Nayda at 18 Months

Little Baby turned 18mths old on 9 Apr 2015.

Weight: 10.7kg (75th percentile)

Length: 80cm (50th percentile)

Teeth: 2 stubby lower front incisors and 2 stubby upper front incisors (all are stubby because they seem to grow out halfway and just stop there) and another 2 on each side of the lower front incisors.


Motor Skills

• I should say that it's pretty good now, though she still trips over her own feet from time to time.
• She can pick up tiny things quite easily.

Cognitive/Emotional Development

• Still throws a hissy fit when you take something away from her or when you don't give her what she wants. But you can reason it out with her sometimes.
• She's a stubborn one.

Communication/Social Skills 

• Speaks alot more now, I think her speech vocabulary count is around 70-80 words and she understand alot more words than that.
• Understands 2-part instructions like "Pick up your shoes and then give them to Dada"
• Still insists on having me put her to bed and insists on having me soother her back to sleep if she wakes in the middle of the night. (which explains my zombie-like state on most days)
• Knows how to identify plastic packaging or used tissue as rubbish and then helps me throw them into the dustbin. (yay, save my energy of walking to the dustbin on my own!)
• Loves music and sometimes insists on us turning on the radio. 
• Knows some words to certain songs like the alphabet song, the happy birthday song, row your boat, etc.

Food

• We are now giving her adult food. We cook our meals on the weekends and she eats what we eat. I try to cook healthier and less oily stuff for obvious reasons. I also need to consider sometimes that she only has a few teeth and can't chew harder or more fibrous stuff like asparagus....If we head out to restaurants, she gets to try the food there too. .
• She has not been introduced to chilli or spicier stuff yet though. Akan datang. This Peranakan mama wants her daughter to be able to eat chilli haha. 

Parenting

I need to control my temper, patience and emotions more.

Especially now when Little Baby is not so little anymore and is slowly exploring the world around her, its boundaries and limits, and discovering her own assertiveness and insistence.

Dinnertime yesterday started out peaceful and was smooth-sailing till the point when she decided to spit out her food. I thought she was full already even though she had only had a few mouthfuls of food. But for some reason she asked for more food and so I gave her more, only to have her spit the food out again and again. It was a game to her and I guess she was testing limits. I firmly reprimanded her and she responded by grabbing the bowl and spoon. She also managed to grab a fistful of mee sua, squished it between her fingers and was going to smear the food on the sofa in the living room.

I scolded her and then I snapped. And gave her a hard smack on her thigh. It was the hardest smack I’d ever given to her. It left red prints on her thigh. She was momentarily stunned and in the second moment she started bawling her eyes out.

I left her crying on the sofa, cleared up the food mess and walked away to cool myself down.

Went back to her 2-3 minutes later and she’d stopped sobbing by then. I was a lot calmer and she was distracted by a toy then. I felt bad to have left a mark on her skin. I held her hand and she squeezed my fingers. I gave her a hug and she rubbed her face on me. All was forgiven.

She might have forgotten the pain of the smack but I could not forget the rage and frustration I had felt at that point in time when I smacked her.

Learning point:

I need to control my temper, patience and emotions better. Also, now that I have the benefit of hindsight, one thing I should have done was to explain to her why I did what I did. It was a teachable moment and I missed the opportunity. Nevermind, move on. Just need to bear these in mind. There will be other incidents and teachable moments in the future.

Food for thought:

How could I have handled the situation better? Besides losing it and smacking her, would talking to her and reasoning it out with her have helped? While she is only 18 months old, she seems relatively more mature and mentally/emotionally developed compared to some of her peers, her teachers have said so too.

Further thoughts:

Parenting is a constant learning journey. A period of self-discovery for the parents as well. There’s a long way ahead for all of us, including Little Baby. May we all grow and develop ourselves into better beings in time to come.

Kindness was bestowed upon me and I am grateful

I'm a pretty passive person and won't ask for someone to give up their seat for me. It doesn't help that I am at the awkward not-here-not-there stage where people can't tell I'm just fat or really expecting.

