<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769</id><updated>2009-12-09T09:01:50.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chitter Chatter of ZMM</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog started as a blog for my daugther, Zara, whom we were blessed to have after 5years of trying and praying. We have then moved on to my own domain, after our 2nd girl, Zaria was born. 

Now this will be my space, for my views, my recipes, my take.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>343</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-1462641494480739020</id><published>2007-12-18T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:16:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna Hay's Chrismas Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Many were interested in getting the recipe of the &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net/?p=696"&gt;pudding I made&lt;/a&gt;, I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Modern-Classics-Book-Biscuits-Cookbooks/dp/0060525894"&gt;Donna Hay Modern Classics Book 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Click on the pix to read the details.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/ZarasMama/R2d_fmVM8cI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JZO0LVKmAwU/s800/PC180071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="A Page from Donna Hay Modern Classics Book 2" src="http://lh6.google.com/ZarasMama/R2d_fmVM8cI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JZO0LVKmAwU/s800/PC180071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In my case, I made them in individual sizes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So the cloth size should be 30cm (12inch) squares x 8.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Each pudding should be holding ~250g mixture.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cooking time : 1hr 30mins. Reheat time : 30mins boiling (that's what the recipe suggested but I steam for similar amount of time instead).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-1462641494480739020?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/1462641494480739020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=1462641494480739020&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/1462641494480739020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/1462641494480739020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/12/donna-hays-chrismas-pudding.html' title='Donna Hay&apos;s Chrismas Pudding'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-285487701230705585</id><published>2007-12-15T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:39:29.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelly Brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jelly Brains is the nickname we gave to our Filipino maid. Why do we call her that?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her name is Jelly (real name which is printed on her passport). And she's absolutely forgetful.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here are a few incidences : 
1) Went to my sister's appartment, and when she were going home, after a few steps down the stairs, she exclaimed, "Alamak, I forgot to wear my slippers." (you mean you were bare feet and you didn't know until after taking a few steps?)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
2) She changed Zaria's diaper during Zaria's evening bath, and left the soaked diaper on Zara's wooden toy house just next to the cot. When we were doing reading in the night, we were curious where the urine stench came from. We then discovered the the wet diaper. When we asked her, she said, "Oh, I forgot."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
3) She reheated Zaria's porridge, and went on to bath Zaria, forgotten about the poridge on the stove. The pot was burnt! That night, Zaria had to eat instant cereal. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;
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4) She watered the plant without removing Zara's bicycle right below the plant. Drenching Zara's bicycle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
5) After I took the girls out for a walk, I called her out to bring Zaria up for her bath, while I entered the house with Zara first. She carried Zaria from her cot, went straight up to the room to bath Zaria, forgetting to lock the door.
&lt;/p&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;Jelly brains or not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-285487701230705585?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/285487701230705585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=285487701230705585&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/285487701230705585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/285487701230705585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/12/jelly-brains.html' title='Jelly Brains'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-687724725009182107</id><published>2007-12-05T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:16:07.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formaldehyde in Beer??</title><content type='html'>Daddy had this Xi Hu beer in Hangzhou the other day when we were in &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net/?p=663"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/a&gt;.

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Formaldehyde in Beer" src="http://mytwogirls.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/beer1.jpg" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
On it, there was this text printed : "free from formaldehyde". Daddy and I were joking about this, and thought it was just a marketting gimmick that this brewery is using to promote itself as more 'superior' than others, although the test of the beer wasn't that superior.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I wonder if people actually use formaldehyde in beer brewing.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Well google has the answer,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"It had been known that some Chinese breweries have habitually added a small amount of formaldehyde to the mash, ostensibly as a clarifying agent. Large export and joint venture brewers have stopped using formaldehyde, but the recent study indicates that the practice remains widespread." taken from &lt;a href="http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m3469/is_29_56/ai_n14837605"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, and you can read the whole article from that site.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, watch out beer drinker out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-687724725009182107?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/687724725009182107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=687724725009182107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/687724725009182107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/687724725009182107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/12/formaldehyde-in-beer.html' title='Formaldehyde in Beer??'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-693628070253670799</id><published>2007-11-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:56:37.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;
Since I'd already have another &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net/index.php"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to chart the development of the girls, I will use this blog more as a personal blog.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For my thoughts, my feelings, for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the next few days, the lay out will be changed, so what started out as a blog for my daugther, Zara, will now be a place for me for my thoughts.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-693628070253670799?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/693628070253670799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=693628070253670799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/693628070253670799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/693628070253670799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-blog.html' title='This blog'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-7510073268848939999</id><published>2007-11-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:37:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandonned but revived!</title><content type='html'>This blog has been left abandoned for quiet a while.

It's time to revive it.

If you have been visiting &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net"&gt;their site&lt;/a&gt; at my own domain, you know the girls are doing great. Zara has just celebrated her &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net/?p=636"&gt;3rd birthday&lt;/a&gt;, and Zaria is alread &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net/?p=667"&gt;11th month old&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, time flies.

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Zaria at 11th month" src="http://mytwogirls.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/zaria-at-11th-month.JPG" /&gt;

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="3 yrs old Zara" src="http://mytwogirls.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/collage77.jpg" /&gt;
Look at how big they have grown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-7510073268848939999?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/7510073268848939999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=7510073268848939999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/7510073268848939999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/7510073268848939999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/11/abandonned.html' title='Abandonned but revived!'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116833959490863636</id><published>2007-01-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:31:45.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1) Blogger has been giving me lots of problem esp with photos loading&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) We have new addition to the family and &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/"&gt;All About Zara&lt;/a&gt; just won't work any more.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I'm moving out to wordpress (can't afford my own domain yet). Here is the new link about &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.wordpress.com/"&gt;My Two Girls&lt;/a&gt;, and we have finally decided on Baby's name.
&lt;p&gt;See you in there.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Updated Nov '07 : &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I finally got my own domain, my birthday present for myself and have moved from &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.wordpress.com"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt; to my own domain, you can visit the girls site &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

The &lt;a href="http://mytwogirls.net/?p=545"&gt;first post&lt;/a&gt; from that site was written in September. Enjoy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116833959490863636?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116833959490863636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116833959490863636&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116833959490863636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116833959490863636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving-out.html' title='Moving Out'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116822952231389811</id><published>2007-01-08T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:08:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos - Baby, Girls' moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/463550/bcollage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/376857/bcollage20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Who does she look like? She has Daddy's eye lids, but my big pupils. Daddy's nose, and sharper face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/439710/bcollage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/648875/bcollage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Looking pretty serious here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/34937/bcollage23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Zara's pretty loving towards meimei the minute they met. She wants to 'sayang' meimei every time when meimei cries or frets by stroking and singing to meimei. She likes to hug meimei for no reason. Drinking milk together in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/52935/our%20hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/261476/our%20hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Meimei's small hands compared to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

Update on Zara
When we asked Zara what we should call meimei since we have already shortlisted to 2 names, and we wanted her to choose one, she just said &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"mei mei's name is mei mei."&lt;/span&gt;

Zara has also started to ask the Why question. E.g. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Why the korkor (Chinese : big brother) nose like that one"&lt;/span&gt; when she saw a picture of a boy with big longish nose.

