<?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-8868408811034508455</id><updated>2009-12-19T08:44:32.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOmmy On Call</title><subtitle type='html'>Life with My Kids</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>530</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-6099779563789607929</id><published>2009-12-19T04:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:22:04.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Running Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thank You, and A String of...</title><content type='html'>Thank you, my faithful readers and blog buddies for still coming in and commenting when I have been slacking so much. You really made my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my string of excuses for not blogging, and to apologise profusely for not visiting your blogs,&lt;br /&gt;(not that long a string) is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually exhausted by the time night comes, having to give all my energy and attention to 3 boys throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, having 2 is really comfortable and 3 is stretching your body and brain. But I am glad for the stretch.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's just that some time is needed to adjust to the extra demands... like 3 years?!!  Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of my coping mechanism to all the stress of change and emotional turmoil is to be quiet and curl up like a snail in its shell. I tend to want to sleep more, or maybe I feel the need more for my time. So in between attending to the boys, when I need a toilet break or before I shower, I actually sneak some time to tweet, or read other people's tweets (confession of how twitter is pinching time from my blogging). Of course I am actually looking out for Gadget-daddy's tweets. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just realised why I blog less even though I wake up more often to feed Myron in the nights. It's because feeding Myron in the night requires me to make milk and feed him from a cup, now that he has refuse to nurse directly. That's actually really more tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he is a snuggle bunny boy. After a feed, he will roll about in bed whimpering until he is snug right beside me. So I have to lie down with him until he is in deep sleep. Usually, by that time I too would be in deep sleep. somehow, today I managed to be pretty awake.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without any more delays, Let me come "visit" you.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-6099779563789607929?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/6099779563789607929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=6099779563789607929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/6099779563789607929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/6099779563789607929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-and-string-of.html' title='Thank You, and A String of...'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-5288213592820159790</id><published>2009-12-16T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:47:32.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Myron is 9.5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Myron is now nine and a half months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is showing his true character, which proves to be a persistent and insistent boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the three boys, I think he is the fiercest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SykETMM1hII/AAAAAAAAEmA/5FV7xMuo8Ys/s320/PB110181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415864754628822146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's because his brothers are at this stage of development too, so Myron is fast learning to demand for his share of the toys and Mommy's attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Mommy is around, he is a happy baby. When mommy is not around, he is a quiet baby, who will willingly take his naps. When Mommy comes home, he will usually greet mommy with a wail when she gets home because she seemed to have abandoned him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But  when he gets into her arms, he actually gives her a pat on her back, as she pat him on his back. It's like a secret language saying, "I love you so much".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SykMxxNdiLI/AAAAAAAAEmY/ndPK1byoRFo/s320/PB220034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415874076052654258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myron now has 6 teeth, four on top and two on the bottom. He is still very drooly and puts everything into his mouth. Sometimes when he is very sleepy he would want to bite on something, usually Mommy's finger, for some kind of comfort and then falls asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myron has also learnt to blow sloppy raspberries on us. The thing is, when he puts his mouth on you, it's really scary, because you don't know if it's gonna be a tickley sloppy raspberry or a painful nip between his teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myron is now crawling like crazy. He loves to be on the ground and he can climb up the stairs all the way from downstairs to our room. He can craw over barriers, and seems to love going through an obstacle course on the bed/sofa, so he cannot be left alone at all. He easily pulls himself up to a standing position and can cruise a little. He is still in the process of mastering climbing off the bed legs first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SykFrMfKQeI/AAAAAAAAEmI/2kpFEyW22qY/s320/PA300084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415866266534167010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His favourite foods is rice with fish. And he actually knows if it's good fish or not. He also gets some chicken and mince meat occasionally. He takes his rice cereals in the morning and on the road he needs his Baby Bites. He actually loves going out, but he really does not like the confine spaces of a car. In fact, if the car is rather crowded, he would be the first to scream out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SykBG7uJadI/AAAAAAAAEl4/-odlb9h6HB8/s320/PC100022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415861245511821778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he can't quite talk yet, he can move you to the direction he wants you to go by pushing his body forward "that way". This is especially "effective" when you're carrying him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His favourite colour is still yellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves toys with wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves his bath books and cloth books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves the nursery rhymes sung by Gracie Lou (a filler every Monday to Friday at 4.25, after Little Einsteins on Playhouse Disney).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves snuggling his sleeping brother in the morning to wake them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took him out for a stroll today, and noticed that he loves looking out cats and birds. He also loves ladybugs, and loves the "Ladybug" rhyme. He loves watching a butterfly flutter by and would want to catch a spider with his tiny fingers if he was allowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SykI8x2ot7I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/Q7InxknXbK4/s320/PB010098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415869867157403570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is still very much a social bug and would watch people and respond when they say hello. He loves watching older children play and will get really excited, waving all hands and legs, to want to be part of any excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little darling is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little darling is growing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little darling is growing so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody loves you, Myron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-5288213592820159790?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/5288213592820159790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=5288213592820159790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5288213592820159790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5288213592820159790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/12/myron-is-95-months.html' title='Myron is 9.5 Months'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SykETMM1hII/AAAAAAAAEmA/5FV7xMuo8Ys/s72-c/PB110181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-2588083571296564665</id><published>2009-12-01T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:41:33.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Running Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Deep Roots</title><content type='html'>I am so no good at change.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy with my happy routines of hanging out with my kids and my family, doing the same ole, same ole.&lt;br /&gt;My kind of happy &lt;a href="http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-happening-day.html"&gt;unhappening day&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am struggling.&lt;br /&gt;Mental preoccupation would be scenes of all sorts of what-if's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get to school with 3 boys, baby in tow, before we get our car?&lt;br /&gt;What to cook for breakfast everyday? Dinner? Lunch could be simple...&lt;br /&gt;How much time should I spend with my sister and her kids before we hit "familiarity breeds contempt"?&lt;br /&gt;How much mess can I cope with on a daily basis if the boys are left with less adult supervision (while I attend to the baby)?&lt;br /&gt;How often can I take them out on my own... will I be brave enough even just to go down to the park near our block without yelling at them to stay close to me...and have no accidents.&lt;br /&gt;Will I still have time and energy left to blog?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor for the kids and ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the packing...&lt;br /&gt;(I'll spare you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are certain issues with the government, i.e. getting a change/transfer of driving license, green card, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to start packing because I feel like if I were to start putting things in boxes, I will still have to fish some things out before the move...&lt;br /&gt;making a list mentally...&lt;br /&gt;But will be more certain after we check out the place for real this coming trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official move, when gadget-daddy rents a car/van to transport the stuff:&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean time we'll be doing a bit of a shuttling up and down the highway, and across the Causeway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-2588083571296564665?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/2588083571296564665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=2588083571296564665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2588083571296564665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2588083571296564665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/12/deep-roots.html' title='Deep Roots'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-9115332461792159891</id><published>2009-11-30T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:55:48.