<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143</id><updated>2012-03-08T00:10:19.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal for Jo Ern</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4294395541632551285</id><published>2012-03-05T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T18:01:29.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Ern goes shopping</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday and we loitered at Cold Storage. :)&amp;nbsp; I seriously prefer being at a supermarket than shopping for clothing/shoes/accessories etc!&amp;nbsp; Well hubby also took&amp;nbsp;me for a good breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper so I have nothing to complain about. Also had dinner with my whole family on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Cold Storage.&amp;nbsp;Halfway round, Jo Ern saw a shopping basket&amp;nbsp;on the floor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She placed the ball and balloon she was holding into that basket. To my amusement&amp;nbsp;she started to drag the basket along by one handle.&amp;nbsp; She then&amp;nbsp;stopped at random places along the aisles,&amp;nbsp;taking down items for a closer look and either putting it into her basket or back onto the shelf.&amp;nbsp; Like she was doing shopping for real!&amp;nbsp; Photos would have looked better if I'd left&amp;nbsp;all her chosen items in the basket... but good citizen that I was, I wanted to put stuff back on the correct shelf.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMBCyFyf6AE/T1SNMtqV--I/AAAAAAAAA-A/O7KUgBol4mI/s1600/Jan17d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMBCyFyf6AE/T1SNMtqV--I/AAAAAAAAA-A/O7KUgBol4mI/s400/Jan17d.jpg" uda="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now shall I get&amp;nbsp;this brand of 'bak kut teh'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHjJFkD8AWE/T1SNSsDbp0I/AAAAAAAAA-I/_PiVOwms7uE/s1600/Jan17c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHjJFkD8AWE/T1SNSsDbp0I/AAAAAAAAA-I/_PiVOwms7uE/s400/Jan17c.jpg" uda="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitely need a loaf of bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got to some strawberry&amp;nbsp;Hello Panda biscuits, she muttered "More! More!" and piled loads of boxes into her basket.&amp;nbsp; I was laughing away so hard.&amp;nbsp; I haven't given her any Hello Panda to eat yet&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;probably she&amp;nbsp;just liked the packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Daiso after that and when next thing I knew, she was walking around with a box of clingfilm under her armpit.&amp;nbsp; I removed that and next, she had&amp;nbsp;a box of sauce bottles cradled in the crook of her arm.&amp;nbsp; These items were&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;selected for size rather than nature!&amp;nbsp; Aiyo this little one. She's good at observing and copying what people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JE @ 1y11m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4294395541632551285?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4294395541632551285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/03/jo-ern-goes-shopping.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4294395541632551285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4294395541632551285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/03/jo-ern-goes-shopping.html' title='Jo Ern goes shopping'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMBCyFyf6AE/T1SNMtqV--I/AAAAAAAAA-A/O7KUgBol4mI/s72-c/Jan17d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5493447902831219020</id><published>2012-03-01T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T01:05:30.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girl</title><content type='html'>Funny how thinking of Jo Ern lifts up my mood.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I go through&amp;nbsp;life at the office focused on&amp;nbsp;colleagues/clients, work&amp;nbsp;demands and&amp;nbsp;deadlines,&amp;nbsp;moving&amp;nbsp;from consulting office to project room to boardroom to user departments.&amp;nbsp;Then at some random point, I'd suddenly remember I have this little daughter and immediately, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rF8_lRzj6HA/T08y7UnyiYI/AAAAAAAAA9o/evsnaCRLW3Q/s1600/Jan16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rF8_lRzj6HA/T08y7UnyiYI/AAAAAAAAA9o/evsnaCRLW3Q/s400/Jan16.jpg" uda="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tadpole-shaped eyes (like mine, but luckily bigger hehe) and rosebud mouth... this is MY little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sNnO5PjjP0/T08zCF8Sb_I/AAAAAAAAA9w/9ElFz9kBMWc/s1600/Jan16a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sNnO5PjjP0/T08zCF8Sb_I/AAAAAAAAA9w/9ElFz9kBMWc/s400/Jan16a.jpg" uda="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who, although my cutie pie,&amp;nbsp;err... sometimes demands extra attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't like.... Waaaaaaa!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtffaMOa_BI/T08zMPhufgI/AAAAAAAAA94/2Kv5IOHgqvE/s1600/Jan16b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtffaMOa_BI/T08zMPhufgI/AAAAAAAAA94/2Kv5IOHgqvE/s400/Jan16b.jpg" uda="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda like how she just lets loose. No holding back, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No little girls were&amp;nbsp;harmed in the making of this post... no matter how pitiful this one looks. &amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; If I remember correctly,&amp;nbsp;she wanted to&amp;nbsp;look at pictures in the camera&amp;nbsp;instead of taking new ones.&amp;nbsp; Bawling is her weapon&amp;nbsp;of choice if she doesn't get what she wants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5493447902831219020?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5493447902831219020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/03/little-girl.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5493447902831219020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5493447902831219020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/03/little-girl.html' title='Little girl'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rF8_lRzj6HA/T08y7UnyiYI/AAAAAAAAA9o/evsnaCRLW3Q/s72-c/Jan16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-9099053471805802186</id><published>2012-02-27T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T21:02:36.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44KaWxLd6zQ/T0xHE3AsSsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/w0CLNjrOhz0/s1600/Jan15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44KaWxLd6zQ/T0xHE3AsSsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/w0CLNjrOhz0/s400/Jan15.jpg" uda="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Play with Mummy's phone then only oi-oi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm glad Jo Ern actually LIKES bedtime. She has her&amp;nbsp;routine starting&amp;nbsp;10pm - drink 3oz milk, happily&amp;nbsp;show off&amp;nbsp;empty bottle to me and hubby, walk to kitchen sink to plonk empty bottle in, brush teeth and then announce "Oi-oi time!" before&amp;nbsp;climbing the stairs.&amp;nbsp; Hubby would typically still be watching TV (the man&amp;nbsp;stares at the screen for HOURS!).&amp;nbsp; Previously&amp;nbsp;I'd&amp;nbsp;take Jo Ern upstairs while he continues with the TV.&amp;nbsp; Now that Jo Ern talks, she'd go and tell him, "Papa!! Oi-oi time! Papa oi-oi time!!" until hubby actually moves his butt to bed.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she likes isn't actually the&amp;nbsp;sleeping part.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'd switch the bedside lamp on and the main room&amp;nbsp;light off.&amp;nbsp; While the bed is bathed in the glow of the lamp, we&amp;nbsp;read her books and do the 6-pc jigsaw puzzle that sit on the bedside table.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;hands her&amp;nbsp;toy octopus over to hubby and her toy dog to me.&amp;nbsp; If hubby&amp;nbsp;tries to nap the dog instead, she would cry.&amp;nbsp; She takes back both animals when she wants to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes she grabs my phone to play with and then it might be a short battle getting it away from her.&amp;nbsp; My policy is to hold off giving her&amp;nbsp;gadgets as long as possible, seeing the affinity she has to phones/ipad/computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we turn the light off.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it's another battle as she wants to play some more.&amp;nbsp; But this won't be long and soon she goes quiet.&amp;nbsp; She sleeps through the night, this one.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-9099053471805802186?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/9099053471805802186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/bed-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9099053471805802186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9099053471805802186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/bed-time.html' title='Bed-time'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44KaWxLd6zQ/T0xHE3AsSsI/AAAAAAAAA9g/w0CLNjrOhz0/s72-c/Jan15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-573786051996905388</id><published>2012-02-23T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T20:37:31.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R14-nLdCe4Q/T0cQ97w-5wI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kFijcrpC5v8/s1600/Jan14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" lda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R14-nLdCe4Q/T0cQ97w-5wI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kFijcrpC5v8/s400/Jan14.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&amp;nbsp;ladder, WOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEegknXL9ZM/T0cRDs4FxfI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/nRzlijutvD8/s1600/Jan14a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" lda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEegknXL9ZM/T0cRDs4FxfI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/nRzlijutvD8/s400/Jan14a.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna climb too! Papa go away k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hubby: JoJo shoo! &lt;em&gt;Chor teng sai&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2ofhizJJzQ/T0cRIfKCs1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/sN4urBIuA40/s1600/Jan14b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" lda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2ofhizJJzQ/T0cRIfKCs1I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/sN4urBIuA40/s400/Jan14b.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yayy I am climbing up and UP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern loves to climb! She has always been pretty agile and would try to climb things much taller than she is.&amp;nbsp; She'll have&amp;nbsp;a huge grin&amp;nbsp;once she succeeds.&amp;nbsp; She climbs up the piano stool at my parents', hubby's Lazyboy chair, my kitchen drawers using the handles as a ladder, our door grills etc.&amp;nbsp; My dad warns that she's&amp;nbsp;heading for a big fall one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hubby took out this ladder to change some light bulbs, it was fun-time for Jo Ern!&amp;nbsp; She doesn't always know how to climb down again though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-573786051996905388?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/573786051996905388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/climb-kid.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/573786051996905388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/573786051996905388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/climb-kid.html' title='Climb kid'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R14-nLdCe4Q/T0cQ97w-5wI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kFijcrpC5v8/s72-c/Jan14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5611272645787637096</id><published>2012-02-21T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T19:41:21.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1z8IGETaT-Y/T0H3iuSpUTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/NvRKehTf600/s1600/Jan13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1z8IGETaT-Y/T0H3iuSpUTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/NvRKehTf600/s320/Jan13.jpg" width="320px" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes... this is a very good vintage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic shows Jo Ern inhaling alcohol from hubby's glass.&amp;nbsp; Future wine connoisseur or alcohol junkie?&amp;nbsp; Hmm...&amp;nbsp;I personally&amp;nbsp;wouldn't encourage this at all.&amp;nbsp; Told hubby that addicts get high from sniffing glue just like this. But&amp;nbsp;hubby decided that's a completely different thing.&amp;nbsp; And will offer Jo Ern his glass to smell.&amp;nbsp; She on her part already knows that she won't get to actually drink, and will still happily stick her little nose in the glass and breathe in deeply.&amp;nbsp; Sigh. I shall compromise and take a step backwards.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's good to have a counter-point to my overprotectiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on the topic... couple of other points on which hubby and&amp;nbsp;I think differently: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am following my mum's rule of no snacks right before meals. Hubby on the other hand believes in having many small meals and thus snacks whenever he likes. Only last weekend, with lunch to be served at 12.30pm, he made himself instant noodles with an egg around noon. On the bright side, this is someone who will never complain that meals are late!&amp;nbsp;   I have basically come to terms with this. Well sort of, I do get annoyed when he doesn't do justice to a meal I've painstakingly cooked because he just had a big snack of roast pork washed down with Guinness Stout.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern is showing the same preference for snacks vs meals.&amp;nbsp; Hubby says might as well let her eat what she wants rather than force her to eat what she doesn't.&amp;nbsp; He will give her the biscuits, bread and whatnot she asks for while I am cooking dinner. I do intend to fight this battle, to get proper meals into the kid!&amp;nbsp; (Hubby says biscuits and bread are also nutritious what... grrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Hubby recently decided that a 2am curfew was right&amp;nbsp;for an 18-year old girl.&amp;nbsp; I would freak out if&amp;nbsp;16 years in the future, my precious Jo Ern wasn't&amp;nbsp;home by, oh, 11pm!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Heh.&amp;nbsp;But I am aware also that&amp;nbsp;setting unreasonable&amp;nbsp;rules will mainly result in&amp;nbsp;broken&amp;nbsp;rules.&amp;nbsp;Oh well, I still have time to enjoy her&amp;nbsp;childhood innocence and will cross this bridge when it comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5611272645787637096?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5611272645787637096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/compromises.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5611272645787637096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5611272645787637096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/compromises.html' title='Compromises'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1z8IGETaT-Y/T0H3iuSpUTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/NvRKehTf600/s72-c/Jan13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4062672778569112155</id><published>2012-02-16T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T19:41:27.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of photoshoot</title><content type='html'>I have yet to collect the actual photos from our &lt;a href="http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-formal-photoshoot.html"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; At first it was a misunderstanding -&amp;nbsp;I was waiting&amp;nbsp;for the draft photos which the studio thought they'd already sent and was waiting for my approval.&amp;nbsp; After we got over that, the place was closed for CNY.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Right, NEXT week&amp;nbsp;I'm going over to that area again and shall collect.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, here are 3 of the 5 photos&amp;nbsp;we picked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRrHIb853dk/Tz3IDK7tv2I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eh5RjgEdLTQ/s1600/Jan12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRrHIb853dk/Tz3IDK7tv2I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eh5RjgEdLTQ/s400/Jan12.jpg" width="266px" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only one with a smiling Jo Ern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx0O2iTscrU/Tz3IRLVYX4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/xqh5peXvO-Q/s1600/Jan12a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mx0O2iTscrU/Tz3IRLVYX4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/xqh5peXvO-Q/s400/Jan12a.jpg" width="266px" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Strong pose this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9XsdQHb48M/Tz3IZSmkPTI/AAAAAAAAA84/JGOfVUeJFgw/s1600/Jan12b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9XsdQHb48M/Tz3IZSmkPTI/AAAAAAAAA84/JGOfVUeJFgw/s400/Jan12b.jpg" width="266px" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Portrait with fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the last photo, there was a better photo&amp;nbsp;in the series where she was&amp;nbsp;'eating'&amp;nbsp;a fruit. Too bad that was a POTATO. *Smacks head*... why studio put potatoes in the basket la??! Put all fruit cannot meh??&amp;nbsp; I'd have picked that other photo if the fruit&amp;nbsp;had been a strawberry or apple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken 2 months ago and she already looks different!&amp;nbsp; Overall, while&amp;nbsp;the photos are not terribly nice,&amp;nbsp;I guess they're&amp;nbsp;decent enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4062672778569112155?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4062672778569112155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/results-of-photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4062672778569112155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4062672778569112155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/results-of-photoshoot.html' title='Results of photoshoot'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRrHIb853dk/Tz3IDK7tv2I/AAAAAAAAA8o/eh5RjgEdLTQ/s72-c/Jan12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7495036655579978364</id><published>2012-02-13T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T21:59:17.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want...</title><content type='html'>She knows what she wants...&amp;nbsp;the terrible two's are coming!&amp;nbsp; I guess it has to be this&amp;nbsp;way.&amp;nbsp; Before this she was barely aware of anything&amp;nbsp;outside herself.&amp;nbsp; It is now that she has made enough sense&amp;nbsp;of the world to know what she likes and that she has some influence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1QcFvZ4N-4/Tzi3SHfbyJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/dVhZYah2RCk/s1600/Jan11b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1QcFvZ4N-4/Tzi3SHfbyJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/dVhZYah2RCk/s400/Jan11b.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to ride the escalator again! And I WILL sit right here until that happens!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she's small enough to just pick up, even while&amp;nbsp;kicking and screaming!&amp;nbsp; And she's still easily distracted. &amp;nbsp;Like with a box of raisins.&amp;nbsp; Preferably&amp;nbsp;don't plan on removing&amp;nbsp;the box before it's empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ2gumMKNbE/Tzi3lCJkVnI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/koQ2eLK1ejM/s1600/Jan11a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ2gumMKNbE/Tzi3lCJkVnI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/koQ2eLK1ejM/s400/Jan11a.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hm? It's my box. What is it you want with my box?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, she is overall a sweet child.&amp;nbsp; When she's in a normal mood, she&amp;nbsp;keeps her toys, takes out diaper and mat in preparation for being changed, regularly brings water-bottles to respective owners.&amp;nbsp; And she likes to&amp;nbsp;share her food. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWH_k6bFWhg/Tzi3wMhMS-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/jHjmkOoFxlg/s1600/Jan11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWH_k6bFWhg/Tzi3wMhMS-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/jHjmkOoFxlg/s400/Jan11.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Ern give Mummy"&lt;/span&gt; - she says this&amp;nbsp;whenever she sees this photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7495036655579978364?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7495036655579978364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-want.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7495036655579978364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7495036655579978364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-want.html' title='I want...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1QcFvZ4N-4/Tzi3SHfbyJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/dVhZYah2RCk/s72-c/Jan11b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5079127582937910056</id><published>2012-02-09T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T22:31:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chit car</title><content type='html'>See this happy little girl?&amp;nbsp; She loves sitting in these things and turning the steering wheel or pressing buttons or whatever is available.&amp;nbsp; Whenever she spots one of these contraptions, she'll point excitedly and ask to 'chit car/cat/horse/duck etc'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am sooo NOT gonna put any money in them, for as long as possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these photos which she loves to look at... sometimes going 'Pwog! Pog!'.&amp;nbsp; Which I didn't decipher for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6MioyisPPQ/TzS2j3zayEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/64RyLShW72s/s1600/Jan8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6MioyisPPQ/TzS2j3zayEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/64RyLShW72s/s400/Jan8.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chit car!&amp;nbsp;Pwog pwog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gtc9t7DOFTo/TzS2pe-gmsI/AAAAAAAAA8I/UsnoPKC-FCs/s1600/Jan8a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gtc9t7DOFTo/TzS2pe-gmsI/AAAAAAAAA8I/UsnoPKC-FCs/s400/Jan8a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Translation: Sit car with frog (actually dinosaur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5079127582937910056?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5079127582937910056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/chit-car.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5079127582937910056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5079127582937910056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/chit-car.html' title='Chit car'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6MioyisPPQ/TzS2j3zayEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/64RyLShW72s/s72-c/Jan8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5700151826820525941</id><published>2012-02-05T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T00:54:56.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water play, part 2</title><content type='html'>It's proving to be the usual&amp;nbsp;hot CNY weather.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern has been keeping cool in her turtle pond.&amp;nbsp; But there is now another part to the experience... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First part - chillaxing in the turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Our1rvsByR4/Ty5AHaF3y8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/IRnjPgKu-lU/s1600/Jan10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Our1rvsByR4/Ty5AHaF3y8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/IRnjPgKu-lU/s400/Jan10.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is nice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First part lasts a max of&amp;nbsp;half an hour.﻿&amp;nbsp; On to the usual cleaning up (and the usual cries of&amp;nbsp;"noo! NOO!!!!").&amp;nbsp; Then it's time for the second part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Second part - playing with the leftover water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3snGAbaqOlc/Ty4_MAu_sVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FecbZcEVo4c/s1600/Jan10a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3snGAbaqOlc/Ty4_MAu_sVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FecbZcEVo4c/s400/Jan10a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scoop water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZItG-Uk6AJI/Ty5AaFVhGNI/AAAAAAAAA74/jEwjFB389y8/s1600/Jan10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZItG-Uk6AJI/Ty5AaFVhGNI/AAAAAAAAA74/jEwjFB389y8/s400/Jan10b.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pour!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, the second part keeps her busy for ages!&amp;nbsp; She'd scoop water into the cup, run over to the chosen plant and pour the water on it.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes a small potted&amp;nbsp;plant gets lucky many times while a big plant gets only one cupworth.&amp;nbsp; All up to the whims of&amp;nbsp;a 1y 10m-old&amp;nbsp;'water-goddess'!&amp;nbsp; I'm quite pleased with the discovery of this extended water-play.&amp;nbsp; She is soo happy running back and forth with her little cup.&amp;nbsp; She does get a bit wet&amp;nbsp;but not enough for me to worry about her catching a chill.&amp;nbsp; And I'm off the hook, for a while,&amp;nbsp;of thinking&amp;nbsp;how to keep her entertained!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5700151826820525941?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5700151826820525941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/water-play-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5700151826820525941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5700151826820525941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/02/water-play-part-2.html' title='Water play, part 2'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Our1rvsByR4/Ty5AHaF3y8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/IRnjPgKu-lU/s72-c/Jan10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5229701761600973546</id><published>2012-01-31T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:55:39.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in other shoes</title><content type='html'>Jo Ern loves to drink water from other people's containers. People at my parents' place, both&amp;nbsp;big and small, use water-bottles.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern knows&amp;nbsp;exactly which ones belong to whom and will frequently bring the correct bottle to&amp;nbsp;its owner.&amp;nbsp; Just as&amp;nbsp;frequently&amp;nbsp;she will open the bottle and drink from it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves to wear&amp;nbsp;shoes belonging to&amp;nbsp;other people.&amp;nbsp; Here are some&amp;nbsp;photos of this hobby... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFablWz5HlI/TyitXopba1I/AAAAAAAAA7A/LzoeoT9m9Vs/s1600/Jan7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFablWz5HlI/TyitXopba1I/AAAAAAAAA7A/LzoeoT9m9Vs/s400/Jan7.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you like my outfit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(dress, pants retained from CNY outfit&amp;nbsp;in case of mosquitos&amp;nbsp;and not-her-sneakers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLHy8C5-5K8/TyiwLHt27OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/p0-KqXNNAcQ/s1600/Jan7a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLHy8C5-5K8/TyiwLHt27OI/AAAAAAAAA7I/p0-KqXNNAcQ/s400/Jan7a.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just whistle while&amp;nbsp;you work...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPdOI2ccpsY/TyiwwF6iwxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/d7Kn-bqOM1c/s1600/Jan7b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPdOI2ccpsY/TyiwwF6iwxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/d7Kn-bqOM1c/s400/Jan7b.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest a while then walk some more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QU2qEf-zRrU/TyixApw_s7I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2jtmK39gLgQ/s1600/Jan7c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QU2qEf-zRrU/TyixApw_s7I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2jtmK39gLgQ/s400/Jan7c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which pair will suit me better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLgExm9Wxqk/TyixydbqCBI/AAAAAAAAA7g/V3vVhVYEw40/s1600/Jan7d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLgExm9Wxqk/TyixydbqCBI/AAAAAAAAA7g/V3vVhVYEw40/s400/Jan7d.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait wait, I put on some more&amp;nbsp;shoes first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The funny thing is, she has no problem walking in the shoes whatever the style or size.&amp;nbsp; Even while wearing BOTH her own and not-her-own shoes at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5229701761600973546?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5229701761600973546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/walking-in-other-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5229701761600973546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5229701761600973546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/walking-in-other-shoes.html' title='Walking in other shoes'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFablWz5HlI/TyitXopba1I/AAAAAAAAA7A/LzoeoT9m9Vs/s72-c/Jan7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8330858183762736996</id><published>2012-01-29T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:58:55.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2012</title><content type='html'>CNY for me started with preparing the reunion dinner for 10 big people and 1 little one.&amp;nbsp; Food turned out ok, phew!&amp;nbsp; Fish turned out good and&amp;nbsp;there were compliments for the prawn+mince combo and ginger-scallion sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu for future reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Steamed tau-tai fish in soy sauce (fish cost a bomb! forgot to take pic)&lt;br /&gt;2. Roast chinese-style chicken with ginger-scallion dip&lt;br /&gt;3. Prawns wrapped with minced pork&lt;br /&gt;4. Stirfried assorted veg with meatballs&lt;br /&gt;5. Roast pork&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;Lotus root-pork ribs&amp;nbsp;soup, done by hubby&lt;br /&gt;7. Lap mei farn, contributed by guest&lt;br /&gt;8. Steamed big prawns, contributed by guest&lt;br /&gt;9. Home-fried prawn crackers as an additional snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-mI104D0Fc/TyYCaAjuDPI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/e95fGLdwAN0/s1600/Jan6c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-mI104D0Fc/TyYCaAjuDPI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/e95fGLdwAN0/s400/Jan6c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Prawns with mince, roast chicken, lap mei farn, veg with meatballs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired&amp;nbsp;upon sitting down to dinner.&amp;nbsp; Hubby too, actually.&amp;nbsp; He was busy cleaning the house earlier.&amp;nbsp; Guess we're just too 'kancheong' as&amp;nbsp;hosts! I noticed that my SIL can prepare food to sit down to, with more later to accompany alcohol (hubby's family are big drinkers) and she's still fine to chat and enjoy the session.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was suggesting taking away a 'poon choy' instead of cooking.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next year when there are more little ones around, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of Jo Ern in CNY clothes... there is still one more outfit that I can't seem to find any time for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECBumgapcoc/TyYCvOKqNlI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wacy_vjhuZg/s1600/Jan6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECBumgapcoc/TyYCvOKqNlI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wacy_vjhuZg/s400/Jan6.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wear nice-nice and eat sweet. Hair wet coz just pom-pom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQx8dCXIPg/TyYDI4VQ4VI/AAAAAAAAA6o/hr5y7HebCQQ/s1600/Jan6a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQx8dCXIPg/TyYDI4VQ4VI/AAAAAAAAA6o/hr5y7HebCQQ/s400/Jan6a.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wear nice-nice and play with tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh2nnAdMP7I/TyYEcQxznSI/AAAAAAAAA64/l5SsUKs2TaU/s1600/Jan6b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh2nnAdMP7I/TyYEcQxznSI/AAAAAAAAA64/l5SsUKs2TaU/s400/Jan6b.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wear nice-nice and play with cigar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err and no, she can't wear nice-nice and just&amp;nbsp;STAND nice-nice for photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8330858183762736996?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8330858183762736996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-2012-so-far.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8330858183762736996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8330858183762736996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-2012-so-far.html' title='CNY 2012'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-mI104D0Fc/TyYCaAjuDPI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/e95fGLdwAN0/s72-c/Jan6c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-196968664009445292</id><published>2012-01-26T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:58:59.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>Jo Ern would like to wish everyone a happy new y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wPWLSuWl6s/TyEP1UWLNMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/M7znkr2Q4Bc/s1600/Jan5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wPWLSuWl6s/TyEP1UWLNMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/M7znkr2Q4Bc/s400/Jan5.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna wear this! Take it off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err I mean, Jo Ern would like to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KCUp6MMUX0k/TyEX-nkrS1I/AAAAAAAAA54/bHY3OYnKq_s/s1600/Jan5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KCUp6MMUX0k/TyEX-nkrS1I/AAAAAAAAA54/bHY3OYnKq_s/s400/Jan5a.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern would really like to wish Gong Xi Fa Cai to every...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SL56kC-mI6Q/TyEYRw6odaI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HgxGgDtOBes/s1600/Jan5b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SL56kC-mI6Q/TyEYRw6odaI/AAAAAAAAA6A/HgxGgDtOBes/s400/Jan5b.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off! Off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern! Come here and wish everyone!&amp;nbsp; And&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye-to-tai-ma.html"&gt;Tai ma's&lt;/a&gt; policy is CNY must wear red,&amp;nbsp;the redder the better!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bTGGeDW3go/TyEfJ5OrFCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_Ej93G7KDWQ/s1600/Jan5c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bTGGeDW3go/TyEfJ5OrFCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_Ej93G7KDWQ/s400/Jan5c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gongxifacai! Wish&amp;nbsp;everyone very hua-hee! Hehhehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-196968664009445292?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/196968664009445292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-cny.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/196968664009445292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/196968664009445292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wPWLSuWl6s/TyEP1UWLNMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/M7znkr2Q4Bc/s72-c/Jan5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3339442769794351908</id><published>2012-01-16T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T18:08:50.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard at breakfast</title><content type='html'>Set out a small container of cheese for Jo Ern's breakfast and made sure she was&amp;nbsp;seated properly.&amp;nbsp; Told hubby, "Eat breakfast with Jo Ern ok?&amp;nbsp; Chat with her ok?" and went&amp;nbsp;to roast peanuts for CNY cookies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants: Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;and Hubby with grumpy early-morning look &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Papaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1 point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1 point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ahmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1 point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby:&amp;nbsp; JoJo&amp;nbsp;eat cheese ah (1 point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;DOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1 point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe can change topic some more.&amp;nbsp; I stopped keeping count and focussed on my peanuts.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjzDIinroo8/TxTg6ehzmJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5AesW58Efvc/s1600/Canon+150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjzDIinroo8/TxTg6ehzmJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5AesW58Efvc/s400/Canon+150.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I win something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3339442769794351908?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3339442769794351908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/overheard-at-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3339442769794351908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3339442769794351908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/overheard-at-breakfast.html' title='Overheard at breakfast'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjzDIinroo8/TxTg6ehzmJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5AesW58Efvc/s72-c/Canon+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1761601475906509198</id><published>2012-01-12T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:37:26.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler post: Snowy</title><content type='html'>Went to Midvalley to drop off my phone for service.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern discovered escalators, pointing excitedly&amp;nbsp;to every one she saw&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;walking by herself&amp;nbsp;towards it.&amp;nbsp; So we rode escalators up all the floors and&amp;nbsp;then down. Simple pleasures!&amp;nbsp; The mall&amp;nbsp;quickly got super-packed and off home we went.&amp;nbsp; No point fighting the CNY crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ey4lxSufmtM/Tw-wmiX3VqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/eP7dDchi8Rw/s1600/Jan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ey4lxSufmtM/Tw-wmiX3VqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/eP7dDchi8Rw/s400/Jan1.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh a dog! I will call you Snowy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaX0BFDzbVQ/Tw-xEw4IDUI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FAtSNgUc95A/s1600/Jan1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaX0BFDzbVQ/Tw-xEw4IDUI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FAtSNgUc95A/s400/Jan1a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take picture with my new dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtai6SYyuSo/Tw-xQfAthaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jJwzv7VlclU/s1600/Jan1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtai6SYyuSo/Tw-xQfAthaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jJwzv7VlclU/s400/Jan1b.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pat pat* Good boy, Snowy!&amp;nbsp; I go off now, bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya ya that's actually&amp;nbsp;a wolf.&amp;nbsp; Don't want to get technical and confuse her!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1761601475906509198?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1761601475906509198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/filler-post-snowy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1761601475906509198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1761601475906509198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/filler-post-snowy.html' title='Filler post: Snowy'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ey4lxSufmtM/Tw-wmiX3VqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/eP7dDchi8Rw/s72-c/Jan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-189616937771821092</id><published>2012-01-09T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:40:15.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 11</title><content type='html'>We almost didn't go on this trip,&amp;nbsp;hubby wasn't keen as he had dinner appointments&amp;nbsp;on Fri and Mon.&amp;nbsp;I was though, since it's been a while since our last trip and Genting doesn't give many free stays now that hubby doesn't visit the casino much.&amp;nbsp; It was only&amp;nbsp;after checking in&amp;nbsp;that I found out (hubby knew all along)&amp;nbsp;the free room offered&amp;nbsp;was a suite!&amp;nbsp; Hello we almost threw away a stay in a suite?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern wasn't walking yet the last time we stayed&amp;nbsp;at Maxims.&amp;nbsp; Now, she absolutely enjoyed going in one door and coming out of another,&amp;nbsp;raiding the complimentary fruit basket, climbing up the steps to the jacuzzi and generally messing about with&amp;nbsp;everything.&amp;nbsp; Which means I was absolutely happy as well, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQRJ_0DUggk/TwvM7_6BKzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SjMvKXmAqNk/s1600/Jan4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQRJ_0DUggk/TwvM7_6BKzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SjMvKXmAqNk/s400/Jan4.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This room got plum for me to eat and book&amp;nbsp;to read. I like!