So I was saying the other day that I fantasized going downtown to have tea and cake at TWG.
Well... I did it! My lovely colleague and friend, Jeya (actually she's Kavitha but for some bizarre reason, everyone calls her by the shortened version of her father's name, Jeyamalar) invited me to bring Tiffy put on an outing. It was hard with a baby who has naptimes to follow but we made it there.
Well, we still had to queue, as expected, despite the fact that it was a weekday afternoon. Don't these people have to work?! When we finally got in, we crammed into a little table between two other tables. Soon after we ordered, my precious little baby needed to nap. Ahh, that makes the entire tea time all the more enjoyable.
With Tiffy in my sling (cos the pram had to be parked somewhere else), I had the most delicious tea and cake and finger sandwiches. They don't sound like a lot but we paid $30 each for the tea set. I liked Jeya's tea. It was Sakura something. I had my favourite bergamot infused Earl Grey Buddha tea.
Mmm mmm!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
My Beautiful Baby
She has perfect ears.
She has perfect eyes.
She has perfect lips.
She has a perfect nose.
She has a perfect mouth.
She has perfect hair.
She has perfect teeth.
She has a perfect face.
She has perfect arms.
She has perfect little hands.
She has perfect legs.
She has perfect little feet.
She has a perfect little belly button!
And even if there's anywhere imperfect, she's still my perfect little baby.
I love her so much. With all my heart.
Tiffany - my perfect little baby.
She has perfect eyes.
She has perfect lips.
She has a perfect nose.
She has a perfect mouth.
She has perfect hair.
She has perfect teeth.
She has a perfect face.
She has perfect arms.
She has perfect little hands.
She has perfect legs.
She has perfect little feet.
She has a perfect little belly button!
And even if there's anywhere imperfect, she's still my perfect little baby.
I love her so much. With all my heart.
Tiffany - my perfect little baby.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tea at TWG
Let me introduce all of you to Nat. She's my bestest friend since NIE (although we were supposed to have known each other in JC) and Tiffy's Godma. Her husband's Kugan and very aptly Tiffy's Godpa.
SO. We were playing a game of Words with Friends (as usual, our daily battle against each other) when she said that she was at TWG at ION Orchard having tea and cake. Here I am, stuck to my Siamese twin Tiffy in a bid to nurse her back to nap, stomach growling and mouth watering at the very thought of tea and cake. So I asked Nat to tapow some tea and cake for me. I was kidding lah. And to my HORROR (not), she has left.
Okay, yes, I'm kinda bored. So here's my reply to Nat using Whatsapp:
I was kiddin. But yes, I'm still envious. I fantasize popping Tiffy into my slingalingaling and popping us together into a cabbycabbycab and riding it down to townytownytown and going up to TWG for tea and cakeycakeycake and going yummyyummyyum. Sigh. Pipe dream.
Just fantasizing. In reality, I'll be too lazy to pack the diaper bag, and prep Tiffy for a long trip down town just for tea and cake. Besides, it's almost dinner time now.
Uh oh, the Queen Bee has woken up and no amount of nursing would keep her asleep. It's time for singing and playing and reading (and pottying and diaper-changing) now!
SO. We were playing a game of Words with Friends (as usual, our daily battle against each other) when she said that she was at TWG at ION Orchard having tea and cake. Here I am, stuck to my Siamese twin Tiffy in a bid to nurse her back to nap, stomach growling and mouth watering at the very thought of tea and cake. So I asked Nat to tapow some tea and cake for me. I was kidding lah. And to my HORROR (not), she has left.
Okay, yes, I'm kinda bored. So here's my reply to Nat using Whatsapp:
I was kiddin. But yes, I'm still envious. I fantasize popping Tiffy into my slingalingaling and popping us together into a cabbycabbycab and riding it down to townytownytown and going up to TWG for tea and cakeycakeycake and going yummyyummyyum. Sigh. Pipe dream.
Just fantasizing. In reality, I'll be too lazy to pack the diaper bag, and prep Tiffy for a long trip down town just for tea and cake. Besides, it's almost dinner time now.