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Penang Holiday</title><content type='html'>We went up to Penang to see my brother's baby and to celebrate his fullmoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Jee-kor, second aunty on the father's side, is so terrible:&lt;br /&gt;She forgot to bring the camera along with her the 2 times she visited over the weekend, so no cute baby photo yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are the shots I managed to get of our journey going up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU6jKrQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAElo/2xUorR5T-Fs/s1600/PB210001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU6jKrQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAElo/2xUorR5T-Fs/s320/PB210001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410294903191174546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU6XZ8NluI/AAAAAAAAElg/sbVgMB7dNXM/s1600/PB210005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU6XZ8NluI/AAAAAAAAElg/sbVgMB7dNXM/s320/PB210005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410294701130356450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU6xnUoOcI/AAAAAAAAElw/pRBbZ98EMpM/s1600/PB210004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU6xnUoOcI/AAAAAAAAElw/pRBbZ98EMpM/s320/PB210004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410295151399025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I assure you, I took the shots when we were not moving.)&lt;br /&gt;Mom sat in front with me to keep me company and keep me awake as I was yawning some parts of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;She bought me sweet potato chips and 100plus!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ah Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day we were at the sea.&lt;br /&gt;It was Myron's first time at the sea side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5S6nHYXI/AAAAAAAAElA/TXqazYscgrA/s1600/PB220020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5S6nHYXI/AAAAAAAAElA/TXqazYscgrA/s320/PB220020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410293524489265522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5YVhllyI/AAAAAAAAElI/w7tsXpAzM_U/s1600/PB220015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5YVhllyI/AAAAAAAAElI/w7tsXpAzM_U/s320/PB220015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410293617613182754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5oXjwsAI/AAAAAAAAElQ/cG8SrUSQzoI/s1600/PB220032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5oXjwsAI/AAAAAAAAElQ/cG8SrUSQzoI/s320/PB220032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410293893037076482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5wku1QDI/AAAAAAAAElY/D-J0M5nYV8I/s1600/PB220018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU5wku1QDI/AAAAAAAAElY/D-J0M5nYV8I/s320/PB220018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410294034012127282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing I ate in the whole trip was the Duck mee-shua at Pulau Tikus' morning market. It's at the corner coffee shop opposite the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxUw-Jdj21I/AAAAAAAAEkg/Er-BhWa0iPk/s1600/PB220010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxUw-Jdj21I/AAAAAAAAEkg/Er-BhWa0iPk/s320/PB220010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410284371605445458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have gotten some publicity before and welcomed my snapping of their stall.&lt;br /&gt;They double boil the soup before it goes into the noodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxUxR0XlLCI/AAAAAAAAEkw/Gljc9ERSWaA/s1600/PB220011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxUxR0XlLCI/AAAAAAAAEkw/Gljc9ERSWaA/s200/PB220011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410284709540604962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxUxjLP9vTI/AAAAAAAAEk4/z8BxzxdM-p4/s1600/PB220009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxUxjLP9vTI/AAAAAAAAEk4/z8BxzxdM-p4/s200/PB220009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410285007740452146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip with the mpv like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zc20646FF78/SqiPk5v6eHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/nBQn71JOKOE/s1600/2008hyundaigrandstarex2fp0.jpg" alt="[2008hyundaigrandstarex2fp0.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We rented from Hertz and they really gave us a good deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad all went well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-9115332461792159891?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/9115332461792159891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=9115332461792159891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/9115332461792159891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/9115332461792159891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/11/penang-holiday.html' title='Penang Holiday'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SxU6jKrQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAElo/2xUorR5T-Fs/s72-c/PB210001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-441218214119723064</id><published>2009-11-21T07:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:25:30.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Running Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Journey to the North</title><content type='html'>We are renting an MPV and I have not driven anything bigger than our Honda city for the last 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going up to Penang to see my brother's baby and doing the fullmoon celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have packed enough or over packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I did not forget anything vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron calling. gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-441218214119723064?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/441218214119723064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=441218214119723064' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/441218214119723064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/441218214119723064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey-to-north.html' title='Journey to the North'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-5122033201119583994</id><published>2009-11-16T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:09:23.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Running Thoughts'/><title type='text'>In Limbo and Feeling It</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we will be saying good-bye to our faithful Honda City which has been with us since we started the journey of expecting baby no.1 and has seen us through the last 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has brought home our 3 babies from the hospital when they arrived in this world.&lt;br /&gt;It has brought us home safe from the many trips we made out station to Taiping, Penang, Singapore, Melacca, Port Dickson, Johor and Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has made a run for us every day, be it for an errand near by, or to school and back, or a trip out station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have to cope with one car, borrow in-law's car, for the next 7 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we are more settled in Singapore, we will be getting a car there (have some procedures to go through). Just can't do without wheels after being so used to having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's just too crazy to be taking public transport with 3 kids, who at any time might...&lt;br /&gt;A) want to go to the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;B) fall asleep on the journey,&lt;br /&gt;C) need a snack on the way&lt;br /&gt;D) is sick or cranky or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine also to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) watching all 3 getting on-off the bus/train/cab,&lt;br /&gt;E) + need to carry some stuff, i.e. stroller/ shopping/ groceries/picnic basket;&lt;br /&gt;F) + pay the fares;&lt;br /&gt;G) + deal with the crowd and their stares, rude comments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine all the possible crazy combination of scenarios of the above,&lt;br /&gt;so we are getting a car.&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the possible madness of the above, the waiting for public transport, standing at bus stops, cab stands and train stations is just to dangerous for 3 little monkeys with just one mama gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, when Gadget-daddy was driving us to have dinner with Ah Ma and Ee-ee, we felt nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;Another phase of our lives is coming to pass and we can already the start of the change of scenes.&lt;br /&gt;It started with getting the boys registered for school just a few days back, but more clearly now, with the giving up of our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling it's all so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is feeling anxious about adjusting to the changes, and the the things need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;The other part, the self-defense part, is blocking out feelings of uncertainties, not imagining worse-case-scenarios, not imagining ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in those old movies where there's not much CGI and the character in a falling motion but the background is a warped black-and-white spinning wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost out for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll just be hanging around for a while, with some plans for travelling up to Penang for my brother's baby's Fullmoon, and maybe one down to Singapore when we get the key to our place. Must go check our the place and then plan the stuff/ how much stuff to bring down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are moving.&lt;br /&gt;For Real!&lt;br /&gt;Eeek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-5122033201119583994?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/5122033201119583994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=5122033201119583994' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5122033201119583994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5122033201119583994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-limbo-and-feeling-it.html' title='In Limbo and Feeling It'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-1771659428794431943</id><published>2009-11-10T04:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:32:18.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Running Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>To Sleep Or Not To Sleep</title><content type='html'>Was up expressing milk for Myron at 2.55am*.&lt;br /&gt;Came back to bed with the sleeping baby at about 3.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching my babies sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Hugged each one of them a but while I whispered,&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy and Daddy love you so much."