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Friday, September 11, 2009

15 Months of Love and more...





Have I told you lately that I love you?

Have I told you there's no one else above you?
(Well, perhaps other than your daddy)

You lift my heart with gladness.

Take away all my sadness.

Ease my troubles that's what you do.



Keep up that smile my dear boy.

Daddy and Mummy love you dearly,
always and forever.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

I'm a straight As' again!



Yupz. My good old pals are back.

The A cups are here again!

After such a long time, since I was preggie with Sean, they've gone for a long vacation or something.

Now that they're back, I can't say if I'm really that contented with them.

How funny nature isn't it? They were that big just a week ago.

And now?

Absolutely nothing.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Worry.....not

Sean is turning 15 months old in 2 days' time.

Recently, I read on a mum's blog.

She wrote that she read somewhere, if by 14 months old, a baby has not learn to point to things and has little eye contact with people, then this could signal possible autism.

As a full-time mum to my son, the sole caregiver who is ultimately his the nuturer, naturally, I am rather worried about Sean's development.

Till now, he has yet to stand alone without support, let alone walk.

He doesn't hold his own bottle.

He has yet to call out Papa or Mama.

He doesn't feed himself.

His meals are still pureed as he gags if they're not.

He has only 8 teeth so far.

and

He doesn't point.

Many times, I look at Sean when he's asleep, and caress his head, telling him softly,

"My darling, you must grow up fine and well ok? Nothing bad must ever happen to you my boy. Mummy loves you very, very much...."

And then I would continue to look at him like that for a little while more before I proceed to do my own things.

As I'm typing this entry, I looked at Sean again, who's sleeping in his cot.

So what if he has yet to do all that above now?

He doesn't this, he doesn't that.

How about those that he does?

He does break into a huge smile and laughter whenever he sees me coming out of the toilet or back into the room when I was away for awhile.

He does recognise that his Daddy is home when he hears the keys rattling outside the door, then jumps up in joy when he sees his Daddy coming in, then proceeds to reach out for him, demanding a kiss.

He does bob to the rhythm of songs and music.

He sings along with me and does the actions I taught him for songs like Itsy-Bitsy-Spider, and more!

He sleeps through the night.

He knows when I'm bringing him out for a walk when he sees that I'm changed, and crawls towards me, arms outstretched, wanting me to carry him pronto.

He waves hello and goodbye.

He indicates to his head and mouth when we asked him where they are.

He taps his chest indicating himself when we asked him "Who is Sean?"

He's mastered the stacking rings and nestling cups game.

He stacks Lego cubes beautifully.

He hugs my hand to sleep.

HE HAS A HEALTHY AND ABLE BODY.

I know, as parents, we all worry for our kid at some, if not, all points of time. Whether he or she should be doing the things children of their age are doing. Whether they are thriving as they should, whether they are normal. These are the questions we will keep asking ourselves perhaps for as long as we live.

But I think, the most important thing we can do is to give them all the love and support you can afford, and the rest, is really up to themselves.

I shall not fret for I know Sean will let me know when he is ready to take on the "doesn'ts".

For now, let me just count my blessings, and enjoy and take pride in all his "does's".



"Don't worry for me Mum! I'm just taking my own sweet time!"

Monday, September 07, 2009

Bye Bye Alonso!

We will not be going for the Night Race.

Because we'll be in Beijing!

Yes, all 3 of us little wonderful family!

I am excited.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Family Outing @ East Coast Park

Yeah! We went cycling this morning!

I love mornings like this.

Hand in hand with the two greatest loves of my life.

My men.




Wednesday, September 02, 2009

*Burp*

Just wolfed down 5 McNuggets with green tea.

After going on the cabbage soup diet for the past few days.
(I've got heaps of cabbage in the fridge)

Lost 2kg but am so going to gain them back now..

Aiyah back to the diet tomorrow loh.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

In need of appreciation

Sean is taking his morning nap now as I put my legs up and surf the net on the lappie(s).

The floor is mopped, the play area is somewhat packed and tidied, and it looks all set for his afternoon playtime.

Now that I'm not pumping, I have all the time in the world to do housework.

Yes, I've been lucky enough to siam all that since Sean's birth.

We do have a part-time helper who comes every Saturday to clean up the place.

But while I mop the floor everyday now, it disgusts me to see that the water the mop dispenses is still a tinge of yucky brown. This goes to show how dirty the place can be.

And now Sean is so keen to be on the floor walking around on his push-cart, it has become quite an obsession for me to make sure that the floor is cleaned and mopped everyday.

Sometimes I wonder.

Am I ever being appreciated for all that I've done?

Humans take things for granted too easily.

I could have taken Steve for granted, not knowing that his work is tough too.

But too often recently, I lament.

Never mind that Steve is bringing us along to Beijing for his conference end September.

Never mind that Steve brings home dinner everyday.

Never mind that Steve sometimes helps to cook Sean's porridge in the morning.

I lament that I'm not being appreciated.

I lament that I'm being taken for granted
.

I lament that my efforts at breastfeeding Sean for the past year plus has been regarded as mediocre.

I lament that why must I always be the one feeding Sean and sitting beside Sean, having my eardrums suffering while gobbling down my food?

I lament that everytime I want to buy something for myself, I have to put my hands out asking for money.

And I DO make sure that things that I buy are never too expensive. It's almost always less than $20 each time.

Yet not everytime my request was granted.


"You've already bought one last week."
"This looks like the one you already have."
"You have too many clothes/shoes."


All these not knowing that my chest can no longer fit into those tight tops meant for 70As.

All these not knowing that I just want to make myself feel better by dressing up a bit more other than in just stupid t-shirts.

All these not knowing that I so want to feel pretty and nice again, and not just a big fat cow.

Ok, so after all these ramblings, I go back to sanity.

How much clothes do I really need? It's not as if I need to go out and work. It's not as if I AM going out everyday.

It's not as if I am slim again.

It's not as if I have so many bodies or pairs of legs to put on all those clothes and shoes.

So bottomline is, I should just shut up and go back to taking good care of Sean, taking good care of the housechores, taking good care of the husband.

The biggest regret then I think, would be I WISH I can take better care of myself.

This all boils down to the fact that I'm a sallow-skinned Stay-At-Home-Mum with zero financial independence.

Or I could just blame it on the mad-swinging hormones.


Someone, give me a break please....