I stood for several bus stops, knowing actually that once I hit Vivocity another 3 stops away, more people would get down and then I would be able to get a seat. 

But then a kind lady noticed me and gestured for me to go over. She gave her seat to me and gave me the sweetest and friendliest smile ever. She was probably in her 30s as well and totally reminded me of Diana, having that same sweet and endearing nature. 

My heart melted and I accepted the seat gratefully. 

Meanwhile, the men who were seated around me continued to sleep......

Bummer

I cried. 

At 3am last night. Or rather, early this morning. 

More out of frustration than anything. 

The lack of sleep and regular interruptions to whatever sleep I have left have affected my work performance. 

I am easily distracted at work. I can't concentrate well. I read 2-3 sentences and then I can't register much else after that. I can't think properly and I end up procrastinating on certain issues. Now my plate has piled up. Brought it upon myself. 

I don't like this. I used to churn out good work that I was proud of. Now I feel like I am just doing enough to keep myself afloat, just barely above he water's surface. 

Not good at all. I don't like this.

K says I need at least a week's break. I don't have this luxury at the moment.

A letter

Dear Coll,

If you claim you are very busy and cannot possibly deliver a particular paper by the end of May, then don't go for long lunches or don't read the newspaper after you get back from a shorter lunch lor. I thought that was simple logic? And also, how come you can go for 1.5hrs lunch but then your staff cannot ah?

Sighs,
Your colleague.

Church, Granny and Family...

There was a period of time when I cried very easily whenever I popped into Holy Family Church. It didn't matter whether I was attending mass or not, I'd find myself tearing up whenever I started praying and looking at the stained glass feature piece of Mother Mary. 

I'm glad I was more in control of myself this afternoon. I did tear up a little but that was that. Nothing too overwhelming.

Have I grown older? 

Anyway, Dad, Mum, Adrian, Ah Gor and I  spent some time doing our own prayers, in memoriam of Granny on her first death anniversary. 

I thought it was a cosy familial thing to do and I quite appreciated the outing. Cosy and intimate, yet each of us had our own private prayer session, our own time with Granny and our own time with God. 

Nevermind that 3 out of 5 of us are non-Catholics and 1 of us is only a silent non-practicing Catholic. I think we were all sincere and our prayers were heartfelt. 

I love my family. 

*wails*

It has to be true. Expectant mothers get more forgetful, clumsy and blur. And did I say clumsy already?

I scraped my knee against a piece of furniture this morning. There was a sharp pain and when I looked down at the offending furniture, to my utmost horror, a piece of my skin was on it. 

Needless to say, the wound, though not a big size, started bleeding almost immediately . :( 

The little girl was pretty inquisitive about the piece of plaster I had put over the wound after that and kept picking at it. Bah. 

Bathing brought a further sting to the wound. 

Just whining. 

But.

Me want TLC.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow will be a day of mixed emotions I think.

Heading out for brunch to celebrate K's birthday in advance. With his family.

Then in the afternoon I would be heading over to Holy Family Church with my family. A simple memorial of sorts, for my Granny's first year death anniversary.

I hope I won't cry too much. The sadness is still hidden somewhere within.

Those hormones, Those emotions

Out of whack.
Out of sync.
Tired?

Tears spring forth.
Easily.
Tumultuous?

And go away.
Just as quickly.
Harried? 

Crests.
And boughs.
Undulating?

Fears. Hopes.
And worries.
Too much?

Take a break.
From everything.
Yearning?

Love

You were once a wee fragile tot.

Now you're running around and commanding me to do things. How time flies. Mama loves you. A lot a lot a lot. 

Listening vs Dispensing Advice

Do you offer advice the moment someone talks to you about something? 

Do you stop to think and try to ascertain if the person is just trying to find a listening ear or is the person really trying to seek help and guidance? 

Do you impose your thoughts and ideals on that person before the person even has the chance to ask "what do you think?" 