&lt;br /&gt;For the littlest one on my bed, I smelled him and watched him the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Svh63rFFChI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/6eDL_AoUyAI/s1600-h/P8240030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Svh63rFFChI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/6eDL_AoUyAI/s320/P8240030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402202849906330130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Svh8Ng1nrCI/AAAAAAAAEkY/J34oLPDpGzY/s1600-h/P9250065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Svh8Ng1nrCI/AAAAAAAAEkY/J34oLPDpGzY/s320/P9250065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402204324625886242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of many thoughts... two people.&lt;br /&gt;My father, whose 8th Anniversary was on 8th November,&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;a href="http://michmommycat.blogspot.com/"&gt; Matthew&lt;/a&gt;'s 1st that was on 31 Oct.&lt;br /&gt;They are still missed so much by their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and missing Gadget-daddy.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks away is really just too long for us all.&lt;br /&gt;Max mentioned today, "I wish Daddy was back, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to his being back this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Should get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;Taking the boys to school in a few hours' time.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I have more time to go blog-hopping... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Myron has decided he does not want to nurse directly anymore. Every time I put him to the breast he will either turn away or bite me. Looks like we will just go until I can't produce enough milk to be expressed. So this baby might break my good record of breastfeeding beyond 12 months. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;Now breastfeeding is extra troublesome as it involves 2 people. In his sleepy-hungry mode, he want to be held. So while drinking from his cup or waiting for more milk, Grandma has to carry him. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-1771659428794431943?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/1771659428794431943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=1771659428794431943' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/1771659428794431943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/1771659428794431943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleep.html' title='To Sleep Or Not To Sleep'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Svh63rFFChI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/6eDL_AoUyAI/s72-c/P8240030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-703822830947382099</id><published>2009-11-06T04:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:20:42.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>Grandma's To The Rescue</title><content type='html'>This Mommy's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been given the birthday invitation like weeks before, but she could not decide if they should go. Gadget-daddy's priority, so we were waiting to have him confirm his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a new addition to the family arrived in Penang, 2 weeks ahead of schedule. We wondered when to make the trip to see the baby boy. date finally set, and we are going for the party this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Safari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last minute (hmmm... I seem to run into these with my kids quite a bit), I went to the mall to get some materials, nice leopard prints, and got Ah-Ma to sew a costume for both the boys. If only I knew how to work the sewing machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cut out the costume and Ah-Mah did the sewing. Think the boys will look savagely cool in them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SvNBGvVh0OI/AAAAAAAAEkA/PHd7VeboMrE/s1600-h/P1260089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SvNBGvVh0OI/AAAAAAAAEkA/PHd7VeboMrE/s320/P1260089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400731962189140194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Ah Mah!! You sure dote on your grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron has some viral infection that causes sores that look like ulcers in his mouth and has spread to his face.&lt;br /&gt;This has been for about a week now, and it's really taking a long time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Myron looks like he has 2 pimples on his cute face and aspot on his neck, thanks to the endless drooling. Because of the sores in his mouth, he has also refused to nurse directly. Hence a feeding session becomes a 2 person job sometimes. Mommy, moomy the cow expressing milk and Mil feeding with a cup... And this happens even like at 3am, which is why I am up.&lt;br /&gt;Then this evening, Myron ran a fever.&lt;br /&gt;Mil did her usual dough-rub for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how such super moms like &lt;a href="http://mott.blogsome.com/"&gt;Mott&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cuddlyfamily.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lia&lt;/a&gt; do it, especially when the boys are/were young like mine. *Salute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever anyone asks how I manage 3 boys, well, I say that it's with the help of my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SvM-SPiaO4I/AAAAAAAAEj4/cNs2Armky2Y/s1600-h/P1010047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SvM-SPiaO4I/AAAAAAAAEj4/cNs2Armky2Y/s320/P1010047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400728861276781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mah-mah, for going through all the growing pains with me for these 3 precious darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-703822830947382099?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/703822830947382099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=703822830947382099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/703822830947382099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/703822830947382099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandmas-to-rescue.html' title='Grandma&apos;s To The Rescue'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SvNBGvVh0OI/AAAAAAAAEkA/PHd7VeboMrE/s72-c/P1260089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-3797437446890213898</id><published>2009-10-28T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:45:48.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Running Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>I don't mean the time we went out, but oh, I need a time out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Sinapore last weekend to spend some time with Gadget-daddy, but travelling with 3 kids is so tiring! We didn't even do anything adventurous this time...at least Myron and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed home on the day Gadget-daddy took the 2 older boys swimming and my sister's family went too. My mum and I and Myron stayed back so that he could get some shut eye while my mom and I prepared a bak-kut-teh dinner for a friend visiting that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since coming back, I have been joining the kids at their bed-time, well, a little after them, but just feel so worn-out through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be that Myron is now exhibiting the teething blues - refusing to nurse but crying more frequently though the day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be the constant playing referee and judge and jury for the two older boys, and also monitor them at homework time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be the lack of help with the boys in the night, now that their daddy is in another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be the anxiety about getting a car there and getting the boys registered on time for school... and how to move stuff down, when and how much of what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- will come back and update this with some pix.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't get myself to go get my camera right now. *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-3797437446890213898?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/3797437446890213898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=3797437446890213898' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/3797437446890213898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/3797437446890213898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-1958502364754038967</id><published>2009-10-19T23:38:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:09:22.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><title type='text'>All In A Baby's Day's Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyJFiomW6I/AAAAAAAAEjA/ds9miFrvW7c/s1600-h/P1010046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyJFiomW6I/AAAAAAAAEjA/ds9miFrvW7c/s320/P1010046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394337181972454306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyJSMAQOVI/AAAAAAAAEjI/9B-EBVEYNpY/s1600-h/P1010042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyJSMAQOVI/AAAAAAAAEjI/9B-EBVEYNpY/s320/P1010042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394337399235950930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyNsLLt07I/AAAAAAAAEjo/T_ju1cimol4/s1600-h/P8240034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyNsLLt07I/AAAAAAAAEjo/T_ju1cimol4/s320/P8240034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394342243738702770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyO2a62JNI/AAAAAAAAEjw/U9KLdwAOTpI/s1600-h/P1010063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyO2a62JNI/AAAAAAAAEjw/U9KLdwAOTpI/s320/P1010063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394343519273231570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyINKji-2I/AAAAAAAAEiY/a-5nHbhaXfQ/s1600-h/P1010031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyINKji-2I/AAAAAAAAEiY/a-5nHbhaXfQ/s320/P1010031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336213436136290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyJ2z_q-UI/AAAAAAAAEjY/XHJfMwUrTdE/s1600-h/P1010051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyJ2z_q-UI/AAAAAAAAEjY/XHJfMwUrTdE/s320/P1010051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394338028446218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyIaR0LtcI/AAAAAAAAEig/xlTyssf_ylk/s1600-h/P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyIaR0LtcI/AAAAAAAAEig/xlTyssf_ylk/s320/P1010021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336438723261890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyNG6dYeII/AAAAAAAAEjg/60S6gltOIjs/s1600-h/P1010017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyNG6dYeII/AAAAAAAAEjg/60S6gltOIjs/s320/P1010017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394341603594238082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyIyvOqJeI/AAAAAAAAEiw/NyWgEDxDFfE/s1600-h/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyIyvOqJeI/AAAAAAAAEiw/NyWgEDxDFfE/s320/P1010012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336858935797218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyIrg5HfaI/AAAAAAAAEio/aTXkcwlkNpI/s1600-h/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyIrg5HfaI/AAAAAAAAEio/aTXkcwlkNpI/s320/P1010020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336734828264866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-1958502364754038967?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/1958502364754038967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=1958502364754038967' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/1958502364754038967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/1958502364754038967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-babys-days-work.html' title='All In A Baby&apos;s Day&apos;s Work'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyJFiomW6I/AAAAAAAAEjA/ds9miFrvW7c/s72-c/P1010046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-5481236856319019737</id><published>2009-10-19T22:22:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:32:23.