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mt_j8uWwHDM/TwvM_zUmVhI/AAAAAAAAA4I/wCJBekEhp6A/s1600/Jan4b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mt_j8uWwHDM/TwvM_zUmVhI/AAAAAAAAA4I/wCJBekEhp6A/s400/Jan4b.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a big tub to pom-pom in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We walked around the theme park as usual.&amp;nbsp; Got balloon animals from clowns. She still doesn't like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k1KvccQDvI/TwvQg855GxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bn08Ry7BxEI/s1600/Jan4d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k1KvccQDvI/TwvQg855GxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bn08Ry7BxEI/s400/Jan4d.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope, dowan to smile with clown here. Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went on a few rides﻿.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgbfmuC6hWE/TwvO21PDXsI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/5uFvv1MXhq0/s1600/Jan4c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FgbfmuC6hWE/TwvO21PDXsI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/5uFvv1MXhq0/s400/Jan4c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me riding a big camel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what Jo Ern liked best was the playground - no music, no motors, nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipHzY82OLRA/TwvPXAjPE2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/c0Nh3mFV1t4/s1600/Jan4f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipHzY82OLRA/TwvPXAjPE2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/c0Nh3mFV1t4/s400/Jan4f.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this horse is way cooler!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNKnSAcyqoU/TwvPjPMIAvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wQVpj5UUxOw/s1600/Jan4g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNKnSAcyqoU/TwvPjPMIAvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wQVpj5UUxOw/s400/Jan4g.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slides are also very fun things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-98tI5mhPEVY/TwvPq4IPxFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Qd-c2oxavsg/s1600/Jan4h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-98tI5mhPEVY/TwvPq4IPxFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Qd-c2oxavsg/s400/Jan4h.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to my horsey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2OEU3R6m0/TwvQpJ9qN8I/AAAAAAAAA44/fymmAJIVTEQ/s1600/Jan4e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2OEU3R6m0/TwvQpJ9qN8I/AAAAAAAAA44/fymmAJIVTEQ/s400/Jan4e.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa, wanna go play some more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indoor theme park was closed but Jo Ern was happy just pressing buttons on the inactive machines and moving the joystick.&amp;nbsp; She was at it for ages and&amp;nbsp;kept wanting to climb up to&amp;nbsp;a machine&amp;nbsp;whenever we passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niI_L6f86fE/TwvQzIQvsyI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hhfPW6M8HXo/s1600/Jan4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niI_L6f86fE/TwvQzIQvsyI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hhfPW6M8HXo/s320/Jan4a.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look, Mummy! *press press* Look!!&amp;nbsp;*press press press*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could have stayed 2 nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-189616937771821092?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/189616937771821092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/genting-trip-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/189616937771821092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/189616937771821092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/genting-trip-11.html' title='Genting trip 11'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQRJ_0DUggk/TwvM7_6BKzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SjMvKXmAqNk/s72-c/Jan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1531380029831561783</id><published>2012-01-04T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:13:02.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eventful morning</title><content type='html'>Just had to blog about this morning.&amp;nbsp; Left Jo Ern asleep in the bedroom while we had breakfast downstairs.&amp;nbsp; Our main concern was&amp;nbsp;the dog who hadn't&amp;nbsp;poopoo-ed for 5 days now.&amp;nbsp; Hubby decided to try the enema again and headed for&amp;nbsp;the bedroom first... only to find Jo Ern had woken up and somehow&amp;nbsp;locked the door&amp;nbsp;from the inside!&amp;nbsp; We didn't even know she could REACH the lock!&amp;nbsp; And it's a not-easy-to-turn type, not the usual press-the-knob type.&amp;nbsp; Our keys were inside, as were the phones etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby tried to drill open the lock.&amp;nbsp; But it was&amp;nbsp;the heavy-duty type (trust hubby to be kiasu in these things, heh) and the drill bit wasn't good enough.&amp;nbsp; Luckily my spare car key is kept downstairs and hubby could drive out to buy more tools.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, tried to get Jo Ern to unlock it, but as expected she didn't know what we wanted her to do. She kept calling out "Mummy! Mummyyy! Pao-pao!'', "Kakak, kakaaak!&amp;nbsp;Open!",&amp;nbsp;Papa!&amp;nbsp;Papaaaaa!"&amp;nbsp;then started crying when nobody came to her.&amp;nbsp; Oh, my poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby came back with serious tools and worked on the lock.&amp;nbsp; Metal shards flew everywhere.&amp;nbsp; But even after breaking apart&amp;nbsp;the outside parts completely, the bolt remained stubbornly in the door frame!&amp;nbsp; Poor hubby was&amp;nbsp;drenched in sweat,&amp;nbsp;grappling with various tools as Jo Ern bawled away inside.&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;also worried she would get hurt by a flying piece of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, hubby did it.&amp;nbsp; We rushed in.&amp;nbsp; Found Jo Ern had gone to her bed to cry!&amp;nbsp; Well it was better that&amp;nbsp;she wasn't at the door.&amp;nbsp; Quickly hugged and manja-ed her and soon she was fine.&amp;nbsp; The little one spent a good half hour&amp;nbsp;in there calling and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFfYxKaAq0A/TwUpdPOuWuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZB7hffzsZjE/s1600/Jan3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFfYxKaAq0A/TwUpdPOuWuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZB7hffzsZjE/s400/Jan3.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sweaty hero and my rescued&amp;nbsp;baby (who is eating something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK now back to the problem of the dog... haha.&amp;nbsp; Shadow is a huge German Shepherd and it isn't easy inserting enemas, getting&amp;nbsp;medicine into him&amp;nbsp;or even&amp;nbsp;transporting him to to the vet.&amp;nbsp; Hubby gets to do all that while I thankfully take myself off to the office.&amp;nbsp; Phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWoriWrAKg/TwUpg-JhrzI/AAAAAAAAA34/I6S7okEr2x0/s1600/Jan3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dWoriWrAKg/TwUpg-JhrzI/AAAAAAAAA34/I6S7okEr2x0/s320/Jan3a.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now can&amp;nbsp;somebody attend to me please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1531380029831561783?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1531380029831561783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/eventful-morning.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1531380029831561783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1531380029831561783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/eventful-morning.html' title='An eventful morning'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFfYxKaAq0A/TwUpdPOuWuI/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZB7hffzsZjE/s72-c/Jan3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7535259215868206893</id><published>2012-01-04T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:13:58.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pom-pom outside</title><content type='html'>I left the office early last Friday since the system was down.&amp;nbsp; Went over to my parents' place where I found Jo Ern happily sitting in the 'pool' with Justin and Elyssa.&amp;nbsp; Really&amp;nbsp;wished I'd brought my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking&amp;nbsp;the cue, I filled her inflatable&amp;nbsp;turtle with water last weekend.&amp;nbsp;She loved it! (Added more water after these pics were taken)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDTZ_ZzvuQI/TwQHBs41aiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BEi-w99B5pE/s1600/Jan2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDTZ_ZzvuQI/TwQHBs41aiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BEi-w99B5pE/s400/Jan2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kakak! More balls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aY6ax59HHoo/TwQHjR1C-zI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nMf_ArzX6PE/s1600/Jan2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aY6ax59HHoo/TwQHjR1C-zI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nMf_ArzX6PE/s400/Jan2a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehe a pear sneaked in! Hello pear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The only problem was getting her OUT!&amp;nbsp; She absolutely refused, kicked and screamed all the way back inside, screamed while being changed and for quite some time after.&amp;nbsp; Then she kept pointing outside to where the things&amp;nbsp;were drying and saying 'ball'.&amp;nbsp; I know one tip is to agree with the kid first that she needs to stop when told to etc, but Jo Ern is still too young to understand.&amp;nbsp; Guess I will just have to expect THIS for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWoMcchgPh4/TwQHmQf4bVI/AAAAAAAAA3k/VjIID03Lktw/s1600/Jan2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWoMcchgPh4/TwQHmQf4bVI/AAAAAAAAA3k/VjIID03Lktw/s320/Jan2b.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noo! Nooooo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day she pointed outside and asked to 'pom-pom'.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7535259215868206893?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7535259215868206893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/pom-pom-outside.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7535259215868206893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7535259215868206893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2012/01/pom-pom-outside.html' title='Pom-pom outside'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDTZ_ZzvuQI/TwQHBs41aiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BEi-w99B5pE/s72-c/Jan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7536268936382759716</id><published>2011-12-31T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:17:55.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCNHkbIVLsA/Tv1oO8T2EoI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0km3QzApv0M/s1600/Blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCNHkbIVLsA/Tv1oO8T2EoI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0km3QzApv0M/s400/Blog2.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing everyone lots to eat for 2012... and lots to wear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, another year drawing to a close.&amp;nbsp; It really doesn't seem long at all that I was summing up 2010 and saying that for me, it was all about Jo Ern.&amp;nbsp; Well 2011&amp;nbsp;would have&amp;nbsp;been similar if&amp;nbsp;my company didn't&amp;nbsp;go &lt;a href="http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/sept-2011-lost-my-job.html"&gt;bust&lt;/a&gt; on me.&amp;nbsp;It's the first time I've been jobless&amp;nbsp;since entering the working world.&amp;nbsp; Luckily the job market was good and I managed to find&amp;nbsp;employment within a month.&amp;nbsp; One month out of work, two months without a&amp;nbsp;paycheque.&amp;nbsp; I was down to my final RM50!&amp;nbsp; Foremost lesson learnt is... from a financial standpoint I&amp;nbsp;need to work quite&amp;nbsp;a few more years before even thinking of retiring.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that personal blip,&amp;nbsp;the year was focused on&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern again!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need&amp;nbsp;new hobbies perhaps?&amp;nbsp; But I don't WANT any... hehe.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A quick recap: I breastfed her exclusively till 13+ months, freezer stocks were enough to last her till about 15 months and thereafter formula was slowly introduced.&amp;nbsp; Stopped pumping at 17 months in September and direct feeding at 19 months.&amp;nbsp; Over-achieved on&amp;nbsp;my initial goal of 1 year... it just happened that the environment was conducive and people around already knew what I was doing, so might as well go on a little more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I finally stopped, ahhh what freedom!&amp;nbsp; The best was freedom from the&amp;nbsp;stress of being stuck in KL city traffic jams when I'm desperately overdue for the next pumping session!&amp;nbsp; What I really question is if I can do this again for another baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new resolutions or goals for 2012,&amp;nbsp; I do feel that having Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;is completely and exactly what I want, at least&amp;nbsp;for now.&amp;nbsp; I shall&amp;nbsp;sit back and enjoy my little girl.&amp;nbsp; She always has&amp;nbsp;new tricks up her sleeve so it's not same old, same old at all.&amp;nbsp; What remains constant&amp;nbsp;is, this cutie-pie is my pride and joy.&amp;nbsp; Happy new year 2012, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwi7nuWYl5w/Tv1pdNdp9gI/AAAAAAAAA3I/RDBpr4LphFg/s1600/Blog2a-crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwi7nuWYl5w/Tv1pdNdp9gI/AAAAAAAAA3I/RDBpr4LphFg/s400/Blog2a-crop.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right, now it's time to oi-oi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7536268936382759716?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7536268936382759716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7536268936382759716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7536268936382759716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-2011.html' title='End of 2011'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCNHkbIVLsA/Tv1oO8T2EoI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0km3QzApv0M/s72-c/Blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3756982109267005917</id><published>2011-12-27T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:08:02.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New smile</title><content type='html'>So she was smiling like &lt;a href="http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-to-to.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for the camera last month.&amp;nbsp; Now she's smiling like this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXI7T3lE03o/Tvq_Z72oAYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ewe5Lin96tw/s1600/Blog1a-crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXI7T3lE03o/Tvq_Z72oAYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ewe5Lin96tw/s400/Blog1a-crop.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait, I smile nicely first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nViGCO1yWmQ/Tvq_doE6ZqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1FgBhkfu6M8/s1600/Blog1-crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nViGCO1yWmQ/Tvq_doE6ZqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/1FgBhkfu6M8/s400/Blog1-crop.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile nicely again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's an improvement! I suppose before I know it, she'll have her own Facebook page with pictures in&amp;nbsp;poses that seem strange&amp;nbsp;to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3756982109267005917?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3756982109267005917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-smile.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3756982109267005917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3756982109267005917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-smile.html' title='New smile'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXI7T3lE03o/Tvq_Z72oAYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ewe5Lin96tw/s72-c/Blog1a-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4085233779321798543</id><published>2011-12-21T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:51:58.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appetite improving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUGpsTMYqDU/TvLGa522AlI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Qc60Vz1SZ8I/s1600/Blog5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUGpsTMYqDU/TvLGa522AlI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Qc60Vz1SZ8I/s320/Blog5.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahm this big piece of chick-chick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern is getting a little greedy these days, yay!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Take out biscuits, fruit and snacks and she's there demanding 'MUM MUM!'.&amp;nbsp; If you ignore her she goes 'ARK ARK!' (her&amp;nbsp;first word for 'eat')&amp;nbsp;to reinforce her point.&amp;nbsp; The other night I was eating some dried preserved fruit when she came and demanded some.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm not letting her have such non-nutritious stuff yet so quickly kept it away.&amp;nbsp; Later I wondered how come she was so quiet - turned out she'd knocked over the container,&amp;nbsp;spilling its contents on the floor&amp;nbsp;and there she was busy stuffing the preserved fruit into her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still needs lots of distractions to eat her breakfast oats, lunch/dinner rice and to drink her twice-daily milk.&amp;nbsp; But she does ask for food even so - usually&amp;nbsp;'gee' for veggie and 'chick-chick' for chicken or anything resembling chicken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her recent visit to the paed showed her weight climbing towards average.&amp;nbsp; Hope she gets to average soon!&amp;nbsp; Lalalala.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4085233779321798543?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4085233779321798543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/appetite-improving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4085233779321798543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4085233779321798543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/appetite-improving.html' title='Appetite improving!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUGpsTMYqDU/TvLGa522AlI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Qc60Vz1SZ8I/s72-c/Blog5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4606124819934818924</id><published>2011-12-16T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:53:42.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh trip Days 2&amp;3</title><content type='html'>Woke up and had a BIG&amp;nbsp;breakfast.&amp;nbsp; :) The provided&amp;nbsp;(for 10pax) buffet&amp;nbsp;breakfast&amp;nbsp;was surprisingly good, almost at 5-star hotel standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to Seenivasagam park.&amp;nbsp; No particular&amp;nbsp;reason for choosing this park, it's just somewhere we used to go as&amp;nbsp;kids and it's somewhere our kids can play in&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp; It was rather hot, as open-air parks are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It didn't quite&amp;nbsp;live up to our memories haha.&amp;nbsp; My camera battery died so no more photos after this park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjcUepBNQso/TusPFrBw2iI/AAAAAAAAA1A/lzrbI5vhWXU/s1600/Blog+3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjcUepBNQso/TusPFrBw2iI/AAAAAAAAA1A/lzrbI5vhWXU/s400/Blog+3a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock rock rock...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zmZp61gg3Y/TusPNUvRiJI/AAAAAAAAA1I/RmK-ViNTLo0/s1600/Blog+3b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zmZp61gg3Y/TusPNUvRiJI/AAAAAAAAA1I/RmK-ViNTLo0/s400/Blog+3b.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one also can rock rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day it was off to the caves.&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;keen on the tortoise pond.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We got there and.... hey where are all the giant tortoises??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The pond used to be full of tortoises from giant to tiny!&amp;nbsp; While there are still&amp;nbsp;quite a number, it's way fewer and the largest are&amp;nbsp;only large-sized not giant-sized.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6oKJ4XzN-Y/TusPY0utUTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/I3oXBrswtGI/s1600/Blog+3c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6oKJ4XzN-Y/TusPY0utUTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/I3oXBrswtGI/s400/Blog+3c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow got so many turtle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were entertained by a psycho tortoise that chased other tortoises and very aggressively bit them on the leg and even head.&amp;nbsp; Who says tortoises are mild creatures?! (OK I keep wanting to type 'turtle' coz that's what Jo Ern calls them!&amp;nbsp; But the signboard at the temple does say 'Tortoise Pond'.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UETieKidf3E/TusSp2scMxI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Me43HRI7qpA/s1600/Blog+3f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UETieKidf3E/TusSp2scMxI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Me43HRI7qpA/s320/Blog+3f.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am psycho, yes I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_28C4826a4A/TusPnIFLtfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vs6yJSW0bdI/s1600/Blog+3d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_28C4826a4A/TusPnIFLtfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vs6yJSW0bdI/s400/Blog+3d.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK guess&amp;nbsp;Ipoh doesn't have all that much to offer!&amp;nbsp; We did eat A LOT&amp;nbsp;and enjoyed spending time together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Which is what's&amp;nbsp;important. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4606124819934818924?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4606124819934818924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/ipoh-trip-days-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4606124819934818924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4606124819934818924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/ipoh-trip-days-2.html' title='Ipoh trip Days 2&amp;3'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjcUepBNQso/TusPFrBw2iI/AAAAAAAAA1A/lzrbI5vhWXU/s72-c/Blog+3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2719040430134421287</id><published>2011-12-15T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:54:10.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we went to Ipoh for a family holiday last weekend.&amp;nbsp; Well why not?&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&amp;nbsp; Ipoh fulfils our basic criteria - not too far, not on a hill in case got landslide, it had&amp;nbsp;things to see and eat, and we found an apartment with 5 rooms.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before Ipoh though, the Sungkai hot springs!&amp;nbsp;With hubby's driving, reached there in less than 1.5 hours.&amp;nbsp; Now this wasn't bad at all.&amp;nbsp; There are multiple pools for various purposes, ranging from&amp;nbsp;swimming to&amp;nbsp;a nice&amp;nbsp;warm dip to hot enough for serious&amp;nbsp;boiling action!&amp;nbsp; The landscaping was nicely done and amenities were pretty decent.&amp;nbsp; Prices of food sold were reasonable.&amp;nbsp; It's best not to set expectations too high though... hubby's verdict of the place was 'nothing special' (I shall ask him to take me to a 'special' place one day!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Epqy8L3-ajc/TucYTDhC43I/AAAAAAAAA0A/oJk1vfjGytY/s1600/Blog+2h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Epqy8L3-ajc/TucYTDhC43I/AAAAAAAAA0A/oJk1vfjGytY/s400/Blog+2h.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello from the hot springs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRipDVPbIss/TucYhvqjg1I/AAAAAAAAA0I/IyDDCTlDzCI/s1600/Blog+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRipDVPbIss/TucYhvqjg1I/AAAAAAAAA0I/IyDDCTlDzCI/s400/Blog+2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make my egg well done, Papa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7l0BSUdIqw/TucYngVebCI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/fD1Fad0SqjQ/s1600/Blog+2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7l0BSUdIqw/TucYngVebCI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/fD1Fad0SqjQ/s400/Blog+2a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go walk-walk a bit while kakak waits for&amp;nbsp;the eggs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWZZ-8kZsz0/TucYvbotaCI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/B4x2hiTej2U/s1600/Blog+2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWZZ-8kZsz0/TucYvbotaCI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/B4x2hiTej2U/s400/Blog+2b.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoaa the water in the fountain behind me is super-hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMxHN3Eicpg/TucY1odcSJI/AAAAAAAAA0g/07ctuURn4T4/s1600/Blog+2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMxHN3Eicpg/TucY1odcSJI/AAAAAAAAA0g/07ctuURn4T4/s400/Blog+2c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh finally...&amp;nbsp;the eggs are ready! *poke poke*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the eggs. Strangely they were very hot and remained so for a VERY long time!&amp;nbsp; They were sold at RM2.50 for 5 and came with a packet of soy sauce, in a styrofoam bowl with a plastic fork.&amp;nbsp; The basket to boil them in is provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGFrIEYLlJg/TucY7j5UMOI/AAAAAAAAA0o/rb7bc9hW2aQ/s1600/Blog+2d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGFrIEYLlJg/TucY7j5UMOI/AAAAAAAAA0o/rb7bc9hW2aQ/s400/Blog+2d.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everyone thought I couldn't walk on this path!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reflexology path had some hot water piped in, not too much, just enough to heat the stones up a little.&amp;nbsp; I thought that was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5hIerWic1U/TucZAy5wTyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/273x3BZBPZc/s1600/Blog+2e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5hIerWic1U/TucZAy5wTyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/273x3BZBPZc/s400/Blog+2e.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy... I also want to dip my feet in the&amp;nbsp;water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dipped my feet in various pools.&amp;nbsp; The water was way too hot for a little girl though!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't keep my feet in for more than a few seconds&amp;nbsp;although some people did soak for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; There were a couple of pools where people went whole-body in - would have liked to try but they were rather crowded when I noticed them.&amp;nbsp; Each pool isn't big at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taMKcQ6NAxs/TucZIqPopII/AAAAAAAAA04/P7QjwH-PT2I/s1600/Blog+2g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taMKcQ6NAxs/TucZIqPopII/AAAAAAAAA04/P7QjwH-PT2I/s400/Blog+2g.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yayy I get some dipping action at last!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I liked this big hot-water pool best.&amp;nbsp; Big enough to swim in, not too hot﻿ to stay in.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn't have minded staying longer but we did have to get out for lunch.&amp;nbsp; One&amp;nbsp;feature we didn't try was the private jacuzzi at RM75 per hour.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Entrance to the hot springs is&amp;nbsp;RM12 per adult and RM10 for kids above 3.&amp;nbsp; Of course, would&amp;nbsp;have been more worth the money to stay the whole day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Sungkai town&amp;nbsp;for lunch at Choy Kee&amp;nbsp;(good food, good price) and went on to Ipoh.&amp;nbsp; Apartment was&amp;nbsp;nice at Ritz Garden, RM630 per night (recording this for myself hehe).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-2719040430134421287?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2719040430134421287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/ipoh-trip-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2719040430134421287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2719040430134421287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/ipoh-trip-day-1.html' title='Ipoh trip Day 1'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Epqy8L3-ajc/TucYTDhC43I/AAAAAAAAA0A/oJk1vfjGytY/s72-c/Blog+2h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1555361998929576994</id><published>2011-12-11T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:04:16.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itZUeFYmXZs/TuV3PcdpihI/AAAAAAAAAzg/D7otxjePiYk/s1600/Blog+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itZUeFYmXZs/TuV3PcdpihI/AAAAAAAAAzg/D7otxjePiYk/s400/Blog+1.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mess monster?&amp;nbsp; Nope, that's not ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hX-KzpjHiWE/TuV4CBRCdjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/30Uv-4xJ8cI/s1600/Blog+1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hX-KzpjHiWE/TuV4CBRCdjI/AAAAAAAAAzo/30Uv-4xJ8cI/s400/Blog+1a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did throw all these bricks onto the floor... but I help clean up k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZJ1ddp9YXs/TuV4J1w19QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/mbyZ6SYyGNE/s1600/Blog+1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZJ1ddp9YXs/TuV4J1w19QI/AAAAAAAAAzw/mbyZ6SYyGNE/s400/Blog+1b.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, I&amp;nbsp;will keep&amp;nbsp;ALL the bricks using&amp;nbsp;my brick tube&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FK6D8WlgsW4/TuV4YyBvItI/AAAAAAAAAz4/IRgy_uv3IwQ/s1600/Blog+1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FK6D8WlgsW4/TuV4YyBvItI/AAAAAAAAAz4/IRgy_uv3IwQ/s400/Blog+1c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well... since they are already on the floor... might as well kick&amp;nbsp;them around a bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern is actually rather tidy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't put something in the middle of the floor coz she will put that object back into its place.&amp;nbsp; While packing for our&amp;nbsp;recent family holiday I purposely left&amp;nbsp;my specs case&amp;nbsp;out so that I'd remember to pack my specs the next morning.&amp;nbsp; Next thing I knew, she had tucked the specs case neatly&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;bag pocket!&amp;nbsp; Then while&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;holiday some of us kicked off&amp;nbsp;our shoes round the shoe rack. She&amp;nbsp;picked them all up&amp;nbsp;and piled&amp;nbsp;them ON the rack.&amp;nbsp; I pulled over some stools from the dining table to the living room, she&amp;nbsp;pushed them&amp;nbsp;back to&amp;nbsp;the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls this one a 'kay poh chi'.&amp;nbsp; Good thing she got more of Papa's tidy genes than Mummy's UNtidy ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1555361998929576994?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1555361998929576994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/mess-monster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1555361998929576994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1555361998929576994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/mess-monster.html' title='Mess monster'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itZUeFYmXZs/TuV3PcdpihI/AAAAAAAAAzg/D7otxjePiYk/s72-c/Blog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1845379707462271487</id><published>2011-12-05T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:23:19.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First formal photoshoot</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went for a photoshoot session with my online coupon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thought it was a good deal at&amp;nbsp;RM160&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;a 2-hour&amp;nbsp;session, but there were better ones appearing later.&amp;nbsp; So how was it?&amp;nbsp; Argghhh not so good!&amp;nbsp; I'd hoped for a nice family shot or one with Jo Ern and me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I'd EXPECTED nice ones of Jo Ern by herself,&amp;nbsp;maybe a nice one&amp;nbsp;with hubby&amp;nbsp;(well&amp;nbsp;that's coz I'm the least photogenic hehe).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8hY3HIQh08/Ttx6OeRNFQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZN8PKrgg0CE/s1600/Blog+photoshoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8hY3HIQh08/Ttx6OeRNFQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZN8PKrgg0CE/s400/Blog+photoshoot.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's this?&amp;nbsp; Why do we have sit here so long?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was, Jo Ern refused to smile!&amp;nbsp; She had the same deer-in-the-headlights look for 90% of the session.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Different dresses, different props but the same facial&amp;nbsp;expression on the model!&amp;nbsp; Either she was staring&amp;nbsp;serious-faced at the photographer or totally engrossed in the prop and not looking up.&amp;nbsp; This was despite me, the maid and hubby calling out to her from behind the photographer.&amp;nbsp; I am keeping my fingers crossed that the photos taken during the&amp;nbsp;two brief&amp;nbsp;times she did smile would come out nicely.&amp;nbsp; She bawled&amp;nbsp;at one time - who knows we might pick&amp;nbsp;one of those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0J83hJVYN4/Ttx_qBQseBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ShsQqUNZNgU/s1600/Blog+photoshoot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0J83hJVYN4/Ttx_qBQseBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ShsQqUNZNgU/s400/Blog+photoshoot1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we go home now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stay for the full 2 hours&amp;nbsp;since all of us were getting tired.&amp;nbsp; After we got home,&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern was playing and laughing&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;rest of the day!!&amp;nbsp; *arrrgggh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, I should have brought out my handphone or the iPad for her to play.&amp;nbsp; She has&amp;nbsp;such a cheeky&amp;nbsp;grin&amp;nbsp;upon sighting these 'forbidden' items.&amp;nbsp; Ah well, at the very least&amp;nbsp;it was&amp;nbsp;an interesting experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1845379707462271487?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1845379707462271487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-formal-photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1845379707462271487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1845379707462271487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-formal-photoshoot.html' title='First formal photoshoot'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8hY3HIQh08/Ttx6OeRNFQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZN8PKrgg0CE/s72-c/Blog+photoshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-9127995431549081551</id><published>2011-11-29T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:39:39.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating out with Jo Ern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had&amp;nbsp;dinner at The Ship with Jo Ern recently.&amp;nbsp; From the moment we sat down, she got busy.&amp;nbsp; First she rearranged the salt and pepper pots, the plates, the cutlery.&amp;nbsp; She moved on to the vase, plucked pieces off the leaf and orchids and stuffed some into her mouth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then she wanted to climb onto the table and tried to climb onto the top of the seat.&amp;nbsp; All this activity&amp;nbsp;before even the bread rolls&amp;nbsp;arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A short pause to share my bread roll. Then she started removing her shoes, throwing them onto the floor, climbing down to the floor to retrieve them, throwing them onto the seat, climbing back onto the seat herself and putting the shoes back on.&amp;nbsp; And repeat, repeat, repeat.&amp;nbsp; Hubby asked, a little triumphantly (I've always maintained kids are not naughty until they know they're not supposed to do something and still do it.&amp;nbsp; Hubby had&amp;nbsp;thought kids are naughty if they cry a lot or didn't want to do what you want them to do...), "Now tell me if she is being naughty or what?!"&amp;nbsp; I said,"At least she's entertaining herself and not disturbing our meal!"&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern isn't too interested in eating and we can't expect her to sit quietly with her hands in her lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Erm but I agreed with hubby we should ban her from eating out with us heh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She eventually got bored of playing with her shoes and started crawling around under the table.&amp;nbsp; Then she demanded to go walk-walk.&amp;nbsp;Luckily we'd about finished eating by then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKEFeJSq2E0/TtWbpZ4VO1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/HTADgw5spCU/s1600/b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKEFeJSq2E0/TtWbpZ4VO1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/HTADgw5spCU/s400/b1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall dismantle this leaf and put the bits in my mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ9uFW2P-fc/TtWb8NzcGQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6rroqr3yFOU/s1600/b2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ9uFW2P-fc/TtWb8NzcGQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6rroqr3yFOU/s400/b2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can reach more things if I climb up onto the table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks later, we headed&amp;nbsp;to Avanti for dinner, conveniently forgetting that&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern was supposed to be&amp;nbsp;banned from such trips.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I'd called beforehand for a table and there were baby chair and kiddy setting ready.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern was delighted to have her personal&amp;nbsp;plate and cutlery,&amp;nbsp;arranging them and putting cutlery into her mouth.&amp;nbsp; The bread basket arrived almost immediately.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She had fun eating the long&amp;nbsp;breadsticks&amp;nbsp;and later with the various dips (I'd first placed them out of her reach or she'd have messed things up).&amp;nbsp; Ahh what a difference in behaviour from that at The Ship!&amp;nbsp; I do think the reason is she was kept busy with this time.&amp;nbsp; We finished the meal in peace, what bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, must think of other eating&amp;nbsp;places we can take her to!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We try not&amp;nbsp;to bring the maid when food is on the pricy side&amp;nbsp;heh.&amp;nbsp; For now I can only think of other places with bread baskets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nW0kZv8Ifg/TtWcuqlVICI/AAAAAAAAAzA/eIZk-LFzezg/s1600/b3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nW0kZv8Ifg/TtWcuqlVICI/AAAAAAAAAzA/eIZk-LFzezg/s400/b3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what's that the waiter is&amp;nbsp;bringing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCw4nZDofiE/TtWc7XOahxI/AAAAAAAAAzI/m5B7a5McuvA/s1600/b4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCw4nZDofiE/TtWc7XOahxI/AAAAAAAAAzI/m5B7a5McuvA/s400/b4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 different breads with 3 different dips. Wow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-9127995431549081551?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/9127995431549081551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/eating-out-with-jo-ern.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9127995431549081551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9127995431549081551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/eating-out-with-jo-ern.html' title='Eating out with Jo Ern'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKEFeJSq2E0/TtWbpZ4VO1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/HTADgw5spCU/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2032740321219281487</id><published>2011-11-24T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:25:32.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 'to-to'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do hope she outgrows this soon!&amp;nbsp; When she sees the camera, she gets all excited and says 'to-to'.&amp;nbsp; She sits on my lap a while to view the photos already taken.&amp;nbsp;But when I ask her to take some photos,&amp;nbsp;she goes and&amp;nbsp;smiles like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UhNiPoHdIk/Ts9A8vyI4LI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PLczecvcEgM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UhNiPoHdIk/Ts9A8vyI4LI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PLczecvcEgM/s400/1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smile nicely already,&amp;nbsp;take photo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh dear, what a dreadful smile!&amp;nbsp; We try again ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsUTIrvqfbI/Ts9BjqQRS7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/_ILSfWYH11o/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsUTIrvqfbI/Ts9BjqQRS7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/_ILSfWYH11o/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait wait I'm not ready yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfG2d5IcLAs/Ts9BMWZ02iI/AAAAAAAAAyg/rbkMgKisqVw/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfG2d5IcLAs/Ts9BMWZ02iI/AAAAAAAAAyg/rbkMgKisqVw/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK ready! Take photo now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-2032740321219281487?