Tears rolled down my face as I read the following blog of a fellow SMH forum user who delivered her bundle of joy, only to bade farewell to them. The blog documented the tears and emotions of the heart wrenched parents, Angie and David, who are such faithful servants of God. I'm sure their little princess, Ashley, now lives happily ever after in the arms of our Lord.
http://ashleyisourangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/their-resting-place.html
This again reminds me of how I should cherish my bundle and the people around me. May the Lord bless and keep them always.
"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.
O Lord, truly I am your servant; I am your servant, the son of your maidservant;
you have freed me from my chains." - Psalms 116:15-16 NIV
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
"I'm Not A Plastic Bag"
My sisters and I had gone a wee little crazy over this supposedly meant to be grocery bag known as "I'm Not A Plastic Bag". The bag emblazoned with "I'm not a plastic bag" has been designed by the "queen of bagland" Anya Hindmarch, based in London. The bag has been produced in partnership with We Are What We Do, a non-profit campaign group that has set out to change the world in small steps. And the aim of producing this bag is to encourage people not to use plastic bags.
Well, don't be mistaken for a moment that we are a family of environmentally friendly species. Kekeke... Though I personally try to be more "green" by bringing my own grocery bag when I shop at NTUC FairPrice, as well as not leaving the fridge open for more than 30 seconds, turning off whatever electrical appliances which are not in use, drawing my curtains to cool down my place, ... etc., I'm not exactly a Nazis for the green campaign. After all, who can claim they are when you stay in a high rise HDB apartment with a CRC (Central Rubbish Chute)??? I have 5 waste bins (including a diaper bin) in my 1,200+ sq feet apartment. Every one of them needs to be lined with a plastic bag, so that we can transport them to the CRC to be disposed off. So where do you think these plastic bags came from? Well, either I get them for free when I shop for grocery, or I buy them. The bottom line is, regardless of who bears the cost of these plastic bags, we're just not capable of being totally friendly to the environment. Period.
Uh-hmm... Okie, so why buy this "I'm Not A Plastic Bag" grocery bag? Especially when it cost more than S$40 and is nothing more than just a large sized canvas bag? Is it because it is designed by Anya Hindmarch? Well, partly, to be honest. But the main reason is - this decent looking, affordable and roomy bag is the ideal diaper bag or shopping bag for me. Another irresistible factor is the fact that it is not retailing in Singapore. Grâce à (thanks to) Online Shopping!
Well, don't be mistaken for a moment that we are a family of environmentally friendly species. Kekeke... Though I personally try to be more "green" by bringing my own grocery bag when I shop at NTUC FairPrice, as well as not leaving the fridge open for more than 30 seconds, turning off whatever electrical appliances which are not in use, drawing my curtains to cool down my place, ... etc., I'm not exactly a Nazis for the green campaign. After all, who can claim they are when you stay in a high rise HDB apartment with a CRC (Central Rubbish Chute)??? I have 5 waste bins (including a diaper bin) in my 1,200+ sq feet apartment. Every one of them needs to be lined with a plastic bag, so that we can transport them to the CRC to be disposed off. So where do you think these plastic bags came from? Well, either I get them for free when I shop for grocery, or I buy them. The bottom line is, regardless of who bears the cost of these plastic bags, we're just not capable of being totally friendly to the environment. Period.
Uh-hmm... Okie, so why buy this "I'm Not A Plastic Bag" grocery bag? Especially when it cost more than S$40 and is nothing more than just a large sized canvas bag? Is it because it is designed by Anya Hindmarch? Well, partly, to be honest. But the main reason is - this decent looking, affordable and roomy bag is the ideal diaper bag or shopping bag for me. Another irresistible factor is the fact that it is not retailing in Singapore. Grâce à (thanks to) Online Shopping!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Before I was a Mommy...
Just recalled this sweet passage posted by an encouraging friend in the SMH forum a week after I delivered my munchkins :
Before I was a Mum
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Before I was a Mum
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
Before I was a Mum
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words of lullabies.
Before I was a Mum
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mum
I had never been
Puked on
Pooped on
Spit on
Chewed on
Peed on
Or pinched by tiny fingers.
Before I was a Mum
I had complete control of
My thoughts
My body
And my mind
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mum
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mum
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mum.
Before I was a Mum
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Mum
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known
The warmth
The joy
The love
The heartache
The wonder
Or the satisfaction of being a Mum.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mum.
Before I was a Mum
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Before I was a Mum
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
Before I was a Mum
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words of lullabies.
Before I was a Mum
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mum
I had never been
Puked on
Pooped on
Spit on
Chewed on
Peed on
Or pinched by tiny fingers.
Before I was a Mum
I had complete control of
My thoughts
My body
And my mind
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mum
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mum
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mum.
Before I was a Mum
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important.
Before I was a Mum
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known
The warmth
The joy
The love
The heartache
The wonder
Or the satisfaction of being a Mum.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mum.
Monday, August 13, 2007
M'dam to Maid
Once a month, on our FDW's off day, Di and will have a feeling our lifespan had shorten by at least a decade. And its takes only a simple act to achieve that - change the diapers for the 2 munchkins. *Sigh*
And on such days, I am totally transformed from M'dam to Maid. The moment my FDW exits the door for her respite for the day, my "maidom" journey begins. Yesterday was a good example, and errr... a great disaster. Well, things went pretty well in the beginning. Then I heard a commotion when I was feeding En in the bedroom. I could hear Xuan screaming and yelling her lungs out, and my heart just skipped and wild thoughts raced. Could she had fell and hurt herself? Did she get her fingers squashed? Or her faced stuck between the bars of the gate???