Zara's is getting better in reasoning.
Daddy asked her to walk when all she wanted was to be carried when they go for their park trip. She told daddy, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Daddy carry Zara. Daddy need(s) excercise."&lt;/span&gt;
I told her to stay away from meimei since she is not fully recovered from chicken pox and she told me, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm feeling better already. I eat (ate) my chicken pox medicine already."&lt;/span&gt;

And she started calling Daddy &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Dad"&lt;/span&gt; and me &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mum".&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea where she learn that (TV maybe?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116822952231389811?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116822952231389811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116822952231389811&amp;isPopup=true' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116822952231389811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116822952231389811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/01/photos-baby-girls-moment.html' title='Photos - Baby, Girls&apos; moment'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116816591700994733</id><published>2007-01-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:49:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates - Birth, Baby, Zara, CL, Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Our 2nd daugther was born on 28th Dec evening.

I opted for elective induction and admitted in the morning to be induced. Dr inserted a pill into the cervix to start things off and later put me on drips. I only got a little contraction, I could still read, listen to music, talk to Daddy gaily.

When the drip dosage was increased to 100%, my cervix was barely 2 cm opened, even though the contraction pain started to become unberable. I wanted to go without pain relief for as long as I can but after 1 1/2hr, I started using the (&lt;a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/pregnancy/labourandbirth/painrelief/entonox/"&gt;entonox&lt;/a&gt;) gas. Then the midwife suggested that I go with pain killer since I got very tense every time the contraction started which would affect the cervix dilation. After talking to Daddy, I opted for &lt;a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/pregnancy/labourandbirth/painrelief/pethidine/"&gt;Pethidine&lt;/a&gt;, just like I did with Zara's birth.

The minute Pethidine was injected, I started relaxing and the cervix started to dilate. We were disturbed by baby's heart beat though. Every time when a contraction started, her heart beat went down, after the contraction, the heart beat recovered. Dr was called and he told us that it may be due to 1) baby was compressed in the birth canal or 2) baby's umblical cord was around her neck. The latter could be life threatening. He told us we could either opt for emergency c-sect for safest bet, but looking from the way things are progressing, he told us to hang a little bit longer. We were worried, but trusted his judgement.

Soon after that, I could feel the urge to push (that's why I didn't want to go for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epidural"&gt;epidural&lt;/a&gt; since it will numb all such sensation). Midwife checked me and found that baby's head was already crowning. Every thing started to happen, within minutes, Dr was back in the labour room, gave me an episiotomy, and the delivery began. This round, no help needed, baby just got pushed out with one push.

The minute I heard her cry, all pain was forgotten, although I still felt a bit high and dizzy from Pethidine, the rush of joy was overwhelming.

The little girl was 2.91Kg (Zara was 3.39Kg), and her height was 51.5cm (Zara was 50.5cm).


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/420789/delivery%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/320/552276/delivery%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The room we spent 12hrs in awaiting for the birth of our 2nd daugther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baby&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;I worried too much. When I was pregnant, I was constantly worried that I will not love baby as much as I do with Zara. I just found new capicity to love her. How can you not love your own flesh and blood?

Baby is good, she's more patient than Zara and even when she's hungry, she'll cry a little and wait for me to feed her (Zara used to cry and turn black every time we were a bit too 'slow').

She sleeps a lot still, but when she's awake, she likes to look around, checking us out. She was admitted back to the hospital for jaundice for 2 nights and now she's back home coping well.

We still call her baby or mei-mei (Chinese : Small sister) since we haven't decided on the name yet. :(

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zara&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;
Zara is doing very well as a jie-jie (Chinese: Big sister). We gave her a set of nice markers as a present from baby and also bought her a baloon when she came visiting, telling her she's now jie-jie to baby and mummy's assistant. She's very proud of her new titles.

The first few days, she cried when baby cried for milk. She didn't want the Confinement Lady (CL) to handle mei-mei when mei-mei cried but insisted that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mummy, sayang (Malay : pat) mei-mei. Don't want aunty (CL) sayang."&lt;/span&gt; She constantly wants to hug and stroke her mei-mei but unfortunately, she contracted chicken pox (probably from visiting mei-mei in the peadiatric ward) after mei-mei was discharged and we told her not to be too close to mei-mei for the time being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Confinement Lady&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;
What's wrong with these people? They think so highly of themselves that they don't wash dishes, do house work or help out with the older kids even when they are just siting around doing nothing.

I'm barely able to stand her, and Daddy is very tempted to get rid of her. She's more like a cook instead of a CL. Since I'm 100% breastfeeding, and I like to be a bit hands on (like cleaning baby's poo or &lt;a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/baby/newborn/bathingnewborn/"&gt;topping and tailing baby&lt;/a&gt;) she doesn't have much to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby sleeps with me in the night, and when I naps. I wake up to feed her while the CL sleeps away. She cooks for me 3 meals a day, washes baby's clothes, bathes baby and that's about all she does. She doesn't help with Zara at all, nor anything else in the house. She sleeps when I sleeps (and sometimes before), and when Zara watches her VCDs/DVDs, she watches with Zara(but not to care for Zara, even small little things like giving Zara snacks or taking a drink for Zara from the fridge, CL will shout for Tuyam to do it).