I have said this before and I probably sound like a broken record now. But I guess this is something I feel strongly about. 

Don't assume that when someone talks to you about something, that he or she is seeking advice. He or she could probably just be seeking a listening ear and only wanting get things off their chest. Maybe the last thing they want is another person telling him or her what to do or how to do it or how to handle things. 

So listen first, stay neutral and don't be too quick to dispense advice, well intentioned or not. 

Reminder to myself too...

The 38 Lady

I was forced into a "small talk" conversation a few days ago at work. It quickly morphed into a chat session I wanted out of. 

The other party was a lady from another division on the same floor as I was. I usually kept my distance and only said hi and bye to her or at the most "the weather's hot these days". While I knew she had a penchant for gossip and constantly had her radar up for more news and rumors, I didn't know that she also had a manipulative and slightly malicious streak in her. 

At least not till that day when she "cornered" me into the conversation. She must have been desperate to find someone to listen to her. Either that or she was eager to share with the world her findings on a pair of colleagues from the same floor as us who were supposedly having an affair. Both are married. 

I have been pretty "anti-social" in recent years. I keep in my corner in the office and don't engage in deeper conversations with others. Unless I manage to find someone I am really comfortable with and whom I trust. This has turned out to be only about 3-4 people out of 100-odd folks on my floor. 

I digressed. So anyway, Because I stay in my own corner of the office, I had not even heard about the supposed affair till she mentioned it to me. 

She was speaking in a pretty self-righteous manner and maintained her position that those two colleagues were immoral and bad and yada yada...she must have expected me to concur with her. She looked at me expectantly through her babbling monologue. I refused to be goaded into any sort of position or comment which took sides and chose to remain neutral. 

She tried to bait me into taking a stand and offered more details like how she stalked the couple together with a few other colleagues from her division. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes at this. Like wtf? If they want to be in an affair, it's their business. Nothing gives you the right to do such sleuthing!

I was exasperated at this point and felt like giving her a slap. It's one thing that you are excitedly and passionately spreading news about this couple, it's another thing altogether to poke your nose into their privacy. Whether they are right or wrong it's not up to us to judge. You don't know the full background to the whole situation as well so don't go standing on high moral ground and preaching about morality when you have been doing not-so-right things too. 

Of course, I didn't voice out the above thoughts to her. 多一事不如少一事. I just maintained my neutral position and did not proffer much else. I guess that's the best way to deal with gossipmongers. 

She eventually ended the conversation. She must have been disappointed that she did not get much concurrence or reaction from me. 

I just hope that I don't bump into her anytime soon again. A wide berth I will give her. 

Proud Mama

Little Baby is progressing well. She can fill in some words (or should I say letters) to the alphabet song now. She caught K & I by surprise last night when I tested the song on her...

Me: a b c d e f g......
N: *starts swaying to the tune"
Me: h i j k l m n o......*pause*
Nadya: pee......
Me: q r s t u....*pause*
N: vee.....
Me: w x y and.....*pause*
N: zee.......
Me: Now you know your ABCs, next time won't you sing with......*pause*
N: mee........

And she hits the right notes too...
Wondering if I can get the chance to take a video of her doing this...:)

She's proving to be quite strong in rhythm and music....and she likes dance as well...
She likes to colour with crayons too...although it is just messy scribbles and squiggly lines now...

This little one's going the artistic route I think...

Might be a good idea to start looking at music and movement enrichment classes for her for when she reaches 2 or 3 years of age....and see if she's interested in taking it further next time....

Conversations with a 17.5 month-old

This happened during one of the brief interludes between 2 cranky episodes.

Nadya: Pain pain.
Me: Pain pain? Where? Show mama.
N: *points to mouth*
Me: Nana's teeth pain pain is it?
N: Uhh. (yes)
Me: Nana's teeth pain pain is it? Yes or no?
N: Yes.

Her fever was no more by the time Saturday and Sunday came. We checked her palms and soles of her feet regularly and there were no red spots, rashes or anything.