Uh oh, the Queen Bee has woken up and no amount of nursing would keep her asleep. It's time for singing and playing and reading (and pottying and diaper-changing) now!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Boliao Joke #1
Q: How many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two. One to screw it in and one to observe how the light bulb itself symbolizes a single incandescent beacon of subjective reality in a netherworld of endless absurdity reaching out toward a cosmos of nothingness.
Got this joke from Autumn Sweater's blog. I enjoy reading his blog!
A: Two. One to screw it in and one to observe how the light bulb itself symbolizes a single incandescent beacon of subjective reality in a netherworld of endless absurdity reaching out toward a cosmos of nothingness.
Got this joke from Autumn Sweater's blog. I enjoy reading his blog!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Lights! Camera! Action!
We liken our precious little daughter to a queen bee. That's cos we work our ass off to make sure she gets the best of everything.
Milk on demand? Check.
Daddy who is willing to change her diaper every morning? Check.
Mommy who sings and does action songs to entertain her (so that maybe she'll be cheery enough to allow another morsel of food through her tightly shut front gnashers)? Check.
Grandparents who visit every day to entertain her so that Mommy can get a lunch break? Check.
Godma who visits at least once a week just to cuddle her? Check.
Godpa who dances in the middle of the mall with her (and taught her the art of dance)? Check.
Laundry washed every other day? Check.
Company at night on a queen sized mattress (cos she's the Queen Bee after all)? Check
Tons of storybooks? Check.
Tons of toys? Check.
Fun bath-time? Check.
Play-yard with tons of toys? Check.
Play-mat so she won't graze her royal butt or knock her royal head against the cold hard floor within the play-yard? Check.
3 dish meals? Check.
Porridge with at least 1 veg and 1 meat every day? Check.
The list is endless.
And on top of all these, a Mommy who tries to chronicle every little development she has made in her journey through childhood.
Here's a list of actions Tiffany (the Queen Bee) can do now:
*LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!*
Clap hands
Wave goodbye
Hold toy phone receiver to her ear
Show her tongue
Dance
Point to her ear
Point to someone else's nose
Point to Daddy's teeth (never works with anyone else's)
Point to Daddy when you ask her where he is
Search for 3rd Aunt's cat when you ask her where it is
Point to her dog when you ask her where it is
All the above will be executed solely based on the Queen Bee's mood.
Milk on demand? Check.
Daddy who is willing to change her diaper every morning? Check.
Mommy who sings and does action songs to entertain her (so that maybe she'll be cheery enough to allow another morsel of food through her tightly shut front gnashers)? Check.
Grandparents who visit every day to entertain her so that Mommy can get a lunch break? Check.
Godma who visits at least once a week just to cuddle her? Check.
Godpa who dances in the middle of the mall with her (and taught her the art of dance)? Check.
Laundry washed every other day? Check.
Company at night on a queen sized mattress (cos she's the Queen Bee after all)? Check
Tons of storybooks? Check.
Tons of toys? Check.
Fun bath-time? Check.
Play-yard with tons of toys? Check.
Play-mat so she won't graze her royal butt or knock her royal head against the cold hard floor within the play-yard? Check.
3 dish meals? Check.
Porridge with at least 1 veg and 1 meat every day? Check.
The list is endless.
And on top of all these, a Mommy who tries to chronicle every little development she has made in her journey through childhood.
Here's a list of actions Tiffany (the Queen Bee) can do now:
*LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!*
Clap hands
Wave goodbye
Hold toy phone receiver to her ear
Show her tongue
Dance
Point to her ear
Point to someone else's nose
Point to Daddy's teeth (never works with anyone else's)
Point to Daddy when you ask her where he is
Search for 3rd Aunt's cat when you ask her where it is
Point to her dog when you ask her where it is
All the above will be executed solely based on the Queen Bee's mood.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Food! Glorious Food!
Why doesn't little baby Tiffany have the same sentiment? Food is such a joy! It's so fun to buy, to prepare, to cook, and it's so nice to slurp and smack lips and feel it mashing up between your cheeks and gums! Oh, have we forgotten to mention the myriad of tastes and aromas that fill your nose as you taste something new each week?
