i heard something in the kitchen…. someone is doing some washing and scrubbing …. sheesh…. everyone tone down will ya….

it might be the rat…. or it might be the BOOGIE MAN…. sheesh!!!! oops. Sorry. it couldn’t be cinderella. hehe…

let’s take a peek….

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who’s that? who’s that?

told you so. it’s the BOOGIE MAN!!!

… sheesh…. tone down will ya. Let’s take a closer look again.

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Ahhh…. it’s the troublemaker. Should I go piak her backside? hmmm…

When I count up to three, we give her a boo ok?

One…..

Two…..

Three!

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boo, BABY!!!

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awww… she’s isn’t the most beautiful of kids. But thank goodness she’s cute! So how to piak her?

Three hours of simmering in the clay pot using the most nutritious ingredients - spinach, carrot and fish.

He took a snif at the aroma and ask for marmite. Wish is granted, my child.  He took a mouthfull of porridge and the next minute, he decided to PUKE IN THE BOWL OF PORRIDGE THAT I’M HOLDING!!! *sigh….

Sounds kind of a reliveve to me.  At least he did not throw up all over the place.  You know how messy it is to clean up puke. *euchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..

Whenever I watch western movies on teevee where the whole family would sit around the dining table to have a proper meal, I felt ashame of myself realising I’ve failed to creat that ambience and what some of them called? The bonding and quality time spent on the dining table.

My 2 elder kiddos age 6 and 4, prefer to have their meal in front of the teevee while the baby age 20months is BANNED!!! from having her meal anywhere near the dining table. I love my Ikea breakfast tray. Kids can use them as a makeshif dining table or a writing table.

Once you’ve started the bad habit, it’s hard to implement again the meal-on-proper-dining-table. If you have not started any of those, better don’t. Bad habit is hard to break.

p/s: And you should think why i’m putting this post under “Joy of Parenthood” category? I need a new category called “Dilemma of Parenthood”.

Pun of the day: I sold my soul to the devil for 2 bottles of whiskey and looking young forever.

I’ve been proscrastinating this morning and too lazy to update my blog or does anything. All I do is…. I … I do nothing . I’ll just throw in a craft. *sigh

Don’t tell me you need instruction for this? I hate craft. Craft is for babies and sissies! I’ve never get facinated by craft. Craft pieces always ended up in the waste paper basket. Don’t understand why some parent still love doing them.

Sorry.  I’m just talking grubbish (this word doesn’t exist in the dictionary.  It’s just me talking rubbish. *BLUEHHHHH*) . Blame it on the haze, Dear. It gets on my nerve and my mood.*sigh…

Heck! Don’t we all love craft???!!! Yes I do. (*cough* Have to show Eldest Princess a bit of support)

It has been around 5 years since the last time I went to a baby/parenting fair. This year, aside from exhibitors, they organized more games for the babies and toddler up to age 4.

A few games that we participate.

1) Baby crawling competition

“Look at all lame babies. My Baby Princess sure win wan.”

One minute later, “DISQUALIFIED!!! This is crawling competition la. Not running!”

“Aiks, wrong match? Baby Princess supposed to be in the running competition!”

2) Toddler Running Competition

Run Forest… I mean Baby. RUN!!! The first few seconds, baby was leading but she was distracted by all the cheering mothers strangers. She stop and look at them wondering what are they so excited about. Darn!

Yahoo!!!

3) Leapfrog Telematch

Looks easy tho. The rules: While you carry your child, they have to pick up a balloon from any 4 boxes at the corner and put them in the box at the centre of the stage. Adult is not allow to help the child with the balloons. They are given 1 minute for the task. Team with the most balloons in the box win.

My personal opinion on this match. The organizer has a brain as small as a frog. There is no age category for this match. Children age 1 to 4 is competing with each other. Just imagine this, you ask a 1 year old baby to pick up a balloon. Can she do it? The answer is NO! And since my son is 4y/o we pakat with him liao. He has been sniggering while watching all the babiessssssss. Some babies refused to drop the balloon in the box hence the adult have to shake them vigorously.