We could only conclude that she is teething and the pain of her ivories cutting through her gums is causing her much discomfort and pain.


p/s: Nana is our pet name for her and she calls herself this too.

Jiayou

Kinda tired. Because of various things...

1. The state of my body constitution now and the physical changes it is going through.

2. I've teared up and cried umpteen times over this last week while reading through articles on LKY and watching videos related to him.

3. Little Baby was sick on Friday. She recovered quickly but was extremely cranky on Saturday and Sunday. She woke several times each night as well, an average of 4 times each night. During her cranky episodes (which was pretty often over the last 2 days) she would cry and scream at her top of her lungs and she only wanted Mama to carry or hold her. My back and arms ached badly at times and when I passed her to K so I could catch my breath and get some respite, she'd only scream louder and try to reach out for me while screaming "Mama! Mama! Mama!". And so after a minute of this, back to my arms she would go....

4. The thought (and action of) going back to work on Monday morning....is enough to make me feel tired haha.

Mid-day Wishes.........

I draft emails for my boss when it pertains to a certain scope of work.
Draft them directly for him in such a way that I am speaking/writing in his voice. Send them to him. He makes perhaps 10-15% worth of amendments and then sends them out. Sometimes he doesn't even amend them and replies others with my drafted reply.

I think through the policy positions and responses in order to draft these responses. Sometimes he does not even know certain consequences of different approaches till I highlight the nuances to him and explain to him why I drafted some emails in a certain way.

I sometimes do feel like I am doing this piece of his job for him.

Hmm.....can I request that he share part of his salary and recognition with me?
Well, at least the portion pertaining to this particular area of work. Afterall, he gets the glory but I am the workhorse behind him.

The LKY Procession

I think no one was really working much this morning in my office. I thought it was amusing. 

My floor usually bustles with activity. You can hear discussions going on, tele-conversations going on, people typing furiously at the laptops, people going in and out of meeting rooms, etc.

This morning, it was a hush as most folks were glued to the TV screen, our 2 biggest bosses included. (p/s: They are the 3rd and 4th biggest bosses in the entire agency by the way haha).
Most of us were gathered at the pantry area where the common TV was playing out the live scene of LKY's casket being transported from the Sri Temasek house at the Istana over to the Parliament House for the public to pay their respects. Some others couldn't squeeze in to get a good view and chose to watch the live stream over the Internet instead.

Mr Lee Kuan Yew

Lee Kuan Yew's passing has had a strangely deep impact on me.
I found myself tearing up many a time yesterday, on the day of his passing, while reading through many articles on him and tributes to him.

I can't say I personally witnessed how he transformed Singapore from a fledgling 3rd world country to a world-class one, because when I was born, the country was already doing relatively well. But I have seen how my parents and especially my grandmother revered and respected him. They were the ones who have seen first-hand how the country was transformed and built up almost from scratch by Mr Lee and his comrades. 

Perhaps that is how I developed a deep respect for the man as well, through their reverence of him. And why I feel sad at his passing. Perhaps I am currently more emotional than usual as well. Perhaps his passing comes too close to the first anniversary of my granny's own passing. Perhaps I am just caught up in the media flurry.

But anyway, thank you Mr Lee, for without the tenacity, foresight and spirit of you and your peers all those decades ago, we would not have the Singapore we have today. We would not have the clean and safe streets, the greenery and parks, the solid education system and first-world healthcare.

Rest in peace.
I hope you are reunited with Mrs Lee and the two of you are strolling hand-in-hand again, amongst the cempaka trees in heaven.

Time, Family, Work

It is necessary though for most families in Singapore these days to be dual-income with both parents working and K and I are no different.

But I do not want to become only a weekend parent. At least I hope I won't morph into one.

So I  try to make it a point to go home on time every working day (sometimes to the extent of shutting down my laptop even while my boss is talking to me, just so he gets the point) so that I can get to spend that hour or two with Little Baby in the evening before she goes to bed.

And even then I feel like as if we are not spending enough time with her. And not showing her enough of this world. Hmm...how ah?