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2032740321219281487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-to-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2032740321219281487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2032740321219281487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-to-to.html' title='Take &apos;to-to&apos;'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UhNiPoHdIk/Ts9A8vyI4LI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PLczecvcEgM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5737759145812591282</id><published>2011-11-21T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:03:44.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want carryyyyy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The last day at Hanoi didn't really count.&amp;nbsp; Our flight was at 9am so we woke up&amp;nbsp;early, collected our packed breakfast and headed&amp;nbsp;for the airport.&amp;nbsp; Just a few more pictures of our trip.&amp;nbsp; Throughout, this Jo Ern didn't want to walk and wanted to be carried.&amp;nbsp; Especially by me.&amp;nbsp; Even when hubby was carrying her, she would stretch out her arms to me and call 'Mum-meee!'&amp;nbsp; Then when I got tired, put her down and sat&amp;nbsp;on the ground myself, she would be CLIMBING onto me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the cave with nice formations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5MrsGVXKaQ/TssH7ebMttI/AAAAAAAAAxw/llTt9284rXg/s1600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5MrsGVXKaQ/TssH7ebMttI/AAAAAAAAAxw/llTt9284rXg/s400/3a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum-meee, want carryyyy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While waiting for the small boat to take us on the Halong bay cruise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEhCrkNs55E/TssPR-k4jUI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0eN-0fISNIg/s1600/3bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEhCrkNs55E/TssPR-k4jUI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0eN-0fISNIg/s400/3bb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummyy, carryyyy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At the oyster farm gift shop:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH_9M2px6zo/TssOWWTl11I/AAAAAAAAAyA/0LPdQKfFwuw/s1600/3c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH_9M2px6zo/TssOWWTl11I/AAAAAAAAAyA/0LPdQKfFwuw/s400/3c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy carry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG9FWtCDo9g/TssOd6L_V4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/HVgBR5k3d7E/s1600/3d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG9FWtCDo9g/TssOd6L_V4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/HVgBR5k3d7E/s400/3d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want carryyy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I definitely need a rest from going on holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5737759145812591282?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5737759145812591282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/want-carryyyyy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5737759145812591282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5737759145812591282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/want-carryyyyy.html' title='Want carryyyyy....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5MrsGVXKaQ/TssH7ebMttI/AAAAAAAAAxw/llTt9284rXg/s72-c/3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-285248994523997714</id><published>2011-11-18T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:47:26.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanoi Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up and without getting out of bed, pulled back the curtains and had a lovely view of sky, sea and islands.&amp;nbsp;Ahhhh. Climbed on the top deck for a short stroll before sitting down to breakfast.&amp;nbsp; One couple was late, we didn't notice and thought there were 2 extra fried eggs, and calmly helped ourselves to 1 extra for Jo Ern.&amp;nbsp; Hehee.&amp;nbsp; Well we&amp;nbsp;didn't know they'd fried exactly 1 egg per paying passenger!&amp;nbsp; Luckily when the couple finally emerged, they didn't make a fuss&amp;nbsp;and just helped themselves to more bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After breakfast was a visit to a pearl farm. Quite informative and seeing the end-to-end process was interesting.&amp;nbsp; Of course it as pretty much an excuse to try to get some sales.&amp;nbsp; I noticed NOBODY bought anything!&amp;nbsp; And was thinking&amp;nbsp;that if this was a group of Asians, sure people would be buying this and that!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The mother-of-pearl deco and pearl jewellery didn't seem too expensive, just&amp;nbsp;that I'm not really into pearls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlkwRAxDlxA/TsYfHAMmDKI/AAAAAAAAAww/xItfW7bpK68/s1600/Blog+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlkwRAxDlxA/TsYfHAMmDKI/AAAAAAAAAww/xItfW7bpK68/s400/Blog+19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are we buying this thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsNq1OokXxc/TsYfZChRNII/AAAAAAAAAw4/uVQ3XFvvk28/s1600/Blog+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsNq1OokXxc/TsYfZChRNII/AAAAAAAAAw4/uVQ3XFvvk28/s400/Blog+20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow these are big plates. Must be for big eaters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ship for the cruise back to the mainland.&amp;nbsp; Pity we had to check out soon after the pearl farm visit, or it'd have been really nice lying in bed and enjoying the scenery.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, enjoyed the same scenery from the top deck.&amp;nbsp;Reached the mainland in time for lunch - overall the food&amp;nbsp;on this trip wasn't great.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern accepted a few spoonfuls.&amp;nbsp; Hubby said she'd be a few pounds lighter after this holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the hotel after 4 hours... a quick shower and then out to the streets for our last night in Hanoi.&amp;nbsp; We had seafood at a roadside hawker again.&amp;nbsp; This time we were more aware of what we were ordering so didn't get a surprise when the bill came!&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern... aiyo this kid. There was a small boy (belonging to the hawker) sitting on&amp;nbsp;a step&amp;nbsp;behind us&amp;nbsp;eating some bread from a bag.&amp;nbsp; He left for a while and Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;swooped in on that bag.&amp;nbsp; Hubby managed to stop her but she kept going at that bag.&amp;nbsp; Luckily a relative of that boy noticed and&amp;nbsp;pinched off some bread for her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9HTORO0HtE/TsYfuPRAhKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/bcJ1iNizFcg/s1600/Blog+21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9HTORO0HtE/TsYfuPRAhKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/bcJ1iNizFcg/s400/Blog+21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These were plain boiled, but the chilli dip was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMEcJW6AF9w/TsYf-TKhvUI/AAAAAAAAAxI/YJvrbgFTpOo/s1600/Blog+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMEcJW6AF9w/TsYf-TKhvUI/AAAAAAAAAxI/YJvrbgFTpOo/s400/Blog+22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jo Ern with her ill-gotten bread...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This bread is nice. Want some?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around after the seafood, had some more street food and shopped a bit.&amp;nbsp; Noticed that Vietnamese seem to love children.&amp;nbsp; Various vendors were interested in playing with Jo Ern!&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;happily posed with her, wanted to carry her, handed her&amp;nbsp;assorted things to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6eHX2zQtug/TsYg1Cn_BdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/C-4AQS9JGCg/s1600/Blog+23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6eHX2zQtug/TsYg1Cn_BdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/C-4AQS9JGCg/s400/Blog+23.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay Mummy is buying me this cute baby turtle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0WjH9FXPl0/TsYolBFMGTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bK52DHZhrM0/s1600/2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0WjH9FXPl0/TsYolBFMGTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bK52DHZhrM0/s400/2c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, who's this person...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed&amp;nbsp;early again.&amp;nbsp; Haha what to do, Jo Ern K.O.-ed in hubby's arms already.&amp;nbsp; This little one fusses about eating but she's hardly any trouble when it comes to sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-285248994523997714?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/285248994523997714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanoi-day-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/285248994523997714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/285248994523997714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanoi-day-3.html' title='Hanoi Day 3'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlkwRAxDlxA/TsYfHAMmDKI/AAAAAAAAAww/xItfW7bpK68/s72-c/Blog+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3571645891815680896</id><published>2011-11-16T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:18:48.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanoi Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Off to Halong Bay! We had time for the included breakfast.&amp;nbsp; (What a steal,&amp;nbsp;RM80+ a night&amp;nbsp;for a nice room and breakfast!)&amp;nbsp; Hmm most of the food items were Vietnamese and a bit strange.&amp;nbsp; But ok la, there was more than enough to eat.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern didn't eat much, the trend&amp;nbsp;for the whole duration of this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a 3-hour bus journey to Halong bay excluding the 20-min stop.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern got a bit restless, started arching her back and&amp;nbsp;demanding to 'walk-walk'. Luckily this didn't escalate into a tantrum!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;snacks I brought&amp;nbsp;helped to distract her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9SWdmTuUos/TsRzdnIXZLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/salvLA6D8fY/s1600/Blog+7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9SWdmTuUos/TsRzdnIXZLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/salvLA6D8fY/s400/Blog+7a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna sit here. Wanna go&amp;nbsp;walk-walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20-min stop was at a souvenir place.&amp;nbsp; Of course things were overpriced and I didn't bother buying any.&amp;nbsp; But there were some nice things here, like cushion covers,&amp;nbsp;that I wished I could have gotten at decent prices!&amp;nbsp; Didn't see them at normal shops later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knIwxQNmeW8/TsR1IXpOuEI/AAAAAAAAAvY/_n5bOe5PUJQ/s1600/Blog+8a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knIwxQNmeW8/TsR1IXpOuEI/AAAAAAAAAvY/_n5bOe5PUJQ/s400/Blog+8a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo what's this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-8IRVCMjXw/TsR4C_qrmJI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5x9wfRYXUYM/s1600/Blog+8b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-8IRVCMjXw/TsR4C_qrmJI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5x9wfRYXUYM/s400/Blog+8b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one I know! Kish! Ish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&amp;nbsp;Halong bay!&amp;nbsp;Was it nice?&amp;nbsp;Well, yes.&amp;nbsp;It's a little like island hopping in Krabi which we did recently, but better. There are way more islands and it is a much larger area.&amp;nbsp; Pictures don't do the place justice coz it's a different&amp;nbsp;feeling when you're SURROUNDED by beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVq7psCzg_g/TsR6QOpDcGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/SeP_hXj_NLI/s1600/Blog+18a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVq7psCzg_g/TsR6QOpDcGI/AAAAAAAAAwg/SeP_hXj_NLI/s400/Blog+18a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our ship looked like this at Halong Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Room and bathroom size were quite decent.&amp;nbsp; We got a triple room for the price of a double. Heh, travelling with a little child has its benefits!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9hqTdd5DbM/TsR4mTxnGvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/iyCnDz9LhiA/s1600/Blog+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9hqTdd5DbM/TsR4mTxnGvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/iyCnDz9LhiA/s400/Blog+10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I claim this bed for tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One problem was, it was hot as normal for&amp;nbsp;sun-kissed sea outings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The other guests had brought sunblock and beach stuff.&amp;nbsp; We,&amp;nbsp;we'd planned for cooler weather and&amp;nbsp;brought&amp;nbsp;sweaters, jeans and&amp;nbsp;long-sleeved shirts!&amp;nbsp; Haha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well I did have ONE pair of shorts, boxers for sleeping in.&amp;nbsp; No choice but to wear it out hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8QGW7rE0dI/TsR4vX2GDdI/AAAAAAAAAvw/GBhxPk0sEeg/s1600/Blog+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8QGW7rE0dI/TsR4vX2GDdI/AAAAAAAAAvw/GBhxPk0sEeg/s400/Blog+11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why Mummy wearing pyjamas outside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The cruise included a trip to Sung Sot, a cave with&amp;nbsp;nicely-lit stalactites/stalagmites﻿ and other interesting structures inside.&amp;nbsp; Quite good.&amp;nbsp; But there were 50 steps to climb to get in!&amp;nbsp; Good for me that hubby carried Jo Ern all the way phew.&amp;nbsp; I got&amp;nbsp;myself up with quite a bit of huffing, puffing and&amp;nbsp;rest stops. :)&amp;nbsp; There were lots of other groups there but Jo Ern was the only small child there. So she got lots of attention.&amp;nbsp; From one lady who went&amp;nbsp;'Ola! ola baby!' behind us for quite some time,&amp;nbsp;to another who passed by and then did a double-take when she saw Jo Ern.&amp;nbsp; Then she waved and made funny faces for quite some time too, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxOAdu0uUi4/TsSDml4m1GI/AAAAAAAAAwo/WkNPmTheYqo/s1600/Blog+18b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxOAdu0uUi4/TsSDml4m1GI/AAAAAAAAAwo/WkNPmTheYqo/s400/Blog+18b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This cave is interesting. But must&amp;nbsp;carry me, don't wanna walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eQVhd5cJvQ/TsR40juXGYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/n5h2z3VGh5A/s1600/Blog+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eQVhd5cJvQ/TsR40juXGYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/n5h2z3VGh5A/s400/Blog+13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hubby: My gym sessions are paying off!&amp;nbsp;But legs quite tired also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the cave visit was kayaking.&amp;nbsp; Now this was fun!&amp;nbsp; We should have gotten someone to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern absolutely refused to wear a life jacket though&amp;nbsp; I let her take it off as it was probably too big to be of any use anyway.&amp;nbsp; Hubby rowed from the back seat, I sat in front with Jo Ern and rowed and steered a bit.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern got over her crying&amp;nbsp;fit over the life jacket once we started rowing.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;likes water and enjoyed dabbling her hands into the water.&amp;nbsp;Again we attracted&amp;nbsp;attention - cries of&amp;nbsp;'Ooo! Look at the baby!!'.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjE1MJb_dO0/TsR46yq0oEI/AAAAAAAAAwA/VAu9hVda3M8/s1600/Blog+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjE1MJb_dO0/TsR46yq0oEI/AAAAAAAAAwA/VAu9hVda3M8/s400/Blog+14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This life jacket is ugly and it's cramping my style. Take it off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't dare stay out&amp;nbsp;long as it wasn't too safe for Jo Ern.&amp;nbsp; Especially when this little one was busy 'helping' to row, taking off her shoes and dipping them into the water, climbing up to dip her FEET into the water.&amp;nbsp; We sat back on the boat to wait for the others.&amp;nbsp; One of the vendors&amp;nbsp;gave Jo Ern a chocolate wafer (a cheapo Cloud9, but still it was a nice unexpected gift)&amp;nbsp;which she put into her mouth immediately, wrapper included.&amp;nbsp;I unwrapped it for her and she just ate and ate.&amp;nbsp; Hmm the junkier the food, the more the kid likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRyjuQKXnZg/Tsm0sw06qiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/RGJgktByJnM/s1600/Blog+15a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRyjuQKXnZg/Tsm0sw06qiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/RGJgktByJnM/s400/Blog+15a.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿This&amp;nbsp;is good food!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz later when we returned to the boat for&amp;nbsp;a buffet&amp;nbsp;dinner, she reverted to her usual 'don't-want-to-eat' self.&amp;nbsp; She kicked up a fuss in the dining room and we had to take our food outside to avoid disturbing the others.&amp;nbsp; It was nice eating out there though, to the&amp;nbsp;sound of water gently&amp;nbsp;lapping the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9C-3TMVpvU/TsR5LO7SnUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QwyzbOMIAkA/s1600/Blog+16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9C-3TMVpvU/TsR5LO7SnUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QwyzbOMIAkA/s400/Blog+16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm all full now, thank you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Spent some time on the top deck since it as still early.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was a karaoke session on.&amp;nbsp; The other guests&amp;nbsp;were all Caucasions except for 2 locals - from US, Peru, different countries in Europe.&amp;nbsp; Tourism is definitely thriving here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93mjbaOE5aM/TsR5gzvTJVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7gFvuNbUC6k/s1600/Blog+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93mjbaOE5aM/TsR5gzvTJVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7gFvuNbUC6k/s400/Blog+18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm sumbathe? But it's all dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't keep our eyes open too long and retired to bed about 9pm.&amp;nbsp; Zzzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3571645891815680896?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3571645891815680896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanoi-day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3571645891815680896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3571645891815680896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanoi-day-2.html' title='Hanoi Day 2'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9SWdmTuUos/TsRzdnIXZLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/salvLA6D8fY/s72-c/Blog+7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8691367098417797559</id><published>2011-11-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:50:23.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanoi Day 1</title><content type='html'>I wasn't really looking forward to this trip.&amp;nbsp; Firstly&amp;nbsp;I'd planned the trip too short, 4d3n but in reality only&amp;nbsp;about 3 days.&amp;nbsp; The flight to Hanoi at 6am - the only flight for the day -&amp;nbsp;meant waking up in the middle of the night.&amp;nbsp;I was nursing a stuffy nose and cough, hubby was&amp;nbsp;having toothache and Jo Ern still had a runny nose.&amp;nbsp; But tickets and hotel had been paid for&amp;nbsp;so wasn't going to waste those!&amp;nbsp; In total it was RM1055 for airtickets and RM245 for 3 nights&amp;nbsp;hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having survived the trip, overall it was quite good. :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okee... arrived at Hanoi airport after a 3-hour flight. Then it was a 1-hour wait for Jo Ern's stroller on the baggage carousel! We had almost given it up for lost since we didn't get it tagged at KL. Jo Ern entertained herself by climbing all over the luggage trolleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bjL9jT03dI/TsH-w3ADDeI/AAAAAAAAAug/VXSq8xhECWw/s1600/Blog+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bjL9jT03dI/TsH-w3ADDeI/AAAAAAAAAug/VXSq8xhECWw/s400/Blog+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing on&amp;nbsp;trolleys is fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel was Thaison Grand located in the Old Quarter.&amp;nbsp;The room&amp;nbsp;was really good, especially at that price!&amp;nbsp; There were two queen-sized beds and a fancy shower. Well except that hubby decided to forgo one night at the hotel and plonked down USD260 (the most expensive option!) for the 2d1n cruise to Halong Bay instead. *smacks head* Anyway ok la, we're probably not coming back so might as well enjoy.&amp;nbsp; We did get back USD21 rebate&amp;nbsp;for that night so loss is only about RM20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Ug32I2iReE/TsH_LRelUZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/V3n_z-_iAlo/s1600/Blog+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Ug32I2iReE/TsH_LRelUZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/V3n_z-_iAlo/s400/Blog+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I claim this bed for&amp;nbsp;tonight. Mummy can sleep with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Quarter was&amp;nbsp;full of character and noise&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;shops, hotels, food vendors everywhere.&amp;nbsp; One interesting thing was that type of shops were arranged by streets!&amp;nbsp; There was a street for buttons and zips, one for toys, one for silver cookware, a few for&amp;nbsp;shoes etc.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the street nearest our hotel housed shops&amp;nbsp;selling funeral memorial plaques hehe. Another thing was, you had to be on the right street to buy&amp;nbsp;things - I never did find&amp;nbsp;the dresses for Jo Ern that were on my shopping list.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm744u99xiA/TsIMImqgWpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Iy_NJEgoMj4/s1600/Blog+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm744u99xiA/TsIMImqgWpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Iy_NJEgoMj4/s400/Blog+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greetings from the&amp;nbsp;button street in Hanoi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The streets were narrow and we couldn't use Jo Ern's stroller.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In fact,&amp;nbsp;we couldn't even&amp;nbsp;walk in a straight line ourselves - had to curve around street vendors, parked&amp;nbsp;motorcycles, motorcycles turning onto the sidewalk to park, motorcycles backing OUT of the sidewalk to the street.&amp;nbsp; Hubby carried Jo Ern most of the time.&amp;nbsp;Partly because of that, we hardly shopped&amp;nbsp;- hubby wasn't in the mood to dally&amp;nbsp;much while lugging almost&amp;nbsp;10kg around! Ermm&amp;nbsp;more so&amp;nbsp;when the&amp;nbsp;aforementioned 10kg kept going&amp;nbsp;K.O. on us: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktDNi4gr7og/TsIPDlYHk7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/GZMYp8i1sFs/s400/Blog+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I am soooo tired.... zzzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heh, the challenges of travelling with a 1.5 year-old!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The places we've been before with her&amp;nbsp;- Genting, Singapore, Phuket - didn't offer much to see.&amp;nbsp; I did want to explore Hanoi and&amp;nbsp;waited impatiently while Jo Ern napped for hours!&amp;nbsp; Eventually woke her up so we could continue exploring.&amp;nbsp; Shared a bowl of sticky rice with various condiments - lapcheong, squid floss, poached chicken slices, chicken sausage, mince&amp;nbsp;- which came with a bowl of pickled cucumber.&amp;nbsp; It was good but hubby's temporary tooth crowns came off with the rice.&amp;nbsp; Luckily someone directed us to a&amp;nbsp;dentist.... haha now THIS visit&amp;nbsp;was not on my Hanoi itinerary!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjkVR3yq5Po/TsIhzTIlQlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/m0k9GHgAYJ8/s1600/Blog+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjkVR3yq5Po/TsIhzTIlQlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/m0k9GHgAYJ8/s400/Blog+5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dentist chairs all in a row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Problem finally fixed and we continued our exploration of the Old Quarter. We went to Hoan Kiem lake and&amp;nbsp;the water puppet theatre (didn't want to risk bringing&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;toddler&amp;nbsp;for an actual show&amp;nbsp;though).&amp;nbsp; We stopped at roadside stalls for noodles and hubby's favourite, seafood.&amp;nbsp; This meal turned out pretty expensive at RM120.&amp;nbsp; And little Miss Jo Ern had no patience with people digging into over a hundred&amp;nbsp;assorted shellfish - conch, lala, cockles, one crab.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;was playing&amp;nbsp;with the&amp;nbsp;condiments on tables, the stools,&amp;nbsp;her shoes... sigh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hubby grabbed her to keep her still and she bawled her lungs out in outrage.&amp;nbsp; Guess she was cranky from insufficient sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kSczetG5CE/TsIoA-EzCKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Re1NnhNsimg/s1600/Blog+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kSczetG5CE/TsIoA-EzCKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Re1NnhNsimg/s400/Blog+6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna go&amp;nbsp;play! Don't wanna sit here!&amp;nbsp;Wanna go&amp;nbsp;play!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Phew.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we should wait for Jo Ern to be older before we go anywhere again!&amp;nbsp; After the early start and activities for the day, we turned in early to bed.&amp;nbsp; Had to be up nice and early for our trip to Halong bay the next day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8691367098417797559?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8691367098417797559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanoi-day-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8691367098417797559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8691367098417797559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanoi-day-1.html' title='Hanoi Day 1'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bjL9jT03dI/TsH-w3ADDeI/AAAAAAAAAug/VXSq8xhECWw/s72-c/Blog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7849247723796591492</id><published>2011-11-06T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:14:32.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the doctor</title><content type='html'>Last week Jo Ern caught a bug, probably from cousin Jensen who caught it a few days before. Illnesses spread so easily between little kids. I sure hope her immunity system is stronger by the time she attends school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she had fever, diarrhoea cough and vomitted too. As usual I was debating whether to take her to the paedi. She might overcome the bug with the aid of Panadol. That would be better than taking antibiotics... I follow my mum's policy to avoid these if possible. Hubby's policy on the other hand is, "why spend days being sick and suffering? Take antibiotics la!". Heh. Finally I decided on the paedi since she did&amp;nbsp;have diarrhoea 8 times that day. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MRYcAc-mjoM/TrdZ-nk9IyI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/yOVy2d7SJeM/s1600/Canon+149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MRYcAc-mjoM/TrdZ-nk9IyI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/yOVy2d7SJeM/s400/Canon+149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops I ngg-ngggh again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paedi said to give antibiotics only if the fever remains high another day. Left with:&lt;br /&gt;1. Smecta for the intestines&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaopec for the diarrhoea&lt;br /&gt;3. Medicof for cough&lt;br /&gt;4. Zithromax (antibiotics) on kiasu hubby's request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the Panadol suspension I already had at home. Peace of mind for a RM102 bill, hehe. Now I have added&amp;nbsp;stomach&amp;nbsp;medicine to my arsenal.&amp;nbsp;Only problem was, how to feed all these meds to a little kid who didn't want any?? In total it was over 30ml of meds! (Smecta itself is 20ml water added to the powder). Sigh... slowly and painfully loh. Jo Ern was crying pitifully&amp;nbsp;and shaking, shaking her head. Every time she opened her mouth to cry I squirted some medicine in. Eventually she was crying with her mouth pursed shut. But she had to open her mouth for air and that's when she got more medicine in. What torture for the poor child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she had diarhoea 7 times but fever was spiking far less often. Now, she's almost recovered. The antibiotics weren't needed after all. She's still off her food and milk though. Hopefully she's all well by our Hanoi trip this Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfXubm2sJHw/TrdaJNzCKJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ryuTZp_OXZQ/s1600/Canon+149a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfXubm2sJHw/TrdaJNzCKJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ryuTZp_OXZQ/s400/Canon+149a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm all better now!&amp;nbsp;No, I don't need any food thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7849247723796591492?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7849247723796591492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/visit-to-doctor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7849247723796591492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7849247723796591492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/11/visit-to-doctor.html' title='Visit to the doctor'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MRYcAc-mjoM/TrdZ-nk9IyI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/yOVy2d7SJeM/s72-c/Canon+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-9051268920946060073</id><published>2011-10-31T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T01:21:03.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic word!</title><content type='html'>She is saying 'Mummy'!!!&amp;nbsp; *&lt;em&gt;yipppeeeee&lt;/em&gt;!*&amp;nbsp; I'd expected this word only later, judging from what I have heard and from when she started talking.&amp;nbsp; Then&amp;nbsp;last week she started saying&amp;nbsp;'Mum-meee'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz-Mq1y3R4c/Tq9bR07FtFI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZrM3c5cRFw8/s1600/Canon+149c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz-Mq1y3R4c/Tq9bR07FtFI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZrM3c5cRFw8/s400/Canon+149c.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go down, I say 'Dowwwnnnn'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just document briefly her verbal progress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stage 1&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; All animals are 'Dog' and all humans are 'Ah maaaaa'.&amp;nbsp; The only other word she said is 'eck eck' for dirty. This stage lasted for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stage 2&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'Papa'&amp;nbsp;emerged&amp;nbsp;for hubby, and then 'koko' for big brother and 'kak kak' for the maid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stage 3&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; All insects are 'Ant' and all other animals remain 'Dog'.&amp;nbsp; 'Nana' is for all fruits.&amp;nbsp; It's now 'Jie jie'&amp;nbsp;for big sis and 'kong' for grandfather.&amp;nbsp; If she sounds like she's about to sneeze and goes 'Ahhhhh AHHHH',&amp;nbsp;she's probably calling Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stage 4&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; All insects with wings are 'Bee', insects without wings remain 'Ant'.&amp;nbsp; 'Cat' appeared for cats.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.... Mum-meeee!&amp;nbsp; Heh heh.&amp;nbsp; The stages besides stage 1 didn't last long.&amp;nbsp; Other words she picked up along the way, from stage 2 onwards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book, up, down,&amp;nbsp;corn, tuu (shoe), pen (open), toto (take photo/camera and also turtle), out,&amp;nbsp;ta (water), baby, kish (fish), chick, cut-cut, drop, throw, war (wash), bra (brush).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is by no means an early talker but she is picking up speed!&amp;nbsp; Some words aren't clearly pronounced at all but&amp;nbsp;I am so amused at her baby voice saying the words.&amp;nbsp; And I melt&amp;nbsp;in the mornings when&amp;nbsp;she brings me my water bottle&amp;nbsp;while calling softly&amp;nbsp;'Mum-meee'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYTVTbKlSus/Tq9catRAKAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3XIVDux_n5I/s1600/Canon+149b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYTVTbKlSus/Tq9catRAKAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3XIVDux_n5I/s400/Canon+149b.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum-meee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-9051268920946060073?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/9051268920946060073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-word.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9051268920946060073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9051268920946060073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-word.html' title='The magic word!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz-Mq1y3R4c/Tq9bR07FtFI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZrM3c5cRFw8/s72-c/Canon+149c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3586981399179808090</id><published>2011-10-27T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:52:37.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Weekday Routine</title><content type='html'>Jo Ern has a pretty structured daily routine. This girl definitely likes law and order in her life.&amp;nbsp; And within these main activities, she has&amp;nbsp;her sub-routines.&amp;nbsp; Like if she goes outside to the garden, she MUST go to a particular wall,&amp;nbsp;stand with&amp;nbsp;her back to it&amp;nbsp;and give&amp;nbsp;a cheeky smile.&amp;nbsp; Slightly OCD, my little girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLt7BT9wIv4/TqZhKebI6YI/AAAAAAAAAs4/K4vpCbtBUQM/s1600/Picture+888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLt7BT9wIv4/TqZhKebI6YI/AAAAAAAAAs4/K4vpCbtBUQM/s400/Picture+888.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must stand right here for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is currently her typical weekday routine.&amp;nbsp; On weekends she doesn't go over to her grandparents' place so the routine will be slightly different.&amp;nbsp; Also we sometimes go out to the mall or for meals.&amp;nbsp; These aren't too good for her coz she will then skip naps or meals/milk feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8.00+ Wake up. If Mummy is around, play a bit. &amp;nbsp;Bring waterbottle to Mummy to drink and then drink from her own waterbottle.&amp;nbsp; Then grab doggie and pet octopus in each hand&amp;nbsp;and come for milk (yes I still breastfeed a bit... plan to stop soon!). If see only Papa, cry or play a bit depending on mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 Have a walk outside. Breakfast of oats with Marmite. Get bath from Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-10 Go over to Ah Mah and Ah Kong's house. Spend some time messing around in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 Milk and morning nap. After her milk, she will toddle to the kitchen with the bottle and place the bottle&amp;nbsp;at the sink. Then she will toddle over to the mattress. :) Naps can be long, up to 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 Lunch, normally rice with dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30 Milk and afternoon nap. Naps can again be up to 2 hours. Sometimes&amp;nbsp;she is not able to sleep. Then will&amp;nbsp;get cranky before bedtime at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6+ Quick shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-7.30 Come back to own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00 Dinner. After dinner, have fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00 Go up to bedroom. Come over to Mummy with doggie and pet octopus in each hand, and demand milk.&amp;nbsp; Use&amp;nbsp;Papa's backscratcher as a 'tongkat' and drag it around the room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 Bedtime.&amp;nbsp; Yes, she sleeps through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in between all these activities, PLAY.&amp;nbsp; Such is the life of a busy toddler. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQz2NkzTYCM/TqZiFprshxI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AE0z2yb0sWw/s1600/Canon+148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQz2NkzTYCM/TqZiFprshxI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AE0z2yb0sWw/s400/Canon+148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I play with my car first, then read this book, then play with my caterpillar, then read the other book...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3586981399179808090?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3586981399179808090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/daily-weekday-routine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3586981399179808090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3586981399179808090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/daily-weekday-routine.html' title='Daily Weekday Routine'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLt7BT9wIv4/TqZhKebI6YI/AAAAAAAAAs4/K4vpCbtBUQM/s72-c/Picture+888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4204955205822936788</id><published>2011-10-24T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T00:58:47.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Mah's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnUejS1_jQc/TqUygeT1UWI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vLjPftyX6so/s1600/Canon+147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnUejS1_jQc/TqUygeT1UWI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vLjPftyX6so/s400/Canon+147.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody sing...Happy birthday to Ah Mah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Time flies and it's Ah Mah's birthday again! As usual it is pretty impossible to get a nice photo of everyone. Either someone is moving, someone has his//her eyes closed or someone looks funny. &amp;nbsp;Baby Erin also started crying halfway through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We seem to have a new criteria for choosing a makan place now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That is, having enough space for the kids to run/toddle around in.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;is a bit of a nuisance... half-full restaurants&amp;nbsp;normally either have lousy food,&amp;nbsp;are too expensive or both!&amp;nbsp;Luckily&amp;nbsp;for this round,&amp;nbsp;my bro did manage to find a good place -&amp;nbsp;Crocodile Farm.&amp;nbsp; Food was nice enough and it wasn't TOO expensive.&amp;nbsp; Since it was barely half-full, it also fulfilled our new criteria.&amp;nbsp; The kids&amp;nbsp;sat together with the maids at the next table and we adults had peace and quiet to enjoy our meal. I liked the chilli crab with fried mantao, the egg/fake sharksfin appetiser and&amp;nbsp;black pepper ostrich best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway the best thing is having a family gathering.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, but I'm starting to like these a lot.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday to my beloved mother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4204955205822936788?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4204955205822936788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-mahs-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4204955205822936788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4204955205822936788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-mahs-birthday.html' title='Ah Mah&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnUejS1_jQc/TqUygeT1UWI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vLjPftyX6so/s72-c/Canon+147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4569611223621507591</id><published>2011-10-20T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:29:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food intake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxxi6TraDvc/Tp_Ylg4XiII/AAAAAAAAAsg/dTbRETmYj5g/s1600/Blog1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxxi6TraDvc/Tp_Ylg4XiII/AAAAAAAAAsg/dTbRETmYj5g/s400/Blog1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I caught a big prawn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcdU0V2pFk0/Tp_Y0GhW8MI/AAAAAAAAAso/c36MaaAeD4w/s1600/Blog1a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcdU0V2pFk0/Tp_Y0GhW8MI/AAAAAAAAAso/c36MaaAeD4w/s400/Blog1a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehe got prawn to eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern still doesn't eat a whole lot.&amp;nbsp; She likes biscuits but takes VERY long to finish.&amp;nbsp; Fruits are about the only thing she eats reasonably fast... but I can't fatten her up on fruits.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Overall food intake has definitely improved though.&amp;nbsp; In hindsight, it was a wrong diagnosis that period when she started rejecting her solids.