And guess what?

The most expensive ever prizes giving out during the fair!!! Check out Leapfrog if you want to know more about their educational toys. The match looks easy but it appear as not easy tho. I tried them at home with my son and my arm almost broken! And exhausted!

Closeup view on the talking computer.

Ever wonder why are we getting a computer suits infant & toddler age 0-36 months whereby Prince now is 4 y/o. So I get the unit trade in for the Preschool (age 3-6years) unit with the condition of buying 2 books costing RM64 (US$17.30) each from them. Wtf, that cost me an arm and leg for 2 books!!! RM128 can feed the whole family for 2 weeks!!! So with all the hoo-haa and complain queen and her SISTA in action, we bought only one book and walk away with the Preschool unit while our back is full with holes right now -_-. At least I tried.

At the mean time, next to the Parenting/baby fair, the wedding fair is also ongoing next door. Again, I drag hubby to participate in their “couples” games. No pic for this. But we win lots of expensive goodies. The most expensive is grand prize sponsored by S2 Slimming Centre - some cosmetic thing with the price tag still intact; RM300!

What is the most important things a wedding couple need on their first night?

So colourful and it was on promotion. Buy one free one!!!

Princess: Mummy, what is this?

Queen: err… ohh…. balloons… err….. PERFUME!!! yeah, PERFUME!!! See all those fragrants?

The best part being there is you get to bring home sample baby foods or disposable diapers. They are in every nooks and corners. Just hang around their promoters, there will always be someone different to approach you with their newly released disposable diapers. Every participation in talks will be entitled to milk powders too and if you answer their question correctly, you will walk away with more baby cereal!!! Everywhere is milk powder, cereal, rusk, cereal, rusk, diapers, biscuits… bla bla bla….

What did i warned you? Can open a sundry shop liao.

“Baa… baa, black sheep, have you any wool?”

No instuction for this craft as I bet is easier than scramble an egg, right? You just to colour them and paste cotton on the lamb. For the finishing, cut out the shape of the lamb and you can pretend to have a little farm play with your child.

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I’ll be doing lots of travelling over the weekend to the north (Penang) and therefore to upper north again (Kedah). I’ve make some Konnyaku jellies (recipe on Monday) and cendol jellies for my niece birthday party tomorrow. And on Sunday I’m travelling to Kedah early in the morning for my 5th Sister’s graduation. Feeling tired at this moment just thinking of all the travelling. I hate travelling far especially with my kids who can’t sit still and they love to fight!!! I have to stock up lots of sweets and junks to keep them down and you know how sugar increases their hyper metabolism after that *glup*.

Enjoy your weekend and be good :). Say hi to your mom for me too.

For kids from 3 y/o onwards.

Things you need:

Manila cardboard
Coloured papers
Crayon
Scissor
Glue
Nylon String

Firstly, draw a spiral (i.e. the snake) on the piece of manila cardboard and decorate them anyway that you like with crayons. Crumpled a small piece of coloured paper by rolling them with your thumb and index paper.

Glue all the cumpled papers anyway and anywhere your child prefer. Let them explore their imagination instead of telling them what to do. You will be surprise that they may turn out to be more artistic than you do.

Cut out a triangle for the tongue and make 2 dotted black eye for the snake. The adult might want to help the child by cut out the spiral line which will formed a snake. Lastly, poke a little hole on the top of the head and tie the nylon string.

You have now a bouncy little wiggly snake. Happy crafting…

One day when baby Dylan grew up, he will treasure this pic as much as I do. A Fatherly Figure!

Last night, I was reading Lion King to my Princess. I love the fatherly figure that King Mufasa shown, the part where Simba was in danger and King Mufasa appear from nowhere (and thanks to the feather babysitter, Zazu) to Simba’s rescue. There is another fatherly animated movie, The Finding Nemo. Both stories make me read them over and over again. I just love the part when both father and son shown affections.

Being a Malaysian and during my younger days, I don’t remember seeing my dad’s fatherly figure. We don’t get that hugs that we seen on tube. I used to tell myself, “ahh… it’s just an acting. A father doesn’t hug their daughters.” I feel that my dad has a very big man ego. We don’t go to daddy for problems. It is always mummy. Daddy is the type that will nods but permission is always granted from mummy.