The only good thing that came out of this is she knows what I should and should not eat and make sure whatever I take help with milk production. With Zara (without a CL), my milk came on day 5. With baby, my milk came on day 4 and supply is pretty good.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I'm doing fine but a bit tired. 2 kids vs 1 is very different. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When baby is feeding and Zara needs attention, I have to be tactful, or still give Zara the attention by talking to her or doing things with her with my free hand. I still try to spend as much time as I can with Zara so that she doesn't feel I'm neglecting her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When baby is alert, I try to talk to her and carry her around to show her the house or look at new things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only get to rest when both of them are sleeping. Luckily, I can breastfeed while lying down, so in the night when baby wakes up for her feed, I just latch her on and continue to sleep while she feeds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure what is wrong with blogger but have been trying to post more photos but not able to after the hospital shot.. *sigh* May not be able to update or read blogs as frequently for now until things are more settled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116816591700994733?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116816591700994733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116816591700994733&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116816591700994733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116816591700994733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2007/01/updates-birth-baby-zara-cl-me.html' title='Updates - Birth, Baby, Zara, CL, Me'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116723281000255997</id><published>2006-12-27T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:25:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things She Says Prior To The Delivery</title><content type='html'>She woke up one morning and started crying, big drops of tears flowing down (not the wailing type of crying).
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy gone!&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Did you have a bad dream?&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*still crying* Mummy gone to Morib.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mummy is not gone, see, mummy is here.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*smiled and wiped her tears* Yeah, mummy is here. Not gone.
&lt;/span&gt;
On our last visit to the Dr.
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zara ask Dr Jason to take out baby from mummy's stomach.
&lt;/span&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then mummy can go to the park with Zara. Zara can sit on mummy's lap on the swing, then Zara and mummy can swing high high.
&lt;/span&gt;(She missed the time I used to sit her on my lap and we shared a swing together)

Earlier today.
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy, Daddy, Zara, family.
&lt;/span&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, later we'll have mei-mei. Then it'll be Mummy, Daddy, Zara, mei mei. We're a family.&lt;/span&gt; Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't want mei mei. Zara's family only have Mummy, Daddy and Zara.&lt;/span&gt;

When I tugged her to bed, I prepped her for tomorrow.
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tomorrow mummy will go to the hospital and stay there ok? Zara sleep with Daddy in the night.
&lt;/span&gt;Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*started crying* I don't want mummy to go to hospital, I want mummy to stay with Zara. &lt;/span&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zara can come and visit mummy with Daddy you know.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*still crying* Then Zara say hi to mummy. *started wailing* I don't want.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok ok. We talk about happier things then. What did we do today.. let's see.......&lt;/span&gt;
Zara :&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; *stopped her crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116723281000255997?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116723281000255997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116723281000255997&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116723281000255997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116723281000255997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-she-says-prior-to-delivery.html' title='Things She Says Prior To The Delivery'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116715192827118038</id><published>2006-12-27T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:19:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-Ho-Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to pop soon, and here is what we'd been doing, to spend time with Zara as the only child before the arrival of no. 2.

Eve of Christmas Eve : We had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.eatworkshop.com/"&gt;Eat Work Shop&lt;/a&gt;, and I had my roast turkey! It was good! The owner, Marcia, even threw in the turkey wing for free! After that, we took Zara to hotels (&lt;a href="http://www.thesaujanahotel.com/"&gt;The Saujana&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.kl-hotels.com/glenmarie/"&gt;The Holiday Inn Glenmarie&lt;/a&gt;) to check out the Christmas decorations, and she really had a good time, since these 2 hotels were very spacious and quiet, and she can run around freely.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/158377/bcollage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/647852/bcollage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Eve : The big family dinner was supposed to be 3 tables at a Chinese restaurant. My eldest sis decided not to join us and my youngest sis got admitted for dengue fever the day before. So the dinner ended up being a small one, with only &lt;a href="http://simplyhantam.blogspot.com/"&gt;King's Wife's&lt;/a&gt; family and ours with my dad. Dinner was err.. cut throat price in Overseas Restaurant and not nice at all!

After dinner, we adjorned to the hospital to visit my sister and open up our presents together with my sister's family.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/158377/bcollage17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/867455/bcollage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
On Christmas Day : Zara was kept busy playing with her Christmas presents in the morning. We then went to have lunch with my dad, and later dinner with Daddy's friends. Whole day of eating and outing!
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/918401/Zara%20and%20pink%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/336760/Zara%20and%20pink%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She and her favourite present, the singing pink car, from Chloe, our neighbour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
On Boxing Day : Daddy went back to work. I brought Zara to Kidzsports with Tuyam and then to the Pet Shop, per the requests of the little girl. Bought myself the &lt;a href="http://www.allerhand.com/"&gt;Allerhand&lt;/a&gt; bag (Christmas present from Daddy), and end my hunt for the perfect bag for carrying Zara and baby's things.

Best of all! Zara and I are both very happy to receive these from &lt;a href="http://domesticrat.wordpress.com/"&gt;Domestic Rat&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://littlemissmay.com/"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks Ladies!
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/173839/gifts%20from%20friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/272894/gifts%20from%20friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zara loves the doggie; I believe the Chocolate lolly was supposed to be a raindeer, but it has melted. :( Zara was however, very keen in tasting her first lolly pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be going in to the hospital on Thursday to get induced. Today (Wednesday) will be my very last day spending with Zara before the arrival of baby. Some how, I feel a bit melancholy. After this, she will no longer be my only child, where all my energy and attention has been channeled to the last 2 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me a safe and quick delivery, will you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116715192827118038?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116715192827118038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116715192827118038&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116715192827118038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116715192827118038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-ho-holidays.html' title='Ho-Ho-Holidays!'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116667547601611889</id><published>2006-12-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:56:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confinement Sleeping Arrangement</title><content type='html'>We had very bad experience with our first confinement lady (CL) when we had Zara. Being extremely unhygenic&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; (picked nose then applied diaper cream on Zara; dipped a spoon into her mouth to taste her own cooking and then using the same spoon to stir the broth later)&lt;/span&gt;, totally non supportive of my breast feeding plan &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(when Zara cried because of hunger, she started chanting,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"aiyo, girl girl ah, mummy naughty ah, don't let you drink powder milk ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;", as though I wasn't already stressed enough)&lt;/span&gt; and rough (&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the thumping sound she made when she burped Zara was heart breaking)&lt;/span&gt;; she got the boot the 2nd day. I took care of Zara on my own (no MIL to offer help, didn't trust maid with Zara) with a few visits from the hospital nurse to teach me how to bath and care for Zara.

We are trying our luck the 2nd time this round. Since I only started looking for one after I got my amnio result (into 5th month), we were not left with many choices (better ones were already hired). I haven't met the CL, don't know what she looks like, how she is.

Daddy is extremely skeptical about leaving baby at night with the CL alone in a room for that one month. Since I'm going to breast feed anyway, we plan to have the CL sleep with me in our room, while Daddy takes the guest's room.

