of yr baby?

MT: Eh, abt a year ago.

DJ: And how old is yr baby now?

MT: 7 months.

DJ: Do you think it is more rewarding to be at home with him?

MT: Hmm...... (silence)...... Hmm..... yes lar! Depends on what rewards you are talking about?

DJ: It's seems to me that you are rather hesitant to answer my qns? I mean satisfaction and closeness with baby.

MT: Ya lar, have all that but sometimes taking care of baby full-time can be very stressful.

DJ: Mrs Tan, so you miss your old lifestyle before the baby comes?

MT: Who don't? You can go anywhere you like and can even go until late late also nobody bothers. Plus you don't have to wake up in the middle of the night to take care of baby.

DJ: So do you sometimes resent yr baby or maybe even hate him for that?

MT: No I don't but pls do not ask me this qns when I am angry with him. I can get real nasty!!

DJ: Ok let's go back to our topic today. Tell me what are the rewards then?

MT: He's so cute and when he smiles, sometimes you can forget abt all the stress. I mean sometimes only hor! Then when learn some new skill, you will be the first to see it. And if I am still working, maybe too tired after work to seriously spend time with him.

DJ: Ok so you planning to have another baby?

MT: No.

DJ: Why?

MT: Go see my blog and you will know.

DJ: Don't say so soon. You can never be so sure abt it.

MT: I say go see my blog!

DJ: Ai ya you never know.

MT: (punch!)...

DJ: Ouch! What's that for?

MT: (punch!)

DJ: ouch! ouch! ok ok I understand now. I will go see your blog now!

DJ: ok, we would like to thanks Mrs Tan for sharing with us the rewards of being a SAHM. Thank you Mrs Tan and may you enjoy this phase of yr life. And who knows, you may have another baby in the future!

MT: (punch.... kick.... slap..... slap some more). You stupid or what! Cannot understand is it? (kick some more!)

DJ: You kick my ....... (silence & in agony)......

MT: ok those listening to this "Many many babies station"(thinking... stupid name for a station!), pls remember never ask me this qns again! yes being a SAHM is still rewarding and I am happy, really. Now, where's that dumb DJ!!!!!

Yesterday, I had a 2 1/2 hr breakin the evening! And of course, shopping is the first thing on my mind. See my cute and small bag! It's been a long time since I can go out without looking as if I am going for a hike! Yes, no stroller, big bag and a baby to "lug" along. I gave Joash a hug and left for my shopping spree.

I have not taken a bus for more than a year already. Heard that the fare had increased so I was expecting a comfortable ride to Causeway Point. To my great disappointment, the bus is still as dirty, smelly and stuffy. But I was determined not to let it dampened my shopping spirit!












Causeway Point is one of my favourite shopping centre. It was exceptionally crowded for a week day. Then I remembered it was school hols... no wonder so many kids are running about . There were a number of sales going on too. The first thing on my mind was to get a pair of shoes for myself but there was nothing that I fancy. I did not take any rest at all cos I want to make the best use of my time there. I kept walking and walking in and out of the different stores. Then finally these are what I bought:


1. Shirts and shorts from Kiddy Plalace for Joash - 5 for $10
2. 2 pair of shorts from some sale corner for myself - $15.80
3. Cod liver oil & vitamins from Guardian for Joash - $18
4. Hair Mask, lipstick & sponge from Body Shop for myself - using my BD vouchers
5. a scrongee... (don't know how to spell, for tying hair) from Chameloen - $$2.90
6. A box of mini danishs from Bread Talk for my Darling Hubby -
10 for $5.10, actually I ate most of them..hee!

It was a good break for me after an extremely stressful week. I went home feeling happier and I must say, I really miss my son!

Oh , i got to share this piece of good news - MY SON IS EATING BETTER NOW!
He had half a bowl of cereal for BF, a quarter tofu for lunch & a quarter bowl of cereal for dinner yesterday. And milk for every feed. And today, he had a bowl of potato & broccoli (I mean what I say!) for BF, a bowl of tofu & broccoli porridge for lunch and I will be giving him pear and cereal for dinner later! I am elated!

I can't wait for my next break............... Oops, i can see my hubby frowning now!

Brought DS to the PD today. Found out that he was actually having Roselo, fake measles. PD said that DS will be immuned to this virus when he recovered. As for his groin, we got to air it and apply Desitin cream liberally (that was what she said). He also ate 2 1/2 teaspoons of cereal today (Yeah!). I am less stress now. So these are the good news.

Now for the not so good news, DS lost a lot of weight. About 600 gms (this is a lot for a baby!). He was 7.56 kg last Wed. And today, he weighs 6.9 kg (me so sad!). I will "pump" him with lots of carbos when he recovers. Yes, potato for all meals... potato with broccoli, potato with fish, potato with pumpkin, potato with spinach... and the list goes on.
Joash darling, mummy miss your chubby cheeks and "lotus roots" limbs!

Me, looking tired & horrible!
Joash insisted on sleeping on my chest cos he was in pain. So I gave in and fell asleep too.

FINALLY! DS's fever has subsided. What a week! He broke out in viral rash (just as my PD had said) and his fever went down. There is only one problem right now... sigh...his renal and groin areas are inflamed! He cries everytime he urine! Both of us were so afraid to change him. Can you imagine, it takes two of us to change one diaper! And last night we had to carried him for 3 hrs cos he cried non-stop. We were so drained. This incident reminded us of the time when he was born and we had to carried him for 3 hrs every night for 3 whole months! We will bring him to the PD om Monday if his groin is still swollen and inflamed. He is so poor thing! Heart so pain whenI see him suffering him like this!

A big thank you to those people who prayed for us and Joash. Your love for us is deeply appreciated. Ale & Meng, thanks for making it easier for me by sharing your experiences and even offering help when I nearly gone mad. Love you both!

Ok, we have decided to hibernate (Bi Guan Xiu Lian) for the whole of September. Yes, not going out , including church cos need to build his body up before exposing him to the crowd again. This time, we will scan everyone who wants to carry him or go near to him, just to make sure they are not sick! Yes, yes, yes... we are paranoid. How not to be when we had such a hard time this week. It's totally insane. Cannot imagine how those parents with more then one child go thru' such stuff! It is confirmed... JOASH WILL BE OUR ONLY SON! Please don't tell us: "you never know!" or "don't be so sure!" Cos we are VERY sure about it.

And to end this post, I want to thank God for healing Joash and tolerating my nonsense (phew, I thought he would zap me with lightning!). "Lord Jesus, please continue to keep Joash healthy and please heal the inflamed areas too. Thank you for loving and forgiving me in spite of my faithlessness and complaints. You are Jehovah Shalom, my peace."