&amp;nbsp; I'd been graduating her to chunkier foods at the time, and my maid said her food should be pureed again.&amp;nbsp; I think that was when she'd wanted to eat 'real' food, food that other people were eating instead of her porridge.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm then again, at that time she hardly have any teeth so how was she to eat rice and meat?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she must have books and toys to entertain her at mealtimes.&amp;nbsp; I think she knows that while eating, she is the Queen!&amp;nbsp; For me the ends still justify the means.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4569611223621507591?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4569611223621507591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/food-intake.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4569611223621507591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4569611223621507591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/food-intake.html' title='Food intake'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxxi6TraDvc/Tp_Ylg4XiII/AAAAAAAAAsg/dTbRETmYj5g/s72-c/Blog1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7534745680791226638</id><published>2011-10-12T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:58:11.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of independence</title><content type='html'>Jo Ern is asserting her preferences these days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If she wants something, she'd cry until she gets it (or is distracted).&amp;nbsp; If she doesn't want something, she'd scream and scream.&amp;nbsp; The other day she saw a piece of ginger during dinner and wanted it.&amp;nbsp; Had to&amp;nbsp;distract her with a&amp;nbsp;toy.&amp;nbsp; After a while she remembered that piece of ginger and continued to cry for it.&amp;nbsp; Had to distract her some more.&amp;nbsp; Hubby said should just give it to her, heh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting her nails is a minor ordeal now.&amp;nbsp; She would&amp;nbsp;scream loudly and wriggle throughout.&amp;nbsp; When I'm finally done,&amp;nbsp;she'd grab the nailclipper and try to do it herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wobshN6Cdis/TpQDzmc9kBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rELGkVvrSkQ/s1600/Canon+143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wobshN6Cdis/TpQDzmc9kBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rELGkVvrSkQ/s400/Canon+143.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can do this myself, Mummy no need to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRckhvjaoSU/TpQEoDC9jpI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ezE2msZYSlc/s1600/Canon+143a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRckhvjaoSU/TpQEoDC9jpI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ezE2msZYSlc/s400/Canon+143a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe the other leg would be easier. Mummy still no need to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I almost miss the days when she'd lie/sit/stand there while having things done for her!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7534745680791226638?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7534745680791226638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/beginning-of-independence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7534745680791226638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7534745680791226638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/beginning-of-independence.html' title='Beginning of independence'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wobshN6Cdis/TpQDzmc9kBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rELGkVvrSkQ/s72-c/Canon+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7442916200612250345</id><published>2011-10-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:25:17.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First maid</title><content type='html'>My&amp;nbsp;maid Lina&amp;nbsp;is working out very well indeed, call it first time lucky!&amp;nbsp; She cooks well, has her own routine of doing&amp;nbsp;housework, does additional tasks without complaining and&amp;nbsp;has genuine affection for Jo Ern.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The last means she&amp;nbsp;takes care of Jo Ern as best as she can and even&amp;nbsp;seeks her out to play&amp;nbsp;when she finishes her chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had to nip out right after lunch.&amp;nbsp; Lina was feeding Jo Ern her rice&amp;nbsp;(this takes about an hour, no kidding!).&amp;nbsp; When I came back shortly after, Lina had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Finished feeding Jo Ern &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Finished&amp;nbsp;her own lunch&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Cleaned and changed Jo Ern&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Wiped the mess Jo Ern made on the high chair and floor &lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; ... and was&amp;nbsp;washing&amp;nbsp;the dishes after setting&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern comfortably up&amp;nbsp;like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOuSC6gloCc/To0mZ0MyQqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/MhBWtJ56k_4/s1600/Canon+144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOuSC6gloCc/To0mZ0MyQqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/MhBWtJ56k_4/s400/Canon+144.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;a mat to sit on, a book to read and some toys to play with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not bad at all!&amp;nbsp; Having said that, I try NOT to leave Jo Ern alone in the house with the maid.&amp;nbsp; Hubby says you never know.&amp;nbsp; He previously had a maid who was good for a year and then disappeared one day.&amp;nbsp; If I have to be out, hubby tries to be in.&amp;nbsp; If both of us have to be out, we don't give advance notice to avoid giving Lina&amp;nbsp;a chance to 'arrange' anything... And when we come back, we&amp;nbsp;only relax upon&amp;nbsp;seeing&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern safe and sound.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&amp;nbsp; Paranoid we are when it comes to our precious little girl!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7442916200612250345?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7442916200612250345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-maid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7442916200612250345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7442916200612250345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-maid.html' title='First maid'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOuSC6gloCc/To0mZ0MyQqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/MhBWtJ56k_4/s72-c/Canon+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4291575618117618658</id><published>2011-10-05T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:44:44.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on what I have been up to.&amp;nbsp; I had&amp;nbsp;two offers&amp;nbsp;after a week of interviews&amp;nbsp;- a large global company and a small local one.&amp;nbsp; The former comes with a better package but involves regular concalls with Europe/US, thus the flexi working hours of 7am to 10pm.&amp;nbsp; Some travel throughout the year would also be necessary to Switzerland and India.&amp;nbsp; The latter offer&amp;nbsp;has the benefit of the usual 9am to 6pm.&amp;nbsp; After agonising over the choices, I decided that what I want is going home at the usual time,&amp;nbsp;EVERY day.&amp;nbsp; And if asked to leave home for a week or two, all I would be thinking&amp;nbsp;would be&amp;nbsp;getting it over and done&amp;nbsp;with.&amp;nbsp; Decided that at this stage in my life, I should&amp;nbsp;do more of the things I like and avoid those I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was to start work&amp;nbsp;3 Oct at the small local company.&amp;nbsp; Then last minute&amp;nbsp;the boss called me and said that since the project only starts later, why not I stay home with my baby an additional week and join later?&amp;nbsp; Grrr so he's already thinking of saving HIMSELF one week of my salary!&amp;nbsp; Not a good sign at all!&amp;nbsp; Some more use Jo Ern as an excuse?!&amp;nbsp; I am not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have committed to this path so&amp;nbsp;I might as well walk it a bit and see how it goes.&amp;nbsp; I have already declined further calls from headhunters and for other interviews.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And what have I been doing besides attending interviews?&amp;nbsp; I've been taking the chance to try out some of the long list of recipes on my to-do list, baked a cake and 2 types of cookies, made various types&amp;nbsp;of jelly.&amp;nbsp; My parents happened to be on holiday in Turkey so I had 1.5 weeks with Jo Ern at home.&amp;nbsp; With this little one at home, I'm definitely not too free!&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;demands&amp;nbsp;to be carrried a lot, she pats the floor asking me to sit and play with her, she plays by herself but messes things up, drops things on herself or falls down&amp;nbsp;hence crying loudly and&amp;nbsp;requiring consoling.&amp;nbsp; Of course with the maid and her around, I also had to take care of lunch and dinner as well as supervise them.&amp;nbsp; While it's been nice, the first day my parents are back, I'm packing her off for some 'me' time.&amp;nbsp; Heheheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZLz9jWpp0w/TolB5GS5t8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/UZqaYVAWoOQ/s1600/Canon+145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZLz9jWpp0w/TolB5GS5t8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/UZqaYVAWoOQ/s400/Canon+145.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I help to rearrange this cupboard ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6-axR5o2xc/To0ZnR6ihqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/4wzG2RV9o-k/s1600/Canon+145a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6-axR5o2xc/To0ZnR6ihqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/4wzG2RV9o-k/s400/Canon+145a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One, two...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4291575618117618658?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4291575618117618658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4291575618117618658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4291575618117618658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vZLz9jWpp0w/TolB5GS5t8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/UZqaYVAWoOQ/s72-c/Canon+145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8560720028660725103</id><published>2011-10-02T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:07:22.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket Days 3&amp;4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the sales presentation in the morning. Since I wasn’t THAT impressed with Phuket and Mariott in general, decided not to sign up. Had some trouble getting away from the salesguy though as he piled on the pressure. Finally extricated ourselves and the rest of the day was ours to enjoy. First item on the agenda was the swimming pool. Put Jo Ern in her first swimsuit… now, a sexy bikini is totally not my preferred choice of clothing for my little girl (now or in 18 years time!!). It was the only thing in her size and that's the only reason I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQgxlledHqU/ToRqkmvXyGI/AAAAAAAAArg/GYtTuonI6Vs/s1600/Canon+142c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQgxlledHqU/ToRqkmvXyGI/AAAAAAAAArg/GYtTuonI6Vs/s400/Canon+142c.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hmm do I look nice in this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBA890g7ikE/ToRrJIiXP5I/AAAAAAAAArk/L3CUhn8N61E/s1600/Canon+142d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBA890g7ikE/ToRrJIiXP5I/AAAAAAAAArk/L3CUhn8N61E/s400/Canon+142d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Water is fun to play with. I wanna stay here and splash!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Note parent-approved swimsuit on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68TbRoOQdus/ToRrs9-XmxI/AAAAAAAAAro/vzBU4To3VnE/s1600/Canon+142E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68TbRoOQdus/ToRrs9-XmxI/AAAAAAAAAro/vzBU4To3VnE/s400/Canon+142E.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like Dickson kor-kor coz he plays with me and gives me food! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at the club coffee house – nothing great. Jo Ern hardly touched my fried rice nor hubby’s stir-fried soft shell crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner SIL wanted a good meal, so we went over to the Mariott hotel. Hmm there was Japanese, Italian, Western… what about Thai food?? Settled for Andaman Grill which was pricy and not great. This is our first time bringing Jo Ern for fine dining. It was NOT a good idea. She was famished and ate lots of the complimentary bread. The main course took time to arrive. She was cranky before half the meal was over. Luckily our waitress was quite taken with her, gave her crayons, coloured something for her and carried her off a while. Later she told me, ‘she’s so lovely!’. I absolutely agree, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed our complimentary buffet breakfast, then it was back to the villa to pack up. We left our luggage at the storage room and took the shuttle bus to the beach. Gosh it was super windy and the waves were the highest I’ve ever seen on a beach. Suffice to say Jo Ern didn’t enjoy her first visit to a beach at all. I put her down to walk on the sand and she just wanted to be carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9LQIHwvpco/ToRsS7Bi1DI/AAAAAAAAArs/FxJoHLcDuzE/s1600/Canon+142F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9LQIHwvpco/ToRsS7Bi1DI/AAAAAAAAArs/FxJoHLcDuzE/s400/Canon+142F.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Hello from a very wind-blown family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbBk7b_M-NA/ToRs_L3hVCI/AAAAAAAAArw/n_yCMRWF4oM/s1600/Canon+142g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbBk7b_M-NA/ToRs_L3hVCI/AAAAAAAAArw/n_yCMRWF4oM/s400/Canon+142g.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t like this wind, don’t like!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short time at the beach, went over to the hotel. Now I actually preferred this over the vacation club. That is, judging from the pools and landscaping since I didn’t have access to an actual hotel room. Put Jo Ern down to play with water and she didn’t want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXxZLgMoHEc/ToRt0Kizt5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/OLbiURY1dN4/s1600/Canon+142h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXxZLgMoHEc/ToRt0Kizt5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/OLbiURY1dN4/s400/Canon+142h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Playing with water is fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaQ89WXuygY/ToRuaBtWSsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0NbumQAK_ao/s1600/Canon+142i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaQ89WXuygY/ToRuaBtWSsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0NbumQAK_ao/s400/Canon+142i.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Want to go back and play with water, wahhh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMFGfEqqoVM/ToRyvaw5Y0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/A7tayND0YeA/s1600/Canon+142j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMFGfEqqoVM/ToRyvaw5Y0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/A7tayND0YeA/s400/Canon+142j.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehe I get to play with water again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Coffee Club again for lunch. Oh Jo Ern had such a screaming fit. The other patrons were staring but I couldn’t do anything to stop the screaming. After a while sis-in-law took her for a walk. Luckily she came back in a better mood and had some of my (yummy) pesto chicken pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was back to the vacation club for a shower and airport transfer. This time, the flight attendant asked whether I needed an infant seat belt. Well I managed once without, declined this time. Jo Ern had an even worse screaming fit during this flight, sigh. She wanted to wear her shoes herself, screamed when I corrected the sides, screamed when I forcibly put on the shoes, screamed when I took the shoes away, screamed and screamed. Sigh. I guess she was just very tired this day as she missed both her morning and afternoon naps. It’s part and parcel of travelling as it isn’t always possible to stick to routines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing was the LCCT parking wasn’t too expensive. I think we’ll drive next time too – now that taxi rates have gone up, the cost of driving is actually comparable and it’s so much more convenient. We have parked illegally before at the road side, but that was my old Wira.&amp;nbsp; Don't want to risk my new car getting stolen or towed away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, rather tired after this trip. Sis-in-law Winnie and nephew Dickson were good to have along as additional babysitters for Jo Ern! We have another trip to Hanoi soon, just the three of us. Hope that goes ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8560720028660725103?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8560720028660725103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/phuket-days-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8560720028660725103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8560720028660725103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/10/phuket-days-3.html' title='Phuket Days 3&amp;4'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQgxlledHqU/ToRqkmvXyGI/AAAAAAAAArg/GYtTuonI6Vs/s72-c/Canon+142c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4287731717077821191</id><published>2011-09-29T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:08:06.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket Days 1&amp;2</title><content type='html'>We’re back from Phuket! Accommodation was at the vacation club purpose-built to attract members into the Mariott programme. Overall it was a good holiday though not 100% a&amp;nbsp;relaxing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove and parked at the LCCT. This was Jo Ern’s first flight and she was as good as gold! She ‘read’ the magazines provided for ages, ate some snacks and played a bit. I expected to get an infant seat belt but nobody offered me any. Heh.&amp;nbsp; The seat beside me was empty and I plonked Jo Ern there and fastened the normal seat-belt for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wB1JuDAE_x8/ToRbj9VjLRI/AAAAAAAAArI/f1GrrY-0qPI/s1600/Canon+142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wB1JuDAE_x8/ToRbj9VjLRI/AAAAAAAAArI/f1GrrY-0qPI/s400/Canon+142.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mummy, can I order something from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Arriving at Phuket airport,&amp;nbsp;we were met by the Mariott people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to see a child car-seat in the van provided.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At check-in, we had a welcome drink and&amp;nbsp;the one for Jo Ern was in a plastic mug.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was given a balloon flower to play with too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Small touches but very nice indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBumqzxtAsU/ToRdebYDU_I/AAAAAAAAArM/iRdcNOpKC98/s1600/Canon+142a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBumqzxtAsU/ToRdebYDU_I/AAAAAAAAArM/iRdcNOpKC98/s400/Canon+142a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hello from our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The villa was big and luxuriously furnished. We didn’t do much on the first day, just walked to Turtle Village for dinner at the Coffee Club. The Turtle mart was ridiculously expensive, which was too bad as we would have bought lots of stuff otherwise. Haribo sweets cost B130 here – the next day we found it at just B76 at a local supermarket&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdntXR6nRh0/ToRfzvQaKyI/AAAAAAAAArc/nuNS1OaHtRc/s1600/Canon+142k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdntXR6nRh0/ToRfzvQaKyI/AAAAAAAAArc/nuNS1OaHtRc/s400/Canon+142k.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yay koo-koo giving me Milo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;/span&gt;an I have this instead of my normal milk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Rented a car for B1200 and off to Phuket proper! Mariott is pretty far from civilisation, about an hour away. It was too hot for walking around so we spent time at the Jungceylon shopping mall. Jo Ern was in her stroller and surprised us by pointing to the floor and saying “walk-walk!” Well it sounds more like ‘Wo-walk! Wo-walk!’… but it’s clear enough. Loved hearing her say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjPTWJGY0GQ/ToReJp3CoDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/h6l1_GfaFj0/s1600/Canon+142b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjPTWJGY0GQ/ToReJp3CoDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/h6l1_GfaFj0/s400/Canon+142b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strollers are for babies! I want to go and check out whatever I like&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had McDonalds for lunch. Later we saw a signboard for a food court at the basement. Ah well, pork burgers were on my to-do list (they weren’t too impressive actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove around a bit more and then spent time locating the weekend market. Now, this was worth the hunt. It’s no way as large as Bangkok’s Chatuchak market but there were plenty of stalls and what I liked best - street food! We sat down for porkball soup, and again for grilled squid, pork knuckles, steamed crab and beer. Then tapau-ed various items for dinner and were almost done when heavy rain pelted down. That was it, called it a day with our loot of mainly food and a few non-food items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up,&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern's first swimsuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4287731717077821191?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4287731717077821191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/phuket-day-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4287731717077821191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4287731717077821191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/phuket-day-1.html' title='Phuket Days 1&amp;2'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wB1JuDAE_x8/ToRbj9VjLRI/AAAAAAAAArI/f1GrrY-0qPI/s72-c/Canon+142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2939637736091955914</id><published>2011-09-19T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:26:00.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 10</title><content type='html'>Went for a short&amp;nbsp;trip to Genting last weekend.&amp;nbsp; There was supposed to be a&amp;nbsp;Korean concert which got cancelled, so only took advantage of&amp;nbsp;the free room (how&amp;nbsp;pampered we are is, sometimes we don't even utilise&amp;nbsp;free rooms and just let them lapse&amp;nbsp;heh).&amp;nbsp; This time I finally succumbed to the inviting freshly-fried banana fritters at First World!&amp;nbsp; I have always gazed longingly at these every time I passed by.&amp;nbsp; These were GOOD... which is unfortunate coz how am I going to resist them next time??&amp;nbsp; Haha.&amp;nbsp; Worse, they're sold in&amp;nbsp;a bag of 5... bad, bad!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hubby doesn't care for them and Jo Ern eats very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWDalhV2i_g/TncKJgV_VuI/AAAAAAAAArE/DmyaPppmcn4/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWDalhV2i_g/TncKJgV_VuI/AAAAAAAAArE/DmyaPppmcn4/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy fried bananas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Jo Ern walked up and down the hotel spaces&amp;nbsp;for ages.&amp;nbsp; Even hubby and I were rather tired.&amp;nbsp; Funny Jo Ern was fine - her little legs move so fast that she's practically half-running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Up-uVThyGsc/Tnb8xoZpwJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/D3Enl_pcdOQ/s1600/IMG_0129a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Up-uVThyGsc/Tnb8xoZpwJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/D3Enl_pcdOQ/s400/IMG_0129a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once Papa puts me down, I shall walk some more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed Jo Ern knows how to use lifts!&amp;nbsp; When the&amp;nbsp;doors open, she would toddle-run in, go to the side and then stay motionless.&amp;nbsp; When the doors re-open, off she'd toddle-run out again!&amp;nbsp; Of course she'd have no idea if that was the correct floor, heh.&amp;nbsp; At least she has the concept correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRYupeh4BWo/Tnb9XNgsikI/AAAAAAAAArA/eCGL2bAAdC0/s1600/IMG_0138a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRYupeh4BWo/Tnb9XNgsikI/AAAAAAAAArA/eCGL2bAAdC0/s400/IMG_0138a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must stay here until the doors open again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had a breakfast buffet on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Unexpectedly, SIL later&amp;nbsp;called to invite us for high tea buffet at the Legend hotel.&amp;nbsp; Two buffets in one day - strongly not recommended!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't do the high tea one&amp;nbsp;enough justice.&amp;nbsp; Hubby didn't eat much which I think defeats the purpose of going for a buffet. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a personal side, I have&amp;nbsp;4 interviews scheduled for this week at last count.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being on best behaviour, fielding tough questions, listing out strengths and weaknesses...&amp;nbsp;so stressful, sigh.&amp;nbsp; Luckily things are happening fast.&amp;nbsp; Finding another job should still take time since most companies&amp;nbsp;have at least two rounds of&amp;nbsp;interviews.&amp;nbsp; Ah well, gotta&amp;nbsp;soldier on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-2939637736091955914?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2939637736091955914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/genting-trip-10.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2939637736091955914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2939637736091955914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/genting-trip-10.html' title='Genting trip 10'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWDalhV2i_g/TncKJgV_VuI/AAAAAAAAArE/DmyaPppmcn4/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6985988429385132092</id><published>2011-09-13T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:52:56.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept 2011 - Lost my job</title><content type='html'>I have been going through a dramatic couple of days which I might as well document here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My managing director emailed all staff that the company is ceasing operations with immediate effect and we needn't report for work on Monday.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the company had insufficient cash to continue.&amp;nbsp; We were told to request building management to enter the office to clear our personal belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&amp;nbsp; All staff made their way to the office only to find it sealed.&amp;nbsp; Entry was strictly prohibited.&amp;nbsp; We learnt that the&amp;nbsp;MD had already fled the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The managers had contacted a potential investor the night before and we all waited for them to fly over.&amp;nbsp; Eventually they arrived and talked about their offer and conditions.&amp;nbsp; Basically the deal hinges on whether our clients are willing to go with the new company.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The decision should be coming in today, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, headhunters and potential employers have been calling non-stop.&amp;nbsp; This is very exciting&amp;nbsp;yet tiring.&amp;nbsp; As a group we have been contacting the labour department, police, lawyers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm jobless and still in shock over what has happened.  I've been with this company for over 5 years and didn't see this coming.&amp;nbsp; My biggest regret is accumulating 18 days of annual leave.&amp;nbsp; I'd planned to use those later this year&amp;nbsp;but now they're gone with the wind.&amp;nbsp; My biggest relief is, I happened to have brought home the laptop containing photos of Jo Ern!&amp;nbsp; YAY!&amp;nbsp; I had been transferring&amp;nbsp;them directly from the camera and have NOT made any backups.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Would have been inconsolable if I'd lost photos of the first 1.5 years of my little one.&amp;nbsp; Phewww.&amp;nbsp; Life is.... not so bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq0j4dF5BUg/Tm8Khl0sT3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/QXFfd8jeunc/s1600/blogpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq0j4dF5BUg/Tm8Khl0sT3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/QXFfd8jeunc/s400/blogpic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy seems fine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-6985988429385132092?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/6985988429385132092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/sept-2011-lost-my-job.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6985988429385132092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6985988429385132092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/sept-2011-lost-my-job.html' title='Sept 2011 - Lost my job'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq0j4dF5BUg/Tm8Khl0sT3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/QXFfd8jeunc/s72-c/blogpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5952687675481786028</id><published>2011-09-09T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:35:26.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not toys</title><content type='html'>I received&amp;nbsp;a shipment of toys and shall perform the opening ceremony this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully Jo Ern likes them better than her recent 'toys':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pot to cook&amp;nbsp;for the dog - take out cover and place here and there, then put back on the pot.&amp;nbsp; Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsKYd1QIvac/TmnZ6_S23gI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hniZvgXpj1o/s1600/Canon+141a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsKYd1QIvac/TmnZ6_S23gI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hniZvgXpj1o/s400/Canon+141a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This cover must be&amp;nbsp;put here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Basket - sit inside.&amp;nbsp;With a biscuit is a nice option. Otherwise, just sitting will do while fending off other small&amp;nbsp;people who also want to sit inside.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DMjyZhomLo/TmnZ9Kcov1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/Cu9NTc2i764/s1600/Canon+141b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DMjyZhomLo/TmnZ9Kcov1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/Cu9NTc2i764/s400/Canon+141b.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a good place to sit!&amp;nbsp; Who says it's not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Hubby's underwear - attempt to wear it.&amp;nbsp; Or carry and wave it around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUrNSRm9oPM/TmnZ4SjrkAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Wgr2zE0ovNY/s1600/Canon+141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUrNSRm9oPM/TmnZ4SjrkAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Wgr2zE0ovNY/s320/Canon+141.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait ah, I almost have the hang of this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; This one is a perennial favourite: Cupboards with lots of things inside - take something out, examine it&amp;nbsp;and put it&amp;nbsp;on the floor. Repeat with a random other thing until an adult comes to&amp;nbsp;stop play.&amp;nbsp; If no adult comes after some time, move on to another cupboard and repeat the&amp;nbsp;process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-ORYtxQ3hA/TmnaXgHzz_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/JEeBVKSKddM/s1600/Canon+141d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-ORYtxQ3hA/TmnaXgHzz_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/JEeBVKSKddM/s400/Canon+141d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't disturb me ok, I'm a bit busy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5952687675481786028?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5952687675481786028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-toys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5952687675481786028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5952687675481786028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-toys.html' title='Not toys'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsKYd1QIvac/TmnZ6_S23gI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hniZvgXpj1o/s72-c/Canon+141a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2046982247463481053</id><published>2011-09-07T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:35:18.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya break</title><content type='html'>We escaped the traffic jams by not&amp;nbsp;venturing out of town.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; And capitalised on the relatively-empty streets and shopping malls!&amp;nbsp; Some activities&amp;nbsp;we did:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to Midvalley Megamall, which we seldom do coz the crowds are a bit too much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This trip didn't start off well.&amp;nbsp; We forgot Jo Ern's stroller and Megamall surprisingly didn't have any strollers or stroller-like vehicles for rent or FOC.&amp;nbsp; I've seen a car-like thing at 1U and expected&amp;nbsp;something like that here.&amp;nbsp; Then Jusco and other shops were closed for Raya.&amp;nbsp; Luckily most&amp;nbsp;did open at mid-day, just nice&amp;nbsp;after our yummy early lunch at&amp;nbsp;Fong Lye.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Overall a&amp;nbsp;fruitful visit:&amp;nbsp;Swim goggles for me, L'occitane mosquito repellant for Jo Ern, slippers for hubby, Rex&amp;nbsp;curry chicken from Carrefour (this brand is v hard to find).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern was ok with the combination of walking and being carried around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFLcAS9wkG8/Tmceu0ynkeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IPDH27yDPLw/s1600/Canon+140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFLcAS9wkG8/Tmceu0ynkeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IPDH27yDPLw/s400/Canon+140.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vitagen for me!&amp;nbsp;Grape flavour is still the best&amp;nbsp;though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uctJReK3GY/TmcexvrJR0I/AAAAAAAAAqM/ar8wqYciFrs/s1600/Canon+140a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uctJReK3GY/TmcexvrJR0I/AAAAAAAAAqM/ar8wqYciFrs/s400/Canon+140a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, you love me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2) Had a Raya lunch at the factory of hubby's friend.&amp;nbsp; It's our third year&amp;nbsp;there, becoming a tradition&amp;nbsp;already!&amp;nbsp; His&amp;nbsp;Bangladeshi employees cook up beef and lamb curry with a Briyani-like rice, yummy.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern surprisingly liked everything.&amp;nbsp; She also&amp;nbsp;had a blast sitting&amp;nbsp;and walking on&amp;nbsp;the chair samples in the office.&amp;nbsp; It was rather dark outside the office&amp;nbsp;itself&amp;nbsp;so didn't take&amp;nbsp;many pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByN5_reYJTE/Tmce0WqxWAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Cwv1TJszxxY/s1600/Canon+140b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByN5_reYJTE/Tmce0WqxWAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Cwv1TJszxxY/s400/Canon+140b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tested lots of Uncle Michi's stock today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Used my coupon&amp;nbsp;for the Eyuzu Japanese buffet at Eastin.&amp;nbsp;I love bringing Jo Ern for buffets coz she likes variety and I don't have to pay for her, heh heh.&amp;nbsp; First pic, under Mummy's care:&amp;nbsp; Sitting on the high chair with a comb as a toy.&amp;nbsp; She's into 'combing' hair at the moment - for herself and for others, using&amp;nbsp;the correct end of the comb or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNIvC7L5trU/Tmce326BCBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6Z3v3QdGpZA/s1600/Canon+140c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNIvC7L5trU/Tmce326BCBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6Z3v3QdGpZA/s400/Canon+140c.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First pic, under Mummy's care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So eventually Mummy goes off to collect more food and queue for fresh tempura prawn.&amp;nbsp; Came back and found hubby comfortably reading the newspaper.&amp;nbsp; Whilst Jo Ern had climbed onto the high-chair tray and was happily sitting there eating from&amp;nbsp;the main table.&amp;nbsp; *faint*&amp;nbsp; Luckily that high-chair was a sturdy one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG9e0dziPPc/Tmce541L_tI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-qCYVTTBkOM/s1600/Canon+140e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OG9e0dziPPc/Tmce541L_tI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-qCYVTTBkOM/s400/Canon+140e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Second pic, under Papa's care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-No_9fy5ReaM/TmcniIP7b0I/AAAAAAAAAqc/85GSIVlYAP8/s1600/Canon+140d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-No_9fy5ReaM/TmcniIP7b0I/AAAAAAAAAqc/85GSIVlYAP8/s400/Canon+140d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Side view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-2046982247463481053?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2046982247463481053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-break.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2046982247463481053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2046982247463481053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-break.html' title='Raya break'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFLcAS9wkG8/Tmceu0ynkeI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IPDH27yDPLw/s72-c/Canon+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3559182005144623635</id><published>2011-09-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:25:49.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's lil helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ6CS14yUs8/TmCS5SZQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/BNI3Md3r3Bc/s1600/Canon+139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ6CS14yUs8/TmCS5SZQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/BNI3Md3r3Bc/s400/Canon+139.JPG" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I help Papa carry this big&amp;nbsp;bag of roast pork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we go to the nearby small market, hubby would let Jo Ern carry something. Hmm if your kid helps you carry things but you have to carry her, does that actually help at all?&amp;nbsp; Hehe. I thought&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern looked&amp;nbsp;cute swinging a plastic bag around and managed to snap a photo last weekend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;first attempt the previous week was met with an&amp;nbsp;irritated face from hubby who doesn't like going to the market, what more have people snapping photo of him having to go to the market...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaU8bxe8w2c/TmCS8PRs1wI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jAX1wN97o28/s1600/Canon+139a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaU8bxe8w2c/TmCS8PRs1wI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jAX1wN97o28/s400/Canon+139a.jpg" width="300" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I help Papa carry these DVDs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby: Shoo! Go away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3559182005144623635?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3559182005144623635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/papas-lil-helper.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3559182005144623635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3559182005144623635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/09/papas-lil-helper.html' title='Papa&apos;s lil helper'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ6CS14yUs8/TmCS5SZQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/BNI3Md3r3Bc/s72-c/Canon+139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7816757284347550524</id><published>2011-08-29T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:42:19.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hubby wasn't working, so I thought it would be a good day to check out the newly-opened Jusco at 1U. And also the Secret Garden. We got there nice and early. Then I realised I'd forgotten to bring Jo Ern's shoes. *smacks head*&amp;nbsp; Well it's just a visit to a mall, no point wasting money buying yet another pair of shoes right? Then Jo Ern wanted to get down to walk and cried so pitifully that... oh well, what's a few ringgit for a smile on the little one's face eh? (Note to self: Must stop forgetting to bring her shoes!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHqVDL_pus8/Tlta1e-QYEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Rbr7lXZ8_xg/s1600/Canon+138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHqVDL_pus8/Tlta1e-QYEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Rbr7lXZ8_xg/s400/Canon+138.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow new shoes for me AGAIN?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Turns out the old wing of 1U isn't completely done, although Jusco is.&amp;nbsp; Hmm... doesn't seem to be all&amp;nbsp;that many changes for the RM55million spent!&amp;nbsp; Still, nice to have it open again.