The thing is where will the CL sleep? On our queen size bed with me? Err.. I don't think I want that. On Zara's bed? Hah, here is what Zara said when we tried to 'negotiate' with her.
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Zara let Aunty sleep on your bed, then Zara sleep with mummy on mummy's bed ok? At night, mummy can hug hug you to sleep (to 'motivate' her)"&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Zara's bed is Zara's. Aunty sleep downstairs on the sofa."&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"There are lots of bugs downstairs at night."
&lt;/span&gt;Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*pointing to the guest's room* "Aunty sleep in the other room."
&lt;/span&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Daddy is sleeping there already... We changed the mattress, bed sheets on your bed, then Zara let Aunty sleep on your bed can or not?"
&lt;/span&gt;Zara :&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "Nooo! This is special bed *pointing to her bed*, only Zara can sleep here. Nobody can sleep"&lt;/span&gt; (and I was worried &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-misses-her-cot.html"&gt;she won't settle in her own bed&lt;/a&gt;, when we moved her from her cot to the bed)
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Then where will aunty sleep?"
&lt;/span&gt;Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*pointed to the floor in our room* "Sleep there then."&lt;/span&gt;

So, here is our plan, we'll be setting up another single bed in our room near the cot, and have the CL sleep there for that month.

Have a look at the room now, it'll turn into a dorm when the other bed is moved in!

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The thing is, Zara never wanted to admit it's Tasha's birthday. When we told her we're going for Tasha's birthday party, she said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No, it's Zara's birthday!"&lt;/span&gt;. When we asked her to pass the present to Tasha, she said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No, it's Zara's one!"&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't want to give Tasha a hug, or wish her Happy Birthday. She didn't even want to join in the other children for a group photo.

Hmm.. at this age, she is really not showing much interest to kids her age or younger than her. Maybe it's the competition (for attention) she finds unsettling. She stuck to her older cousins all the time, joining in their games.


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/96052/collage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/981166/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Playing with her cousins; Tasha with BIL and sis; Tasha and her Tinkerbell Cake; Zara attacking the sugar flower on the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On Sunday, we were invited to my neighbor's daughter, Cayley's full moon party. My neighbor's older daughter Chloe (the same age as Zara), is Zara's play mate. They seem to have this love hate relationship. They want to play with each other, and yet, they can't share toys, and sometimes even have the occasional shouting bout. E.g. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"It's mine!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I take (took) first!"&lt;/span&gt; etc.

Before we left for Chloe's house, Zara herself was telling me, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Go Chloe's house, no fighting yeah? No snatching toys yeah? Must share share, yeah?"
&lt;/span&gt;
Daddy and I were busy stuffing ourselves silly with all the lovely home cooked food, while Zara made herself at home playing with Chloe's toys (she's been to Chloe's house a few times, and knew where Chloe's toys were kept). And true enough, to my relieve, she didn't do any snatching or fighting with Chloe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to get all my cravings fulfilled before I give birth and start the herbs, wine and ginger confinement diet (blech). The next item on my list, Turkey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be starting my leave next week, back at work on April 1st. Lots to clear up before the long leave!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116650846475676468?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116650846475676468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116650846475676468&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116650846475676468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116650846475676468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/weekend-parties.html' title='Weekend Parties'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116617737499803906</id><published>2006-12-15T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:18:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>Most of the evenings after dinner (especially now when it's close to Christmas, and she sees Christmas trees every where), Zara will ask us to play the Christmas Karaoke VCD for her. She only selects a few songs she wants to listen to or have interesting videos.

These are her demands when she's watching the video.
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Mummy come, sit near near Zara, Zara scared with (of) Santa Clause (which appears in the Jingle Bell video)"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I don't want Fer lis na we dah (Feliz Navidad)."
"I want Rudolf The Red Nose Reindeer only."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I want Pram-pam-pam one (Drummer Boy)."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I want the one got horse pulling carriage one."&lt;/span&gt;
While playing one video, sometimes, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I don't want the next one, I'm scared with (of) the statue."&lt;/span&gt;

Since I'm the one who's familiar with the VCD (which songs have which scene etc.), I have to sit with her the whole time she watches the VCD.

One of her favourite video in the VCD is Rudolf The Red Nose Reindeer, and after a few listening, she started to be able to sing some part of the song. Here's her singing, with me helping out. (Half way through, you can actually hear her say,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "I want birdnest."&lt;/span&gt; One of her favourite after dinner treat these days, which I'm making quite often for baby and myself.)

&lt;embed src="http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/mp3.swf" flashvars="&amp;config=http://filelodge.bolt.com/player/config-200x100-nostart.xml&amp;file=http://www.filelodge.com/files/room16/420672/IMGP0014.mp3" allowScriptAccess="always" name="player" width="200" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116617737499803906?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116617737499803906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116617737499803906&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116617737499803906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116617737499803906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116606525130350038</id><published>2006-12-14T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:00:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zara is happy to have stay over Guests!</title><content type='html'>Guess who stays over at our place this week? &lt;a href="http://simplyhantam.blogspot.com/"&gt;King's Wife&lt;/a&gt; and her daughters!
Guess who's the happiest of the lot? Zara! She's so happy to have her cousins play with her, especially Sam.

The house is noisier, busier, merrier.

During the day, she no longer shouts for me, it's always, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sam jiejie, come!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sam jiejie, play with you (me)!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sam jiejie"&lt;/span&gt; here &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sam jiejie"&lt;/span&gt; there.

She wants to dress up like Sam, wants Sam to sit next to her when she watches her TV program, wants Sam to watch her brush her teeth, wants Sam to bath together with her, wants Sam to accompany her wherever she goes etc.

Luckily Sam is a girl with full of patience, and she gives in to Zara's demand. That's also probably why Zara loves her to bits!

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/825612/bcollage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/996275/bcollage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a glimpse of her with her cousins (she's always so affectionate with Sam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
She's going to oh-so-miss-them when they go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116606525130350038?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116606525130350038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116606525130350038&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116606525130350038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116606525130350038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/zara-is-happy-to-have-stay-over-guests.html' title='Zara is happy to have stay over Guests!'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116583593322348208</id><published>2006-12-12T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:00:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update - Baby coming soon?</title><content type='html'>My stomach is extremely huge, I have slightly more than 3 more weeks to go.

Resting is no longer possible. Laying on the right or left no longer feel comfortable. Sitting hurt my back. Standing tires my calves. I wake up middle of the night with eyes wide opened, trying hard to go back to sleep.

Baby is still active although with not much space for movement, we can see the tremors she creates when she moves, skin stretching before our eyes.