The idea of a part-time work arrangement is still very much at the back of my mind. Maybe not in the next 1-2 years but perhaps sometime after that? When the kids are older and moving into primary school.

I don't know. So many expenses to take care of and the home to continue paying for.

Nadya

The little girl can be quite entertaining these days, what with her antics, cheeky smile and baby babbles. Her enthusiastic responses when we ask her if she wants cheese, her dance routines whenever she hears music, her wide-legged toddles and her goofiness never fail to make us smile or laugh.

And of course, it takes great effort (well, at least for me) to keep a straight face if I am in the midst of disciplining her and then she flashes me a goofy cheeky smile or does something silly action.

Grow up well Little Baby.
Dada and Mama love you lots!

Canto

I had it in my mind to learn and pick up Cantonese eons ago.
And I have not managed to do it yet. :(

Listening to a classic Cantonese song from Hacken Lee  - 月半小夜曲

But I have only been able to hum along or voice out one or two words here and there. :(

Sek Teng Xiu Xiu, Mm Sek Gong.
(Can understand a little, don't know how to speak)

Mint? Not Mint?

My new colleague is an avid gardener and knows his stuff. He can rattle off plant names, plant species and sometimes the scientific family name of the plant type a particular plant comes from.

So when my mint plant started overgrowing its pot, I naturally offered him a cutting of it.

Gave it to him this morning.....and then chey!!!!

He told me that my plant was not a mint plant at all. It was a herb called Indian Borage.

And all these years I thought I was growing mint....-_-''

Bah.

And then I also discovered that there's actually a variegated version of the Indian Borage.
It looks absolutely gorgeous and I hope I can get my hands on it....But I have not seen it in the flower shops I go to....hmm...

Granny

Granny has been popping up in my mind quite a fair bit lately.

Sometimes it is because I stumbled across a lovely old photo of her.
Sometimes it is because I miss some of her cooking.
Sometimes it is because I see a small snippet about Peranakan culture in the news or on social media.
Sometimes it is because I pass by her nursing home.
And sometimes it is because her 1st year death anniversary is coming up in exactly a months' time.

I miss you Granny.
I miss your yellow rice and your potato chips.
I miss how you used to sing nursery rhymes to me when I was 4 years old and we were cuddling on the sofa.
I miss visiting you at the nursing home.
And I miss feeding you your mushy blended food when you could no longer chew.

They say time heals.
I don't think it ever heals. I think it just dulls more as we learn to live with it.

Thank you

Feeling a little queasy. I asked for a seat on the bus and managed to find one. It was the last available seat. 

Thank you God. 

爱心早餐

Egg and cheese sandwich made by K this morning for my breakfast. I usually prepare something to bring to work. He made me my fav sandwich. :)

The pic doesn't do it (and him) justice though haha. 

Oh well.

That awkward period has come early this time.
When people speak with you and their eyes start darting somewhere else.

Oh well.

I shall elaborate later.

ninja? not....

All parents find that at some point in time, they have actually morphed into pseudo ninjas.

• After the baby sleeps, you tiptoe past the cot and make a dash out of the baby's room.
• After the baby shifts its attention away from you for that split second, you grab your drink and gulp it all down to quench your parched throat and then put down the cup out of reach of the baby. Yes, within that few seconds. 
• After the baby gets distracted and you quickly keep its pacifier.
• When the baby is about to trip over something and you zip in front of it to clear the offending obstructing article from the ground.

I put Little Baby to bed each night. It used to be a more elaborate ritual where she would bounce all round in the cot before finally agreeing to lay her head down on her pillow or hug her bolsters.
These days, it is just several minutes of me either humming a particular lullaby or patting her back or stroking her hair or just being there in the room with her. Sometimes if I stop prematurely and think she's fallen asleep already, she would then remind me that she still wants me there. How? By turning around to face me with her eyes wide open haha.

Once she's fallen asleep, I'd then do an about turn and tiptoe out the room.

Just that.....

I don't make a very good ninja.