&amp;nbsp;We adjourned to BBQ Plaza, our usual lunch venue,&amp;nbsp;where hubby had a&amp;nbsp;new note to self:&amp;nbsp; Don't bring Jo Ern to places where eating takes a long time.&amp;nbsp; The little one was sleepy and thus super-cranky.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Grilling/boiling our food does take a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully Jo Ern fell asleep after lunch and we could walk around in peace.&amp;nbsp; And finally, we found the Secret Garden!&amp;nbsp; It's pretty nice, and free.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I'd definitely be&amp;nbsp;returning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vg5aeAywXbY/TltauadfpKI/AAAAAAAAApw/rPgMZBa8XUY/s1600/Canon+138a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vg5aeAywXbY/TltauadfpKI/AAAAAAAAApw/rPgMZBa8XUY/s400/Canon+138a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we pluck these long beans?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJRaMVvuFWg/Tltaw0alWCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xvIhCIdrvcY/s1600/Canon+138b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJRaMVvuFWg/Tltaw0alWCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xvIhCIdrvcY/s400/Canon+138b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk-a-walk-a-walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went home after 1U, hubby was dead tired from our hours at the mall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And he's the one who's a gym regular&amp;nbsp;while I haven't&amp;nbsp;even gone swimming since Jo Ern was born.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How come I felt perfectly&amp;nbsp;fine?&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hubby dragged himself up to drive us&amp;nbsp;for dinner at The Ship.&amp;nbsp; Good thing Jo Ern was fed beforehand coz she only wanted the small&amp;nbsp;corn on the cob that came with my chicken.&amp;nbsp; Err... actually she wouldn't let go of this corn at all.&amp;nbsp; When hubby took it from her by force, she screamed and cried half the way back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haha... all in all, it was a good day!&amp;nbsp; I do love having a little girl.&amp;nbsp; Lalalaalaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pW5toXuczwc/TltazB9wq5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/7E5RYvgiv4c/s1600/Canon+138c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pW5toXuczwc/TltazB9wq5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/7E5RYvgiv4c/s400/Canon+138c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like like like&amp;nbsp;this corn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7816757284347550524?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7816757284347550524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-saturday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7816757284347550524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7816757284347550524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-saturday.html' title='Our Saturday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHqVDL_pus8/Tlta1e-QYEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Rbr7lXZ8_xg/s72-c/Canon+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7890092150679060389</id><published>2011-08-22T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:53:18.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Kong's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N68u2LXo_2Y/TlIiII8WqxI/AAAAAAAAApk/IXci0B00ALU/s1600/Canon+136b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N68u2LXo_2Y/TlIiII8WqxI/AAAAAAAAApk/IXci0B00ALU/s400/Canon+136b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to Ah Kong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1z5uP7X_2v0/TlIiKdvitpI/AAAAAAAAApo/0Bgy1c15Anc/s1600/Canon+136a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1z5uP7X_2v0/TlIiKdvitpI/AAAAAAAAApo/0Bgy1c15Anc/s400/Canon+136a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to Ah Kong again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We celebrated my father's birthday last weekend.&amp;nbsp; He had two cakes - the first on the actual day and the second on the next.&amp;nbsp; Somehow my sis was not invited for the first cake, heh.&amp;nbsp; It was tiramisu and none of the kids liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner was at Nonya Imperial in Puchong. Food was all right and the price was reasonable. The main reason we went was to have a look at my SIL's new Math Monkey centre. Now THAT was&amp;nbsp;nice. We could take off our shoes and the kids had fun messing around&amp;nbsp;with the learning equipment. We adjourned there for cake after dinner.&amp;nbsp; Post another pic from there since my bro keeps asking us to promote the centre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Rwi5FlZI7c/TlIlFlcfTtI/AAAAAAAAAps/1wSiKgQWYR4/s1600/Canon+136c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Rwi5FlZI7c/TlIlFlcfTtI/AAAAAAAAAps/1wSiKgQWYR4/s400/Canon+136c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Looking back at my father's &lt;a href="http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-kongs-birthday.html"&gt;birthday last year&lt;/a&gt;, the kiddies have grown a lot and there's a new addition.&amp;nbsp; And hopefully the adults haven't aged at all!&amp;nbsp; Here's to many, many more happy birthdays to my father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7890092150679060389?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7890092150679060389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/ah-kongs-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7890092150679060389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7890092150679060389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/ah-kongs-birthday.html' title='Ah Kong&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N68u2LXo_2Y/TlIiII8WqxI/AAAAAAAAApk/IXci0B00ALU/s72-c/Canon+136b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8763746644492285340</id><published>2011-08-19T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:25:31.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing pays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTIDEazTW_A/Tk4RTOHWiNI/AAAAAAAAApE/18VDybIMqfw/s1600/Canon+133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTIDEazTW_A/Tk4RTOHWiNI/AAAAAAAAApE/18VDybIMqfw/s400/Canon+133.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall&amp;nbsp;climb this chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S18cRajIDNI/Tk4Rex2PeOI/AAAAAAAAApI/uHzybMnbgLY/s1600/Canon+133a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S18cRajIDNI/Tk4Rex2PeOI/AAAAAAAAApI/uHzybMnbgLY/s400/Canon+133a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huff huff. Wonder what I'd find at the top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zS5FJ540ElY/Tk4RiWdUIXI/AAAAAAAAApM/znAYFg-3uKM/s1600/Canon+133b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zS5FJ540ElY/Tk4RiWdUIXI/AAAAAAAAApM/znAYFg-3uKM/s400/Canon+133b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huff puff.&amp;nbsp; This is hard work for a little girl like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StxT0lr7J-c/Tk4RmG4LbzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/XFGg6g3aSEQ/s1600/Canon+133c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StxT0lr7J-c/Tk4RmG4LbzI/AAAAAAAAApQ/XFGg6g3aSEQ/s400/Canon+133c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what have we here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msVrKPMXOx4/Tk4Rp_stK2I/AAAAAAAAApU/I80cXc65Lgo/s1600/Canon+133d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msVrKPMXOx4/Tk4Rp_stK2I/AAAAAAAAApU/I80cXc65Lgo/s400/Canon+133d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apples, mummy, APPLES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PovJ99YwqiY/Tk4RyBtPZSI/AAAAAAAAApc/bBytKNubtas/s1600/Canon+133g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PovJ99YwqiY/Tk4RyBtPZSI/AAAAAAAAApc/bBytKNubtas/s400/Canon+133g.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard work pays... you climb more you get more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2xWgheVDPg/Tk4R1rEpKzI/AAAAAAAAApg/Md107k3c12Q/s1600/Canon+133h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2xWgheVDPg/Tk4R1rEpKzI/AAAAAAAAApg/Md107k3c12Q/s400/Canon+133h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough of&amp;nbsp;philosophy... *Grab*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... no reason for this post except an excuse to showcase photos.&amp;nbsp; My intention&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;this blog&amp;nbsp;is primarily as a record of my precious girl growing up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As long as I keep posting with photos and some commentary, it would already be better than a traditional photo album.&amp;nbsp; I already enjoy looking back at old entries and seeing a younger Jo Ern!&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8763746644492285340?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8763746644492285340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/climbing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8763746644492285340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8763746644492285340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/climbing.html' title='Climbing pays'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTIDEazTW_A/Tk4RTOHWiNI/AAAAAAAAApE/18VDybIMqfw/s72-c/Canon+133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2944671818080323286</id><published>2011-08-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:20:08.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 9 - durians</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 months since our last trip&amp;nbsp;to Genting... quite long by our standards! We had&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;attractions this time: a durian buffet and a concert.&amp;nbsp; I only realised halfway&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I'd had left Jo Ern's shoes at home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Resolved to&amp;nbsp;buy a pair at&amp;nbsp;Genting, never mind if a bit expensive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Checked in first, freshened up, came out of the bathroom to see this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWP_FYf4R4Y/Tkoq-TAEZOI/AAAAAAAAAog/mdOybpwbUtk/s1600/Canon+134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWP_FYf4R4Y/Tkoq-TAEZOI/AAAAAAAAAog/mdOybpwbUtk/s400/Canon+134.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shoes are not here!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I can borrow Mummy's shoes?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ok ok MUST go and buy shoes&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;this new toddler!&amp;nbsp; (BTW my sandals are not&amp;nbsp;dirty, they're naturally beige-coloured ahem).&amp;nbsp; It was surprisingly difficult to find a pair.&amp;nbsp; There weren't many kiddy shops.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not all had shoes.&amp;nbsp; Then found kiddy-sized shoes&amp;nbsp;were too big.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally found The One amongst&amp;nbsp;baby shoes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was&amp;nbsp;the one and only&amp;nbsp;of its&amp;nbsp;size and luckily it wasn't ugly, phew.&amp;nbsp; Mission accomplished, on to the durian buffet! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ahh I ate durian to my heart's content.&amp;nbsp; That was only me though.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern refused durian and only wanted&amp;nbsp;mangosteen.&amp;nbsp; Hubby got into a huff when the&amp;nbsp;quality and quantity&amp;nbsp;of durian to our table were restricted due to insufficient supply.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;saw a few groups having more and were told they were guests from overseas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;tried to pacify him since we already got&amp;nbsp;enough and&amp;nbsp;might as well enjoy the lot on the table.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But he was hopping mad, kept grumbling and&amp;nbsp;eventually went off to officially&amp;nbsp;complain.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;I sat there with Jo Ern slowly savouring the durian.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty good, really, there was Raja Kunyit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z49L1IYrkjc/TkorGUMI1YI/AAAAAAAAAok/QyJ574C-4Ks/s1600/Canon+134a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z49L1IYrkjc/TkorGUMI1YI/AAAAAAAAAok/QyJ574C-4Ks/s400/Canon+134a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blekk! This stuff is yucky. Phbth! Phbbbthh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;result of hubby's&amp;nbsp;complaining was... an invitation to come again the next day!&amp;nbsp; With a promise of 2 good durians for us.&amp;nbsp; Ahahaha!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it pays&amp;nbsp;NOT to be too accepting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, off we went to the theme park.&amp;nbsp; Genting was relatively quiet that weekend and we took&amp;nbsp;a few rides without having to queue.&amp;nbsp; And this is the first time Jo Ern could walk by herself in Genting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6scUwA90Tk/Tko5C3hMYrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Y4Rji82xK3o/s1600/Canon+134b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6scUwA90Tk/Tko5C3hMYrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Y4Rji82xK3o/s400/Canon+134b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk walk. This is nice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGVR0szXSmA/Tko5sadHsCI/AAAAAAAAApA/gcMrFkY5c7w/s1600/Canon+134h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGVR0szXSmA/Tko5sadHsCI/AAAAAAAAApA/gcMrFkY5c7w/s400/Canon+134h.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk walk walk.&amp;nbsp; I like!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went for the Hokkien concert.&amp;nbsp; I joked with hubby that I was leaving&amp;nbsp;if they sang the 'Sky Black Black' song.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;only planned to stay a while.&amp;nbsp; Once&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern fussed I'd&amp;nbsp;take her out since I'm not keen on Hokkien songs anyway.&amp;nbsp; To our surprise, Jo Ern behaved perfectly!&amp;nbsp; She sat there eating her snacks and drinking her water, occasionally pointing to the stage or lights.&amp;nbsp; She babbled to herself, clapped sometimes&amp;nbsp;and even stood up and swayed a bit.&amp;nbsp; We were able to stay till the end.&amp;nbsp; Well, almost the end... hubby thought the show was finished at 10pm when there was actually one more singer to go.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The show wasn't too bad - with&amp;nbsp;5 singers (we watched 4) and&amp;nbsp;dancers for each song,&amp;nbsp;it was quite entertaining.&amp;nbsp; We were lucky to get end seats and&amp;nbsp;placed Jo Ern's stroller beside.&amp;nbsp; Hmm if we could get the same arrangement next time, we could attend more such concerts.&amp;nbsp;It was only the next day that I noticed the printing on the tickets - separate tickets are&amp;nbsp;needed for children of all ages including infants!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7n5ZSqQhGRQ/Tko5OpqXztI/AAAAAAAAAo4/UsOAf9j5_nE/s1600/Canon+134f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7n5ZSqQhGRQ/Tko5OpqXztI/AAAAAAAAAo4/UsOAf9j5_nE/s400/Canon+134f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This singer has&amp;nbsp;a good voice. The dancers are not bad either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSt_K2E9jcI/Tko5KXJS9zI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WCVPcQXSC0U/s1600/Canon+134e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSt_K2E9jcI/Tko5KXJS9zI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WCVPcQXSC0U/s320/Canon+134e.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well done!&amp;nbsp; Bravo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Final morning, headed to the pool after many trips of planning to go.&amp;nbsp; Hubby was always afraid Jo Ern would catch a chill.&amp;nbsp; Or else&amp;nbsp;there'd be no time or Jo Ern would be sleepy/hungry.&amp;nbsp; This time, had a soak in the hot&amp;nbsp;jacuzzi pool.&amp;nbsp; Overall, this was a good trip.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pPVrY5AeDs/Tko5RZW1M9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/5WMaPZT8Wdc/s1600/Canon+134g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pPVrY5AeDs/Tko5RZW1M9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/5WMaPZT8Wdc/s320/Canon+134g.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This hot water is lovely. But they put&amp;nbsp;too many bubbles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-2944671818080323286?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2944671818080323286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/genting-trip-9-durians.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2944671818080323286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2944671818080323286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/genting-trip-9-durians.html' title='Genting trip 9 - durians'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWP_FYf4R4Y/Tkoq-TAEZOI/AAAAAAAAAog/mdOybpwbUtk/s72-c/Canon+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3933771320762506453</id><published>2011-08-11T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:02:46.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One milk feed</title><content type='html'>Just how tough is it to feed Jo Ern?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let me present photos from ONE milk feed.&amp;nbsp; Total in milk bottle, 4.5oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjPGOMtq2sk/TkSRR1ecWwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qx27rwx-dqo/s1600/Canon+132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjPGOMtq2sk/TkSRR1ecWwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qx27rwx-dqo/s400/Canon+132.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Read book ok? Drink milk&amp;nbsp;and read book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XbaTO6O24w/TkSRVZpo2gI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PVM20OCJ5NI/s1600/Canon+132a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XbaTO6O24w/TkSRVZpo2gI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PVM20OCJ5NI/s400/Canon+132a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Book dowan already... ok press buttons and listen to&amp;nbsp;radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asTxDmgmsfw/TkSRX-i_1fI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gOu7HvPusL4/s1600/Canon+132b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asTxDmgmsfw/TkSRX-i_1fI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gOu7HvPusL4/s400/Canon+132b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Radio dowan&amp;nbsp;already... here, pull apart&amp;nbsp;this ball and put back together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hc70vbvUTI/TkSRaf5k4gI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gFA8n7lHcVE/s1600/Canon+132c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hc70vbvUTI/TkSRaf5k4gI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gFA8n7lHcVE/s400/Canon+132c.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ball dowan already... ok play with this pen. Can click up and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Faint*&amp;nbsp; At least the toys I buy do have some use!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I know kids are supposed to eat when hungry.&amp;nbsp; But Jo Ern is underweight&amp;nbsp;and if she inherited hubby's genes, well if he's engrossed in something, he can&amp;nbsp;go a whole day without eating.&amp;nbsp; Our paedi says this is a critical growth&amp;nbsp;stage so I dare not let Jo Ern dictate her own diet.&amp;nbsp; There are very few foods she likes enough to eat without prompting, and she&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;bored.&amp;nbsp; She wolves down sweet potato, Mummy gets excited and goes out to buy more, and next day she doesn't like sweet potato any more.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&amp;nbsp; My mission remains to get as much food into her as I can!&amp;nbsp; Then hopefully the paedi won't shake her head during our next visit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3933771320762506453?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3933771320762506453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-milk-feed.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3933771320762506453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3933771320762506453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-milk-feed.html' title='One milk feed'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjPGOMtq2sk/TkSRR1ecWwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qx27rwx-dqo/s72-c/Canon+132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8358343179739509442</id><published>2011-08-09T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:08:33.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbal skills</title><content type='html'>The correct question is... WHAT verbal skills?!&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; People ask if Jo Ern can say Papa or Mummy.&amp;nbsp; Actually, about the only word she says is 'Dog'.&amp;nbsp; So the family pet takes precedence over all&amp;nbsp;humans!&amp;nbsp; She isn't very discriminating though.&amp;nbsp; Although our real dog is always correctly called 'Dog', almost everything else can be&amp;nbsp;'Dog' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uP-xp19CTS8/TkDZftgqkLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Sj63ocGOhdg/s1600/Canon+131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uP-xp19CTS8/TkDZftgqkLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Sj63ocGOhdg/s400/Canon+131.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog!&amp;nbsp; Dog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like she had a fun time playing with a friend's cat recently... and repeatedly calling the poor creature 'Dog!'&amp;nbsp; Recently she does seem to be trying out other sounds.&amp;nbsp; When I said 'bear', she said a short&amp;nbsp;'berk'.&amp;nbsp; When I said 'cat', I thought she said a short 'kerk'.&amp;nbsp; But it could be&amp;nbsp;purely my imagination.&amp;nbsp; At 16 months it's still&amp;nbsp;too early to worry... fingers crossed though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4q6tzEH1Bo/TkDZhoRiowI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Lbf_f4UKems/s1600/Canon+131a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4q6tzEH1Bo/TkDZhoRiowI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Lbf_f4UKems/s400/Canon+131a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I can always point to what I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8358343179739509442?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8358343179739509442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/verbal-skills.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8358343179739509442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8358343179739509442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/verbal-skills.html' title='Verbal skills'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uP-xp19CTS8/TkDZftgqkLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Sj63ocGOhdg/s72-c/Canon+131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1030345674001361798</id><published>2011-08-05T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:37:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler at the mall</title><content type='html'>I love how Jo Ern is&amp;nbsp;making experiences better for me.&amp;nbsp; When we do something that is a first for her, I am always&amp;nbsp;slightly excited in anticipation of her reaction.&amp;nbsp; Like a simple outing to a&amp;nbsp;shopping mall -&amp;nbsp;when it's with a toddler who is walking on her own for the first time, it feels super special!&amp;nbsp; I kept reminiscing how she had always been in a stroller before this - at first only&amp;nbsp;lying down, then sitting up and later even standing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I marvelled at having MY&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;daughter toddling&amp;nbsp;alongside.&amp;nbsp; I delighted at the fun she was having.&amp;nbsp;And of course I whipped out the camera and snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsot-P_w_d4/TjuWu2WpnJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_N5i0kHjUtU/s1600/Canon+130c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsot-P_w_d4/TjuWu2WpnJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_N5i0kHjUtU/s400/Canon+130c.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Front display is fine.&amp;nbsp; Check and see what's behind...&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G7PqwtKMB0/TjuWQUTYDUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dk-UBhyxNZ8/s1600/Canon+130b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6G7PqwtKMB0/TjuWQUTYDUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/dk-UBhyxNZ8/s400/Canon+130b.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait Papa, I pick a nice shirt for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ci2U-98F5h0/TjuVc-_KHQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/GxCQ031WO78/s1600/Canon+130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ci2U-98F5h0/TjuVc-_KHQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/GxCQ031WO78/s400/Canon+130.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest a bit first. I've walked a lot, you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1030345674001361798?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1030345674001361798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/toddler-at-mall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1030345674001361798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1030345674001361798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/toddler-at-mall.html' title='Toddler at the mall'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dsot-P_w_d4/TjuWu2WpnJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_N5i0kHjUtU/s72-c/Canon+130c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8010209548049873992</id><published>2011-08-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:57:37.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35Swche-6oI/TjZmY2zEjrI/AAAAAAAAAns/mvHA-vpwkYs/s1600/Canon+126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35Swche-6oI/TjZmY2zEjrI/AAAAAAAAAns/mvHA-vpwkYs/s400/Canon+126.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are Papa's expensive chocolates imported&amp;nbsp;from Japan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePoDFmAVQVA/TjZmdlPoiSI/AAAAAAAAAnw/m3B-mNrVfGA/s1600/Canon+126a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePoDFmAVQVA/TjZmdlPoiSI/AAAAAAAAAnw/m3B-mNrVfGA/s400/Canon+126a.jpg" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah, they look ordinary. I will&amp;nbsp;throw them around and play with them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGOrgV8QFYk/TjZnqsOB9SI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lu9HQVnBpP8/s1600/Canon+126b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGOrgV8QFYk/TjZnqsOB9SI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lu9HQVnBpP8/s400/Canon+126b.jpg" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What expensive camera? This&amp;nbsp;thing on&amp;nbsp;a string?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day she will learn the value of money.&amp;nbsp; Until that day, just have to keep expensive items out of&amp;nbsp; reach.&amp;nbsp; Which explains why the higher&amp;nbsp;horizontal surfaces in my house are chock-full of unrelated stuff!&amp;nbsp; It can be rather difficult locating something these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8010209548049873992?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8010209548049873992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/expensive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8010209548049873992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8010209548049873992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/08/expensive.html' title='Expensive?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35Swche-6oI/TjZmY2zEjrI/AAAAAAAAAns/mvHA-vpwkYs/s72-c/Canon+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7241116728585181193</id><published>2011-07-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:29:37.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0EWt-lWMTA/TjIiFvjtBAI/AAAAAAAAAng/zsn3pPVZ8Dg/s1600/Canon+129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0EWt-lWMTA/TjIiFvjtBAI/AAAAAAAAAng/zsn3pPVZ8Dg/s400/Canon+129.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I be pretty like Alicia che-che one day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies if you think there is plenty of it, heh.&amp;nbsp; Posting this mainly coz I have rare clear photos of Jo Ern. :)&amp;nbsp; It's not easy capturing clear photos of her as she is either&amp;nbsp;moving or engrossed in something.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shots in the latter category are&amp;nbsp; clear but she then looks pretty much the same when engrossed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These days she often&amp;nbsp;comes over to grab the camera too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday, we had a post-wedding lunch hosted by Kingsley and Alicia.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern had a grand time walking all over the restaurant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As the lunch crowd thinned, the staff gave her plenty of attention.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When one person put her down, there was someone waiting&amp;nbsp;to carry her.&amp;nbsp; The 'captain' gave her a walkie-talkie, she carried it around giggling away as the captain talked to her from the other set.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then another&amp;nbsp;staff&amp;nbsp;gave her a biscuit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not a bad outing for the little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsY0saJfL8s/TjIiIOu4jEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/WHYY4R6aKeU/s1600/Canon+129a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsY0saJfL8s/TjIiIOu4jEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/WHYY4R6aKeU/s400/Canon+129a.JPG" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy says, Que sera sera, what will be will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Jo Ern has rather big ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After lunch, back home for some rest before heading out for dinner.&amp;nbsp; This was the full-moon for baby Erin.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lots of food again when I was still full from lunch.&amp;nbsp; Aiks why do makan sessions all come at the same time!&amp;nbsp; Erin looks soooo tiny but she is&amp;nbsp;bigger than Jo Ern was at birth.&amp;nbsp; How fast babies grow, sigh.&amp;nbsp; (Didn't get any good pictures so subbing with an earlier one.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehWEf5UYPNM/TjInAEhY67I/AAAAAAAAAno/7sJgKKLj_qs/s1600/Canon+129b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehWEf5UYPNM/TjInAEhY67I/AAAAAAAAAno/7sJgKKLj_qs/s400/Canon+129b.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry, baby Erin, che-che is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7241116728585181193?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7241116728585181193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7241116728585181193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7241116728585181193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-sunday.html' title='And Sunday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0EWt-lWMTA/TjIiFvjtBAI/AAAAAAAAAng/zsn3pPVZ8Dg/s72-c/Canon+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1073274720118740903</id><published>2011-07-25T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T02:16:07.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eddX0rbNtWc/Ti0qJGSU5kI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4ayvgwVQY24/s1600/Canon+127-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eddX0rbNtWc/Ti0qJGSU5kI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4ayvgwVQY24/s400/Canon+127-1.JPG" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh a nice Saturday. Hmm how shall I entertain Mummy today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unveiled more toys for Jo Ern last weekend.&amp;nbsp; But she&amp;nbsp;had more fun playing with normal household things.&amp;nbsp; I really should stop myself from&amp;nbsp;buying toys... I can't tell beforehand which will&amp;nbsp;hold her interest.&amp;nbsp; By the time I know,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;thing is already&amp;nbsp;sitting in my house and left its mark on my pocket!&amp;nbsp; Blame it on being too free at work haha.&amp;nbsp; I am shaking legs&amp;nbsp;being in between assignments and it's all too easy to surf and&amp;nbsp;buy stuff online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wD3pSDIpxDw/Ti0qOSVCpBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TXgX2nQjqac/s1600/Canon+128o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wD3pSDIpxDw/Ti0qOSVCpBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TXgX2nQjqac/s400/Canon+128o.JPG" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know! I do the&amp;nbsp;Double-foodcover Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVuuikEYkr0/Ti0rN-X4SfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-mUv6OcNFzA/s1600/Canon+127-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVuuikEYkr0/Ti0rN-X4SfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-mUv6OcNFzA/s400/Canon+127-2.JPG" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also do the Big-hat Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC3q4egSxVQ/Ti0rS42wkwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Y0ifDQ3Lum4/s1600/Canon+127-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC3q4egSxVQ/Ti0rS42wkwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Y0ifDQ3Lum4/s320/Canon+127-3.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy, help!&amp;nbsp;Cannot see!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing when she walked out&amp;nbsp;from the back with this paddy-field hat on!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She has been playing with it recently&amp;nbsp;and my maid must have put it on her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1073274720118740903?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1073274720118740903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-saturday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1073274720118740903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1073274720118740903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eddX0rbNtWc/Ti0qJGSU5kI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4ayvgwVQY24/s72-c/Canon+127-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1903156380655552556</id><published>2011-07-20T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:23:52.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little... climber?</title><content type='html'>Just must blog about what Jo Ern did last night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We were&amp;nbsp;watching TV while Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;moved around the living room playing with this and that.&amp;nbsp; I heard music from her activity table and assumed she was&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;her toy corner&amp;nbsp;located behind us.&amp;nbsp; After a while&amp;nbsp;hubby walked over to check and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kJeD9fzYAE/TiaI8VRYD5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/OXii2G9UhGU/s1600/Canon+127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kJeD9fzYAE/TiaI8VRYD5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/OXii2G9UhGU/s400/Canon+127.JPG" t$="true" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clever me climbed up all&amp;nbsp;by myself... now how do I open the door?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She'd pushed her toy table to our entrance&amp;nbsp;door, climbed up and was busy fiddling with the door handle and lock!&amp;nbsp; This at just 15 months old, what will she get up to next time??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;table is quite high for someone her height.&amp;nbsp; And she was using her feet to move the smiley ball on the table, which results in&amp;nbsp;music and flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Guess these were merely practice sessions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jkspah4l7HY/TiaI-KTzZvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ulc6449VJDs/s1600/Canon+127a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jkspah4l7HY/TiaI-KTzZvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ulc6449VJDs/s320/Canon+127a.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up! (She succeeds most of the time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-gcG8ZNgVg/TiaJAd1jE9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/9ZEe2ruoN0w/s1600/Canon+127b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-gcG8ZNgVg/TiaJAd1jE9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/9ZEe2ruoN0w/s320/Canon+127b.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side,&amp;nbsp;as my mum would put it,&amp;nbsp;at least Jo Ern is 'not&amp;nbsp;a dumb-dumb'!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So she can figure out how to use something as a tool&amp;nbsp;to reach her goal.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;maybe I should prepare myself for more heart-stopping moments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1903156380655552556?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1903156380655552556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-climber.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1903156380655552556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1903156380655552556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-climber.html' title='Little... climber?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kJeD9fzYAE/TiaI8VRYD5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/OXii2G9UhGU/s72-c/Canon+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4785447126180525316</id><published>2011-07-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T01:22:22.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjt1w-InSTA/TiPneXPmFFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RuFEgS_TIUY/s1600/Canon+125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjt1w-InSTA/TiPneXPmFFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RuFEgS_TIUY/s400/Canon+125.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty dress, check.&amp;nbsp; Pretty&amp;nbsp;shoes, check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NlTcoomrKk/TiPng62HrMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/7lH8lPnj-bI/s1600/Canon+125a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NlTcoomrKk/TiPng62HrMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/7lH8lPnj-bI/s400/Canon+125a.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get ready, world, here I come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wasn't it only ﻿yesterday when she was struggling to lift her head, then to push herself forward, to stand?&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&amp;nbsp; How fast they grow.&amp;nbsp; At&amp;nbsp;the year-old mark which is the official end of&amp;nbsp;babyhood, she didn't seem to be anywhere near the next classification, that&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;a toddler.&amp;nbsp; A few months&amp;nbsp;on and she's toddling&amp;nbsp;upright all over the place.&amp;nbsp; Way to go, my baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Took these pictures last night before dinner.&amp;nbsp; The only downside, she was having so much fun she&amp;nbsp;didn't want to sit and eat.&amp;nbsp; Arched her back and screamed when we wanted to put her in the highchair.&amp;nbsp; Hmm looks like there will be new challenges&amp;nbsp;with every milestone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4785447126180525316?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4785447126180525316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-walker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4785447126180525316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4785447126180525316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-walker.html' title='Little walker'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjt1w-InSTA/TiPneXPmFFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RuFEgS_TIUY/s72-c/Canon+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7512259597812200342</id><published>2011-07-13T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:41:50.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcT2R0rAKQY/Th5_UAcGqSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Kk-XT49yClk/s1600/Canon+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcT2R0rAKQY/Th5_UAcGqSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Kk-XT49yClk/s400/Canon+124.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you doing Mummy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy: Playing the Ipad. We play together ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKqMusqzWf8/Th5_XHvXMiI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wN0q8NVjNWE/s1600/Canon+124b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKqMusqzWf8/Th5_XHvXMiI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wN0q8NVjNWE/s400/Canon+124b.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to hold the Ipad! Wanna hold!&amp;nbsp;Want!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvL3EVYO8mo/Th5_Zqk8rFI/AAAAAAAAAms/X1AJmrI1Us8/s1600/Canon+124c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvL3EVYO8mo/Th5_Zqk8rFI/AAAAAAAAAms/X1AJmrI1Us8/s400/Canon+124c.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mine, all mine.&amp;nbsp;Lala la laaaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It sure looks like many people own an Ipad these days.&amp;nbsp; My hubby couldn't resist being&amp;nbsp;one of the first to get&amp;nbsp;the Ipad2.&amp;nbsp; Which is good, coz by now he's gotten over the&amp;nbsp;obssession&amp;nbsp;and I get&amp;nbsp;some time&amp;nbsp;with it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern?&amp;nbsp; Let's just say she's NOT a good companion to play with.&amp;nbsp; At first I thought&amp;nbsp;poking at the screen should be within her ability.&amp;nbsp; But all she wants to do is to press the 'Home' button which cancels out everything.&amp;nbsp; And grab the whole Ipad for herself.&amp;nbsp; So either I go off by myself to play,&amp;nbsp;leaving her crying angrily, or she gets what she wants (for a while).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7512259597812200342?