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Boys'/><title type='text'>An Un-Happening Day</title><content type='html'>Had lunch with my sister, mom and the two older boys at their favourite pasta place.&lt;br /&gt;We got there first and when my sister came up to our table I told her, "We are very boring people. We are having the usual."&lt;br /&gt;The boys will have their penne carbonara and the adults will do another pasta and a bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That says a lot about kids wanting and needing their routine.&lt;br /&gt;... And we get sucked into it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, just the two boys in the back seat and me driving, I giggled to myself listening to them play and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing a tug-of-war with Myron's inchworm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Koh-koh, why do you always want to win?!&lt;br /&gt;Micah: Actually I was trying not to win, I wanted to be second. But my arm is just too strong.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Micah: I know the trick to win. You make  the other people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;(Told a joke that made his brother roll and then cheered that he won.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx6bOWYM5I/AAAAAAAAEhg/HpNpWOHOxwQ/s1600-h/P9110021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx6bOWYM5I/AAAAAAAAEhg/HpNpWOHOxwQ/s320/P9110021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394321061810025362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, before bed:&lt;br /&gt;We were playing through some pf the photos from my iPhoto album and there were quite a few that Max could not tell if the baby in the picture was himself or Myron. Hahaha... That's how much the boys all look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one's who?&lt;br /&gt;(No prize but you'll have a surprise when you check the answer at the bottom of this post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3RvE20hI/AAAAAAAAEg4/kyeCFOn9qU4/s1600-h/max_at_grandma_s_on_micah_s_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3RvE20hI/AAAAAAAAEg4/kyeCFOn9qU4/s320/max_at_grandma_s_on_micah_s_birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394317600261329426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx4LnqxDQI/AAAAAAAAEhY/taK6T96OM4g/s1600-h/Singapore_trip-Aug_2006_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx4LnqxDQI/AAAAAAAAEhY/taK6T96OM4g/s320/Singapore_trip-Aug_2006_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394318594705263874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3xlkYmDI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/AytYXBioMNw/s1600-h/max_on_car_seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3xlkYmDI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/AytYXBioMNw/s320/max_on_car_seat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394318147465025586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3j_SquLI/AAAAAAAAEhI/a7TRVyCAzjs/s1600-h/mug_shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3j_SquLI/AAAAAAAAEhI/a7TRVyCAzjs/s320/mug_shots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394317913851869362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3YDwGbbI/AAAAAAAAEhA/sAxAelZUmUI/s1600-h/max_klcc_outing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx3YDwGbbI/AAAAAAAAEhA/sAxAelZUmUI/s320/max_klcc_outing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394317708890631602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyGWeQGqpI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/-iDPVwSJLWQ/s1600-h/Image%28106%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyGWeQGqpI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/-iDPVwSJLWQ/s320/Image%28106%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394334174318865042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a "kiasu" mom the last 2 weeks and asked Micah's teacher for homework.&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt he needed to start a new routine before he starts school next year.&lt;br /&gt;So he has been doing 2 pages of homework every day.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time he needs a lot of encouragement and assurance.&lt;br /&gt;But I have come to realise his reading skill is better than he believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyCTmDwomI/AAAAAAAAEhw/xyok_5ZT-1Q/s1600-h/P1010070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyCTmDwomI/AAAAAAAAEhw/xyok_5ZT-1Q/s320/P1010070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394329726828454498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, for a treat, Mommy bought the boys a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyC-cgkmWI/AAAAAAAAEh4/DlxYt_OqOqY/s1600-h/P1010062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyC-cgkmWI/AAAAAAAAEh4/DlxYt_OqOqY/s320/P1010062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394330462999320930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's just sitting in the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;The boys are more interested in the recently made movies, asking only for certain scenes which has their favourite characters and awesome fighting parts.&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron is now 7.5 months old.&lt;br /&gt;He is starting to crawl and practicing standing.&lt;br /&gt;He is also climbing over obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;The safe places for him now are inside the play-pen, on the walker or on the astro-saucer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx8i_SicXI/AAAAAAAAEho/2vEKrEAETUo/s1600-h/P7290037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx8i_SicXI/AAAAAAAAEho/2vEKrEAETUo/s320/P7290037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394323394229596530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all go out, this is how we look like in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyDylopd7I/AAAAAAAAEiA/rvy6mf9aVrE/s1600-h/P1010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyDylopd7I/AAAAAAAAEiA/rvy6mf9aVrE/s320/P1010050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394331358802311090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 2 big boys just ove entertaining their baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyD3XQ_6WI/AAAAAAAAEiI/-MPAXIrwIDE/s1600-h/P1010048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/StyD3XQ_6WI/AAAAAAAAEiI/-MPAXIrwIDE/s320/P1010048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394331440844368226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three boys are a handful... of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- All the guess who's who of the baby photos:&lt;br /&gt;They are all Max!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-5481236856319019737?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/5481236856319019737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=5481236856319019737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5481236856319019737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5481236856319019737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-happening-day.html' title='An Un-Happening Day'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Stx6bOWYM5I/AAAAAAAAEhg/HpNpWOHOxwQ/s72-c/P9110021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-2182848428091111735</id><published>2009-10-13T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:04:39.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Running Thoughts'/><title type='text'>2 Halves Of A 'Pinang'</title><content type='html'>Gadget-daddy has already left for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling like we were being separated for the first time, like when he went to finish his studies in UK... more than 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after breakfast, I lay in bed for a little while to moap.&lt;br /&gt;Then got ready to go out. Took the 3 boys and mil out for a no-reason-trip.&lt;br /&gt;But we ended up in McD for lunch and had quite a fun time (sent mil and Myron back first as baby was asleep and mil sleepy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn't get easier through the years. Even with all his early jet-setting days, the many months in US and the last long term away, Jakarta... Seems like it's something I can't get use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some things are a little better... or worse. The boys are here to keep me company, and keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;They sometimes forget and ask when Daddy will be home (as in what time today) so that he can help them with some Transformer toy.&lt;br /&gt;Then Micah will ask why can't we just stay in Malaysia, as he will miss his grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for their bedtime story, I told them an old story that Gadget-daddy had made up when I was expecting no.2.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... shall spare you.&lt;br /&gt;Will go hit the hay now.&lt;br /&gt;Boys have school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days to this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-2182848428091111735?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/2182848428091111735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=2182848428091111735' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2182848428091111735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2182848428091111735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-halves-of-pinang.html' title='2 Halves Of A &apos;Pinang&apos;'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-2924454878964066642</id><published>2009-10-06T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:22:19.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Boys'/><title type='text'>Sandwiched</title><content type='html'>Why the two boys are not allowed to sleep with their baby brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Mommy took the baby to the boys' bed because one wanted to sleep beside Myron and the other beside Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All finally asleep, so Mommy went for a quick shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SstDzS5k_LI/AAAAAAAAEgo/9G40eEaRvGs/s1600-h/P9260074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SstDzS5k_LI/AAAAAAAAEgo/9G40eEaRvGs/s320/P9260074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389475927604657330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came out of the bathroom 3 minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SstESEN794I/AAAAAAAAEgw/O_oM_G7LPhc/s1600-h/P9250070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SstESEN794I/AAAAAAAAEgw/O_oM_G7LPhc/s320/P9250070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389476456239462274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby was so sleepy that he didn't seem to notice he had become his brother's bolster.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-2924454878964066642?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/2924454878964066642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=2924454878964066642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2924454878964066642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2924454878964066642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/sandwiched.html' title='Sandwiched'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SstDzS5k_LI/AAAAAAAAEgo/9G40eEaRvGs/s72-c/P9260074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-2845832471496145893</id><published>2009-10-06T17:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:27:37.