I have creaky knees.

And ankles.

And feet.

And I have no idea why.

So I end up taking a step and then pausing. Taking a second step and then pausing. Taking a third step *CREAK* and then pausing with bated breath to see if she stirred.

So instead of spending 4 seconds tiptoeing out the room, I'd end up spending much longer.

Ninja? Not really....*fail* haha...

precious moments

I had a medical check-up at SGH yesterday afternoon and it so happened that my Dad had his eye check-up as well. My mum was with him too and so we all met up for some tea before going home.

It’s times like these I treasure. Carefree and intimate moments with my dear and loved ones. Fully immersed in the moment and fully committed to the presence of the each other’s company. Much talk, much laughter. Some nagging (which is expected when you’re dealing with aging parents haha).

They were so sweet and sent me home by cab after that.

I love my laobeh and laobu. :)

prep talk

More adventurous and challenging times ahead. :)

Getting more emo the last few days and trying valiantly to keep a more balanced state of mind.

(Can't believe I bawled so much while watching a 10-minute SEA games infomercial on Fandi Ahmad's life story yesterday evening. -_-'')

So anyway, here's to keeping our heads up!
Onward we go and onward we charge!

Ganbatte!

Bah

Friggin hormones are out of whack. 

Just bawled my eyes out cos I was feeling a little miserable. 

Feeling like a petty 2-year old who is throwing a tantrum over something trivial. Bah. 

Snippets

Upset over something.

Consider it an invasion of privacy? 

Was too shocked and flustered to say anything at the point in time. The person did apologise.

Now feeling the annoyance and irritation at the incident. 

If you could have the initiative to apologise to me without me even saying anything, that means you knew it was not right to do what you did. And if you knew it was wrong in the first place, then why do it?

We had an agreement and an arrangement to do it in a different manner but you didn't follow instructions. Sigh. 

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Went home in the afternoon because I wasn't feeling well. Hit by sudden nausea and slight wooziness around 3pm. Retched in the ladies several times but didn't vomit. 

Caught a cab home and crashed into bed. But some neighbours' kids were playing downstairs and I think I only managed a sort of semi-sleep for an hour. 

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Need to stock up my fridge and food cupboard again. Opened them this evening and was underwhelmed by the available stuff to cook a quick dinner. 

Ended up with macaroni and sausages. Not a healthy meal but suffice to end my hunger pangs and provide me with much needed sugar in the body. 

People around me know that I get easily lethargic and "lembeh" when I lack food. 

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With each passing day I fall more and more in love with Little Baby. 

Love it when she grins at me 

Love it when she hugs me

Love it when she needs me and calls for me

Love it when she hugs my leg like as if I'm her tree

Love it when she pats me

Love it when she looks for me if I disappear from her 2m radius 

Love it when she runs to me

Love it when she offers to feed me her food

Love it when she falls in a heap into my lap

Love it when she snuggles her head against the nook of my shoulder.

Love it when she grabs me tightly and squeezes my arms. 

Love it when we sit together on the floor to read her nursery rhyme book

Love it when she reaches for my hand when we're walking

Grow well Little Baby....not too fast not too slow, just enough for Dada and Mama to savour your babyhood.....

Bob Marley

For past weeks/months, if I felt the need to listen to any music while at work, it would either be Bruno Mars or some instrumental music from the Study Music Project (check Dennis Kuo out on YouTube, his compositions are good).

Today, for some weird reason unknown to myself, I decided to search for Bob Marley on YouTube and ended up listening to his greatest hits playlist.

And so here I am chilling, at 930am in the morning, nodding my head to his reggae beats from Buffalo Soldier, Three Little Birds, No Woman No Cry, etc....

I have to admit, I am not concentrating that well this morning.
I spent some time googling about Bob Marley and reading about his life. He lived a short life and passed away at the young age of 36. But in this short period of time, he'd touched the lives of millions of people and became one of the world's best-selling artiste ever. Amazing feat.

Aiyo.

Many keyboard warriors.

