Model – Shao Wei & Jia Jin

A perfect ‘reversed’ combination from both.  Little man cried cos he doesn’t like the pokey grass.

The kids has been asking for a pet dog since they were little.  Frankly speaking, I do love to have pet at home but the flashback from yesteryear sent the chills down my spine.  Been there, done that.  Juggling between a full time job and being the full time Mom to my 3 kids is already draining all my energy. I can’t imagine having another ‘baby’ at home that need to be walk every evening.

So each time the kids (especially #3) bring up the topic, the same ole conversation goes like this:

Kiddo:  Mummy, can we have a puppy?
Mummy:  You have to be able to take care of yourself before you are allowed to have a pet.  Tell me, who bath you?
Kiddo:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Who feed you?
Kiddo:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Who make milk for you?
Kiddo:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Wait till everything is yourself then only we talk.  Ok?

And one day, a friend’s cocker spaniel gave birth to 4 puppies. So I jump on the opportunity to adopt one.  Of course the kids is excited about it since this is their first pet dog.  Rules #1 – No dogs are allowed in the house. We bought a huge cage for her and almost bought a  heated mattress pads since the dog sleep outside.We soon realised #3 is afraid of puppy!  So, the 2 eldest kiddos share responsibility like feeding.  We hardly walk the pup, like I’ve told you, me shit also no time ok!  So the pup spent most of her time in the cage pee and poo.  Good for me as we just need to wash the tray.  What sounds like fun soon turned into a daily chores.  That is where our nightmare started. Other than daily pee and poo washing, we have to set aside Saturday as Belle-Fun-Bathing-Time.  Blueh!

And when the pup grew bigger, it seems like Hubby always push the bathing time to me as he is not good in controlling the dog.  So back to square one.  Why me?  Why it always has to be me! When I complained, #3 answered this, “I want a dog but I never say I want to rare one.” If only I know sooner!  Kids!

I may sound like complaining but on the other hand, she is like another baby to us.  At times she make me mad, and at times she makes me wanna hug her.  Don’t know if it is just me but looking at her chasing the ball in the garden bring a smile to my face.

p/s:  Photo of Belle when she is around 2 months now.  At this point of blogging, Belle is about 9 months old.

Before Little Samantha was on tube feeding, my Sister have to spend 2 to 3 hours daily bottle feed her including night feed. Although she did not complain of lack of sleep, we know how much she and my BIL suffered cos both of them lost so much weight.  Sis doesn’t need the corsets to looks thin now.

For first timer like me, I’ve always thought that tube feeding is like a drip that was attached to the body 24/7.  Baby’s tube feeding is different.  Other than the tube that goes in to the nose, the other end of the tube was attached to the machine only during feeding time.  Milk formula was pour into the bag and you just need to hook up all the tubes, set the buttons and leave the machine to do all the 3 hours feeding work, while my Sis can go back to catch her beauty sleep (provided the baby did not cry).

This is my 5 months old niece, Samantha.  She had a medical condition that I am too lazy to explain.  So let’s jump straight to the point.  Little Sam loves to cry.  Well, maybe she doesn’t love to but she is constantly crying.  And when she cries, oh boy!  It was a loud piercing sound like she was in so much pain.  To keep her comfortable, we showered her with lots of tender loving care and lots of cuddle, of course.  That is when the artificial hand pillow came around.  This pillow has been in the market for quite a while.  If you do a bit of Google, that freaky looking hand can cost a lot of money!  But my Mom decided to DIY.  We bought the glove from the departmental store and filled them with green bean husk.  Mom even go to the extend to sew some embroideries on it.  Hey, it cost us less than RM5.00.  If you haven’t do the Googling like I’ve told you, let me tell you the price.  They sold it at around RM100 per piece!  Other than this hand pillow, Mom sew a few stuff for Little Sam.  Good thing no body claim copy right for stuff like this. LOL!  The next one she is going to sew is the sling.  Nowadays many stay-at-home-Mom ventured into home based business sewing stuff like this.  Why buy when you can make right?

Talking about plagiarism.  One of Bill Gates speech before a group of high school students, he gave them his eleven rules of life. Well, it is actually an excerpt from the book “Dumbing Down our Kids” by educator Charles Sykes.  It is a list of eleven things you did not learn in school and directed at high school and college grads.  Now that eleven rules is make famous by Bill Gates and somehow it landed in my Facebook.  I thought I should post them in my blog too to remind my kids.  They are not only rules, they are the truth about life.

* The one highlighted in red is my thought.

Rule 1: Life is not fair – get used to it! (Nothing in this world is fair!)

Rule 2: The world doesn’t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. (If you think your boss is tough, wait till you have a husband and kids!)

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. (Refer to rule #4) *rolling eye*

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life. (Having good grade is not everything.  It is how much you make at the end of the day.)

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. (@ Kharsyn – Stop calling Justin Bieber!  He won’t pick up the phone!)

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one. (Bill Gates copy this excerpt from the book without realizing he is the nerd.  People actually include a photo of him at the end of the note. Look who’s talking.)

Ever wonder why we blog?  Well, blogging is like writing a diary.  We jot down important dates, remembering happy or sad event, food/recipe that we have tried, or sharing good stuff liked eye wrinkle cream , etc.  We blog not because we want to show off.  Just merely for recording it down.  I always refer back to my blog post for dates.  And I want to record this important date –

The two girls has started their ballet lesson early August.  I have to gave in after years of pestering from the eldest girl (9 y/o).  And this time, I make her promise, “You Finish What You Have Started!” No turning back half way.  And make her sign at the dotted line that it is her, who wants to take up Ballet and not me!