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>Mid-Autumn Festival is often called Lantern festival or the Mooncake festival.&lt;br /&gt;That's because, oh, so obvious, that this is the time we light up lanterns and give mooncakes to each other (normally among family members and close friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few years we have been celebrating Lantern/Mooncake festival at Ah Ma's house. So the usual, we light up paper lanterns and hand them on a plant by the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssvRtfpq6I/AAAAAAAAEfo/TommIB4RbpI/s1600-h/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssvRtfpq6I/AAAAAAAAEfo/TommIB4RbpI/s320/P1010012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389453360395561890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma and the three boys standing in front of paper lanterns hung on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Micah and Max are holding the lanterns, shape of the lotus flower, they made in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also light candles on the wall that's between her and her neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssvJ2VmsqI/AAAAAAAAEfg/5xbWaWrQhaA/s1600-h/P1010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssvJ2VmsqI/AAAAAAAAEfg/5xbWaWrQhaA/s320/P1010045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389453225330389666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Micah and Max lighting candles.&lt;br /&gt;Supervised by Ee-ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a shot of some of the traditional Lantern/Mooncake Festival treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sssuvv_QURI/AAAAAAAAEfY/6nJggI-UUDQ/s1600-h/P1010054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sssuvv_QURI/AAAAAAAAEfY/6nJggI-UUDQ/s320/P1010054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389452776949436690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clockwise: Chinese tea, red eggs, baby yams, brown sugar (to dip the yams in), mooncake,&lt;br /&gt;and "ngau-kok" (meaning bull's horns in Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a root, but you eat it like a nut,&lt;br /&gt;boiled, and then crack the shell to get to the white center).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Myron's  first Lantern festival and it sure was fascinating for him to see all the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sssui-6RzAI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/UIkNPFJKFyc/s1600-h/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sssui-6RzAI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/UIkNPFJKFyc/s320/P1010020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389452557616794626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myron and grandma, holding a fish lantern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- We are still eating the mooncakes my mother gave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-2845832471496145893?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/2845832471496145893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=2845832471496145893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2845832471496145893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2845832471496145893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-festival-2009.html' title='Mid-Autumn Festival 2009'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssvRtfpq6I/AAAAAAAAEfo/TommIB4RbpI/s72-c/P1010012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-5965698669025251220</id><published>2009-10-06T16:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:56:27.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Myron is Seven (months)</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much we would like things to be in slow-mo, we are also always cheering new achievements for our babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss9p54jmVI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/tZVauRmRjsA/s1600-h/P1010091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss9p54jmVI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/tZVauRmRjsA/s320/P1010091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389469169200896338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, Myron is still pretty much about 7.4 kg. Seems like this is his plateau weight before the next spurt. And he is about 64cm in length/height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss-KzedblI/AAAAAAAAEgY/caf_irUbiaE/s1600-h/P1010062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss-KzedblI/AAAAAAAAEgY/caf_irUbiaE/s320/P1010062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389469734416510546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has now mastered sitting up on his own, though he must have the space to do it (go reverse a little on all four and then push his body upwards to a sitting position. He has been at this for about 2 weeks now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss8ceazufI/AAAAAAAAEgI/DqTzcPqKlHE/s1600-h/P1010105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss8ceazufI/AAAAAAAAEgI/DqTzcPqKlHE/s320/P1010105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389467838978439666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is trying to move on his all four, after having been on all four for a month and rocking back and forth like a rocking horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss4O_RtSjI/AAAAAAAAEf4/3UWi51dEKbo/s1600-h/P1010070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss4O_RtSjI/AAAAAAAAEf4/3UWi51dEKbo/s320/P1010070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389463209233959474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this adventurous boy has taken to lunging forward, propelling his whole upper body through space, and very possibly to the edge of the "flat earth" called bed. He can no longer be left alone on the bed, even if it's barricaded on all sides because he could actually "jump" over the pillows and bolsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss3_hNscmI/AAAAAAAAEfw/-WvhhuaSyow/s1600-h/P1010100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss3_hNscmI/AAAAAAAAEfw/-WvhhuaSyow/s320/P1010100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389462943466025570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron has now 4 teeth. His upper two front teeth cut through the gum about a week back. He seems to love grinding his teeth together. Must be the new sensation and sound that is fascinating to him. But if you let him pick up a finger from you and put it into his mouth, he is like a terrapin that bites and won't let go till he has a piece chewed off from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssK8wy2YII/AAAAAAAAEeg/hYJfmgAfdLI/s1600-h/P1010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssK8wy2YII/AAAAAAAAEeg/hYJfmgAfdLI/s320/P1010028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389413418085539970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron loves his cereals, rice with a tad of brown rice cereals mixed into Mommy's milk. Sometimes he will be fed with a spoon, but sometimes Grandma will just let him drink the cereal out of a shot glass to make the feeding process faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now also an expert at grabbing things off you: gadget-daddy's glasses, the iPod from his brother, your cup from your hand if it's within reach, and anything that he sees on you, and then it goes straight into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss4VUG8swI/AAAAAAAAEgA/MjChYu0OduM/s1600-h/P1010099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss4VUG8swI/AAAAAAAAEgA/MjChYu0OduM/s320/P1010099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389463317905191682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're growing so well, baby.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SssKy_OZ3hI/AAAAAAAAEeY/t2EZajzdQao/s1600-h/P1010005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-5965698669025251220?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/5965698669025251220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=5965698669025251220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5965698669025251220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/5965698669025251220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/myron-is-seven-months.html' title='Myron is Seven (months)'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sss9p54jmVI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/tZVauRmRjsA/s72-c/P1010091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-3468821355739248796</id><published>2009-10-02T16:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:51:04.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>Tadpole Hunting</title><content type='html'>While Myron was having a late nap, the two older boys wanted to go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their intention was to go do some digging at the sandy area (normally used to play football by the others) but I opted one mess for another.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested we go tadpole hunting instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already cloudy and the wind was rolling more clouds in, so we made as quick a trip as we could.&lt;br /&gt;We walked as quickly as we could, Mommy, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the boys ran rather than walked quickly, and so Mommy ended up doing a speed-walk and some hollering at the same time: "Keep to the path", "Don't pick that up, it's dirty", "Look out for ants", "Look where you're going. Don't walk backwards", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW9XduIcrI/AAAAAAAAEeI/z9CdIhGOX1g/s1600-h/P9300095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW9XduIcrI/AAAAAAAAEeI/z9CdIhGOX1g/s200/P9300095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387920740031427250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surveyed some fish ponds, but it had no tadpoles.&lt;br /&gt;It was also rather dangerous as the boys kept leaning over the edge. The water's murky and I hear it is quite deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to an abandoned fountain area (Not exactly abandoned, but rather they fountains are "out of order" or never turned on as far as we know). Here the tadpoles were an "easy pick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW8RbR7IeI/AAAAAAAAEeA/CFDUVuUeiGA/s1600-h/P9300098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW8RbR7IeI/AAAAAAAAEeA/CFDUVuUeiGA/s200/P9300098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387919536785400290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW8HRkKuxI/AAAAAAAAEd4/Y7I6silpIPY/s1600-h/P9300101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW8HRkKuxI/AAAAAAAAEd4/Y7I6silpIPY/s200/P9300101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387919362378873618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's our "catch of the day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW-d5JDtxI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/Ml7g1u079pc/s1600-h/P9300104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW-d5JDtxI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/Ml7g1u079pc/s400/P9300104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387921949982963474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW8HRkKuxI/AAAAAAAAEd4/Y7I6silpIPY/s1600-h/P9300101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-3468821355739248796?