I'd sorted out all the necessities for the arrival of the baby :
1) ordered my confinement herbs and herbal wine from my Chinese Dr.
2) confirmed with friend's mum who will be supplying me with home brewed rice wine.
3) signed up with Stemlife for baby's cord blood banking
4) bought a few new pieces of clothing to welcome baby's arrival (the rest will be wearing her jie-jie's clothes)
5) checked that we have enough bottles/milk storage bag to store breast milk if I need to pump out
6) bought new Dr Brown bottles for her during occasions where I cannot breast feed directly
7) rearranged the furniture in the room to accommodate the cot (Daddy has yet to raise the cot and fixed its railing)

And yesterday, I'd even packed my bag for my hospital stay. So now, I'm just waiting for baby's arrival.

~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~

On the other hand, Zara has been bugging us to bring her to the beach, to &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/10/morib-revisited.html"&gt;Morib&lt;/a&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/08/penang-ii.html"&gt;Penang&lt;/a&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/famosa-revisited.html"&gt;Cowboy Town&lt;/a&gt;. We had to explain to her I'm too big to be traveling now, and we have to wait for Mei-Mei's (Chinese : Little sister) arrival before we can travel again.

So over the weekend, besides bringing her to the mall, we let her play in her wading pool. She was very very happy, since her last dip was actually in &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/10/phuket-i-hotel-pool-pampering.html"&gt;Phuket&lt;/a&gt;, quite a while back.

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When we are going home from my sis' place, she would announce, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm going home already, to see my &lt;em&gt;Old Man&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bob The Builder&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;
When she has shouted for Daddy many times and got no response from him, she'll start using his name (first and last name together),&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "XXXXX LOW! XXXXX LOW!"&lt;/span&gt; Just like I would address him when I don't get any response from him.

~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~

She started to have some sense of time, and started using words to describe the past. However, she's still confuse with the usage, and it's cute to see her attempts.
E.g. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Just now&lt;/em&gt; we went to Cowboy town, the pony kick kick Zara right?"&lt;/span&gt; (although it wasn't just now but some time back.)
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Last time&lt;/em&gt; Zara saw reindeer in Ikea, and point(ed) to Mummy and Daddy."&lt;/span&gt; (although it was something that happened the day before)

Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Zara you shu-shu (Chinese : Pee) is it?"&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No, &lt;em&gt;I didn't&lt;/em&gt;. I (am) lying down only"&lt;/span&gt; (she was on the bed trying to get herself to sleep).

Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"How are you today? Do you still have runny nose?"&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No &lt;em&gt;I didn't&lt;/em&gt; (don't). I'm feeling better already."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~

She likes to help Tuyam with her pronunciation or us when we can't find the right word to use.
Me : "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember in Phuket, you saw the lobster in the restaurant, hmm.. what are those things on the lobster's head? *using my pointer to make the 'horn' on the head* antenna?"
&lt;/span&gt;Zara : &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mummy, it's fillers mummy! It's fillers." *grinning happily*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;(Is it really called fillers? I actually don't know, but that's what Daddy told her during the trip and she remembers.)

Tuyam : *Pointing to a bee picture on her book* &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"See this 'beh' flying flying."&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Bees lah. Kakak, Bees"&lt;/span&gt;

~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~

Yesterday, she was crying so much for me before her nap. Wanted me to give her milk and nap with her. After her nap, when she was in a better mood :
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Why did Zara cry just now? Kept asking for mummy?"&lt;/span&gt;
Zara :&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "........"&lt;/span&gt; (she always doesn't like to talk about embarrassing stuff, and crying is one)
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Tell mummy, why did Zara cry just now?"&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Because mummy pregnant&lt;/span&gt; (I started wondering what has this got to do with her crying) . &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*She paused then continued*&lt;/span&gt; (obviously trying to find the right words) &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zara wants to sayang sayang (Malay: TLC) mummy."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~

On a loving day,
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Zara is mummy's 宝贝 (precious). And mummy is Zara's 宝贝."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116554471901373067?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116554471901373067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116554471901373067&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116554471901373067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116554471901373067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-zaras-speech-again.html' title='On Zara&apos;s Speech Again'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116539500891121749</id><published>2006-12-06T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:50:09.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixing Too Much with Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-miss-engineer.html"&gt;Little Miss Engineer&lt;/a&gt; has been mixing too much with her cousin Norman and playing a lot of his toys when she's stationed there at my sis' place.

She gets very excited as well when Daddy has to do some DIY stuff at home, she calls her Daddy, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Bob The Builder"&lt;/span&gt; (and other names, which I'll talk about it later); and herself, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Little Bob The Builder"&lt;/span&gt;; and starts singing the Bob The Builder Song when Daddy takes out his tool box.

She knows the name of some of the tools used like hammer, screw driver, spanner, screw, saw; and always keen in lending a hand to Daddy when he has to work on something at home.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/979636/bcollage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/857464/bcollage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Drilling' my dad's table; All geared up to be Bob The Builder; Working on her own 'project'; Helping Daddy to put up the storage box for her toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
My sis' maid was so curious that I allow her to play with such toys and even thinking of getting a tool set for her for Christmas. This is an exploring stage for her, so I just let her play with whatever toys that interest her, be it boys' or girls'.

That reminds me, I have to start doing some baking, to expose her to some of the girlish' activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116539500891121749?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116539500891121749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116539500891121749&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116539500891121749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116539500891121749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/mixing-too-much-with-boys.html' title='Mixing Too Much with Boys'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116521378166700771</id><published>2006-12-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:37:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Short Takes</title><content type='html'>Daddy installed the Ikea chest of drawers we bought for the girls' clothes in our room, and a new toy storage bench for Zara's toys, with lots of &lt;strike&gt;interruptions&lt;/strike&gt; help from Zara. Now the girls will have proper place to store their clothes (I used to store Zara's clothes in Ikea bought boxes), and later, a proper play room (we planned to convert one of the rooms to a play room so that Zara can stop &lt;strike&gt;messing up&lt;/strike&gt; playing in the living room).

~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~

We have a big family dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.eatworkshop.com"&gt;Eat Work Shop&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday, in honour of my nephew, Nick, and niece, Ally, who got &lt;a href="http://simplyhantam.blogspot.com/2006/11/results-day.html"&gt;5As&lt;/a&gt; each for their UPSR (Primary 5) exams.

Zara was happily occupied by her favourite Sam jie-jie and Norman kor-kor (her 2 younger cousins), and I have Tuyam (who rarely goes out with us) to run after her. It means I could stuff my self silly with all the sumptuous food (And &lt;a href="http://www.eatworkshop.com"&gt;Eat Work Shop&lt;/a&gt; does serve very good western cuisine).