I came out of the bedroom to find Di in a pathetic state. You see, things went totally crazy when he decided to change Xuan's soiled diaper. She just refused to cooperate by tossing and turning her body and rolling over on her tummy, reaching out for her poo, snatching away the wet wipes and nappy cream, etc. Di was about to breakdown when I saw him. Well, as much as my heart goes out to him, such episodes are pretty common on a daily basis. In fact, it took me and my FDW a while to figure out tricks to get the munchkins' cooperation during diaper changing sessions. Anyway, we managed to get Xuan's diaper on her and then get her to nap shortly after that. Hence the end to our first crisis of the day, with a few years shorten on Di's lifespan chart.
To keep the story short, we suffered another few lifespan cuts due to the following:
Nevertheless, I am thankful for my "maidom" days. Not only does Di get to experience what my FDW and I have to go through everyday, we get our RT (aka Re-Training in local army terms) on the things we used to do. Di almost forgot how to operate the washing machine yesterday when I asked him to help with the laundry. Can you believe it??? Hahaha...
My greatest reward on my "maidom" days? Its when Di finds himself appreciating what I have gone through (and still working on it) to raise our bundle of joy. ^.^
"and whosoever of you would be the chiefest shall be servant of all." - Mark 10:44 21st Century KJV
And on such days, I am totally transformed from M'dam to Maid. The moment my FDW exits the door for her respite for the day, my "maidom" journey begins. Yesterday was a good example, and errr... a great disaster. Well, things went pretty well in the beginning. Then I heard a commotion when I was feeding En in the bedroom. I could hear Xuan screaming and yelling her lungs out, and my heart just skipped and wild thoughts raced. Could she had fell and hurt herself? Did she get her fingers squashed? Or her faced stuck between the bars of the gate???
I came out of the bedroom to find Di in a pathetic state. You see, things went totally crazy when he decided to change Xuan's soiled diaper. She just refused to cooperate by tossing and turning her body and rolling over on her tummy, reaching out for her poo, snatching away the wet wipes and nappy cream, etc. Di was about to breakdown when I saw him. Well, as much as my heart goes out to him, such episodes are pretty common on a daily basis. In fact, it took me and my FDW a while to figure out tricks to get the munchkins' cooperation during diaper changing sessions. Anyway, we managed to get Xuan's diaper on her and then get her to nap shortly after that. Hence the end to our first crisis of the day, with a few years shorten on Di's lifespan chart.
To keep the story short, we suffered another few lifespan cuts due to the following:
- Crisis #02 - "Feeding woes at Lunch time"
- Crisis #03 - "Nap time struggle"
- Crisis #04 - "Evening bath terror"
- Crisis #05 - "Goodnight, Sweet Dreams"
Nevertheless, I am thankful for my "maidom" days. Not only does Di get to experience what my FDW and I have to go through everyday, we get our RT (aka Re-Training in local army terms) on the things we used to do. Di almost forgot how to operate the washing machine yesterday when I asked him to help with the laundry. Can you believe it??? Hahaha...
My greatest reward on my "maidom" days? Its when Di finds himself appreciating what I have gone through (and still working on it) to raise our bundle of joy. ^.^
"and whosoever of you would be the chiefest shall be servant of all." - Mark 10:44 21st Century KJV
Monday, August 6, 2007
Dix Mois
How do you count to ten in French? Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix. Arrgghhhhh.... That's why I can never learn French. Too complicated for my pea brain. 残念です (meaning "its a pity" in Japanese). I guess I'm just more inclined to speak the a-i-u-e-o.
Anyway, I found out ten months is dix mois (pronounced "dees-mwah") in French! Why do I bother? Because my gals celebrate their 10-month birthday today! Joyeux Anniversaire!!! Its an achievement, isn't it? At least its another milestone for me. Hee! Got them both dressed in a new set of outfit today. White dress with little pink flowers embroidered on it. How sweet... and I could imagine us playing by a river cottage in the faraway English meadows. Kekeke...
Well, none of the gals met Di's KPI for them to walk by today. But at least Xuan has managed to achieve standing on her own 2 feet without support (for a while) for about a week now. Great job!!! Di has given them an extension till October and hopefully they'll be able to walk during their 1st birthday party. Way to go!!!
Now, what shall we have for their 1st birthday party? Who should we invite? Where would the party be held? How many cakes should we get? One for both or two for each of them? What cartoon characters for the cake(s)? Their favourite Sesame Street ones? If yes, should it be Elmo, Big Bird, Cookie Monster, Ernie & Bert, Oscar, Zoey, the Count... or the whole Sesame Street gang? Oh my!!! This is killing me... How about we just order pizza? 62-35-35-35 . Its so easy to dial... Kekeke...
Anyway, I found out ten months is dix mois (pronounced "dees-mwah") in French! Why do I bother? Because my gals celebrate their 10-month birthday today! Joyeux Anniversaire!!! Its an achievement, isn't it? At least its another milestone for me. Hee! Got them both dressed in a new set of outfit today. White dress with little pink flowers embroidered on it. How sweet... and I could imagine us playing by a river cottage in the faraway English meadows. Kekeke...
Well, none of the gals met Di's KPI for them to walk by today. But at least Xuan has managed to achieve standing on her own 2 feet without support (for a while) for about a week now. Great job!!! Di has given them an extension till October and hopefully they'll be able to walk during their 1st birthday party. Way to go!!!
Now, what shall we have for their 1st birthday party? Who should we invite? Where would the party be held? How many cakes should we get? One for both or two for each of them? What cartoon characters for the cake(s)? Their favourite Sesame Street ones? If yes, should it be Elmo, Big Bird, Cookie Monster, Ernie & Bert, Oscar, Zoey, the Count... or the whole Sesame Street gang? Oh my!!! This is killing me... How about we just order pizza? 62-35-35-35 . Its so easy to dial... Kekeke...
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