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/3468821355739248796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=3468821355739248796' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/3468821355739248796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/3468821355739248796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-myron-was-having-late-nap-two.html' title='Tadpole Hunting'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW9XduIcrI/AAAAAAAAEeI/z9CdIhGOX1g/s72-c/P9300095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-7810447783216609463</id><published>2009-10-02T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:27:56.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><title type='text'>Charming and Disarming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW3ty0f93I/AAAAAAAAEdw/yy_qSUUokS8/s1600-h/P1010025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW3ty0f93I/AAAAAAAAEdw/yy_qSUUokS8/s400/P1010025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387914526582634354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teasing smile - If you were to greet him at the door as you come in, he will flash a smile but quickly hides his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-like-you smile - As you talk to him, he will stare at you with the his lips slightly agape, but you will see a  smile forming there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delighted smile - When you play with him and tickle him, he sometimes giggles and laughs, but he will mostly give you the delighted smile where his whole face lights up and his cheeks pushes up and his eyes are in the shape of semi-circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you should hear him chuckle and giggle when his big brother is making funny faces and funny noises which seems to really crack him up.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-7810447783216609463?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/7810447783216609463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=7810447783216609463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/7810447783216609463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/7810447783216609463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/10/charming-and-disarming.html' title='Charming and Disarming'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsW3ty0f93I/AAAAAAAAEdw/yy_qSUUokS8/s72-c/P1010025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-2445057245969290762</id><published>2009-09-30T01:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:46:51.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s A Circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>State Of Mind</title><content type='html'>Was writing this in an e-mail to a friend, and thought of you, my blog buddies and visitors, and thought you should be in this loop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsJGZRvAvWI/AAAAAAAAEdg/oG5Nnz3ti2k/s1600-h/P8100032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsJGZRvAvWI/AAAAAAAAEdg/oG5Nnz3ti2k/s320/P8100032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386945504359791970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, we will be moving to Singapore soon.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like too soon... But I'm sorta not* thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm that busy preparing for the move, not yet for now, but that I am trying to give more time to the three boys while I can.&lt;br /&gt;I think when we are down in Singapore on our own, I'd really have a lot less time, and maybe less patience due to lack of sleep and a lot less 'me' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the day time I am either nursing Myron, or carrying him and playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd be playing with the two boys, or attending to their basic needs like getting snacks or getting them cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;I also try to get them to do something 'productive' like some crafts or reading or some games that will enrich them one way or another. So all these need Mommy to be present.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I take a snooze with Myron, when I can't keep my eyes peeled. He seems to sleep better smelling Mommy beside him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, when they are asleep, my Gadget-daddy is usually doing something on the computer, or we will try to catch a movie together (rent on-line from i-tunes).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we are also trying to have a bit of "we" time before he heads down south first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I am anxious about:&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if we can register the boys in time for school next year, even if it is just kindy, but it seems they are very serious about placement there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also worried for Micah if he can catch up with the other kids there. Not meaning to sound "kiasu", but I know I don't want him to feel lost in class and being teased by other kids for being slow or "stupid", which of course he is not.&lt;br /&gt;I know.. I know.. I am just imagining the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... but that's what I'm worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max will still be in kindy K1 so not too stressed, as it's the year they start learning to read and write etc.&lt;br /&gt;Just that he might have adjustment problems about a new place and no koh-koh in the class with him.&lt;br /&gt;Max is quite reserve when it comes to meeting other kids. Most of the time he is quite ok with adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think I will move into D-gear.&lt;br /&gt;Denial!&lt;br /&gt;I already know in a time of stress my first reaction is to try to be practical and run like a robot, not daring to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I will feel lost and scared of being lost (literally) and wonder if I can fix 3 meals for everyone while I still have to attend to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;And to do all that and keep calm, not be in a frenzy and yelling all the time. Eeek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they will adjust faster than I, and will do fine.&lt;br /&gt;Just that right now, with 2 more adults in the house, they really get a lot of things done for them, and things get done properly.&lt;br /&gt;So if they were to do a bit more for themselves, as I know they would have to, I may have to cope with crazy shower time, tolerate not-so-well brushed-teeth and keep my cool while I'm uncertain if they will clean themselves properly in the toilet after a 'big' one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'biggest' thing that we will have to change, I think, is that the boys will have to feed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am talking about the 2 big boys. Right now, at home, grandpa feeds them at breakfast and Mommy feeds them at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we adults are to be blamed, because we want no mess to clean up, and we want them to eat faster and make sure the eat a substantial amount.&lt;br /&gt;So when we are on our own, in a sense I know they will actually adjust, because there will be no extra hands to pamper them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we are heading for an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;*getting goosebumps*&lt;br /&gt;*nibbling my nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On my mental list:&lt;br /&gt;kitchen ware&lt;br /&gt;dining ware&lt;br /&gt;bedding&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;toys&lt;br /&gt;DVDs&lt;br /&gt;playpen,&lt;br /&gt;clothes&lt;br /&gt;bath stuff&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeping - buckets, mats, washclothes,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-2445057245969290762?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/2445057245969290762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=2445057245969290762' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2445057245969290762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2445057245969290762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/state-of-mind.html' title='State Of Mind'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsJGZRvAvWI/AAAAAAAAEdg/oG5Nnz3ti2k/s72-c/P8100032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-1155876550213423821</id><published>2009-09-29T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:01:26.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Social-bug Baby</title><content type='html'>Myron cried today when I said good-bye to him as we headed out to send his two big brothers to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this almost 7 month baby now knows when he is being left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we also had the 10 days with him all the time during the Raya break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron is such a social bug, just like his first bro.&lt;br /&gt;At shopping malls, or at restaurants, we would always look at people around him and smile at anyone who calls out or coo at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves being around people.&lt;br /&gt;He loves the presence of another human being. Even if he is happy to be playing by himself, he would still call out for another person just to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;He is not demanding that you play with him, but that you be with him.&lt;br /&gt;Very "strange" and so seemingly deep in a grown-up way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just a few more weeks before the school holiday starts. Then he will have us all with him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsJLTc7U9XI/AAAAAAAAEdo/QczBIiwhkjE/s1600-h/P9030012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsJLTc7U9XI/AAAAAAAAEdo/QczBIiwhkjE/s320/P9030012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386950901843162482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- His 2 upper teeth are just cutting through his gum. So this almost 7 month old has 4 teeth already. And he is still in the process of getting himself sitting up without help. Doing quite well in his progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-1155876550213423821?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/1155876550213423821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=1155876550213423821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/1155876550213423821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/1155876550213423821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/social-bug-baby.html' title='Social-bug Baby'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SsJLTc7U9XI/AAAAAAAAEdo/QczBIiwhkjE/s72-c/P9030012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-7985866038232833019</id><published>2009-09-23T17:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:47:58.