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/542456/bcollage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/235856/bcollage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She kept sticking to Sam jiejie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/46612/bcollage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/280644/bcollage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zara with her favourite 2 younger cousin, Sam and Norman; Sam with &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-addition-to-our-family.html"&gt;Tasha&lt;/a&gt;; The dinner table; The 2 As scorers with the dinner sponsor, my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Daddy insisted that we go visit an Ostrich Farm (he thinks I'm still super mobile in my 9th month pregnancy) on Sunday and decided to go to the one in Klang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For RM15/adult, it was more of a 'mini zoo' than an Ostrich Farm. We saw some sickly ponies, bald ostriches, skinny horses, ugly pythons and other small unhealthy looking animals in a smelly and muddy environment. Zara wanted to leave the minute we stepped into the 'farm', claiming it was&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "So smelly!"&lt;/span&gt;, and she refused to walk about, saying the ground is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"So dirty."&lt;/span&gt;, and complaining the ostriches are &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"So ugly."&lt;/span&gt; In and out, it took us less than 30mins.

Daddy said, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Give me another hour, and I'll bring you to the one in Semenyih, which is supposed to be bigger and better."&lt;/span&gt; But I said that's enough of Ostriches and smelly animal dung for a day. So we went home instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For dinner, we went to Benkay Japanese Restaurant in Nikko Hotel, since I got a RM50/- off voucher. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was absolutely lovely. Zara ate some softshell crab maki, a whole prawn tempura, and a bowl of chawan-mushi. It always gives us a good feeling to see her enjoying her food (which is rather rare).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we spent sometime enjoying the Christmas Deco (We forgot to bring the camera, what a waste). Daddy purposely drove passed the busy Jalan Bukit Bintang to look at the Deco put up by the malls and the hotels. However, the decorations were pretty lame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116521378166700771?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116521378166700771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116521378166700771&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116521378166700771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116521378166700771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/12/weekend-short-takes.html' title='Weekend Short Takes'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116472525142781631</id><published>2006-11-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:56:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting Moments</title><content type='html'>Knowing someone loves you and cares for you, especially your 2 year old is oh.. so.. precious. Here are some precious moments of mine.

Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*fussing and did not want Daddy to brush her teeth for her* I want mummy do! Mummy! Mummy! Mummy do.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*from the bed room, giving excuse* Zara, mummy stomach painful, cannot brush your teeth. Let Daddy do.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to go out, I want to go out&lt;/span&gt;
Daddy : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brush your teeth first. Then you go out.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to go out, give mummy medicine.&lt;/span&gt;
(She probably thought the Multivits that I get her to feed me nightly will help with my (fake) stomach ache.)

Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mummy cannot carry you so much because mummy's stomach so big, carrying you will make mummy's back painful&lt;/span&gt;
Zara :&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; *points to my massage oil* Mummy give you (me) the oil?&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What oil?&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The oil to massage mummy. I want to massage massage mummy's back.&lt;/span&gt;
(Daddy gave me a massage once for my shoulder ache, and she was 'helping' out. So she thought she could help relieve my back ache with a massage.)

Me :&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I love you Zara&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*big lovely grin* I&lt;em&gt; also&lt;/em&gt; love you mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116472525142781631?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116472525142781631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116472525142781631&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116472525142781631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116472525142781631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/melting-moments.html' title='Melting Moments'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116464508563515581</id><published>2006-11-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:58:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2yrs old - Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/1600/31805/gymboree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1441/1350/400/882700/gymboree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
After a week of celebrations (another birthday song singing just within the family, a trip to Kidzsports and Gymboree) and not being well (sore throat from all the nasi lemak and little fish, fever, cough, flu), finally the birthday season is over. :P

Here is just for my record, her 2year old development.

~ Weight : 10.2kg (taken during her fever)
~ Height : 86.3cm

&lt;u&gt;Emotions and Character&lt;/u&gt;
~ I'm not sure if it's a two year old thing or it's because our 2nd one is coming, she's extremely clingy to me. She prefers me to tuck her to bed, even for her afternoon nap (she'll cry if I don't do it but I just ignored it), she only wants me to bath, she's always asking me to look after her instead of working,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "Mummy look after Zara, don't want mummy to work"&lt;/span&gt;
~ She's expressing her love, by kissing us or by saying, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I love you Mummy"&lt;/span&gt; (almost every night before she goes to bed), &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I love you Daddy"&lt;/span&gt; (occasionally).
~ She is becoming a handful especially when we go out shopping, and she goes wild running here and there, climbing this rack and that.
~ She loves going to the super markets (Giant is her favourite because of the &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/06/free-rides.html"&gt;free kiddy rides&lt;/a&gt;)
~ Very stubborn, especially if she has set her mind on something (e.g don't want to take bath, don't want to have her meal). However, my ultimate weapon, ignore her or send her to the naughty corner, or sometimes smacking (I'm really trying to avoid smacking her, but there are times when she's really unreasonable even after much coaxing, and I sometimes blame it on my raging hormones.. I know it's just an excuse).

&lt;u&gt;Language&lt;/u&gt;
~ She is doing very well in this respect
~ She's making up the lyrics of songs she knows spontaneously, e.g. when I can't find my car keys, she'll go &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Where oh where is mummy's car keys, Oh where oh where can it be?"&lt;/span&gt; (singing to the tune Where Oh Where Has My Little Dog gone)
~ She started picking up Malay and Mandarin words; speaking to Tuyam using some Malay or to us using some Mandarin. E.g. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Kakak, this one very sedap (tasty)"; "Kakak, Zara tak mau (don't want)"; "Zara is mummy's 宝贝 (precious)"; "Mummy, Zara 不要 (don't want)."
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Toilet training&lt;/u&gt; - I wonder when she'll be potty/toilet trained
~ She's getting adversely affected by the smell of poo and urine. Especially her own. She vomited once when I got her to pee in the shower cubicle before her bath and she smelled her own urine; she also vomited when I got her to flush her stool away and refused to do it again (normally I flush her stool even when she did her business on the diaper)
~ She once said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I don't want to poo poo already. Poo poo is so smelly."&lt;/span&gt; when trying to control her bowel movement
~ She knows to be a big jie-jie (Chinese : big big-sister), she has to stop wearing diaper, but she doesn't want to use the toilet bowl or her potty because she said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Shu shu and poo poo is so smelly." &lt;/span&gt;
(Tips anyone?)