Surprisingly after the first lesson, her teacher told me she had so much talent in dancing and I should have sent her much earlier (*oopsie).  Dancing comes so naturally in her.  I can’t agree more when I watched her during her third lesson.  She is able to follow the steps and flocking like any of her friends.  The teacher even booked her for the coming Grade 1 exam this November.  Wah, save my $$$ man!

Now coming to the Little Missy (4 y/o).  Because of peer pressure, she wants to dance too.  I can say no (despite she is still young and will be wasting my money on Baby Ballet) to her but I can’t stand her whining!  The two girls really love it very much and has been looking forward to their lesson every week especially Little Missy.

Picture time.  Too this shot of Little Missy on her 3rd lesson.  Will upload more in FB when I have time.

There, now I have the dates here so the next time if I want to refer back to what year and what month they started their lesson, all I need to do is type  in the keyword on the left search engine bar and viola!

I have been a Flexitarian for almost 18 months ow.  Lately I have discovered that I dislike to eat KFC.  The smell, the oil, the meat, the whole KFC really put me off.  I do take meat occasionally and still goes for Bah Kut Teh 😉 .  But this KFC thing is weird. Generally, I am leaner now compare to last year which I almost resorted to weight loss pills.  I think the idea of being a Flexitarian is not bad at all.  It sure gave me the benefit of doubt.

Few weeks ago, we decided to dine out at Yogitree in The Garden, Mid Valley.  The shop concept is to serve everything that is organic and pure.  The food is great!  I’ve got the review in Yogajess (shameless self promotion *cough*). While waiting for our food to arrive, I decided to take few Yoga poses pictures for my other blog.  Knowing kids, they won’t leave me alone and always participate in the things I do.

The result?

Full Lotus Pose

Tree Pose

Very cheeky little boy.  Nowadays whenever I am in Tree Pose, he will tease me with his cheeky pose.  Really makes me piak his backside. LOL

I’ve known some parents who is very protective over their children.  This cannot, that cannot.  Must be like this cannot like that. Over protective parents  is definitely robbing them of their childhood.  But of course, they are the kid’s parents.  What can we say right?  All of us have different opinion over things.  Certain things seem right to me but not to others.

To me, I think playing in the rain is alright. LOL

Come on, I did this when I was young too. See, still one healthy fat mama here.

My nephew Jonathan, refuse to let go of his toy car even his Daddy was ‘shaking’ him.

This is the first time for Jonathan and 2nd times for my kids.  Aiyoh, my eldest is already 9 years old and this is only 2nd time she played under the rain?  Must be some kind of joke right?  Maybe I should let them do it more often.

No la, joking only.  This incident happened few months ago.  Cannot remember how all the kids ended up in the rain.  This is what happen when you leave kids under UNCLE KIMMY’S supervision!

This is another story when Daddy is  away on his long business trip.   Instead of getting upset and moody, I kept myself sane with self motivation like positive thinking and be cheerful.  This incident happened very recently.

Whenever Daddy is not around, I will take over the ‘driver’ role.  That morning as I was get out from the house, there is a huge and I mean really HUGE vapour trail right above the sky.  I quickly shouted for the kids to come over to have a look.  It’s nice to see the expression on their face and I boasted that it was a rocket who did that trail 😉 .  I know, bad me.  You see, they was so thrilled and thought that it is such an amazing trail.  We have not seen such a HUGE trail before!  And I was talking to them how world is so amazing, God created amazing things, bla bla.  We strike a very cheerful conversation that morning.  We even sang Amazing Grace in the car.  I’ve never felt so good (in the morning) before.  As our car was turning into the 2nd block of our house, we saw an adult dog and a puppy playfully biting each other.  We all know dog’s language  of affectionate is by biting right?  And I go, “Look!  There’s another amazing things happened!” And the kids goes, “WOW!”,  “WOOOOO!”

Another turning towards their daycare, my 9 years old Daughter said, “Things are so amazing this morning even  eggs grew on plant.” And I paused for a moment.  Did I hear her correctly?  and I asked her one more time, “HUH!  Where got eggs grow on plants wan.”

“There la.  I did not bluff you.”

o.O

After dropping the kids at daycare, I was still smiling from ear to ear.  That morning, I know the rest of my day is going be a smooth sailing day 🙂

JZ:  Do you like pet?
Me:  Yes.
JZ:  Do you have a pet at home?
Me:  No.  Why?
JZ:  How come I never see any animal pics in your blog before?
Me:  Haha.  No pics doesn’t mean that I don’t love animal.  Aiyoh, how to have pet at home when I don’t have enough time for the 3 monkeys.  Don’t forget I am FTWM (full time working mum).  By the time I reached home, gotta juggle between housework and the kids.

I was quite surprise that this blogger is quite observant on the things that I’ve posted.  So, for the sake of showing to the world him that I love animal and not necessarily to have a pet at home, here are some pics of my Niece’s 8 weeks puppy which I took during Chinese New Year.  They have to bring back all the 3 dogs (2 puppies and the Mummy dog) to hometown during CNY!  You tell me la, where to find time to keep a pet at home?  However, I did extend my offer to friends who need someone to babysit their dog.

Super cute, right?

Conversation with my then, 6 years old Son:

Son:  Mummy, can we have a dog at home?
Mummy:  Well, you tell me.  Who feed you rice?
Son:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Who bath you?
Son:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Who cook for you?
Son:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Well, wait till you can feed yourself, bath yourself and cook for yourself then only mummy bring back a pet dog, ok?