The astroNaUT

I went home to this yesterday.
My mum says she took off her shorts to use as the flag.
Such "creativity"!

Thank goodness for digital photography

When you have 2 tots not of an instructable age and each have an agenda of their own, you have to click the camera at least 20 times just to get a decent shot (forget about picture perfect!).

How to make this a long post?

At 22 months....here's a list of words she can say.

pa pa

daddy

ma ma

mummy

na na

yeh yeh

po po

gong gong

yi yi

ah bak

uncle

auntie

jie jie

kor kor

di di

mei mei

prease (please)

bye bye

hi

harrow (hello)

sit

walk

dog

cat

bird

lao shu (rat)

tar (star)

no more

rain

go away

row

memmy (merrily)

go

out

put

no

yes

me

mine

eat

milk

kaka (lizard)

fish

floor

bed

elmo

big bird

ernie

bus

book

bag
light
stay
touch

apple

orange

pear

banana

cheese

wear

shoe

nice

don't want

jump

bear

ehbit (rabbit)

fog (frog)

ball

door

open

up

new

big

small

down

sleep

baby

moon

sun

我爱你

and most parts of the human body.

Still trying to get her to say sheep, cow and horse.... for the longest time. She'll only go 'baah baah; moo-oo; klock kloch".

And for those words which she understands but don't know how to say, they're all "eh eh eh eh....."

I was getting worried when she rarely opened her mouth at 18 months!

The Bag Lady

She's into bags these days.....

The happier moments of Dec 2007

Not very Merry!

We spent the last few days of 2007 in the children’s ward of Mt Alvernia hospital. On Hari Raya, we were doing some festive shopping at Junction 8 when we received news that Tricia has vomited again (she vomited just as we were leaving the house). Yes, this is her 1st official vomit, not counting the times when she regurgitated a bit of milk during her burping sessions when she was an infant.

We rushed back to my in-law’s to see a pale doe-eyed sickly child who by then have already vomited 4 times. We brought her to the hospital at around 6pm and she was given a jab on her backside. After which we went back home and she slept till 8pm. When she woke up, we gave her some milk and she vomited again. So off to the hospital we went again. This time the doctor decided that she needs to be warded for the bout of stomach virus and called for her PD.





Her PD came at about 11pm+ (she was in a concert J) and she said it’d be better for her to be put on the drip. So they brought her to the nursing room to prepare. They asked us to leave the room cuz they were afraid that I’d cry when I see them poking the needle into her hand. We hanged around outside, I even covered my ears so that I wouldn’t hear her cry. Minutes went pass, we didn’t hear anything. When the door finally opens, the poor girl just stare at me with her big brown eyes and no tears in sight. The PD signed to us that she did not cry at all. This girl is full of pride! She refused to cry in the company of others. I’m sure those who witnessed her big fall in church that certain day can attest to this!



So, for the next 1 ½ days in the hospital, she is often seen walking along the corridor with her drip (rolled by us) behind her. The only time she’s in her bed is when she’s asleep or when we need to recharge the drip (it only lasts 1 hr without electricty). Yes, she struts the corridor like she owns it! The nurses knew her name and called out to her every now and then. One of the PDs said “this one is a chilli padi”. Oh dear, I hope he’s not right!



Just as she was ready to be discharged, mommy here fell sick too, and vomited in the playroom. So it was my turn to visit the A&E and be jabbed too. This is one contagious virus. Before this, my dad was ill, after that Tricia, followed by my mum, my sis and then me.


Peeping at her neighbour


Thanks everyone, for your prayers and well-wishes. Here’s wishing all a blessed and healthy New Year!

Happy 2008!

Ain't no sleeping beauty

Tricia is sleeping less and less with age.

As if the Terrible Twos behaviour is not enough to irritate us, we now have to put up with her erractic sleep patterns.

Despite having to wake up at about 6.45am every morning, she gets through the day with only about two 1 hour naps.

During the weekends, if we do not bring her out for breakfast to tire her out, she'll object to that sacred 1 hour morning nap.

In the evenings, after her 9pm milk and the bedtime routine of brushing teeth, good night kisses and prayers, the nightmare begins. We used to be able to just leave her in her bed and she'll entertain herself to sleep. However in the recent months, after the lights are off, she'll cry 'mama mama' and puts her arms out to be carried.

On good nights, I can just lay on my bed, pretend to sleep and she'll just roll around in hers and fall alseep within 1/2 hr. On bad nights, she'll just refuse to lie down, nor allow me to, and will just wail the night away until the papa gives in and carries her. He'll then put her on our bed and she'll roll/kick/toss around till she falls asleep, like 2 hours later. Just the night before, papa said he fell asleep 3 times while waiting for her to go into dreamland!

On such nights, we can enter the room with her at 9pm and leave the room as late as 11.30pm, when she's sound asleep.

The story's not over yet.

No matter what time she slept the night before, could be 11.30pm or 9.30pm, the next morning, she would rise on her own by 7am!

The early bird catches the worms, I know. But I wonder who taught her to eat worms. Sigh... I'd rather she just take milk.