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7512259597812200342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/ipad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7512259597812200342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7512259597812200342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/ipad.html' title='Ipad'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcT2R0rAKQY/Th5_UAcGqSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Kk-XT49yClk/s72-c/Canon+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4020014665448267145</id><published>2011-07-11T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T02:22:28.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating strike</title><content type='html'>About the hardest part of taking care of Jo Ern is feeding her.&amp;nbsp; She is on ANOTHER eating strike after a short bout of fever.&amp;nbsp; The fever has gone but she continued to refuse food.&amp;nbsp; Well that is, the nutritious and yummy&amp;nbsp;food painstakingly planned and prepared by Mummy. *roll eyes*&amp;nbsp; I HAVE given up&amp;nbsp;forgoing seasoning on her food and have been using salt, soy sauce, ikan bilis, marmite.&amp;nbsp; So last week I didn't send any more cooked food after&amp;nbsp;the predecessors all ended up&amp;nbsp;in the bin.&amp;nbsp; She has been surviving on milk, fruit, cheese, yogurt, cereal&amp;nbsp;and biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l2tnvtF2Aw/Thq_TejAI-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/JjjWL_0rJ0c/s1600/Canon+123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l2tnvtF2Aw/Thq_TejAI-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/JjjWL_0rJ0c/s400/Canon+123.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah ok, still nice and slim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy: Oi, you're supposed to GROW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiks this little kid of mine.&amp;nbsp; She had&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;reached the 9kg mark and now she's gone below, this&amp;nbsp;at 15 months.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping she doesn't take after hubby, who also prefers snacks and&amp;nbsp;junk food to real food!&amp;nbsp; (And is always worrying about being underweight, heh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4020014665448267145?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4020014665448267145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/eating-strike.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4020014665448267145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4020014665448267145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/eating-strike.html' title='Eating strike'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l2tnvtF2Aw/Thq_TejAI-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/JjjWL_0rJ0c/s72-c/Canon+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8334445704026887698</id><published>2011-07-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:38:49.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a81MWSIEIJ0/ThUjWAl3bmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jnCCHeNRuLg/s1600/Canon+122a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a81MWSIEIJ0/ThUjWAl3bmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jnCCHeNRuLg/s400/Canon+122a.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water's getting into my eyes!&amp;nbsp;Stop, Papa, stop!&amp;nbsp;Waaaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t_jBSk9KO4/ThUjFLyDF5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/A4BQ9PUGI2Q/s1600/Canon+122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t_jBSk9KO4/ThUjFLyDF5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/A4BQ9PUGI2Q/s400/Canon+122.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now&amp;nbsp;THIS is a better way of getting clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern gets a bath from hubby&amp;nbsp;in the mornings and a refresher sponging from our maid Lina in the evenings.&amp;nbsp; Since the baby bath-tub was returned for my sister's new baby, hubby has been using the&amp;nbsp;shower.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Actually Jo Ern does NOT like any of these methods much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; With bath-tub:&amp;nbsp; OK when being soaped, cry when being rinsed. Probably didn't like water getting into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; With shower:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Grab onto Papa's legs and wail pitifully.&amp;nbsp; Probably scared of water in her eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Sponge bath:&amp;nbsp; Cry at being restrained to one place,&amp;nbsp;want to go and play instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kiddo, heh.&amp;nbsp; She does seem to be adapting to the shower.&amp;nbsp; She still clings on to hubby's legs, but he pats her head down before the rinsing part so there will be less water on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahem... notice that I am not involved in cleaning her?&amp;nbsp; Heheh.&amp;nbsp; I will also look for hubby or Lina to change diapers too!&amp;nbsp; Well my excuse is I'm already in charge of&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern's&amp;nbsp;food&amp;nbsp;preparation, all supplies planning/purchasing and basically&amp;nbsp;overall supervision.&amp;nbsp; Division of duties mah... heheh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8334445704026887698?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8334445704026887698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/bath-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8334445704026887698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8334445704026887698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/bath-time.html' title='Bath time'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a81MWSIEIJ0/ThUjWAl3bmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jnCCHeNRuLg/s72-c/Canon+122a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4875031720895377831</id><published>2011-07-01T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:33:40.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3BsN9daJlM/Tg2QuvGcPAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j0H6ZmJicrA/s1600/Canon+121b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3BsN9daJlM/Tg2QuvGcPAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j0H6ZmJicrA/s400/Canon+121b.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look, I have SHOES!&amp;nbsp; Hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbfWqcC3o98/Tg2Q76W6DqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xox8vsWDxIs/s1600/Canon+121a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbfWqcC3o98/Tg2Q76W6DqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xox8vsWDxIs/s400/Canon+121a.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I can walk already!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuaAIQHcn0A/Tg2Q5K_NjBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/z590nEoymPw/s1600/Canon+121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuaAIQHcn0A/Tg2Q5K_NjBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/z590nEoymPw/s400/Canon+121.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now no need&amp;nbsp;Justin koko to&amp;nbsp;carry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern walks now!&amp;nbsp; I don't quite know how to put the age when she started.&amp;nbsp; Can't count the&amp;nbsp;initial stage of taking steps with&amp;nbsp;support&amp;nbsp;right?&amp;nbsp; Or the rushing-towards-someone-before-falling-down stage.&amp;nbsp; Or the always-sitting-down-suddenly stage.&amp;nbsp; Well&amp;nbsp;can safely say she's&amp;nbsp;walking quite well at 14.5 months.&amp;nbsp; She is walking wherever she pleases now, and&amp;nbsp;goes all over the house!&amp;nbsp; Better than being transported by Justin koko, definitely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4875031720895377831?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4875031720895377831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/walking-already.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4875031720895377831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4875031720895377831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/07/walking-already.html' title='Walking already'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3BsN9daJlM/Tg2QuvGcPAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j0H6ZmJicrA/s72-c/Canon+121b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4830230688816994255</id><published>2011-06-24T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T01:15:44.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekday mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3sjlDj6Gg/TgREmB7cgoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SPXAWRC7UDk/s1600/Canon+120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3sjlDj6Gg/TgREmB7cgoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SPXAWRC7UDk/s400/Canon+120.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I check and see if everything is in order, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekday breakfasts typically comprise a hot drink with bread and something savoury - eggs, bacon, tuna, ham, luncheon meat, sardines, meat floss, BBQ meat or canned curry chicken. No sweet stuff when I'm hungry, please. :) When I'm preparing breakfast, hubby would be in the washroom and the maid occupied in the garden. Luckily it's relatively easy to keep Jo Ern occupied. Put her down in the kitchen and she heads for one of her favourite cupboards - all those with lots of things inside.&amp;nbsp; She will be busy for quite&amp;nbsp;a while taking things out and playing with them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I take longer, she'll move on to another cupboard. The only downside is keeping&amp;nbsp;the things after she's done!&amp;nbsp; I've tried to steer her towards cupboards with fewer&amp;nbsp;contents, but those are obviously not so interesting.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid basically loves anything containing multiple objects to mess around with.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I put her on the counter top (under supervision) and she'll check everything she's allowed&amp;nbsp;to lay her hands on.&amp;nbsp; Quite often she'll put things into her mouth though...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf9e-K1dKKg/TgREqGMpPWI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qmgrqjI59_M/s1600/Canon+120a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf9e-K1dKKg/TgREqGMpPWI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qmgrqjI59_M/s400/Canon+120a.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh we have a bottle of honey here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5oxVaY0FRBw/TgREsEaHnfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/M3eFU548HcM/s1600/Canon+120b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5oxVaY0FRBw/TgREsEaHnfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/M3eFU548HcM/s400/Canon+120b.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check and see if nice or not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-4830230688816994255?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4830230688816994255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekday-mornings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4830230688816994255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4830230688816994255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekday-mornings.html' title='Weekday mornings'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3sjlDj6Gg/TgREmB7cgoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SPXAWRC7UDk/s72-c/Canon+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-870287778539721165</id><published>2011-06-20T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:15:53.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be7MepT5YIk/TgAPU97Eg2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/XGRW_ZF8hKs/s1600/Canon+117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be7MepT5YIk/TgAPU97Eg2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/XGRW_ZF8hKs/s400/Canon+117.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehehee... playing peek-a-boo with Mummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyUQpvjFZ28/TgAP23dh17I/AAAAAAAAAlo/YueYrv04p0E/s1600/Canon+117a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyUQpvjFZ28/TgAP23dh17I/AAAAAAAAAlo/YueYrv04p0E/s400/Canon+117a.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm watching you... must behave ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's 14 months!&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern is&amp;nbsp;looking more like a little girl, less like a baby.&amp;nbsp; I do miss the&amp;nbsp;cute&amp;nbsp;baby year, but she's definitely easier to take care of now.&amp;nbsp; Comparing little Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;baby&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Less attention-hungry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is mobile&amp;nbsp;and doesn't cry&amp;nbsp;to be carried so often.&amp;nbsp; Of course she does need to be monitored like a hawk.&amp;nbsp; Or else she'd be very happy tearing up tissue, playing with the&amp;nbsp;phone/ipad, turning the knobs on the DVD player etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Less AM feeds&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up only once in the night for milk vs 2-3 times.&amp;nbsp; This one time&amp;nbsp;ranges from 4.30am to 7am.&amp;nbsp; The latter is already my wake-up time and not considered middle of the night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solids vs Milk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely easier now compared to when she was fully on breastmilk.&amp;nbsp; Hoo hoo I was super stressed as I don't have much.&amp;nbsp; I devoted a whole weekend&amp;nbsp;once to resting and&amp;nbsp;pumping, getting 5-10ml each time, and was pleased with the resulting&amp;nbsp;ONE&amp;nbsp;extra milk portion of 100ml.&amp;nbsp; Then I discovered my brother's new maid had taken&amp;nbsp;TWO of my milk portions to feed baby Jensen instead.&amp;nbsp; What's more, I had already counted in these&amp;nbsp;two portions&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern didn't have&amp;nbsp;enough that day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so upset I could have cried... only I was too angry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course she is bigger and not so fragile!&amp;nbsp; And therefore can wear pretty dresses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-870287778539721165?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/870287778539721165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/14-months.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/870287778539721165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/870287778539721165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/14-months.html' title='14 months'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be7MepT5YIk/TgAPU97Eg2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/XGRW_ZF8hKs/s72-c/Canon+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1921190243627906570</id><published>2011-06-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:00:57.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom pest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMButwIj07w/TfrBseDGEbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k6KR4Lm3HAM/s1600/baby119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMButwIj07w/TfrBseDGEbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k6KR4Lm3HAM/s400/baby119.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come people&amp;nbsp;stay inside here so long?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G3i4eE6PPE/TfrCkCNOMhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sdkiIv2V9SA/s1600/baby119a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_G3i4eE6PPE/TfrCkCNOMhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sdkiIv2V9SA/s400/baby119a.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh?&amp;nbsp; What do you&amp;nbsp;do here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How do I keep Jo Ern from following me into the bathroom??&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;I close the door, she will sit right outside and cry pitifully.&amp;nbsp; If I leave the door open, she'll be happy as a lark crawling in after me.&amp;nbsp; Then she'll mess around with the dustbin... lick it or take the contents out.&amp;nbsp; Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She generally loves making her way&amp;nbsp;into&amp;nbsp;bathrooms - it's probably&amp;nbsp;the novelty&amp;nbsp;since she only comes here for her bath.&amp;nbsp; I have scooped her up from various bathrooms&amp;nbsp;countless times already!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1921190243627906570?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1921190243627906570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/bathroom-pest.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1921190243627906570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1921190243627906570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/bathroom-pest.html' title='Bathroom pest'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMButwIj07w/TfrBseDGEbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k6KR4Lm3HAM/s72-c/baby119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6799192365959040656</id><published>2011-06-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T01:24:52.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3S0h9ArS0k/TfWEdwWlplI/AAAAAAAAAlU/n4QLB7RGKt8/s1600/Canon+115c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3S0h9ArS0k/TfWEdwWlplI/AAAAAAAAAlU/n4QLB7RGKt8/s400/Canon+115c.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow so many toys. Which one shall I play with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DHsZEHqo00/TfWEjVQRN0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/vYRvVWESKWw/s1600/baby115A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DHsZEHqo00/TfWEjVQRN0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/vYRvVWESKWw/s400/baby115A.jpg" t8="true" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK&amp;nbsp;I climb on THIS one first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy: Oi! Get down from there!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jo Ern's toy collection is growing!&amp;nbsp; Some&amp;nbsp;play music, some have lights,&amp;nbsp;some are educational, some just have various&amp;nbsp;nooks to place things.&amp;nbsp; They're all&amp;nbsp;colourful and&amp;nbsp;generally&amp;nbsp;nice to look at.&amp;nbsp; I am quite impressed by how some are designed to work and teach - obviously&amp;nbsp;big toy companies do have child&amp;nbsp;experts in the R&amp;amp;D department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought to trot out regular household items for Jo Ern to play with rather than buy toys that will only be used a while.&amp;nbsp; While she&amp;nbsp;does like to mess around with our stuff, no harm having real toys to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buying spree isn't over!&amp;nbsp; I'm aiming for toys&amp;nbsp;of different categories and hopefully those with longer entertainment value.&amp;nbsp; At least now&amp;nbsp;I don't feel bored heading for the same few items hehe.&amp;nbsp; I just got a box to put her toys in and Jo Ern would chortle with delight when opening this box.&amp;nbsp; To me, that's priceless.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-6799192365959040656?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/6799192365959040656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/toys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6799192365959040656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6799192365959040656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3S0h9ArS0k/TfWEdwWlplI/AAAAAAAAAlU/n4QLB7RGKt8/s72-c/Canon+115c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8221314980758295894</id><published>2011-06-09T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T04:22:52.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jottings 9 June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkvWvN9mnt8/TfCrf72WQsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hrhf9j3bagY/s1600/baby114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkvWvN9mnt8/TfCrf72WQsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hrhf9j3bagY/s400/baby114.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait ah, my batteries are charging. &amp;nbsp;Ready in 100, 99, 98...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jo Ern is sleeping, some jottings about happenings to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my &lt;a href="http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-sick-and-mummys-busy.html"&gt;half-year assignment&lt;/a&gt; in the heart of KL and was sad to go.&amp;nbsp; Funny, coz I absolutely hated it at first.&amp;nbsp; Traffic was still awful.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;people there were friendly and helpful, traits&amp;nbsp;not too common in my profession.&amp;nbsp; My two immediate neighbours&amp;nbsp;noticed early on that I eat all the time&amp;nbsp;and generously plied me with food.&amp;nbsp; So many attended&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;farewell lunch and 3 separate people wanted to buy me coffee that afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a run of bad luck.&amp;nbsp; Soon after hubby's disastrous casino outing (well, his money is also my money hehe), I came home one day to find the house flooded.&amp;nbsp; The water tank at the roof&amp;nbsp;had overflowed, flooded the upper story and waterfalled its way to flood part of the lower story too.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&amp;nbsp; Quite a lot of damage&amp;nbsp;done&amp;nbsp;considering the short time&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;veneers on various cupboards peeled&amp;nbsp;off, soaked mattress and boxes in the storeroom, parquet tiles swelling and causing the floor to be uneven, water marks on the wallpaper and ceiling boards.&amp;nbsp; It isn't easy or would cost&amp;nbsp;a lot to rectify these... leaving them alone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a toothache which turned out to be due to a wisdom tooth embedded DEEP.&amp;nbsp; Just had it out yesterday and am nursing a swollen jaw right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad my brother told me&amp;nbsp;about Ng Oral&amp;nbsp;though - op took less than 20mins when my regular dentist had estimated over 2 hours (and warned that she might close up and refer me elsewhere if the tooth proved recalcitrant).&amp;nbsp; I did have to fork out RM1000&amp;nbsp;for this specialist vs RM800 for the normal dentist, but in this case it's worth the money!&amp;nbsp; The x-ray did&amp;nbsp;show ANOTHER wisdom tooth which is likely to cause problems... think I'll wait a bit while me and my pocket recover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I get 3 days of MC.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; Last night I was in some pain - good thing hubby helped to watch Jo Ern and I just played with bubbles, hit rats, shot zombies, fed frogs and whatnot&amp;nbsp;on the&amp;nbsp;Ipad.&amp;nbsp; That me-time was really nice!&amp;nbsp; Today my face is still swollen but the pain is less and I think the worst is over.&amp;nbsp; I am on a liquid diet - my maid was so amused to see me&amp;nbsp;pureeing porridge for myself!&amp;nbsp; Well, pureeing food is&amp;nbsp;something I am very used to doing by now.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8221314980758295894?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8221314980758295894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/jottings-9-june.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8221314980758295894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8221314980758295894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/jottings-9-june.html' title='Jottings 9 June'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkvWvN9mnt8/TfCrf72WQsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hrhf9j3bagY/s72-c/baby114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-5279554426377569080</id><published>2011-06-06T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:15:36.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeWEPN7Ztc4/TeyWNAdEv2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/u0l94zmezmw/s1600/baby113a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeWEPN7Ztc4/TeyWNAdEv2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/u0l94zmezmw/s400/baby113a.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look, look at me! Clever or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is practicing&amp;nbsp;standing all the time.&amp;nbsp; Even on the bed... the good thing is the mattress cushions her when she eventually drops, bad thing is it's pretty difficult to stand/walk on mattresses.&amp;nbsp; You can see the process unfold -&amp;nbsp;little legs bend, little butt&amp;nbsp;stick out&amp;nbsp;and then&amp;nbsp;push,&amp;nbsp;she's&amp;nbsp;up.&amp;nbsp; Last night while I was drifting off to sleep, something made me open my eyes to see her standing up beside me!&amp;nbsp; Had to postpone sleep while I caught her and made her lie down, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9z8ieOBP-A/TeyWPz-c74I/AAAAAAAAAlE/PAxgmpXGwN0/s1600/baby113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9z8ieOBP-A/TeyWPz-c74I/AAAAAAAAAlE/PAxgmpXGwN0/s400/baby113.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hee-ahhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can walk when holding on to&amp;nbsp;someone's hands or when&amp;nbsp;pushing somethiing.&amp;nbsp; That something can be a light chair, a walker, her toy table.&amp;nbsp; And she can take a few steps independently.&amp;nbsp; Won't be long before I have to chase her around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-5279554426377569080?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/5279554426377569080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5279554426377569080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/5279554426377569080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/up.html' title='Up!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeWEPN7Ztc4/TeyWNAdEv2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/u0l94zmezmw/s72-c/baby113a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6803695812142675860</id><published>2011-06-03T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T03:31:14.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 8... ouch</title><content type='html'>Room was free again.... but&amp;nbsp;ouch for the heaps of money hubby generously donated&amp;nbsp;at the casino!&amp;nbsp; We could have gone for a&amp;nbsp;luxurious overseas holiday instead.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xE-jtkA1O-o/TedOJC9Fo6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/yUeCqhvLsic/s1600/baby112b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xE-jtkA1O-o/TedOJC9Fo6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/yUeCqhvLsic/s400/baby112b.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got a balloon animal from Mr Clown.&amp;nbsp; But I cried coz&amp;nbsp;clowns are very scary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to the theme park again.&amp;nbsp; It was the school holidays and the place was packed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We didn't bother queueing for rides since we can always go another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While hubby&amp;nbsp;was being the casino Santa Claus, I enjoyed spending time&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern in the room.&amp;nbsp; She was in a happy mood&amp;nbsp;and laughed a lot, bounced on the bed,&amp;nbsp;played with things and was overall a great companion.&amp;nbsp; We shared the food we brought - a 'meekoo'/red tortoise bun, popcorn, biscuits, fruit. &amp;nbsp;We had a new game:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She'd throw her doggie to the floor, I'd make it complain "doggie don't want to be&amp;nbsp;the floor,&amp;nbsp;doggie want to go&amp;nbsp;oi-oi"&amp;nbsp;and make it walk under the sheet, blanket or pillows.&amp;nbsp; She loved&amp;nbsp;looking for it and would giggle when she found it.&amp;nbsp; Then she'd throw it again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMH_hxQo7rI/TedN6tt5liI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wnjKdPRInX0/s1600/baby112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMH_hxQo7rI/TedN6tt5liI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wnjKdPRInX0/s400/baby112.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfy pillows, eating 'meekoo' with my doggie... ahhh this is the life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7973FxoKj4s/TedOA4ALeNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ETIM1oC6dqY/s1600/baby112c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7973FxoKj4s/TedOA4ALeNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ETIM1oC6dqY/s400/baby112c.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did mummy hide my doggie this time??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr1rQuf3W4I/TedOERGo7hI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pWaLSHoHCnU/s1600/baby112d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr1rQuf3W4I/TedOERGo7hI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pWaLSHoHCnU/s400/baby112d.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make coffee for myself.&amp;nbsp; Next time&amp;nbsp;I will make for people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should hold off going to Genting for a while though.&amp;nbsp; With the casino lurking in wait, trips there have the potential of&amp;nbsp;turning out VERY expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-6803695812142675860?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/6803695812142675860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/genting-trip-8-ouch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6803695812142675860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6803695812142675860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/06/genting-trip-8-ouch.html' title='Genting trip 8... ouch'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xE-jtkA1O-o/TedOJC9Fo6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/yUeCqhvLsic/s72-c/baby112b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2474350406386223843</id><published>2011-05-31T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:07:53.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No no no</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4gM23nxvpE/TeXPglfO0nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/qvz49iX5aI4/s1600/baby111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4gM23nxvpE/TeXPglfO0nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/qvz49iX5aI4/s400/baby111.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No no! Don't want to wear this hat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIcJupVLkWU/TeXPj7YtDQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/YSOjWJMOXA4/s1600/baby111a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIcJupVLkWU/TeXPj7YtDQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/YSOjWJMOXA4/s400/baby111a.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick some nice hats, Mummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7OfxGIsReU/TeXPmCbuSXI/AAAAAAAAAko/NzRbze_kkLg/s1600/baby111b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7OfxGIsReU/TeXPmCbuSXI/AAAAAAAAAko/NzRbze_kkLg/s400/baby111b.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No no! Don't want to wear hat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern doesn't talk yet but she does indicate 'No' clearly these days.&amp;nbsp; She shakes her head, waves her arms, screams or all of the above!&amp;nbsp; What she says no to mostly are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Her food.&amp;nbsp; Her food strike is ending and she does eventually finish her solids now.&amp;nbsp; But she will shake&amp;nbsp;her head before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; For hubby to carry her.&amp;nbsp; Hubby does like to annoy her so my theory is that's why she doesn't want him to carry her.&amp;nbsp; But she will laugh happily once he plays with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Having anything extra on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hats or hankies on her head get&amp;nbsp;torn off immediately.&amp;nbsp; If I&amp;nbsp;put socks on her, she will keep trying to pull them off.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;refused&amp;nbsp;blankets as a newborn and still doesn't like anything covering her.&amp;nbsp; Good thing she doesn't try to take her clothes off, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; People trying to remove what she is playing with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I put a pack of Vitagen on her stroller in a supermarket, she grabbed tightly onto it and screamed whenever I tried to take it from her.&amp;nbsp; Had to forcibly take it away and endure her loud screeches when it came time to pay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-2474350406386223843?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2474350406386223843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-no-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2474350406386223843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2474350406386223843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-no-no.html' title='No no no'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4gM23nxvpE/TeXPglfO0nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/qvz49iX5aI4/s72-c/baby111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7527353134814961783</id><published>2011-05-30T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:45:05.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XUU24Tg1c4/Td3S02T22ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cKfYxLNoJjk/s1600/baby110f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XUU24Tg1c4/Td3S02T22ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cKfYxLNoJjk/s400/baby110f.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure got a lot of people walking around this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up bright and early.&amp;nbsp; But by the time all of us got cleaned and fed, it was after 11am when we entered Universal Studios!&amp;nbsp; That turned out to be fine as there was enough time to see everything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So... how was it?&amp;nbsp; Overall aiyo it was&amp;nbsp;scorching HOT!&amp;nbsp; Genting has the advantage in its cool weather.&amp;nbsp; Not easy&amp;nbsp;to enjoy yourself when you're melting from the heat!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK the park now... it was pretty small and there weren't all that many attractions.&amp;nbsp; My personal opinion is&amp;nbsp;the props looked a bit cheap - expected more since&amp;nbsp;Universal Studios is&amp;nbsp;a known brand.&amp;nbsp; Of course we have to skip most rides (which is fine&amp;nbsp;by this&amp;nbsp;scaredy-cat mummy).&amp;nbsp; Hubby went for one&amp;nbsp;while I waited with Jo Ern. &amp;nbsp;I looked at the after-ride photo and&amp;nbsp;had to&amp;nbsp;laugh at his extremely-tense face!&amp;nbsp; He tried to persuade me to ride as well but no way I was going to torture myself hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Li1Zkn4-UUY/Td3S5_lR6lI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vnNkekybi-Y/s1600/baby110j.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Li1Zkn4-UUY/Td3S5_lR6lI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vnNkekybi-Y/s400/baby110j.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone took picture with this yellow&amp;nbsp;car so we also take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1m_TmOTqHtw/Td3S8w4RLtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wqhnm0JRITk/s1600/baby110k.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1m_TmOTqHtw/Td3S8w4RLtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wqhnm0JRITk/s400/baby110k.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy!&amp;nbsp; There's a funny-looking person up there!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r56WZ51moas/Td3TALU3BzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/J90nofNmqYA/s1600/baby110l.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r56WZ51moas/Td3TALU3BzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/J90nofNmqYA/s400/baby110l.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, there a funny-looking person here too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtP6bisdvWY/Td3TDVcTLtI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ulq_2N2dY-U/s1600/baby110m.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtP6bisdvWY/Td3TDVcTLtI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ulq_2N2dY-U/s320/baby110m.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, this wasn't the ride Papa went on.&amp;nbsp;His wasn't so scary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day pass wasn't cheap at SGD66, I was determined to go on all possible attractions.&amp;nbsp; But by 2pm I couldn't take the heat anymore&amp;nbsp;and gave up.&amp;nbsp; We had lunch and went back to the hotel room for a shower and&amp;nbsp;snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIv8TQUZJxw/Td3TIGITzzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/UCky6KAd6qs/s1600/baby110o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIv8TQUZJxw/Td3TIGITzzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/UCky6KAd6qs/s400/baby110o.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This place, I tell you, is full of strange people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKfAgsqfD6s/Td3TLWfh15I/AAAAAAAAAkM/CkZTyV_do88/s1600/baby110q.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKfAgsqfD6s/Td3TLWfh15I/AAAAAAAAAkM/CkZTyV_do88/s400/baby110q.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange animals too.&amp;nbsp; And their eggs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We resurfaced at 5pm and ahhh&amp;nbsp;it was MUCH cooler.﻿&amp;nbsp; Should have gone into hiding earlier and come out earlier!&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed the shows at Shrek and walked around until the park closed at 7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFk4mfH8a98/Td3TPNy0RHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/P5tPrxTBvpc/s1600/baby110r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFk4mfH8a98/Td3TPNy0RHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/P5tPrxTBvpc/s400/baby110r.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things here are quite cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xqTNuPXtHM/Td3TSmWkKOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/2nH52JnXQW8/s1600/baby110s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xqTNuPXtHM/Td3TSmWkKOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/2nH52JnXQW8/s400/baby110s.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK took a lot of pictures already. Can we go back now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7527353134814961783?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7527353134814961783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/universal-studios.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7527353134814961783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7527353134814961783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/universal-studios.html' title='Universal Studios'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XUU24Tg1c4/Td3S02T22ZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cKfYxLNoJjk/s72-c/baby110f.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6339405992519586165</id><published>2011-05-25T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:28:31.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jo Ern had her first overseas trip last weekend.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; It was quite a breeze, really.&amp;nbsp; First I had wondered how on earth she was going to get her photo taken for the passport.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't sit still on command and how to get her to tilt/straighten&amp;nbsp;her head as required? But&amp;nbsp;she was&amp;nbsp;so good during the&amp;nbsp;photo shoot&amp;nbsp;that it took no time at all!&amp;nbsp; Then hubby took her to the immigration office and managed to get her passport done very quickly.&amp;nbsp; He thinks he fluffed up&amp;nbsp;part of the procedure but luckily they give priority&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;small children.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So it was all systems go!&amp;nbsp; I brought along 5 portions of Jo Ern's food in a&amp;nbsp;Coleman insulated box&amp;nbsp;- 2 for the day and 3 taken directly from the freezer.&amp;nbsp; The 6th was Cerelac which can be just mixed&amp;nbsp;with water.&amp;nbsp; Also brought cheese, a portion of oats for breakfast&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;sticks of celery for her to munch in the car.&amp;nbsp; I had actually planned more food, but ditched some&amp;nbsp;in view of&amp;nbsp;her recent poor appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With hubby's driving, we reached the Johore checkpoint in 2h 45mins.&amp;nbsp; Then we stopped for lunch at the Plus highway stop.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern surprised me by eating her food without fuss.&amp;nbsp; Wow, first time in WEEKS!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From the Tuas causeway, getting to Sentosa was fast and easy.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at Festive hotel... hmm I'd expected a bigger room from the photos on the net.&amp;nbsp; Ah well, it was still a nice room.&amp;nbsp; There was a king-sized bed, a sofa bed and a cozy single bed up a ladder.&amp;nbsp; I'd have happily slept on this bed if I'd come alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QkmmHEmjMM/Td3GO16WpaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nyqgqv-qn2A/s1600/baby110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QkmmHEmjMM/Td3GO16WpaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nyqgqv-qn2A/s400/baby110.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello hello! I am&amp;nbsp;way up here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vw4Ph9M_NIA/Td3GSU9ICrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iIldhCGDb40/s1600/baby110e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vw4Ph9M_NIA/Td3GSU9ICrI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iIldhCGDb40/s400/baby110e.jpg" t8="true" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I climb up myself?&amp;nbsp;OK must wait until I'm bigger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kky2ckjN8YI/Td3GpcV74nI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TzdLXmR0580/s1600/baby110a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kky2ckjN8YI/Td3GpcV74nI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TzdLXmR0580/s400/baby110a.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pom-pom in the sink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hotel guests get&amp;nbsp;a complimentary monorail pass.&amp;nbsp; Just nice as we'd arranged to meet hubby's relatives at Vivo City.