&lt;u&gt;Food&lt;/u&gt;
~ Very fussy with what she eats and has very acute sense of taste. Just a speck of coriander on her steam fish, and she'll spit out that piece with the coriander mixed with it.
~ Doesn't eat a lot of things, and doesn't eat much, and it's making us worried. We're trying to psycho her into saying if she doesn't eat, she'll be very thin like her mama (Chinese : paternal grandma), and won't have muscle like daddy or have body shape like mummy, and it helps sometimes, saying she wants to have body like mine (Ha! Wait till she's older, but now, I'll just savour this).
~ Loves ice cream, sausages, chocolate, pop corn, cheese. For real meals, she likes rice or porridge with ikan bilis (Malay : little fish or anchovies); macaroni and cheese; garlic bread.
~ Have 3 or 4milk feeds : 6oz in the morning upon waking, 6oz in the afternoon before her nap, 4oz in the night before bed, and sometimes 6oz in the early mornings which started recently (she's preparing me for my night feed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116464508563515581?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116464508563515581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116464508563515581&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116464508563515581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116464508563515581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/2yrs-old-updates.html' title='2yrs old - Updates'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116426647195304913</id><published>2006-11-23T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:25:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>I have slightly more than a month to go before No. 2 arrives. There are 2 things which I'm cracking my head with.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st : No. 2's name&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Daddy and I can't decide on a name for No.2. We wanted a two syllables name which starts with Z and ends with A. That doesn't leave us much choice. Daddy doesn't like my choice of names, and I don't like his choices.

Anybody has any names to recommend?

(Some jokers have suggested Zebra. Well, even if they named their kids Hippo or Oinky, we still won't name ours Zebra)

&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd : What are we to do with Zara when I have to be in the hospital to have the baby?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
When Zara was born, Daddy was in the hospital with me the 2nights I stayed there. Now, Zara has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; slept &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; either one of us at her side. I'm not sure what we are going to do when I have to be admitted this time.

1) Have Daddy stay at home with her, so I'll be alone in the hospital?
2) Have her stay with us in the hospital together?

We asked her if she would be ok to sleep at home with Kakak when mummy goes to the hospital. She said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Cannot. I want to sleep with mummy only."&lt;/span&gt;
The only person she's willing to sleep with without mummy is Sam, her favourite jie-jie. She said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Can sleep with Sam jiejie, mummy stay in hospital."&lt;/span&gt;

For those who have two kids, what do you do with no. 1 when you were in the hospital giving birth to no. 2?

~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~

Zara is getting more and more clingy even with Tuyam back. They can play together, Tuyam can feed and change her; but when it comes to nap time, Zara would be whining for me, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I want mummy to sleep with Zara." &lt;/span&gt;

When it's time for her evening bath, and if Daddy wanted to bath her, she would say, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Don't want Daddy. Want mummy do only. Mummy do, mummy do."&lt;/span&gt; followed by crying if we don't oblidge.

At night, only I can sleep next to her. If Daddy stayed on too long at her side after saying good night to her, she would say, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Daddy sleep there (pointing to Daddy's side of the bed)."&lt;/span&gt; or "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daddy go down (from my bed)"&lt;/span&gt; If Daddy lied on her bed.

Yesterday, when Daddy got her things ready and wanted to brush her teeth (most days I do the brushing), she told Daddy, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Daddy brush la. Use Zara's toothpaste, use Zara's tooth brush. Ok? Daddy brush la, use Zara's water to rinse mouth. Zara don't want".&lt;/span&gt;

I wonder how I will be able to cope with a clingy 2 year old, and a new baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116426647195304913?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116426647195304913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116426647195304913&amp;isPopup=true' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116426647195304913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116426647195304913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116412437574387788</id><published>2006-11-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:53:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negotiation Skill &amp; Reasoning</title><content type='html'>Today is Zara's actual birthday, I'm supposed to write about her monthly development, but I'll do that later. I want to write about her negotiation skill and how good she's getting at it.

Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy, I want to watch TV. (she started using lots of "I" instead of Zara now)
&lt;/span&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, bed time already, go and brush your teeth and change to your pajamas.
&lt;/span&gt;Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy, one time only&lt;/span&gt;.
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, it's bed time.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy, please. One time only. *puting out her pointer to show ONE*&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok then. One time yeah&lt;/span&gt;.
Zara :&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ok. *happily sat down and wait for me to put on her program for her*&lt;/span&gt;
After finishing
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, time to get ready for bed.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy, one more time.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. Enough already.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Please. Last time. Last time only.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. Just now you said one time only. So, you already watched one time, so get ready for bed now.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last time please. *looked at me with Bambi eyes*&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok ok.. one last time. &lt;/span&gt;

~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~

She had fever yesterday, and started recovering today.
Zara :&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (for lunch) I want to eat nasi lemak (Malay : Coconut rice) with little fish.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, you still have a bit of fever, cannot eat nasi lemak with little fish.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm feeling better already.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, not today. When you are all well ok?&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Little bit only. Please.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. (not this time)&lt;/span&gt;

~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tuyam got her a set of toy bathing set from Indonesia which came with hair dryer, shampoo, comb etc. After opening up Tuyam's present, she wanted to try it on Sam, and 'wash' Sam's hair.
Sam oblidged, but after the N-th time, she wanted to stop.
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sam jie-jie, I want to wash your hair.&lt;/span&gt;
Sam : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No thanks.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You must wash your hair. *pulling strands of her own hair to show Sam* After sticky. Got cockroach in the hair. Got bugs. Got lizard. I wash for you, ok?&lt;/span&gt;
Sam : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;