Several people making snide remarks about the recently announced budget on my FB feed. 

Some making outright complaints with cuss words like KNN, WTF, etc.

Why don’t you come up with constructive ideas instead of complaining and whining all the time? This is macroecons. Not some masak masak budget you do for your Accounts class. 

If you're so good and if you think you will be able to make better policies and strategies for moving the country forward as a whole, why don't you do so?

If you're not happy with anything and everything the government does, feel free to leave the country....

身在福中不知福。

Our government may not be perfect but it is one of the best in the world. Period.

jiayou

dealing with nincompoops early in the day.
after many days of break from office work.

stay cool.
stay calm.
stay zen.

sigh.

maybe

Maybe "office taiji" is really a survival skill, amongst others like "boot lic..." oh sorry I meant "relationship management", "knowing when to put yourself in the limelight" (whether you deserve it or not), "knowing when to duck below the radar" and "having thick skin".....

Hehe

This was several weeks ago when we brought her to the Marine Parade Library. Love this pic a lot haha.

"Quick! Dada's not looking! I shall see how this things tastes like!"

*chomp chomp chomp*

Her vocabulary

And so, besides Mama, Dada, Porpor, Yeye and Nainai....the following are the words she uses to communicate with us...

1. Opok or Obok - means "open". Mostly used when something's in a sealed box or plastic bag and she wants to get at it.

2. Poopoo - well...as the name suggests

3. Wark or Walk - pronounces it correctly sometimes

4. Meerk - means "milk". Most often used before bed or when she wakes in the morning or in the middle of the night.

5. Baobao or Baba as a short form - means "carry me". 

6. No more

7. More

8. Mum mum

9. Nana - sometimes this refers to herself and sometimes it is just a random sound she makes

10. Bar - means "bus"...she can't seem to make the "s" sound 

11. Tar - means "star", same thing that she cannot pronounce the "s"

12. Baabaa - means a particular black sheep featured in a nursery rhyme book or the song "Baa Baa Black Sheep"

13. Dog or Wou Wou - means "dog"

14. Ter - I think this means "water" but I need to observe her more. I've only heard her use this a handful of times.

15. Mar - I have yet to figure out what this means as she has only just started using this these couple of days. 

Thankful

For some reason, although my event is taking place in Singapore, people from overseas have been buying me meals. Some have given gifts for Little Baby as well. Maybe they feel they know her from my posts and pictures of her on FB lol.

Feeling really thankful and blessed. And grateful too!

Happy camper. :)

Get well soon little baby (and me)

Here we go again.

Doc says I have stomach flu. That was this afternoon.

And now it seems I have diarrhoea too. 

Not sure if the little girl passed it to me or I to her. 

God please let us heal soon! 

This Saturday is buah keluak making day, next week I have an important event and and and...CNY is coming too...

Bah....

Today is one of those days where at the end of the day, I feel like bawling my eyes out.

Not to say the day was without its high points. Just that the difficulties and challenges sort of outweighed the good stuff. 

On the more positive side of things, I managed to get a load of washing done and I managed to mend my torn skirt. 

Spent the day at home looking after the girl who wasn't feeling very well. Bad stomach and diarrhoea yesterday. Her diarrhoea was not so persistent but her distension and general stomach discomfort was very much present, judging by her stickiness to me. Practically carried her the entire day. 

So here I am now at night, with sore arms and back, groggy with my own medication and having bad indigestion. I feel like puking. Bah. 

breathe.

working.

with the school calling me every now and then to update me that Little Baby is pooping watery stool.

working. (or trying to)

with the boss coming over every now and then to ask me things or discuss stuff.

working. (or trying to)

with a team member asking me every now and then how to do this and that.

working. (or trying to)

with someone from the ministry on my back chasing me for something.

feeling abit pekchek.

called people. no one is picking my call.

more pekchek

有时候

有时候有些事心放宽一点

有时候有些事还是少说

有时候有些事收在心里比较好

有时候有些事就别去想

有时候有些事...