&amp;nbsp; We had a nice duck&amp;nbsp;dinner (forgot name of shop) and Jo Ern ate up&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;meal without fuss again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;hungry -&amp;nbsp;it's hard to keep to her normal meal-times when travelling.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's the secret to getting her to eat her food!&amp;nbsp; She had her first bottle of Vitagen which she ﻿loved and sucked up in double-quick time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTaudg5vdcg/Td3Qn7hsSSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/V52X9oKEcT8/s1600/baby110c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTaudg5vdcg/Td3Qn7hsSSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/V52X9oKEcT8/s400/baby110c.jpg" t8="true" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is what an MRT is.&amp;nbsp; Not bad, not bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v77XGbJH724/Td3GhHhTZCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bV4ZQuwRvZc/s1600/baby110b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v77XGbJH724/Td3GhHhTZCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bV4ZQuwRvZc/s400/baby110b.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the harbour. Pardon my&amp;nbsp;grumpy face, I was&amp;nbsp;a bit hungry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0w0cFZd5kM/Td3Sl7qg5SI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4NjPgoWG1Yk/s1600/baby110d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0w0cFZd5kM/Td3Sl7qg5SI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4NjPgoWG1Yk/s400/baby110d.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy said, if I were bigger I could go play in this fountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿There was a sounds/light/water show at the 'Lake of dreams' that night.&amp;nbsp; Quite good especially since it was free.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern was tired out and&amp;nbsp;KO-ed already in her stroller.&amp;nbsp;Oh the day wasn't yet over for hubby.&amp;nbsp; He visited the casino where he won some S$. &amp;nbsp;Next day, Universal Studios!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-6339405992519586165?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/6339405992519586165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/trip-to-singapore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6339405992519586165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6339405992519586165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/trip-to-singapore.html' title='Trip to Singapore'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QkmmHEmjMM/Td3GO16WpaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nyqgqv-qn2A/s72-c/baby110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7129790139894237553</id><published>2011-05-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:50:49.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgnw1KpZU10/TdS6lWuhPTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mhRU-Rl9-PQ/s1600/baby108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgnw1KpZU10/TdS6lWuhPTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mhRU-Rl9-PQ/s400/baby108.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got&amp;nbsp;bit of oats everywhere. Never mind, papa is&amp;nbsp;bathing me soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When the going gets tough, the tough get going.&amp;nbsp; Of course not a really 'tough' approach or Jo Ern would just start crying and there goes any chance of slipping anything down the hatch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Currently relying on the following tactics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Letting her dip another spoon (plus her hands too!) into the food.&amp;nbsp; Might as well let her play with the food&amp;nbsp;since otherwise it would&amp;nbsp;go into the bin.&amp;nbsp; Managed to feed her quite a bit&amp;nbsp;in the meantime.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; It gets pretty messy though!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes she runs her food-covered fingers through her hair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Bringing different containers for her to dip her hands in, fill some with water. While she's busy playing, slip food into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Using chopsticks instead of a spoon for noodles. She waved the spoon away but accepted feeding from chopsticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeding her with various spoons. Each spoon only 'works' a few times. This tactic doesn't work anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRc_3gER4L0/TdS6MSD_axI/AAAAAAAAAjU/5JG0T9VReK4/s1600/baby108A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRc_3gER4L0/TdS6MSD_axI/AAAAAAAAAjU/5JG0T9VReK4/s400/baby108A.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What? Little bit messy only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hubby thinks I'm spoiling her and&amp;nbsp;making things difficult for later.&amp;nbsp; But my&amp;nbsp;priority is to get&amp;nbsp;food&amp;nbsp;into the kid.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And these tactics do work, sort of.&amp;nbsp; She's eating SOME (maybe&amp;nbsp;half to 3/4 of her usual portion) food&amp;nbsp;compared to&amp;nbsp;NONE.&amp;nbsp; Teaching of&amp;nbsp;good habits can wait till when she's eating normally!&amp;nbsp; *fingers crossed that happens soon*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7129790139894237553?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7129790139894237553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/creative-feeding.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7129790139894237553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7129790139894237553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/creative-feeding.html' title='Creative feeding'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgnw1KpZU10/TdS6lWuhPTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mhRU-Rl9-PQ/s72-c/baby108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6412332167196492531</id><published>2011-05-15T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:16:44.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No food, please</title><content type='html'>Jo Ern... don't keep making up new challenges for Mummy, can or not?&amp;nbsp; I actually woke up thinking longingly of the days when I&amp;nbsp;sent 2 portions of food with her&amp;nbsp;every morning!&amp;nbsp; These days it's VERY difficult getting her to eat anything.&amp;nbsp; She shakes her head even before tasting the first spoonful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do some skillful spoon piloting and&amp;nbsp;sneak&amp;nbsp;the food into her mouth, she spits it&amp;nbsp;immediately.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNiEMI_Bqo8/Tc-bLsrIl4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Qo1qe4k-9Ws/s1600/baby108A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNiEMI_Bqo8/Tc-bLsrIl4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Qo1qe4k-9Ws/s400/baby108A.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is THIS?&amp;nbsp; Well whatever it is, I don't want any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought tangy tomatoes might tempt her, but no, bolognaise sauce was rejected.&amp;nbsp; Likewise cheesy pasta, and steamed silky eggs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All my&amp;nbsp;painstakingly-planned-n-prepared&amp;nbsp;food...&amp;nbsp;straight from her plate to the dustbin.&amp;nbsp; Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Luckily she&amp;nbsp;is fine with&amp;nbsp;milk so she&amp;nbsp;gets 1 extra milk portion a day.&amp;nbsp; And she still likes cheese.&amp;nbsp; Looks like I just have to wait out this phase.&amp;nbsp; My no salt/no sugar/no seasoning&amp;nbsp;food&amp;nbsp;policy?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Out the window already.&amp;nbsp; As long as she eats SOMETHING, I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The photo?&amp;nbsp; Actually she's not looking in the bowl. She's thowing a little tantrum&amp;nbsp;not wanting to&amp;nbsp;eat her food. &amp;nbsp;Therefore CRYING into&amp;nbsp;that bowl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-6412332167196492531?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/6412332167196492531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-food-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6412332167196492531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6412332167196492531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-food-please.html' title='No food, please'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNiEMI_Bqo8/Tc-bLsrIl4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Qo1qe4k-9Ws/s72-c/baby108A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6889863440035148454</id><published>2011-05-09T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:42:59.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Tanjung Sepat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olheAMaidnw/TcjXkKr-riI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SY6yfsDKB9o/s1600/baby107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olheAMaidnw/TcjXkKr-riI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SY6yfsDKB9o/s400/baby107.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, behind me you can see some of the famous 'pow's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally Jo Ern gets to go somewhere besides Genting. :-)&amp;nbsp; This trip almost didn't happen as she developed fever the day before.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And my bro had already&amp;nbsp;decided not to go since Jensen was sick.&amp;nbsp; At least one person&amp;nbsp;couldn't make it on all subsequent weekends until my sister's due date.&amp;nbsp; Eventually we&amp;nbsp;decided to go since Jo Ern's temperature wasn't too high and as hubby said, we could easily drive back to KL&amp;nbsp;if necessary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't&amp;nbsp;set expectations too high and had a good time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We were typical tourists and visited the famous 'pow' shop, mushroom farm, birdsnest place,&amp;nbsp;Lover's bridge, chips factory, longan farm, small fish stall, dragon fruit farm.&amp;nbsp; It was funny... we would drive all the way to some stop, go in, comment that the things weren't that cheap/nice/special/fresh, yet happily come out with&amp;nbsp;bulging shopping bags!&amp;nbsp; I'm quite sure the owners make a killing since there were busloads of tourists who buy-buy-buy.&amp;nbsp; But it was good that&amp;nbsp;salespeople were&amp;nbsp;welcoming and were generous with samples.&amp;nbsp; My favourite place&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;the chips (keropok)&amp;nbsp;factory where products were fresh&amp;nbsp;and cheap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHBjmcs_Urc/TcjXsrzRAhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-v63KGsK51A/s1600/baby107b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHBjmcs_Urc/TcjXsrzRAhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-v63KGsK51A/s400/baby107b.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo only for illustration...you don't get to pick the passionfruit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jo Ern had mild fever on and off, which wasn't too bad. Her&amp;nbsp;'food strike' is continuing&amp;nbsp;though. Sigh. She only had half a portion of solids a day when she used to have two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while since we had a family holiday and oh, actually it's the first for Jo Ern. We stayed in a bungalow which was great as a base to chat, eat some of our loot, drink wine, smoke cigars etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obMAz1WvOl8/TcjX2oJJciI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xw68Mmzp28o/s1600/baby107c.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obMAz1WvOl8/TcjX2oJJciI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xw68Mmzp28o/s400/baby107c.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chilling out with Ah Kong on the patio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ML1atHn6_iI/TcjXvX0w6_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/MheK-g-7t24/s1600/baby107a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ML1atHn6_iI/TcjXvX0w6_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/MheK-g-7t24/s400/baby107a.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿Pom-pom in a pail since my bath-tub didn't come along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am looking forward to the next family holiday, though that will&amp;nbsp;have to wait&amp;nbsp;quite some time.&amp;nbsp; Then we will have two additions to the family, a new baby and maid.&amp;nbsp; Logistics would be a nightmare!&amp;nbsp; Hoo-hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-6889863440035148454?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/6889863440035148454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/trip-to-tanjung-sepat.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6889863440035148454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6889863440035148454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/trip-to-tanjung-sepat.html' title='Trip to Tanjung Sepat'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olheAMaidnw/TcjXkKr-riI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SY6yfsDKB9o/s72-c/baby107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7711891735254420010</id><published>2011-05-04T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:14:16.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picky picky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDBlVjvGbOg/TcEUAjO8iCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UOrWXrHqhMU/s1600/baby105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDBlVjvGbOg/TcEUAjO8iCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UOrWXrHqhMU/s400/baby105.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring on my meal-time entertainment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(Sigh) Meal-times with Jo Ern is getting challenging. She has always disliked fish, fine. Then she decided to dislike millet too. And then banana. And bread. And last week she rejected&amp;nbsp;practically all her tried-and-tested food. She would stick out her tongue to push food out. Luckily she likes cheese and one trick is to sneak spoonfuls of food into her while giving her her Edam cubes. The maid is also pretty patient and brings her toys to play, puts her on her car etc to distract her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have been busy&amp;nbsp;trying out new food to make her eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1. Red bean soup – I agonised over whether the sugar would be bad and decided it should be fine. Soaked the beans overnight, cooked them, added sago, let the whole thing cool and then pureed some for her. Gave her a spoonful and received her answer within one second…. BLEKK tongue out, food out. FAIL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Made her cheese pancakes.&amp;nbsp; BLEKK tongue out.&amp;nbsp; FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. Added Marmite to her porridge. Shake head, tongue out.&amp;nbsp; FAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4. Added ikan bilis. Tongue out.&amp;nbsp; FAIL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5. Pureed her food (she’d been fine with coarser textures for a while). Limited success… she still shakes her head and waves her hands to block the spoon, but at least she doesn’t go BLEKK once the food is in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;6. Fed her all kinds of food. Butter cake, durian, bread with&amp;nbsp;jam,&amp;nbsp;BLEKK. Ice-cream and biscuits OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I sure hope this is only a phase.&amp;nbsp; Paed measured her at the bottom 10% weight percentile (dropped since the last visit)&amp;nbsp;during her MMR vaccination&amp;nbsp;so I'm anxious that she doesn't drop even more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7711891735254420010?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7711891735254420010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/picky-picky.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7711891735254420010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7711891735254420010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/05/picky-picky.html' title='Picky picky'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDBlVjvGbOg/TcEUAjO8iCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UOrWXrHqhMU/s72-c/baby105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6185873108722455802</id><published>2011-04-27T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T02:19:41.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xz2OPfPfRg/TbfdUzSzZSI/AAAAAAAAAig/wdEJ6mjkLr4/s400/baby94.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throwing water everywhere and all over myself is really fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7YKBNPQgJE/TbfdiZbyW4I/AAAAAAAAAio/iH2azaLFvDs/s1600/baby103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7YKBNPQgJE/TbfdiZbyW4I/AAAAAAAAAio/iH2azaLFvDs/s400/baby103.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All&amp;nbsp;things with a lot of buttons to press MUST be played with by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hayd3Y04w5w/TbfdcSpUzlI/AAAAAAAAAik/Tzqojc2EclE/s1600/baby102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hayd3Y04w5w/TbfdcSpUzlI/AAAAAAAAAik/Tzqojc2EclE/s400/baby102.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woo hoo! Climbed up here all by myself! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just ordered a few toys online. In the meantime Jo Ern is quite happily entertaining herself. My house is so NOT baby-friendly. We have multiple staircases, lots of glass objects, exposed electrical equipment, a cream-coloured sofa, a big German Shepherd outside... heh. Of course, Jo Ern has no problem with any of these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-6185873108722455802?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/6185873108722455802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-entertainment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6185873108722455802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/6185873108722455802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-entertainment.html' title='Self entertainment'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xz2OPfPfRg/TbfdUzSzZSI/AAAAAAAAAig/wdEJ6mjkLr4/s72-c/baby94.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1089414716351425937</id><published>2011-04-25T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T02:22:47.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSlyWrXL83Y/TbU5Rb9XPBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Ofgdrq9JXEA/s1600/baby97A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSlyWrXL83Y/TbU5Rb9XPBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Ofgdrq9JXEA/s400/baby97A.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a car!&amp;nbsp; Got&amp;nbsp;this for my birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqsSx7qplLc/TbU5hlp1EXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/BNoUjhuhclY/s1600/baby97.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqsSx7qplLc/TbU5hlp1EXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/BNoUjhuhclY/s400/baby97.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops just now was sitting backwards.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; Now sit properly already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratch my head sometimes how to occupy Jo Ern.&amp;nbsp; After subtracting slots for sleeping, eating, bathing, carrying her around&amp;nbsp;etc,&amp;nbsp;there're still&amp;nbsp;quite some hours for playing.&amp;nbsp; I let her roam around and climb the stairs under supervision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eventually I find myself heading for the same toys&amp;nbsp;and wonder if it's boring to a small child.&amp;nbsp; Luckily she got new toys for her birthday.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should buy a few more.&amp;nbsp; What she definitely likes are to mess around with things like the dustbin, the broom, the drain cover, the insect spray... haha.&amp;nbsp; Dunno why the little one is especially attracted to things she SHOULDN'T be playing with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1089414716351425937?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1089414716351425937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-car.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1089414716351425937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1089414716351425937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-car.html' title='First car'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSlyWrXL83Y/TbU5Rb9XPBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Ofgdrq9JXEA/s72-c/baby97A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8733840159322044713</id><published>2011-04-21T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:02:46.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little inspector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qco41TmGtMY/Ta_vrMK9DPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3DjW9YsXkjM/s1600/baby100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qco41TmGtMY/Ta_vrMK9DPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3DjW9YsXkjM/s400/baby100.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho, this&amp;nbsp;one is reaching expiry date&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCkRMDQ-vXA/Ta_vu8UkicI/AAAAAAAAAiM/FGxcmEKLUuM/s1600/baby100a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCkRMDQ-vXA/Ta_vu8UkicI/AAAAAAAAAiM/FGxcmEKLUuM/s400/baby100a.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must check inside the big packets also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just need to keep Jo Ern occupied so that I can get things done.&amp;nbsp; I figured the&amp;nbsp;Maggi Mee cupboard was a relatively safe play-place.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Diligently,&amp;nbsp;packet by packet, she&amp;nbsp;took&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;out and put them on the floor.&amp;nbsp; The 'assam laksa'-flavoured ones were still in their&amp;nbsp;outer packaging.&amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;she got to work on them, took out&amp;nbsp;each packet and put it on the floor.&amp;nbsp; Hmm looks like&amp;nbsp;this little one can be quite meticulous!&amp;nbsp; Next I must teach her how to put things BACK.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8733840159322044713?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8733840159322044713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-inspector.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8733840159322044713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8733840159322044713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-inspector.html' title='Little inspector'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qco41TmGtMY/Ta_vrMK9DPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3DjW9YsXkjM/s72-c/baby100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-915345034487752048</id><published>2011-04-18T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:10:09.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3CTOl7gCjc/TavhzOn2dpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VhGW6PyhD_Y/s1600/baby101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3CTOl7gCjc/TavhzOn2dpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VhGW6PyhD_Y/s400/baby101.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My new teeth are at the top. Now I can BITE... arhmm!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Four TEETH already, I mean.&amp;nbsp; But the new top teeth are&amp;nbsp;much bigger than the two bottom ones.&amp;nbsp; And there's quite a large gap in between.&amp;nbsp; Hope this doesn't mean orthodontic braces in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-915345034487752048?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/915345034487752048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/four-already.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/915345034487752048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/915345034487752048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/four-already.html' title='Four already'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3CTOl7gCjc/TavhzOn2dpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/VhGW6PyhD_Y/s72-c/baby101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-9178160562516070957</id><published>2011-04-14T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:55:30.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Tai-ma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBrSLGepdV8/TaamyzjzODI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0s42J34ViHI/s1600/baby99.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBrSLGepdV8/TaamyzjzODI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0s42J34ViHI/s400/baby99.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;So many people here. Tai-ma must have had a lot of friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday was&amp;nbsp;the funeral of&amp;nbsp;my grandmother, or Jo Ern's Tai-ma (great-grandmother) in Taiping.&amp;nbsp; There goes the last of my grandparents.&amp;nbsp; I find her passing&amp;nbsp;a sobering reminder that death is inevitable.&amp;nbsp; But she lived till 96, a good long life.&amp;nbsp; She was&amp;nbsp;reasonably healthy until almost the very end and I'm glad she didn't suffer long then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We were exempted from&amp;nbsp;many of the rituals since we had a baby with us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;behaved very well though and actually&amp;nbsp;sat through one of the prayer sessions. Well ok, I was prepared with a celery stick for her and she just sat there without a peep&amp;nbsp;chewing on it!&amp;nbsp; No pictures since whipping out a camera didn't seem appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LX-pYOlIoxE/TaaoQ4NhGqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vAZWn2xuSEw/s1600/baby99a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LX-pYOlIoxE/TaaoQ4NhGqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vAZWn2xuSEw/s400/baby99a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time for my lunch&amp;nbsp;but this bread will do since Mummy is busy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;For the wake that night, attendees were served&amp;nbsp;peanuts, red bean soup, barley-gingko and vegetarian curry mee.&amp;nbsp; Hmm rather sumptuous food, no?&amp;nbsp; But an uncle told me this is quite common these days.&amp;nbsp; I guess&amp;nbsp;people needed more sustenance&amp;nbsp;since prayers went on till midnight.&amp;nbsp; Goodbye and RIP, grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBGuTa3LRvc/TaanblHvryI/AAAAAAAAAh0/j_xm_gUX3Ko/s1600/baby99b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBGuTa3LRvc/TaanblHvryI/AAAAAAAAAh0/j_xm_gUX3Ko/s400/baby99b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody brought&amp;nbsp;my bath-tub... lucky got&amp;nbsp;this pail to pom-pom in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-9178160562516070957?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/9178160562516070957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye-to-tai-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9178160562516070957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/9178160562516070957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye-to-tai-ma.html' title='Goodbye to Tai-ma'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBrSLGepdV8/TaamyzjzODI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0s42J34ViHI/s72-c/baby99.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3971493406428238146</id><published>2011-04-11T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:31:42.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle, but not all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PT-hhu01JhE/TaLIUzrnDEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/bv-85s__zNQ/s1600/baby98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PT-hhu01JhE/TaLIUzrnDEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/bv-85s__zNQ/s400/baby98.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I climb up the stairs, wheee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern has been branded the 'good' kid, which is mainly in comparison with her 2-weeks-older cousin Jensen.&amp;nbsp; At her birthday celebration recently, my aunt said she was really 'gentle' and feminine.&amp;nbsp; Well that's coz Jensen was screeching away at the time while Jo Ern was going 'ai yaaa' softly.&amp;nbsp; But I find she can be quite a handful too.&amp;nbsp; Especially now when she can&amp;nbsp;move, stand and climb.&amp;nbsp; And she will cry loudly when prevented from doing what she wants.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlMWtx6safM/TaLIkwSiLYI/AAAAAAAAAho/PNlf_Moeljs/s1600/baby98A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlMWtx6safM/TaLIkwSiLYI/AAAAAAAAAho/PNlf_Moeljs/s320/baby98A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna SIT in this chair... wanna STAND!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TOL5x2eN8uw/TaLJBHcxa7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Pw1-ufQXQHs/s1600/baby98B.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TOL5x2eN8uw/TaLJBHcxa7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Pw1-ufQXQHs/s320/baby98B.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna SIT, don't WAAAANT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she got her way eventually... as usual.&amp;nbsp; Err when should discipline for babies start??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3971493406428238146?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3971493406428238146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/gentle-but-not-all-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3971493406428238146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3971493406428238146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/gentle-but-not-all-time.html' title='Gentle, but not all the time'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PT-hhu01JhE/TaLIUzrnDEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/bv-85s__zNQ/s72-c/baby98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3755910669661196110</id><published>2011-04-06T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T01:54:59.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1jVyQJi1lk/TZ7NCXvRXsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lJXoP9X4KLs/s1600/baby96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1jVyQJi1lk/TZ7NCXvRXsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lJXoP9X4KLs/s320/baby96.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get new&amp;nbsp;toys today&amp;nbsp;coz it's my birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Has it been a whole year with little Jo Ern?? My precious girl turns one today! It feels like a blink of an eye. Other times I think, all this time and Jo Ern is still only a baby. I'm happy with that though. Here's to many more happy years together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to those who send baby to a full-time babysitter, but I wouldn't have missed Jo Ern's first year for the world. Hubby had suggested that option which is common practice on his side of the family. Then there would have been no disruption to our schedules, no crazy daily commuting&amp;nbsp;between our house and my parents' at different ends of the city, no need for a maid, no sleepless nights tending to a bawling sick baby.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But there would also have been less time with our cutie-pie, less bonding, less joy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't be able to look over any time of the night and see my little daughter.&amp;nbsp; For me personally, it's&amp;nbsp;no contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the birthday girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skills seem to come all at once to Jo Ern. One day she can't do&amp;nbsp;something and the next day, she's doing it fine. She can drink from a sippy cup after weeks of coughing on the water flow. Last night she suddenly could climb DOWN the stairs (*faint*). She has been happily wobbling her way up for quite some time now. She also extends her arms to be carried, which makes people melt and carry her&amp;nbsp;more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speech&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She 'talks' a lot! Her favourite words are 'ai yakk, ah WAKK, ah BEHH, ah DEHH, ah VEHH'. Seems to be practising her consonents, heh. She loves holding objects to her ear and going 'Ai YAKK!! Ai YAKK!!'. Funny, we don't use the phone THAT much... (or do we? :) ) Ah Mah says she's 'calling her friend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so scaredy-cat already! She allows more people to carry her. Good thing she does get over her fears eventually.&amp;nbsp; Like she used to be terrified of the green rocking horse at my parents' place, now she rocks on it like a pro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just over 8kg. A full kilo away from the 'standard' of doubling birth weight by the first birthday. The paedi recommended to add butter, cheese and oils to her diet. I am, sparingly and slowly... don't want her to develop a taste for fatty stuff and having a weight problem later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started preparing a 'breakfast' of veg soup or oats+fruit, but she got sick shortly after and breakfast mostly ended up in the bin. She's back to two solids a day. But she has bread, sometimes with cheese, in the morning. She gets some food at dinner time too. I'm not up to speed on that yet though - it's ideally something she can eat by herself. Baby biscuits are too sweet and I hesitate to give her bread too often. Sometimes she has oats but then the maid would have to feed her in between her own meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up in anticipation whenever she sees others eating. Then she comes over and loudly insists on having some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still being breastfed. I'm thinking of what formula to start her on. Maybe soy milk or Pediasure because of the stories surrounding cow's milk. Then again, cow's milk is supposed to result in bigger bones and Jo Ern has a small frame, so maybe a round or two of cow's milk might do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rest at two, finally the third tooth is peeking out. Probably THAT was why she was waking up so many times at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is playful and giggles a lot when she's happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurgles with laughter when chased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefers Mummy over Papa at the moment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3755910669661196110?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3755910669661196110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year-old-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3755910669661196110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3755910669661196110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year-old-today.html' title='One year old today!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1jVyQJi1lk/TZ7NCXvRXsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lJXoP9X4KLs/s72-c/baby96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2483379315062400595</id><published>2011-04-03T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:33:39.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYUV5H9FEb0/TZk9YnNbVZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qr6Ig2maHwM/s1600/baby95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYUV5H9FEb0/TZk9YnNbVZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qr6Ig2maHwM/s400/baby95.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAKE!&amp;nbsp; Want some, want some now!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For Jo Ern's first birthday, we had the celebration with family&amp;nbsp;at home. Home is still best for&amp;nbsp;babies&amp;nbsp;since they can move around and do their&amp;nbsp;thing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The plan was to take-away 'poon choy'&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;buy&amp;nbsp;the cake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;only need to cook rice and&amp;nbsp;veg, make fruit tea and jelly, and&amp;nbsp;open some munchies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Good plan, right?&amp;nbsp; Nice and stress-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my guests started arriving at 5 o'clock!!&amp;nbsp; We had gone to Tesco and&amp;nbsp;tired-out hubby was having a nap, I was&amp;nbsp;sweaty from sorting out the chicken and squid, the maid was&amp;nbsp;cleaning the fish, Jo Ern hadn't been fed nor changed, the fruit tea hadn't been&amp;nbsp;popped into the fridge... And the people arriving straight from Taiping needed the toilet, some food, drink and a shower.&amp;nbsp; It was a hot day and&amp;nbsp;there was a total of 11 people in the house who needed showers!&amp;nbsp; Suddenly&amp;nbsp;I was flooded with queries on&amp;nbsp;which bathroom to use, how to switch on the water, where to get some drinking water, whether&amp;nbsp;the mugs can be used... and requests for towels, hanky, comb, biscuits, a spoon, tissue, cotton wool/wet wipes&amp;nbsp;etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Haha so much for stress-free!&amp;nbsp; What happened was my grandmother wasn't well and&amp;nbsp;everyone went to visit her in Taiping.&amp;nbsp; My mother decided last-minute to stay on there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the&amp;nbsp;glitches, things went on well.&amp;nbsp; Chek chek (my uncle)'s gang&amp;nbsp;arrived at a more decent time and hubby went off with my father to collect the 'poon choy'.&amp;nbsp; There was a moment of worry when the thing&amp;nbsp;looked too small to feed everyone.&amp;nbsp; Looks deceive... the basin was packed.&amp;nbsp; Pretty fun searching&amp;nbsp;and digging for stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MztAtCoa3UE/TZlDCtvKBaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jrXaaz5-DXs/s1600/baby95b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MztAtCoa3UE/TZlDCtvKBaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jrXaaz5-DXs/s320/baby95b.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The basin with all kinds of good stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wanted some pictures of Jo Ern with&amp;nbsp;the cake but she was busy trying to grab it.&amp;nbsp; She did succeed&amp;nbsp;when I was distracted for a while. But as everyone said, it's&amp;nbsp;HER cake so it's ok!&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday, my little one!&amp;nbsp; I plan to have another small celebration for her actual birthday on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbYOfH7vqeU/TZlC4gobuhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/E-bIoG6TWeY/s1600/baby95a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbYOfH7vqeU/TZlC4gobuhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/E-bIoG6TWeY/s320/baby95a.JPG" width="320" /&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/1794420325368971143-2483379315062400595?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2483379315062400595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2483379315062400595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2483379315062400595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost-one.html' title='Almost one!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYUV5H9FEb0/TZk9YnNbVZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qr6Ig2maHwM/s72-c/baby95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-725060750344084781</id><published>2011-03-31T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:32:58.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sleepy yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmqTOrx5tQk/TZL4S36P39I/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ekg58h8GViQ/s1600/baby92.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmqTOrx5tQk/TZL4S36P39I/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ekg58h8GViQ/s400/baby92.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy... I'm not sleepy yet. See, I can still do funny things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mynuobc5-5E/TZL4bW_RGfI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EnVlIi6_FJ4/s1600/baby92a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mynuobc5-5E/TZL4bW_RGfI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EnVlIi6_FJ4/s400/baby92a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See?&amp;nbsp; Can do funny face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckQuG8yRHPI/TZL4mDiwcoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/71Q7LZJRFT0/s1600/baby92b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckQuG8yRHPI/TZL4mDiwcoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/71Q7LZJRFT0/s400/baby92b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh fine, I'll just stand up&amp;nbsp;and nibble away at this bar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't an easy task getting Jo Ern to sleep.&amp;nbsp; She will pick play over sleep almost any time.&amp;nbsp; Luckily my maid Lina has the patience to pat and pat her&amp;nbsp;until she falls asleep.&amp;nbsp; That can sometimes takes 20mins or so.&amp;nbsp; If it were me, I start getting leg cramp or back itch after 5 mins hehe.&amp;nbsp; I do succeed sometimes... then I pray she sleeps longer than the time I took to pat her!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of sleep, she wasn't sleeping well when she had a blocked nose and&amp;nbsp;I had to nurse her to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately that pattern seems to be staying.&amp;nbsp; Last night she woke at 12, 2 and 5am.&amp;nbsp; I had tried to just pat her but she&amp;nbsp;wasn't having any of that.&amp;nbsp; Couple of nights ago,&amp;nbsp;she screamed blue murder for an hour until she got her milk!&amp;nbsp; For now I'm taking the easy way out and just giving her milk when she wakes.&amp;nbsp; No energy to fight with this little one in the middle of the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-725060750344084781?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/725060750344084781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-sleepy-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/725060750344084781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/725060750344084781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-sleepy-yet.html' title='Not sleepy yet'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmqTOrx5tQk/TZL4S36P39I/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ekg58h8GViQ/s72-c/baby92.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-2928342051454264308</id><published>2011-03-28T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T05:42:46.