The purée business is so far so good. The following is a list I keep on my phone:
Rice cereal
Potato purée
Avocado purée
Pumpkin purée
Banana purée
Banana mash
Sweet potato purée
Barley cereal
Applesauce
Pearsauce
Rice porridge
Oat/Mixed grain cereal
Carrot purée
Butternut squash purée
Peach purée
Spinach purée
Yoghurt
Pork rib porridge
Chicken bone porridge
Sweetcorn porridge
Carrot porridge
Brocolli porridge
Spinach porridge
Ikan bilis porridge
For the foods that I've made and offered to Tiffany, I put a symbol to indicate her reaction to it. Those without iPhone will probably not be able to see those symbols. So far her favourite food requires no cooking or preparation. Sigh. It's yoghurt. I got her Petit Miam. Very ex. 6 tiny pots of yoghurt for $5.50.
Currently, Tiffany's 8 months old. I'm giving her a bit more texture in her food and introducing more solid stuff to her. She's not used to it and resultantly gags sometimes. But I've got to keep trying. She has so far choked on:
Baby rusk
Banana
Oat cereal (Stage 2 Cerelac)
Very mushy pork rib porridge
My friend Edelweiss suggested I put sweetcorn instead of potato into the porridge to make it taste much better. It's stewing in my slow cooker now. The entire house is filled with the fragrance of JAGUNG. Mmmmmm... Mouthwatering aroma! I hope Tiffy will like her porridge better. I've tried cooking it for 4 weeks now, almost every day. After this nap when she takes her lunch, Tiffy will give her verdict.
The purée business is so far so good. The following is a list I keep on my phone:
Rice cereal
Potato purée
Avocado purée
Pumpkin purée
Banana purée
Banana mash
Sweet potato purée
Barley cereal
Applesauce
Pearsauce
Rice porridge
Oat/Mixed grain cereal
Carrot purée
Butternut squash purée
Peach purée
Spinach purée
Yoghurt
Pork rib porridge
Chicken bone porridge
Sweetcorn porridge
Carrot porridge
Brocolli porridge
Spinach porridge
Ikan bilis porridge
For the foods that I've made and offered to Tiffany, I put a symbol to indicate her reaction to it. Those without iPhone will probably not be able to see those symbols. So far her favourite food requires no cooking or preparation. Sigh. It's yoghurt. I got her Petit Miam. Very ex. 6 tiny pots of yoghurt for $5.50.
Currently, Tiffany's 8 months old. I'm giving her a bit more texture in her food and introducing more solid stuff to her. She's not used to it and resultantly gags sometimes. But I've got to keep trying. She has so far choked on:
Baby rusk
Banana
Oat cereal (Stage 2 Cerelac)
Very mushy pork rib porridge
My friend Edelweiss suggested I put sweetcorn instead of potato into the porridge to make it taste much better. It's stewing in my slow cooker now. The entire house is filled with the fragrance of JAGUNG. Mmmmmm... Mouthwatering aroma! I hope Tiffy will like her porridge better. I've tried cooking it for 4 weeks now, almost every day. After this nap when she takes her lunch, Tiffy will give her verdict.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Rubber Heartie
My heart is made of rubber
Soft and malleable
It floats on a pool of sweet water
That flows with joy and laughter
It's easy to melt my heart
It is a simple art
All you need is teardrops
And a sprinkle of tiny sobs
Whom does my heart hold dear
My little baby Tiffany
A whimper, a sob, I freeze with fear
Instinctively I crave to hold her
So how am I to sleep train her?
To opt for the extreme extinction
How am I to let her cry?
All alone in the crib by herself
How can I preserve my sanity?
When seconds seem hours ticking by
How my heart aches to hear each sob!
I'll feel I have to stop
It's going to be so very hard
To sleep train my precious daughter
For I know she's bound to break my heart
With as little as a tiny whimper
Soft and malleable
It floats on a pool of sweet water
That flows with joy and laughter
It's easy to melt my heart
It is a simple art
All you need is teardrops
And a sprinkle of tiny sobs
Whom does my heart hold dear
My little baby Tiffany
A whimper, a sob, I freeze with fear
Instinctively I crave to hold her
So how am I to sleep train her?
To opt for the extreme extinction
How am I to let her cry?
All alone in the crib by herself
How can I preserve my sanity?
When seconds seem hours ticking by
How my heart aches to hear each sob!
I'll feel I have to stop
It's going to be so very hard
To sleep train my precious daughter
For I know she's bound to break my heart
With as little as a tiny whimper
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