Friday, 15 February 2013

Little Dragon: 7 Months Old

Sweetheart is 7 months old.

Did I mention she is such a joy? 

Yeah, only about a million times...I know, I know...

I soooooo have obnoxious-mom-with-cute-kid-syndrome

She is so calm and relaxed, I think she must have been a zen master in her past life.

Unlike Tiger who was a high maintenance baby, Dragon is so easy going.

Maybe it is the boob thing but hey, no complaints here.


Physically, she is even more advanced than Tiger.

Which, btw, took me by surprise.

At 6 months, she was already cross crawling and sitting up by herself.

Just before turning 7 months, she can pull her up to standing position.

Her latest obsessions?

Attempting to climb my bed
Trying to use Tiger's Thomas ride as a walker
Trying to walk by holding on to couch

Crazy girl!!!!
She scares me, a little, really....
In Malay, we call her samseng (aka gangster)


I strongly believe in signing and Tiger has been given this very important duty.

So far, he has taught Dragon milk and more

Unlike Tiger, no food required for bribery.


She has a loud voice but she prefers smiling to screaming ^__^


Dragon is friendly but wary of strangers 

She may smile but dislike being passed around like a parcel.

When approached, she will lean her head on my chest or shoulder with a shy look.

Melts my heart each time.

Loves her brother to bits. Unfortunately the feeling is still not mutual.




She is such a playful baby with super itchy hands.

I am so happy that I finally have a child who LOVES toys.

Unlike the toy-snob I call my son.


Remember my bragging on Facebook that she slept through the night?

Well, that was the only time.

Yeah, go ahead...laugh laaarrr......

Her ritual.


5 minutes later....

Grope for mama
(If I so dare snuggle with hubs on the 'real' bed.....)

Fake cry (soft)
(Pretend not to hear and pray she will learn to soothe herself)

Louder cry
(Still pretending to not hear her)

Sit up for maximum attention
(mama in alert mode)

Flail arms wildly and scream
(mom scurries back to floor mattress)

Feed again
Sleep with evil grin.

I swear this is almost a ritual now
(except the evil grin part which is my imagination, I think)

When I imagine us 10 years later, I always end up snuggling her harder.
Come teenagers will be seen dead or alive with their crazy, over-bearing mom.

Friday, 8 February 2013

Happy Chinese New Year 2013

This is my definition of joy, luck, happiness, wealth and 

We have been very blessed.....

We wish our kind readers all the good health and 

abundance of wealth for this new year.

Hugs and Cheers!!!

Monday, 4 February 2013

Operation Pacifier Weaning

Here's our story: At birth, we used this pacifier from the AVENT starter set.

He was not into the pacifier at all. Only when he was falling asleep, then he would spit it out.
I thought, wow, lucky me...little did I know....

After 6 months, I bought these cool AVENT Glow-in-The-Dark ones. So that Grandma can find them easily in the middle of the night, just in case :)

That was the biggest mistake, ever. He thought that they were cool too. So much so that he became addicted to them. Argggghhh......

Then, at 2 years old, still addicted, he developed the gnawing and biting habit. After he destroyed both of them, I bought him not so cool ones, hoping that he will, you know, fall out of love. He destroyed Mr Brown Cat in one day. 

So, I warned him "Mr Lamb is your LAST (I really emphasized LAST). If you bite through this one, I am not going to buy anymore"

He got the message LOUD & CLEAR and was very careful with it. Unfortunately, after 6 months of repeated sterilization and biting, the plastic part cracked a little. The nipple remained intact. So, he continued using it until the fateful date, 02-02-2013. He dropped and broke a part of poor Mr Lamb.

Mama: GASP! OH, Oh, Oh no.....

Tiger: Break oh...(horror written all over his face)

Mama: He he 
(I was horrified too but I laughed too..terrible, I know)

Tiger: His eyes started to swell, tears brimming....

Mama: (opportunistic ME sprang into action)
Nevermind lar, Lil J also never use already...say bye bye to "cuit-cuit"
You are a big boy already.

Tiger: Can use

Mama: Cannot

Tiger: Okay

Mama: Huh? So easy? Cannot be?

We walked to the dustbin in the kitchen together.

He held his pacifier in his hands while I held the dustbin cover for him.

Mama: Okay, throw. You can do it.

Tiger stared at his Mr Lamb for what felt like an hour and then he handed it to me,
" Mama, you throw"

OMG, drama king.....haha.....he couldn't do it.

 "You can"

He stared at Mr Lamb again, as if saying Good Bye.
Then, he looked at me and say, "I no can. Mama throw"

"We throw together?"

Nods head.

When he finally let go, there was so much of sadness in his eyes...
I almost wanted to run to the baby store to get him another one.

He asked for it at night and could not go to sleep..poor thing

Grandma finally cracked after a measly ONE day.
Pffftttt, weak.
I would probably crack too if I was to listen to him whine all day long.
Next time, bring me the wasabi!!!!

So, now he is using the white one with FLOWERS detail (top left)
On loan from Lil Dragon (who hates it)
Yeah, I gave him a hard time for the flowers.

So now, in public, he covers it with his pillow/hanky/bolster.

Aaahhh, my lil man....

Ashamed but addicted.

Years later, his therapist will blame me for giving him a flowery pacifier.

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