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgApVuhs3iM/TZCBHaZyhHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/VTWjG_ALD_Y/s400/baby93a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey what's this food on our table?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0CoLrC-ac7o/TZCAoCkG5II/AAAAAAAAAgw/JOoZTTS939M/s1600/baby93.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0CoLrC-ac7o/TZCAoCkG5II/AAAAAAAAAgw/JOoZTTS939M/s400/baby93.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want some, I want some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jo Ern used to have to&amp;nbsp;just wait&amp;nbsp;when we ate out.&amp;nbsp; Lately she's been&amp;nbsp;getting&amp;nbsp;some food as well, which definitely&amp;nbsp;suits her better.&amp;nbsp; That does mean I have to order something suitable -&amp;nbsp;soupy noodles instead of&amp;nbsp;those tossed in&amp;nbsp;salty sauce, Big Breakfast at McD so she can have the scrambled eggs , pau at dim sum so she can have the skin.&amp;nbsp; I try not to give her highly-seasoned&amp;nbsp;food lest she expects 'tasty' food for her meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first time we went for buffet and she could actually have something from, I was just snickering away at the additional value for money we were getting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And that time&amp;nbsp;she could only have watermelon and boiled egg yolks from the nasi lemak.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guess it would be worth taking Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;to buffets for quite a few more years!&amp;nbsp; Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-2928342051454264308?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/2928342051454264308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/eating-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2928342051454264308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/2928342051454264308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/eating-out.html' title='Eating out'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgApVuhs3iM/TZCBHaZyhHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/VTWjG_ALD_Y/s72-c/baby93a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1324637981959993122</id><published>2011-03-20T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:18:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antibiotics 3</title><content type='html'>While chalking up&amp;nbsp;Genting trips is fine, chalking up doses of&amp;nbsp;antibiotics is not. :(&amp;nbsp; This time it was Cefdiel as paed said better avoid too much &lt;a href="http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-already.html"&gt;Augmentin&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern tends to have high fevers when she is sick.&amp;nbsp; For a breastfed baby, isn't she supposed to be tougher?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hCPm1nO1OEE/TYbbqMeaGjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6hYMCpc5mtk/s1600/baby91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hCPm1nO1OEE/TYbbqMeaGjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6hYMCpc5mtk/s400/baby91.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh yeah, I was sick last week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bCbbQLcWMMM/TYbczcrSbUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S4dlf1_wKYw/s1600/baby91a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bCbbQLcWMMM/TYbczcrSbUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S4dlf1_wKYw/s400/baby91a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm ok already now. SEE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was nights of limited sleep for me while I kept checking her temperature.&amp;nbsp; Then it was off to the paed.&amp;nbsp; At least&amp;nbsp;I could rest easier once she was on antibiotics.&amp;nbsp; BUT... after that she developed a blocked nose, couldn't sleep at night and&amp;nbsp;screamed a lot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I thought I was already sleep-deprived!&amp;nbsp; Please don't get sick too often, ok Jo Ern?&amp;nbsp; Mummy needs her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she's recovered now.&amp;nbsp; It was exhausting at the time, but recalling now&amp;nbsp;the image of her sitting up&amp;nbsp;in the dark screaming at the top of her little lungs... I actually think&amp;nbsp;that was&amp;nbsp;cute and feel a rush of affection for my baby.&amp;nbsp; Hehe&amp;nbsp;I must&amp;nbsp;still not be thinking too clearly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1324637981959993122?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1324637981959993122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/antibiotics-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1324637981959993122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1324637981959993122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/antibiotics-3.html' title='Antibiotics 3'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hCPm1nO1OEE/TYbbqMeaGjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6hYMCpc5mtk/s72-c/baby91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7678780383199924028</id><published>2011-03-17T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:05:01.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3anlNvd1t08/TYGNnyoLIBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9GY1ZIcoat0/s1600/baby90.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3anlNvd1t08/TYGNnyoLIBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9GY1ZIcoat0/s400/baby90.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A rare family photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So off we went to Genting AGAIN for&amp;nbsp;hubby's birthday.&amp;nbsp; We stayed the first night by&amp;nbsp;ourselves.&amp;nbsp; Hubby's guests&amp;nbsp;arrived the&amp;nbsp;second afternoon for whisky, snacks and chat in our suite and balcony.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dinner was at&amp;nbsp;Ming Ren, then back to the suite for more drinks and the badminton finals.&amp;nbsp; The ladies went off for some shopping&amp;nbsp;and returned&amp;nbsp;with 'yau char kwai' for supper.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Overall, a nice program indeed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well&amp;nbsp;I didn't go shopping since I was trying to feed Jo Ern who was having a screaming fit for some reason.&amp;nbsp; This one can be pretty&amp;nbsp;fierce!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She also 'insisted' on having&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;of the tapioca chips we were munching on.&amp;nbsp; Actually she had quite a few new foods this trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I figured the 1-year&amp;nbsp;salt/sugar ban is almost over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She tried cheese, yogurt, noodles, raw capsicum, grapes, aforementioned tapioca chips, vinegared potato strips.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and&amp;nbsp;some 'soon hock' at dinner - not bad eh, having this expensive fish when she's not even one? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BQZYn8WRAzg/TYGOxnXBsvI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ImFK6bS_4Kg/s1600/baby90d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BQZYn8WRAzg/TYGOxnXBsvI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ImFK6bS_4Kg/s400/baby90d.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grapes taste better if you pick your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get&amp;nbsp;some rides at the theme park.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;gave up&amp;nbsp;shortly since it&amp;nbsp;was the school holidays and queues were long.&amp;nbsp; It was nice just walking around in the cool weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RTcuJyQYISg/TYGOvPlvZeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0yIqJhsZFRU/s1600/baby90a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RTcuJyQYISg/TYGOvPlvZeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0yIqJhsZFRU/s400/baby90a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This bear is a few times bigger than me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We didn't walk around all that long.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But when I had a peek at the stroller,&amp;nbsp;Jo Ern was completely KO already.&amp;nbsp; Haha&amp;nbsp;the poor baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g8i5x1FOi_Y/TYGNqkgUNFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Je7PMk5QIVs/s1600/baby90b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g8i5x1FOi_Y/TYGNqkgUNFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Je7PMk5QIVs/s400/baby90b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;K.O. baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With babies, it's such a short period before the next meal&amp;nbsp;or nap time. We always plan to do this and that&amp;nbsp;after a leisurely breakfast ﻿and have to re-plan when we find Jo Ern looking real sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7678780383199924028?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7678780383199924028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/genting-trip-7.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7678780383199924028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7678780383199924028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/genting-trip-7.html' title='Genting trip 7'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3anlNvd1t08/TYGNnyoLIBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9GY1ZIcoat0/s72-c/baby90.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3652120321726581357</id><published>2011-03-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:00:01.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 6</title><content type='html'>I'd better just post this entry before our NEXT trip. &amp;nbsp;Jo Ern is actually sick right now but hopefully the antibiotics will work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aEKdofvIiqE/TXm29CynTiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7OPYVY58O1Q/s1600/baby88a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aEKdofvIiqE/TXm29CynTiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7OPYVY58O1Q/s400/baby88a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An apple?&amp;nbsp;I only have two teeth but I will try my best to eat it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So off we went to Genting again last weekend.&amp;nbsp; A quick overnight trip this time.&amp;nbsp;There wasn't much time to do anything so as usual we ate a lot and went to the theme park.&amp;nbsp; Confirmed Jo Ern is&amp;nbsp;afraid of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't the best hotel guests with Jo Ern around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I normally&amp;nbsp;feed her her solids on the bed.&amp;nbsp; She will&amp;nbsp;crawl around halfway through so the bedsheets end up with mashed peas and whatnot all over.&amp;nbsp; Then I use the towels to wipe her&amp;nbsp;so towels also end up with mashed peas and whatnot all over.&amp;nbsp;Then we leave the mess for housekeeping.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-L32rEKtqr_k/TXm3AJ6a0FI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rdb9CHFTs2g/s1600/baby89.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-L32rEKtqr_k/TXm3AJ6a0FI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rdb9CHFTs2g/s400/baby89.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa made this&amp;nbsp;fortress just for me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5cRGOAwGDLU/TXm3CWM4mCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PhqC6cTlFFw/s1600/baby89b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5cRGOAwGDLU/TXm3CWM4mCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PhqC6cTlFFw/s400/baby89b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wait, is he trapping me so I cannot&amp;nbsp;climb everywhere?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3652120321726581357?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3652120321726581357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/genting-trip-6.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3652120321726581357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3652120321726581357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/genting-trip-6.html' title='Genting trip 6'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aEKdofvIiqE/TXm29CynTiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7OPYVY58O1Q/s72-c/baby88a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-344728296297690270</id><published>2011-03-09T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T03:33:00.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got milk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cRxDP5fKtCE/TXchxdeyvqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Z-tCDAvq29U/s1600/baby88.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cRxDP5fKtCE/TXchxdeyvqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Z-tCDAvq29U/s400/baby88.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got my spoon ready. Wonder what&amp;nbsp;I will get to eat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So let me jot down how the sizeable stash of breastmilk in my freezer came about. Might come in handy to jog my memory should I have another baby heh. The main secret is... plenty of hard work and determination! My natural supply isn't bountiful by any means and I would regularly&amp;nbsp;panic&amp;nbsp;about not having enough.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Upon returning to work, I had stock of 20 portions of frozen milk.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;dropped to a low of 11 before rising again to a more comfortable level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On to the to-dos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1. Time control.&amp;nbsp;Yield is disproportionate to time - if 3 hours yield 3oz, 5 hours may only yield 4oz. So no dilly-dallying when it's time to pump! I would pump at 11.30am and 3pm in the office. Then I rush back home to pump at 6.30pm.&amp;nbsp; The other feeds are direct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2. Extension of point 1... waking&amp;nbsp;up in the middle of the night to pump.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern was sleeping 5-6 hours at a stretch so I figured I could squeeze one portion out&amp;nbsp;in the middle of that period.&amp;nbsp; Only worry was that&amp;nbsp;she would wake unusually early wanting milk!&amp;nbsp; It did happen a couple of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. Pump after baby has finished direct feed. This tells the body that more milk is needed, produce more next time please.&amp;nbsp; Each pumping only produced 5-10ml, but it adds up when supply is at critical level.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4. No 'supplementing' with formula allowed.&amp;nbsp; That tells the body that less milk is needed and&amp;nbsp;it will produce less accordingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5. Milkmaid tea, warm drinks and fenugreek&amp;nbsp;didn't seem to make any difference.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;6. After baby has graduated to solids, pump when baby is eating solids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That breastpump was practically&amp;nbsp;my bosom buddy at one stage!&amp;nbsp; I would remove the motor and store the rest in the fridge so it'd be available all the time.&amp;nbsp; Luckily Jo Ern appreciated my efforts, right?&amp;nbsp; Err, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMoFxQtxrpM/TWZd7EG4yVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/LGvCrfxG2es/s1600/baby86.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMoFxQtxrpM/TWZd7EG4yVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/LGvCrfxG2es/s400/baby86.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually... I don't like milk THAT much. Like this corn, it's nicer than milk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh..&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern does prefer food to milk.&amp;nbsp; Especially food that is NOT baby food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-344728296297690270?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/344728296297690270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/got-milk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/344728296297690270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/344728296297690270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/got-milk.html' title='Got milk?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cRxDP5fKtCE/TXchxdeyvqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Z-tCDAvq29U/s72-c/baby88.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-7733650568962579095</id><published>2011-03-03T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:30:37.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Ern and the Watermelon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DOEpSGzQC2U/TXBTeY4QlTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/daJ4rceBhlA/s1600/baby87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DOEpSGzQC2U/TXBTeY4QlTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/daJ4rceBhlA/s400/baby87.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowadays I cry when put down, so Mummy gave me this watermelon to play with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SapByRaf4Aw/TXBUr0RlDMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1n4gqm9gkPg/s1600/baby87a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SapByRaf4Aw/TXBUr0RlDMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1n4gqm9gkPg/s400/baby87a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still want to be carried.... (This watermelon is nice and big)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gdl00d1K2LE/TXBVeF6vfFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g6x9ipyvt_g/s1600/baby87b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Gdl00d1K2LE/TXBVeF6vfFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g6x9ipyvt_g/s400/baby87b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody&amp;nbsp;carry me please... (this watermelon is&amp;nbsp;quite fun to hold)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hOS0N4dyOrE/TXBXZe09V8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/FOl_XugRfwk/s1600/baby87c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hOS0N4dyOrE/TXBXZe09V8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/FOl_XugRfwk/s400/baby87c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carry me carry meeeee..... (I do like this watermelon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While she didn't let go of that watermelon, it didn't distract her at all!&amp;nbsp; This Jo Ern now cries the moment she is put down by herself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think&amp;nbsp;she is afraid of being abandoned.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The other day she was sitting at the front door watching Ah Kong and Justin koko get into the car to go out.&amp;nbsp; She was happily watching until the car backed&amp;nbsp;away.&amp;nbsp; Then she started crying away.&amp;nbsp; Aiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-7733650568962579095?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/7733650568962579095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/jo-ern-and-watermelon.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7733650568962579095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/7733650568962579095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/03/jo-ern-and-watermelon.html' title='Jo Ern and the Watermelon'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DOEpSGzQC2U/TXBTeY4QlTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/daJ4rceBhlA/s72-c/baby87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-708412040633692366</id><published>2011-02-26T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:08:41.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuhFfbI7PlE/TWJHZJY7DbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wGXnRiWoTno/s1600/baby85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuhFfbI7PlE/TWJHZJY7DbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wGXnRiWoTno/s400/baby85.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm beginning to like holidays!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿So off we went to Genting again since they called hubby to collect a gift before end-Feb.&amp;nbsp; It's&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;a conspiracy to get customers up there, of course!&amp;nbsp; Anyway since I happened to be&amp;nbsp;on leave, we got a room on Sunday when rates are much&amp;nbsp;lower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ern was a happy baby this time.&amp;nbsp; The moment&amp;nbsp;we arrived at the room, she was just chuckling away and playing around on the bed.&amp;nbsp; I think she's getting the hang of this thing called 'holiday'!&amp;nbsp; Hubby put her in the jacuzzi again.&amp;nbsp; (I am too lazy to&amp;nbsp;fill it up!)&amp;nbsp; She warmed up to it eventually and even sat by herself a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-miYUIadHWhs/TWJFil596iI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4AL7AEKLKtM/s1600/baby85d.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-miYUIadHWhs/TWJFil596iI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4AL7AEKLKtM/s400/baby85d.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of bubbling water but I am not scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to the theme park again with our annual pass.&amp;nbsp; Where Jo Ern&amp;nbsp;decided to be scared of clowns.&amp;nbsp; Previously she had waited patiently&amp;nbsp;for balloon animals from them but&amp;nbsp;this time, she was crying for such&amp;nbsp;a long time.&amp;nbsp; We tested her with a second clown and same reaction.&amp;nbsp; Poor girl seemed so traumatised!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjs4GlGUV7U/TWJGIJ9ImdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ga88-VgA1Xg/s1600/baby85c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjs4GlGUV7U/TWJGIJ9ImdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ga88-VgA1Xg/s400/baby85c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm what is this person doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BS849byI4E0/TWjcFCh9KzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RHt6F65f7_A/s1600/baby85f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BS849byI4E0/TWjcFCh9KzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RHt6F65f7_A/s400/baby85f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no it's a... a monster!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5FoxLdqrqwQ/TWjazNOaa7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/wmQk-7sk71k/s1600/baby85e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5FoxLdqrqwQ/TWjazNOaa7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/wmQk-7sk71k/s400/baby85e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waaaaa!&amp;nbsp; Sscared!&amp;nbsp; Mummyyyyyy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-708412040633692366?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/708412040633692366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/genting-trip-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/708412040633692366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/708412040633692366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/genting-trip-5.html' title='Genting trip 5'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuhFfbI7PlE/TWJHZJY7DbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wGXnRiWoTno/s72-c/baby85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3425513338603439377</id><published>2011-02-24T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T01:02:11.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skillz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKQApNeEhxc/TWJUIgj7HRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PDsH_I2srfk/s1600/baby83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKQApNeEhxc/TWJUIgj7HRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PDsH_I2srfk/s400/baby83.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See Mummy, I can stand!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Baby Jo Ern is well on the way to becoming a toddler.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is&amp;nbsp;crawling about now&amp;nbsp;(though I think it's cuter when she's zipping around flat&amp;nbsp;on her tummy!).&amp;nbsp; The other day, I left her in the living room while I went to wash her Avent cup.&amp;nbsp; Came back to see her head coming up&amp;nbsp;over&amp;nbsp;the 5th step leading to the dining area.&amp;nbsp; Almost gave me a heart attack - I didn't even know she could climb stairs and there she was at the top!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She can pull herself up to stand.&amp;nbsp; Her favourite place to check out is our coffee table where hubby typically has&amp;nbsp;placed some snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then she can open cupboards and drawers too.&amp;nbsp; She loves to rummage around and helps herself to whatever she finds interesting.&amp;nbsp; Found her at my kitchen drawer happily taking out my beehoon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_pCmU6_Ii4/TWJRCRCqkYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LJJqlHtTO8Y/s1600/baby83a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_pCmU6_Ii4/TWJRCRCqkYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LJJqlHtTO8Y/s400/baby83a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;things mummy keeps in&amp;nbsp;here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What I really like though,&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;when she comes over and leans her body or head on me.&amp;nbsp; Can't get enough of this&amp;nbsp;display of affection&amp;nbsp;at the moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3425513338603439377?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3425513338603439377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-skillz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3425513338603439377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3425513338603439377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-skillz.html' title='New skillz'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKQApNeEhxc/TWJUIgj7HRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PDsH_I2srfk/s72-c/baby83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-3428882948865039915</id><published>2011-02-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T02:44:32.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding Jo Ern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92vVN637DeM/TV8_j0H5wrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GONbrstYwyg/s1600/baby84b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92vVN637DeM/TV8_j0H5wrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GONbrstYwyg/s400/baby84b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum-mum time... what is everyone else eating?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A post now on a topic dear to me... food. :)&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern's approximate&amp;nbsp;feeding schedule after waking up&amp;nbsp;is milk, milk, food,&amp;nbsp;milk, food, milk.&amp;nbsp; Timing is about 2-3 hours apart, more if she has&amp;nbsp;a nap.&amp;nbsp; That takes her to evening, then it's milk and usually some fruit before bedtime.&amp;nbsp; She wakes up&amp;nbsp;once (ok&amp;nbsp;sometimes twice)&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;night for milk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She doesn't quite like milk now but luckily&amp;nbsp;we can just add unfinished milk&amp;nbsp;into the next solids feed.&amp;nbsp; Not going to waste any&amp;nbsp;breastmilk!&amp;nbsp; (Unfinished formula milk must be thrown away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Food-wise now.&amp;nbsp; I started with&amp;nbsp;steaming baby-friendly food, puree-ing&amp;nbsp;and freezing into cubes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then I mix and match the protein, carbo and veggie cubes for the day.&amp;nbsp; Now that she eats more, the required cubes don't fit into my Avent cups, what with all the spaces in between the cubes.&amp;nbsp; So I&amp;nbsp;cook porridge&amp;nbsp;and freeze directly in the Avent cups.&amp;nbsp; Porridge would be rice or millet, with minced pork and assorted veggies.&amp;nbsp; But wait... very few meals are identical.&amp;nbsp; Books say variety aren't important to a baby but who says variety is bad?&amp;nbsp; :) &amp;nbsp;I still do the cubes so a meal would be&amp;nbsp;basic porridge plus salmon and spinach cubes, or chicken and sweetcorn cubes, or sweet potato cubes,&amp;nbsp;etc.&amp;nbsp; And her two daily meals would be&amp;nbsp;different - if one is green, the other would be yellow/orange/white.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One thing though, all this baby food processing does take time.&amp;nbsp; I used to try new recipes or bake on weekends, now that time is&amp;nbsp;taken up by baby&amp;nbsp;food.&amp;nbsp;I don't make fixed quantities and some weekends we have places to go, so sometimes there is a glut of food and&amp;nbsp;sometimes a shortage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Protein - chicken, pork, fish, egg yolk&amp;nbsp;and most recently, beef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Carbo - brown&amp;nbsp;rice, potato, millet, oats, lentils, barley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Veggie - anything goes!&amp;nbsp; Most recently, onion and tomato &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDsTMdT2_Is/TV8_IMVYcoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/JEC723Vo0Yk/s1600/baby84a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDsTMdT2_Is/TV8_IMVYcoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/JEC723Vo0Yk/s320/baby84a.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Frozen food - seen here are millet, brown rice,&amp;nbsp;broccoli and pumpkin cubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQwQ9ijKEyQ/TV8-R_S3huI/AAAAAAAAAew/Jqoe4rzsYO0/s1600/baby84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQwQ9ijKEyQ/TV8-R_S3huI/AAAAAAAAAew/Jqoe4rzsYO0/s320/baby84.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Frozen milk in one-portion&amp;nbsp;servings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-3428882948865039915?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/3428882948865039915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/feeding-jo-ern.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3428882948865039915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/3428882948865039915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/feeding-jo-ern.html' title='Feeding Jo Ern'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92vVN637DeM/TV8_j0H5wrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GONbrstYwyg/s72-c/baby84b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1776120240443075701</id><published>2011-02-12T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:30:27.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang pows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSRc2gcRwtU/TVZLuHN_nBI/AAAAAAAAAek/wUJz-Q0cz28/s1600/baby82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSRc2gcRwtU/TVZLuHN_nBI/AAAAAAAAAek/wUJz-Q0cz28/s400/baby82.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;got all these angpows!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeBmUlmkWNI/TVZL8BKJoHI/AAAAAAAAAeo/s3GH2EaDii8/s1600/baby82a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeBmUlmkWNI/TVZL8BKJoHI/AAAAAAAAAeo/s3GH2EaDii8/s400/baby82a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see how much this che-che gave me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jo Ern is very good with angpows - she has been taking all that are offered!&amp;nbsp; I know many young kids don't accept a proffered angpow or some even run off.&amp;nbsp; Jo Ern looks at the sender a few seconds, looks down and takes the angpow, and eventually will put it into her mouth.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm her dress is on backwards.&amp;nbsp; Hubby put it on while I nipped out to the market.&amp;nbsp; I thought it looked a bit funny and later found the label was in front!&amp;nbsp; Hubby thinks buttons shouldn't be at the back...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1776120240443075701?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1776120240443075701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/ang-pows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1776120240443075701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1776120240443075701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/ang-pows.html' title='Ang pows'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSRc2gcRwtU/TVZLuHN_nBI/AAAAAAAAAek/wUJz-Q0cz28/s72-c/baby82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-8948755697131145889</id><published>2011-02-06T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:12:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU53I8_TtpI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4vQcOdn-aFU/s1600/baby81c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU53I8_TtpI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4vQcOdn-aFU/s400/baby81c.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I look nice in red?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This CNY I'm more excited than usual since it's Jo Ern's very first.&amp;nbsp;Bought a few dresses for her.&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;a week or so before, she started having&amp;nbsp;red spots on her face - rashes and mosquito bites. And there were new bites every day. Aiya, like that how to look pretty in all her new clothes? Luckily&amp;nbsp;Papa bought a mosquito repellant,&amp;nbsp;no new bites after that and my little model looked decent enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU54To8V6rI/AAAAAAAAAec/5bKBREKHl1Y/s1600/baby81a-crop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU54To8V6rI/AAAAAAAAAec/5bKBREKHl1Y/s320/baby81a-crop.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have an orange! But Mummy didn't let me eat coz&amp;nbsp;it has chemicals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For the first time, I was cooking reunion dinner.&amp;nbsp; The menu for 10:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Appetiser: Pai tee top-hats (my mum made the hats and the chilli sauce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Steamed fish with choy poh and garlic&lt;/div&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Prawns with wine&amp;nbsp;in claypot&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Roast chicken with dipping sauce&lt;br /&gt;5&amp;nbsp; Stir-fried mixed veg - broccoli, cauliflower, pumpkin, carrot and sweetpeas with&amp;nbsp;razor clams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Prepared by hubby)&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Lotus root-peanut-pork ribs soup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Contributed by guests)&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Yee sang from Eu Yan Sang&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Waxed meat rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Roast pork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;10. Lettuce wrap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Plenty of food! As usual,&amp;nbsp;quality was lower than normal with bulk cooking heh.&amp;nbsp;The fish&amp;nbsp;tipped over in the kuali and lost some of its topping, I completely forgot&amp;nbsp;the garnishing, the veg was slightly undercooked, the prawn was slightly overcooked by the time the fish was cooked... but overall, everything was edible, phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU6BYD5KUMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eIG4Pj7H4k0/s1600/baby81.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU6BYD5KUMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eIG4Pj7H4k0/s400/baby81.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the food&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Jo Ern can creep fast already and&amp;nbsp;was happily zipping about.&amp;nbsp; She enjoyed the extra attention from Koo-koo, Alicia che-che and Kingsley kor-kor.&amp;nbsp; And although she must cry at the sight of Dickson kor-kor, she just loves to look at him anyway.&amp;nbsp; Err... and then cry some more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU52sIFzs_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/GVHy_c6gknw/s1600/baby81b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU52sIFzs_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/GVHy_c6gknw/s320/baby81b.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I zip here, zip there in my little red dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-8948755697131145889?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/8948755697131145889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8948755697131145889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/8948755697131145889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-2010.html' title='CNY 2011'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TU53I8_TtpI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4vQcOdn-aFU/s72-c/baby81c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-4659971659076576029</id><published>2011-01-30T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:00:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New camera, Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TUUwzXGjrXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hKaXstMt-FI/s1600/baby80a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567910173246467442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TUUwzXGjrXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hKaXstMt-FI/s400/baby80a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This new camera can take nicer pictures of me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So hubby told me the day before he left for his Myanmar trip that he'd bought a new camera. As usual the purchase was in my absence coz otherwise I'd be nagging that my Sony Cybershot is still good, heh. Ah well, I'm rather fed-up that so many of my photos of Jo Ern turn out blur, especially the indoor shots. Got new camera also good la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then the day he returned, he called to say the camera had been stolen in KLIA. Aiyo I hadn't even seen it! Apparently his friends wanted to take a picture with the air stewardesses after the plane landed. Someone obviously noticed his spanking new camera then. He'd been so careful with it all over Myanmar too. There went the hundreds of shots taken on his holiday, just like that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now if it were MY camera that'd been stolen, I'd have sulked and refused to look at cameras for a while. Hubby leh, IMMEDIATELY went back to buy another one. Of the exact same model. This Canon is in between an auto and a DSLR in terms of functions and appearance. Must go play with it a bit...&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/1794420325368971143-4659971659076576029?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/4659971659076576029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-camera-take-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4659971659076576029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/4659971659076576029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-camera-take-two.html' title='New camera, Take Two'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TUUwzXGjrXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hKaXstMt-FI/s72-c/baby80a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-1608635385112855713</id><published>2011-01-25T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:18:58.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another haircut??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TT7esfGR-NI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FFg2TSYMIjM/s1600/baby78a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566131045319964882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TT7esfGR-NI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FFg2TSYMIjM/s400/baby78a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just take a little bit off the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was commenting to hubby last night that Jo Ern's hair is flat now, totally doesn't stand up any more. Then only he said he took her for a haircut that morning. Aiks she had a haircut barely two weeks ago! Hubby really wants her porcupine hair back. He actually asked the hairdresser to make it stand... luckily she refused to cut it that short haha. A crew cut definitely wouldn't look nice with the dresses I bought for her first CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better make sure hubby doesn't make these ad-hoc visits too often or my little girl will soon get mistaken for a little boy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1794420325368971143-1608635385112855713?l=lilporcupine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/feeds/1608635385112855713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-haircut.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1608635385112855713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794420325368971143/posts/default/1608635385112855713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilporcupine.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-haircut.html' title='Another haircut??'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338478372774666732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TT7esfGR-NI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FFg2TSYMIjM/s72-c/baby78a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794420325368971143.post-6300522697620050258</id><published>2011-01-23T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:44:37.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565634206318350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TT0a0pleUjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/MPyMl8HqtYk/s400/baby77.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corridor leading to the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565634718428891682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3nAYYXqcI4/TT0bSdWJCiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/c-wfwS1Fd1E/s400/baby77b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacuzzi beyond the bedroom. Nice stained glass window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Genting again?? Heh. Hubby still has platinum card status and Genting keeps giving free rooms and whatnot (privileges steadily decreasing since he doesn't spend enough time at the casino for their liking). So we take advantage now, while we can! We had a suite at Highlands hotel this time. I still think Genting is a good place for a holiday with a baby - not too far, cool weather, and ever
