swine or no swine

finally all set to vancouver and vegas...yahooo.

though half part is all work...it's way better than nothing.

so very busy

will post later

daddy is sooo ecstatic - he's very pro-US (dunno why?) though he will never admit it.
like he's a leftie and he will deny it (crazy??)

baby birthday has come and gone..now she's officially a toddler and behaves like an auntiiiieee. babbling more wordy words out and starting to "fight" with her big sisters...we can safely declare the house need sound proofing.


p.s. did the Sea to Sky Highway, between Vancouver and Whistler, the most stunning road trip with daddy...memories to last a lifetime!

elli's counting

was talking to elli and she was asking me "how many babies do i want?"

i said 3

she said i want 10 babies

wah so many ah? are u sure?

then she showed me how she carry her babies. 1 on each arms...then she say see mom i carry 2 babies...then she says she bring them out and other people ask her "wow 2 babies ah"

elli gave a sheepish smile and say, i will tell the people.... "i still have 8 babies at home" kaKAKAAA (loud crazy laugh from this elli)

for a kid that's not 4 yet...she good in her maths!! and deduction skill.

who's the maid now??

how is life without the maid? did i sound too exhilarated in my earlier post?

that's becoz it has been great...so far. no worries of things being "taken away" or "broken" or "poisoned".

there's PEACE in the house (something that $$$ can't buy)

...minus all the chores and a little chaos that is. but daddy thinks we need a maid coz he dun like to see his team of girls slaving for the house. i am now on the hunt for new maid...praying hard that this one will be "normal"...not asking a lot...not that there is a lot to ask for nowadays, with all the crazy maid stories.


i seem to enjoy the workout from moping - i wish i can add this to my resume - ability to mop 10,000 sq feet a day...kkakkakakakak (shows i have good health to my potential employers!!! - with all my muscle abilities)

cleaning the house can be quite therapeutic and also gives a sense of "accomplishment"...i just wonder why the maid never seem to get this kind of "enlightenment" when they work for us.

i just thank God for my a team of cleaners = even though they are small. dun call me a slave driver, i am just teaching them about "life".

always be GRATEFUL for small miracles in small packages

baby almost one now...time to train her to hold the mop!!

new toy

maid just lari off with our sony ericsson plus all the money in my wallet...

not much feelings, no anger or depression - except maybe a little betrayed...but that passed too quickly

coz daddy went and bought me a brand new (not the usual pass me down toy) iphone!! yipppeee

lots of games to play, the girls are also happy cos they can stop harressing daddy for his (for the time being).

que sara sara

bad things go away

new toy come my way

hehehehhe

they girls have been great after the maid "cabuted"...they actually are closet domestic-goddess. now that we know their potential...we are quite happy to discover their cleaning powers. elli is moping and cleaning and wiping. erika- washing dishes, making beds, washing shoes and of cos her fave - ironing!

erika needs help

this year i thot of giving erika a break from all her tuition classes, and hope for the best - literally.

i gave her free reign of getting her own work done ~ like a big little girl should and hoping beyond hope that she will not fail in any of her papers. wishful thinking!!

even dangle a tempting carrot ~ saying if she do better than half her class...meaning in a position of 20 or above, we will take her to see a real princess in disneyland. guess can kiss that "carrot" goodbye too.

yes she failed...quite miserably. even her teacher called and asked what happened? i was wondering ~ isn't it your job to make her pass? why ask the parents when we are not the teachers?

so what did the good parent do? we finally sent her for tuition (defeats our original purpose of giving her independence and free time). guess she dun need so much free time on her hands. well it's not the normal kind of tuition, we are tying her on kumon mandarin. i thot we will "empower" her so that she can conquer her tests and come out with some colours except RED!

that's our temporary response to this situation, if it gets any worse, we will change school where english is the first language and mandarin is the sub-subject.

as for elli, will most probably sent her in for mandarin tuition when she turns 4?? learn our lessons from no.1.

speaking german

this morning's conversation with elli

"i want a gudder mommy"
"what is a gudder mommy?"
"a gudder mommy dun scold me wan"
"then i also want a gudder elli, a gudder elli dun scold me too"
"nooooooooo, you are a badder mommy, always scold me"

"i want a gudder mommy, gudder mommy dun go to work"
"can you be a gudder mommiiii??"
**very difficult question - dun have answer to that one**

"i want a gudder che-che"
"what does a gudder che-che do"
"a gudder che-che loves me"
"so your che-che loves you right?"
"noooooooo"
"why?"
"i love che-che 20 times, che-che only love me 1 time!"
**she's right, her che-che thinks she's a pain now**

baby progress

i survived the weekend.

baby has been such an active girl. she's now into body-slamming, throwing her weight around and testing if gravity works all the time. slam onto my body (ouuuchh!) then slam onto daddy, slam onto popo, kong kong, pillows, cushions...not on the floor (she knows that's not very clever thing to do). if she body slam her sis, she will get a loud shelling...so she knows that's off-bounds too. rules to live by for a baby!

**updated 16 march - baby has one more tooth out from the top gum, which i didn't notice until it's quite obvious (opps!!)**
with her 2 tiny bottom teeth out, she's now able to chow down more solids. thankfully not biting anyone yet. everything into the mouth still, but she being baby no 3...mommy is less paranoid as i think she will survive through it all. what mommy does is check her poo if anything "out of the ordinary" comes out the other end. mommy's new job is "poo checker".

separation anxiety is rearing its ugly head. so baby is clingy to mommy or popo especially if she knows we are going "out". she will be the first at the door. she seems to have the sixth sense that we will be leaving soon and walks in top speed to the door. she loves to go kai kai. who doesn't?

i think she's slim down a bit (still maintain at 10kg, no weight increase from last month) coz she's walking non-stop and sweating from all the exercise...mommy miss her once super chubby thighs. got her a pink jelly shoe (size 4 - for up to 18 months) from mothercare (on sale now). her tiny feet not very tiny huh?? 10 months wear 18th months shoes? but she's not crazy about them, more happy to chew them, if she had her way.

**update 16 march - went to paed, had slight fever, weight 10.7 kg, height 71 cm, doc amazed by her progress**

busy weekend + hols ahead

daddy just came home with a nose job...well not the cosmetic surgery type (which he wished it was) but for medical reasons or else his sinus problems could kill him. so i have a big spoilt whinny baby on my hands to start off with, not counting the real 10kg baby and 2 cranky girls.

right after surgery, daddy was "a pain" coz he was "in pain", that was after the morphine stopped working its magic. at the hospital he was begging us to get a knife and stab him. being such a "loving and supportive" family, me and the girls think it was funny and laughed at him. even promise to bring a knife along the next time we visit him...it was the only "consoling" words that seem logical at the time...kakkakaka

his throat was cut and sewn up again - so major sore throat...i call this his "die-t plan". surely he's gonna lose some pounds since he can't be eating much for a week...even better than swallowing diet pills i guess.



then there's the invite to a birthday bash to attend...happy got the gifts done and half wrapped in an isetan paper bag...recycling all my shopping bags as gift wrappers - save time wrapping mah.

some more popo will be taking a short break, leaving me to hold the fort...(**panick sikit**) dunno what to feed the "troop" at the home "fort". it will not be too funny if i made porridge for them for the whole duration of this weekend, but good for the recovering fella and baby.

see how it goes...can't wait for all the "trauma" and "drama" coming up over this weekend.

happy weekend