~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~

When she asked for me, and I'm in a meeting, she would wail and cry for the whole duration of my meeting. So I asked her :
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why Zara always cry when mummy is in a meeting.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because Zara loves mummy.&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*melted* Mummy loves you too, but why you cry?&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because Zara don't (doesn't) like mummy to close the door &lt;/span&gt;
(I always close the door to the study when I have a meeting just in case the people on the other side of the line can hear her)
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh.. But mummy needs to close the door because mummy needs to talk to uncle and aunty on the phone. It doesn't mean mummy don't love you.&lt;/span&gt;
Zara : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*look at me like she understood*&lt;/span&gt;
Me : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mummy will always love you ok? Even when mummy is upset or angry, mummy still love you. Mummy love you very much. But mummy just can't carry you or have you sit on mummy's lap when mummy have meeting ok? &lt;/span&gt;
Zara :&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ok.&lt;/span&gt; (not sure if she understood though, but she loves being re-assured that I love her)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116412437574387788?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116412437574387788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116412437574387788&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116412437574387788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116412437574387788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/negotiation-skill-reasoning.html' title='Negotiation Skill &amp; Reasoning'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116400003776718653</id><published>2006-11-20T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:26:50.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zara's 2nd Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>We have been planning for Zara's birthday party for a while, and when we asked her what she wanted to do for her birthday, she recalled my friend's daughter's 1yr old &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-fun-fun-weekend.html"&gt;birthday party&lt;/a&gt; in the hotel and she said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Like mummy's friend, party in hotel. Got clown one. Got many balloons one."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;We were kiam siap (Chinese: Stingy).&lt;/strike&gt; We did the finances, and thought it would have been better to keep the money saved (from having the party in a hotel or restaurant) in the bank for her. Instead, we have a small party at home, invited just our immediate family members. None the less, it was fun, and the food was good.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/bcollage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/bcollage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The guests : My friend's kids' Jensen and Yen Mae, who dropped by in the afternoon to drop off their presents for Zara. Eldest sis' daughter, Tasha. Youngest sis' son, the shy Norman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
We had Nasi Lemak for dinner, prepared by Tuyam and my sis' maid KC. Daddy said this can beat any best nasi lemak in town, I would have to agree with him. It's absolutely delicious. Zara loved it as well, although all she took was nasi lemak with ikan bilis (Malay : little fish or anchovies) and fried chicken.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/resize%20PB186598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/resize%20PB186598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I ordered a cake from A Piece of Cake, with Zara specifying the design, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Want got cow girl one. Got pony one. Want dog dog"&lt;/span&gt; This is the cake that comes with a cow girl riding on her pony with her pet dog.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/dcollage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/dcollage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The beautiful and yummy-licious cake; The kids were all waiting to attack the cow girl and the pony while Zara munched away the candies on the cake; Zara busy stuffing herself with the sugar beads and stars on the cake; The cow girl and the pony after the kids' attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/bcollage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/bcollage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the album : Our family; My dad with all his grand children; With my in-laws; Zara with her cousins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/bcollage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/bcollage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A very happy birthday girl: She loved the part where every body sang Happy Birthday to her; she was scared of the fire from the candle so she stood far away from them while trying to blow them out, and eventually just shouted for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
She had a good time and slept only at 12am, 2hrs passed her bed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116400003776718653?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116400003776718653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116400003776718653&amp;isPopup=true' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116400003776718653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116400003776718653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/zaras-2nd-birthday-party.html' title='Zara&apos;s 2nd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116369229912117143</id><published>2006-11-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:53:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Famosa revisited</title><content type='html'>Tuyam is back! Hooray! Things are back to normal now. Zara missed Tuyam, she was touching and kissing Tuyam upon seeing her when she arrived yesterday.

Tuyam said Zara has grown taller, and Zara is speaking faster with a lot of more new words which she's not familiar with. None the less, they are still able to communicate, which is important to Zara.

I'm able to concentrate on my work now, which is absolutely piling up!

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We visited &lt;a href="http://www.malacca.ws/afamosa/"&gt;A Famosa&lt;/a&gt; again 2 weeks ago. It was Daddy's company's trip, and family members were asked to join. This time we stayed in the Condo within A Famosa, a spacious studio just for the 3 of us.

This 2nd round wasn't as fun for us, it was overly crowded (lots of school organised tour groups); and maybe the novelty has worn off.

Zara had most fun at the Monkey Island (probably since we didn't go the &lt;a href="http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/09/famosa-resort.html"&gt;first round&lt;/a&gt;), and watching the cowboy show (which was a yawn to me).

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/bcollage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/bcollage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/bcollage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/bcollage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zara having fun at the carousel; and the elephants having fun teasing Zara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/bcollage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/bcollage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Animals at the Animal Safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/1600/bcollage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1441/1350/400/bcollage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monkeying at the Monkey Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*YAWN*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116369229912117143?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116369229912117143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116369229912117143&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116369229912117143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116369229912117143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/famosa-revisited.html' title='A Famosa revisited'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790769.post-116286920650900573</id><published>2006-11-07T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:13:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Takes &amp; Blog Break</title><content type='html'>I have 9 more weeks to go before I pop. Put on 9Kg so far. Baby is doing fine, kicking and moving a lot, especially when she hears her jie-jie's (Chinese : big sister) voice.

Zara is reaching Terrible Two and becoming a bit of a handful, very demanding, very whiney (very tiring for mummy).

The arrangement with MIL coming to stay with us and babysitting Zara didn't work out. By day 2, she totally refused 'Mama' (Chinese : Paternal grandma), and worst thing was, she started crying from morning till night, unless she's at my side. Can you imagine how tiring it was for me, especially if I needed to work as well? I took a day off on Thurs and Daddy helped out by working from home on Fri, that made me survived the week.

When we asked Zara why she didn't like Mama, she told Daddy, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mama no fun"&lt;/span&gt;. I think Mama is over protective, not allowing Zara to do lots of things in fear of Zara falling or hurting herself, and then there's also this communication problem. Mama speaks Chinese, Zara speaks English. but she learnt fast, by Day 3, she started saying&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "Bu Yao"&lt;/span&gt; (Mandarin : Don't want) every time Mama came near her.

Now we're back to my sis' place. Zara has accepted one of the Kakaks to play with her (although she still refuses to let the Kakak change her diaper, bath or feed her), so it's easier on me, and she's also very happy to have my nephews play with her when they come home from school.

My maid will be coming back next Wednesday. Thank goodness.

This morning, when she woke up, Daddy told her, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"You be good girl ok? Kakak jaga (Malay: look after) you and you let mummy work."&lt;/span&gt; Her replied, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I don't want mummy to work work anymore."&lt;/span&gt; Ha. I told Zara, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Then you have to ask Daddy to work harder and make more money so mummy don't have to work." &lt;/span&gt;

By 11pm every night, after doing a bit of house work and packing Zara's things for the following day (when Zara has gone to sleep), I can feel my shoulders and back aching. And that's when I tried to catch up on some work which I couldn't finish up during the day because of the interruptions from Zara. Work is piling up.. So I'll be taking a blog break. See you all again when my maid is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14790769-116286920650900573?l=zara-low.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/feeds/116286920650900573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14790769&amp;postID=116286920650900573&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116286920650900573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14790769/posts/default/116286920650900573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zara-low.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-takes-blog-break.html' title='Short Takes &amp; Blog Break'/><author><name>Zara's Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03784137029580967072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565713211460931156'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry></feed>