As we grew older and have kids ourself, we used to ask mummy about daddy’s character. Very true how olden days daddy is regard as the man of the house. They don’t lift a hand in helping out housechores or babysitting. Regardless if it is nappy time or midnight feed. That was before. Now that Daddy is a Grandpa, he spoilt all his grandchildrens. He even washed their soiled bottom (so shocking to see that) and cooked delicious porridge for them. I love to see the way the man feeds their baby. Imagine their big gigantic hand holding a small plastic spoon. They look so cute and the act tickles me sometimes.

Guys that doesn’t cradle their baby should be ashame of them self. Every moment of cradling is priceless. One should never stop the affectionate expression they had towards their children too. Today, fathers are pressure to balance between their role as provider and their role as an actively involved parent in their children’s lives. It is difficult for men to find that balance.  Some little extra effort will give us a good result in long run.  Spent more time with them and get involve in their activities. Read them a bedtime story by cuddling under the cover together. It’s the bonding that will last forever in your children’s memory and one day when they grow up, they will sit down and treasure it as much as I love to.

Why??!! Why it has to be me? (Fyi, I’m not Oops!-I-did-it-again. Touch wood!) Before I was pregnant, I have this silky and smooth skin on my body. Weighing only 40kg. Pregnancy definitely ruined everything :(.

Imagine if you put on average of 2kg for 9 whole month and by your 40weeks you weight 60kg, the skin on your tummy has already stretchhhhhhh 20 times of it’s originate state. And when it stretches that big, our skin gets thinner and thinner and instead of exploded (kaboom!!!) and all your intestines, baby, womb all splattered on the floor, your body instinct tells your skin to split into small silvery line which is costing damages on the elastic fibres that help skin stretch.

Many women uses various types of creme, lotions, and oils to try to prevent stretch marks from forming. Unfortunately, while such products soothe and soften the skin, there is no medical evidence to prove that they actually work! So beware of advertisers trying to sell you expensive products claiming that they prevent stretch marks! Some women will think that that particular brand of lotion they use is not effective. It’s wrong. Whether you get them or not is simply a matter of genetics… that is, how elastic your skin is. There’s nothing you can do. I used 6 tubes of lotion and by my 3rd trimester….. it turned out pretty…. (go filled in the blank yourself)

This is how it looks like at 30 weeks.

I heard you guys! It’s dem aweful ugly right. This is one of a big sacrifice of motherhood and I haven’t come to other parts of body like thigh or breast.

The saddest part is looking at celebrities or even my girlfriends posing in their 2 pieces bikini. Envy! Envy! and each time when I look at Britney, I’d go “Why? Why it has to be me??!!”

Carlgene was all excited when we announced that we are going to take a ride in the train as he’s been asking to go on one each time he sees the LRT or KTM without fail and it’s all empty promises from us. We does feel bad about the white lie and we know we won’t be taking one cos we are not that type that depend on public transport.

Over the weekend, we just hop on the train and headed to Subang Jaya for lunch and back to Klang again. Since this is the first time for Carlgene, he’s been acting very curious and pinned to his seat gazing out the window thru out the journey. There are sure lots to see out there. The passing view was magnificient! All the kampung houses, murky rivers, industrial area…. He hasn’t move a bit from his window seat at all as I would expect him to move around in the moving train (*phew…).

Mummy: You see that sign up there? It says that you are not allowed to smoke in the cabin.
Kharsyn: *Nodded*

Kharsyn: So the 2nd one says we are not allowed to drink fizzy drinks and eat hamburger in the cabin?

Mummy: Errr… I know all foods are not allowed. But, drinks ah….

Mummy: I think drink from the bottol can gua.

Kharsyn: Then I want a sip too.

Kharsyn: Then the 3rd sign say cannot stand and throw rubbish issit?

Mummy: What makes you say that?

Kharsyn: Cos that aunty left the sweet wrapper on her chair.

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