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><title type='text'>Playgroup Update</title><content type='html'>The party I mentioned we went for at the playgroup 2 weeks back, was this sweet little darling's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnn-mW-3xI/AAAAAAAAEcw/M0P5ZOoFJ_E/s1600-h/P1010065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnn-mW-3xI/AAAAAAAAEcw/M0P5ZOoFJ_E/s320/P1010065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384589892132986642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calista is 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her cake, baked by Aunty Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnoDuW9nrI/AAAAAAAAEc4/xLApxyXXcpE/s1600-h/P1010056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnoDuW9nrI/AAAAAAAAEc4/xLApxyXXcpE/s320/P1010056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384589980179734194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnoS6sSQ1I/AAAAAAAAEdA/i0dkhLqQ2qg/s1600-h/P1010057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnoS6sSQ1I/AAAAAAAAEdA/i0dkhLqQ2qg/s320/P1010057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384590241188430674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coordinator also showed me the rest of the crafts they did for the theme of sea-creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnm5ytoClI/AAAAAAAAEcg/t-f0T0qhfU8/s1600-h/P9100016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnm5ytoClI/AAAAAAAAEcg/t-f0T0qhfU8/s200/P9100016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384588710038211154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnmnUVpLfI/AAAAAAAAEcI/UgCyQc3ZwKw/s1600-h/P9110017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnmnUVpLfI/AAAAAAAAEcI/UgCyQc3ZwKw/s200/P9110017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384588392646913522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnmr_b6_aI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/6G36CYKQE5s/s1600-h/P9110018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnmr_b6_aI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/6G36CYKQE5s/s200/P9110018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384588472935447970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnmxnmPLII/AAAAAAAAEcY/V6n-skKPq7k/s1600-h/P9100015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnmxnmPLII/AAAAAAAAEcY/V6n-skKPq7k/s200/P9100015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384588569615477890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were made with paper, foams and old newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also at this party that I realised hoe ready Myron is for a regular visit to the playgroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnn5fGD5bI/AAAAAAAAEco/9Q9CZwn7RXU/s1600-h/P1010064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnn5fGD5bI/AAAAAAAAEco/9Q9CZwn7RXU/s200/P1010064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384589804283618738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he was fast asleep at the end of the exciting event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-7985866038232833019?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/7985866038232833019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=7985866038232833019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/7985866038232833019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/7985866038232833019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/playgroup-update.html' title='Playgroup Update'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srnn-mW-3xI/AAAAAAAAEcw/M0P5ZOoFJ_E/s72-c/P1010065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-2677876412309104540</id><published>2009-09-23T16:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:59:34.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Boys'/><title type='text'>Playing Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been so slack on updating my blog lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am busy in the day with the boys, and then by the time Gadget-daddy gets back he will work on the computer until it's quite late. Sometimes I sleep before he finishes. Sometimes even if I'm still awake, I will just go to bed so that I have energy for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;So that's my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and here's some update to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srna1kym_4I/AAAAAAAAEbw/X-rJgj5pc80/s1600-h/P9110021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srna1kym_4I/AAAAAAAAEbw/X-rJgj5pc80/s200/P9110021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384575443442007938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are some funny moments, or something "profound" expressed or exclaimed by the kids, and I think this should be blogged for a record, but I never get to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;(Mx: "Mom, sometimes, I am going to be as tall as you.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there's a drama of some sort, and I wonder if these should be recorded as well.&lt;br /&gt;(Mc: "Mom, today, I am not going to be your son anymore... blah, blah, blah.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnZiY4NIJI/AAAAAAAAEbo/DpZbfkoZ9Rc/s1600-h/P9030013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnZiY4NIJI/AAAAAAAAEbo/DpZbfkoZ9Rc/s200/P9030013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384574014315110546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I noticed, Myron is distinctively right-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most kids aren't as distinctive, as in they can easily be ambidextrous, or the parents may let them slowly decide which hand they are more comfortable with for writing and feeding. Some parents decide for their kids anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two older ones were asked by the adults around them to hold the spoon/ pencil/ etc. with their right hand when it eventually came to "crunch" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron can already push himself up on all fours and be like a little rocking horse. The other thing he does is that if he is already propped-up on a sitting position, he would lunge forward to grab something he wants which may be beyond his real. Oh, he is so ready to race with the big boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnjBgONi9I/AAAAAAAAEb4/rXbIsd0yyPU/s1600-h/Image%28141%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SrnjBgONi9I/AAAAAAAAEb4/rXbIsd0yyPU/s200/Image%28141%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384584444467055570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have news from across the border.&lt;br /&gt;We are re-locating.&lt;br /&gt;Gadget-daddy will be down in Lion City by mid October. He will look for a place to rent and check out schools for the boys. Mean time, he would probably be bunking in with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I will be here to finish their school for the year.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to find my feet/street all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might be bumping into some of you ladies who are there.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;... Or we could just meet up and do a picnic with our kids. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-2677876412309104540?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/2677876412309104540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=2677876412309104540' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2677876412309104540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/2677876412309104540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-Up'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Srna1kym_4I/AAAAAAAAEbw/X-rJgj5pc80/s72-c/P9110021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-8679887317242480045</id><published>2009-09-14T16:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:42:55.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Boys'/><title type='text'>Painting Transformers</title><content type='html'>We got back from a party this afternoon and the boys wanted to do some painting.&lt;br /&gt;You can already guess what they would want to paint with their current fad.&lt;br /&gt;Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4BkU3erzI/AAAAAAAAEbg/XtpjCbVbcRA/s1600-h/P1010079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4BkU3erzI/AAAAAAAAEbg/XtpjCbVbcRA/s320/P1010079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381240328342646578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Micah with his latest:&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpion with all the extra weapons. There's Jazz rescuing Sam and Michaela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4AA2MAB-I/AAAAAAAAEbA/dHP5JeoVPy8/s1600-h/P1010080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4AA2MAB-I/AAAAAAAAEbA/dHP5JeoVPy8/s320/P1010080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381238619300169698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually did this one a few days ago, Sideswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4A4VS0zxI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/xJp894_nAvI/s1600-h/P1010076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4A4VS0zxI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/xJp894_nAvI/s320/P1010076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381239572543098642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max wanted to paint Bumblebee, but insisted Mommy helped, as he wanted it to be right.&lt;br /&gt;He painted the rest: Skids, Mudflap, Bulkhead (big green one) and another (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4ApDBJHSI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Ppz5d4pfck0/s1600-h/P1010077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4ApDBJHSI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Ppz5d4pfck0/s320/P1010077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381239309939055906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did mommy do this time with the extra paint?&lt;br /&gt;She made a tray of doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry, Greentea (Max insisted) and Dark chocolate.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4BPO-nS2I/AAAAAAAAEbY/Xm53j6UXfbM/s1600-h/P1010082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4BPO-nS2I/AAAAAAAAEbY/Xm53j6UXfbM/s320/P1010082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381239965984705378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-8679887317242480045?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/8679887317242480045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=8679887317242480045' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/8679887317242480045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/8679887317242480045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/painting-transformers.html' title='Painting Transformers'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq4BkU3erzI/AAAAAAAAEbg/XtpjCbVbcRA/s72-c/P1010079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-8691343801894690204</id><published>2009-09-13T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:10:08.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits of Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>Eyebrow Raising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq0mxlq4-xI/AAAAAAAAEaI/8AfR07dKrgQ/s1600-h/P8290067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq0mxlq4-xI/AAAAAAAAEaI/8AfR07dKrgQ/s200/P8290067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380999763145063186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready for a shower when Micah ran in and announced, "I need to poo-poo, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dawdled a bit in the room, as he is usually quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, he chirped "I'm done," just as I got all my clean clothes out of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I washed him, he asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, what do you call that again? The one that only girls have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err...? You mean where they shee-shee (pee) from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, man. Are we gonna hit the &lt;a href="http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2008/04/tricky-b-qs.html"&gt;B&amp;amp;B Qs&lt;/a&gt; again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, the other one you said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I am puzzled and honestly scared. I don't know what he's asking about and I'm not sure if I have the time to prepare the answer appropriately.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is like a pop quiz of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What 'baby' again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby fat!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, baby fat*. Now I remember. I like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckles as he walked out of the bathroom, leaving me laughing, shaking my head and my jelly-belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, only girls (moms) have them: Baby-fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It was my older sis who told me of the term "baby fat". It's the fat you gain with every baby you have. He over heard me telling that to Gadget-daddy and since that, more that 4 months ago, he will now and then bring up the topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-8691343801894690204?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/8691343801894690204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=8691343801894690204' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/8691343801894690204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/8691343801894690204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/eyebrow-raising.html' title='Eyebrow Raising'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sq0mxlq4-xI/AAAAAAAAEaI/8AfR07dKrgQ/s72-c/P8290067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-51768800902843396</id><published>2009-09-10T01:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:01:02.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Myron Is 6 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;And as I look at my "cutiest ever" wriggling a little in his sleep, I can still remember how quite bit tinier he was when we brought him back from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfuAs7OkHI/AAAAAAAAEZg/nQpWsvopPII/s1600-h/P3310175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfuAs7OkHI/AAAAAAAAEZg/nQpWsvopPII/s320/P3310175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529975744335986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myron in his first month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron turned 6 months old on the 6th of September, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron now has 2 little teeth sticking out quite obviously on his lower gum. The teeth sprouted the week before he turned 5 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can sit quite steadily when you prop him up and he loves playing with his toys on the bed sitting up. Occasionally he does end up like humpty-dumpty on his side or the back, so Mommy usually surrounds him with pillows, so that he fall would not be too much (at 90*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfsGTfBHdI/AAAAAAAAEZI/-isZhLltgkA/s1600-h/P8070041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfsGTfBHdI/AAAAAAAAEZI/-isZhLltgkA/s320/P8070041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527872971087314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also started Myron on his cereals.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma gave him some porridge the other day (rice porridge in ABC soup, but just gave him blended rice), but he seem to much prefer his rice cereal with Mommy's milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron is now super at calling out to be picked up when he has had enough of playing by himself. He is like a Tiramisu, calling out, "Pick me up! Pick me up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfpFd3-M0I/AAAAAAAAEY4/0tCvcAaBIwQ/s1600-h/P8130043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfpFd3-M0I/AAAAAAAAEY4/0tCvcAaBIwQ/s320/P8130043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379524560045355842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favourite colour is yellow, as seen by his forever-gnawing on  this piece on the astrosaucer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqftDa4_R-I/AAAAAAAAEZY/QNZLE3zdZv0/s1600-h/P7290041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqftDa4_R-I/AAAAAAAAEZY/QNZLE3zdZv0/s320/P7290041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528922931087330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See, he has turned the toy around, because the back is yellow. Funny baby.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfoRVP8RRI/AAAAAAAAEYw/pXnJp5Q-M1U/s1600-h/P8260049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfoRVP8RRI/AAAAAAAAEYw/pXnJp5Q-M1U/s320/P8260049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379523664376775954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His "favouritest" playmate is his big brother, Micah. He will actually coo very differently to him, something that even Mommy does not get, And Micah can make him burst into peals of laughter by just saying a single syllable word, like "stick" or "pop" or "hic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfs2DT6tWI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/dhjCDuimio0/s1600-h/P7070014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfs2DT6tWI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/dhjCDuimio0/s320/P7070014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528693263283554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfv1hUe-CI/AAAAAAAAEZw/w_riqts9vxc/s1600-h/P7300020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfv1hUe-CI/AAAAAAAAEZw/w_riqts9vxc/s320/P7300020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531982673737762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron's drippy nose seemed to have stopped, and that was after another doc advised Mommy to stop taking dairy products. Seems pretty effective. But Myron is still as drooly as ever, and if we don't was up his bibs everyday, the 15+ pieces that we have is not enough to hold for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfqcq4TLxI/AAAAAAAAEZA/_AtBxsmDhSc/s1600-h/P8100018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfqcq4TLxI/AAAAAAAAEZA/_AtBxsmDhSc/s320/P8100018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379526058185010962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's favourite part of the day with Myron is when he wakes up in the morning. He will usually talk to himself until Mommy wakes up or greet her with a smile, or he will look around until he spots her and give a gurgle and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfvoiHp59I/AAAAAAAAEZo/sUHQePc-pGU/s1600-h/P7300045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfvoiHp59I/AAAAAAAAEZo/sUHQePc-pGU/s320/P7300045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531759550064594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure make every morning a good morning, my beautiful boy.&lt;br /&gt;You are so so lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-51768800902843396?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/51768800902843396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=51768800902843396' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/51768800902843396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/51768800902843396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/myron-is-6-months-old.html' title='Myron Is 6 Months Old'/><author><name>Moomykin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645551241688174119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07478350734372427378'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfuAs7OkHI/AAAAAAAAEZg/nQpWsvopPII/s72-c/P3310175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868408811034508455.post-3205209278177239734</id><published>2009-09-08T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:29:44.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Last Holiday ... Singapore</title><content type='html'>Sorry, that this is such a be-lated post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the school hols, also the Merdeka Weekend (national day), we actually made a last minute decision to go down to Singapore. And as usual, we stayed with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, we visited a nice public pool in Seng Kang,&lt;br /&gt;It has quite an elaborate playpool with slides, tubes and fountains.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Micah had a splash if a time, while Max had to be persuaded to stay wet a little longer than he wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfjiiTI2LI/AAAAAAAAEYY/boGAgXvFgKI/s1600-h/P8290061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfjiiTI2LI/AAAAAAAAEYY/boGAgXvFgKI/s320/P8290061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518462379481266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfjMbBEYcI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/56RaCQKjVvA/s1600-h/P8290070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfjMbBEYcI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/56RaCQKjVvA/s320/P8290070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518082467520962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myron took a nap while his Daddy and brothers were having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfldQcKHYI/AAAAAAAAEYo/vXeFSWwu8n4/s1600-h/P8290077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfldQcKHYI/AAAAAAAAEYo/vXeFSWwu8n4/s320/P8290077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379520570709384578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went on the Singapore Flyer. This we targeted to get on about sunset, so when we boarded the "capsule", it was still light, but when we came out it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the city's night-lights. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;(I took the shots below with my camera. Gadget daddy has some really nice ones with his more sophisticated camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfioA_uCYI/AAAAAAAAEYI/DWxJtPW-WSg/s1600-h/P8290125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfioA_uCYI/AAAAAAAAEYI/DWxJtPW-WSg/s320/P8290125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379517457007249794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfihCdee2I/AAAAAAAAEYA/SbtKvT3C0NA/s1600-h/P8290132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/SqfihCdee2I/AAAAAAAAEYA/SbtKvT3C0NA/s320/P8290132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379517337141410658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always good to spend time with family, especially those we don't see enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids sure had a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfk7UQ7mqI/AAAAAAAAEYg/Prg3Q6u18zo/s1600-h/P8290055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbkIo0KhU8c/Sqfk7UQ7mqI/AAAAAAAAEYg/Prg3Q6u18zo/s320/P8290055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379519987620485794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868408811034508455-3205209278177239734?l=moomykin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/feeds/3205209278177239734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868408811034508455&amp;postID=3205209278177239734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/3205209278177239734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868408811034508455/posts/default/3205209278177239734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moomykin.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-holiday-singapore.html' title='Last Holiday ... 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