While having breakfast with 2 of our close friends, Jaina was getting restless as she had finished her meal but mummy and daddy wants to SLOWLY enjoy theirs. So good friend W tried to entertain Jaina by teaching Jaina how to say something cute.
W taught Jaina to recite the following to us and her husband S and we all played along.
Jaina: Mummy, do you want coffee, tea or me?
Mummy: Oh! Definitely YOU!!
Jaina (grins): Daddy?
Daddy: Of course YOU!!
W: Ask Uncle S "What about you?"
Jaina: Uncle S, do you want tea or me?
S: Eh? What about coffee?
Jaina: No more coffee already.
All of us burst out laughing!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
JSTDT - Magic Word
This happened just last night as we were trying to help Jaina change into her PJs. As usual, Jaina was being difficult and not wanting to get changed so mummy turned off the TV and told her to get changed first.
The threat proved to be useful as Jaina got changed relatively quickly and promptly said, "Mummy, turn on the TV."
Mummy of course replied, "I didn't hear the magic word."
Jaina, trying to push her luck, said, "Turn on the TV."
Mummy persisted, "No magic word, no TV."
Jaina was thoughtful and dragged time, saying, "er...."
Refused to give in, mummy asked, "Well? What's the magic word?"
Jaina finally said, "Hocus Pocus!"
Daddy and mummy stared at each other!! Then daddy sniggered behind Jaina's back while mummy tried to keep a straight face. Mummy had to say, "Nope, wrong magic word. No TV."
Jaina no choice but said 'Per - lease!' very unwilling.
TV was turned back on but mummy was shaking head with daddy still sniggering...
The threat proved to be useful as Jaina got changed relatively quickly and promptly said, "Mummy, turn on the TV."
Mummy of course replied, "I didn't hear the magic word."
Jaina, trying to push her luck, said, "Turn on the TV."
Mummy persisted, "No magic word, no TV."
Jaina was thoughtful and dragged time, saying, "er...."
Refused to give in, mummy asked, "Well? What's the magic word?"
Jaina finally said, "Hocus Pocus!"
Daddy and mummy stared at each other!! Then daddy sniggered behind Jaina's back while mummy tried to keep a straight face. Mummy had to say, "Nope, wrong magic word. No TV."
Jaina no choice but said 'Per - lease!' very unwilling.
TV was turned back on but mummy was shaking head with daddy still sniggering...
Monday, December 01, 2008
Jaina Says The Darnest Things (JSTDT - T3 Posters)
Last night we went to the airport terminal 3 to send my aunt back as she came for my sis' wedding.For those who have walked along the corridor from the foodcourt to the carpark on level B2, you would notice the stretch of advertisement posters (in the form of shopping bags) on the wall. Jaina being a very observant and chatty girl, wanted to talk about them. The following is our exchange.
Jaina: Mummy, do you know why the bags are on the wall?
Wanting to encourage thinking and speech, mummy decides to not slam question.
Mummy: Hmm, why ARE the bags on the wall?
Jaina: Because (saying it importantly), they use glue.
Mummy: (suppressing laughter while daddy laughs away) I see...
Jaina continues walking without breaking a beat...
How not to love my girl?
Our Little-r Princess
This is terrible. For Jaina being our first born, we were naturally more excited about keeping this blog for her. Now that we have Shannon, it is terrible that we have been more slack about upkeeping this blog for Shannon too.
For those who have no idea yet, I popped 30 Oct 2008 another beautiful little-r princess. Why God gave us 2 beautiful girls tho we do not deserve them, I have no idea but remain deeply grateful.
I had a C-section done this time and it is against my preference but as my gynae says,"The baby is estimated to be rather big and considering you have had a procedure done just last Jan, it's not a good idea to try pushing and pushing and then may have to go for emergency C-section." Oh well, if the doc has no confidence, who am I to say otherwise yah?
So off to the theatre I go!! I must admit that I was feeling ok all the way up to the point where they put me in the push-bed and starting pushing me to the theatre. Either it's the watching of corridors light pass you by as they wheel you along, or the rough pushing of the bed that tiggered my motion sickness button, I started to feel sick...sick in the stomach sick. Of course by the time they reach the theatre level, Shawn had to remain outside and I was wheeled in to the many many people dressed in various colourful scrubs.
Something that I don't like but I understand it necessary is the constant questions. Mainly about my full name and what I am getting myself into. I guess they just want to make sure that they are NOT cutting up the wrong person!! And so after answering the 2nd question way too many times, I tried giving variation of the truth. I am telling you that not all medical staff have a sense of humour. What's their problem? I am the one being cut up lor!!
Truth be told, the medical staff are all very professional and very attentive. They talked to me after they have cleared me the top 2 favourite questions and we chatted a little while waiting for my gynae to come by. I was told to breathe deeply and the next thing I know, I was being wheeled back to room and I gathered I must have delivered (based on logic) as they no give me see my baby!!!
Recovering from the drugs is the worst part!! I was feeling sick and yet had to resist the urge to throw up as that might cause my wound to tear if I puke too hard. No way I'm going back to be stitch up if I can help it. My vision (even with glasses) was blurry and my head seemed to be screwed on wrong, a little too topsy-turvy. Considering I fasted from 2pm that same day, I was hungry but no mood to eat as I know I would have thrown out everything!! I hate that feeling. :(
The next morning, I felt tons better and could see my little-r princess clearer and just felt very blessed to survive it all!!
For those who have no idea yet, I popped 30 Oct 2008 another beautiful little-r princess. Why God gave us 2 beautiful girls tho we do not deserve them, I have no idea but remain deeply grateful.
I had a C-section done this time and it is against my preference but as my gynae says,"The baby is estimated to be rather big and considering you have had a procedure done just last Jan, it's not a good idea to try pushing and pushing and then may have to go for emergency C-section." Oh well, if the doc has no confidence, who am I to say otherwise yah?
So off to the theatre I go!! I must admit that I was feeling ok all the way up to the point where they put me in the push-bed and starting pushing me to the theatre. Either it's the watching of corridors light pass you by as they wheel you along, or the rough pushing of the bed that tiggered my motion sickness button, I started to feel sick...sick in the stomach sick. Of course by the time they reach the theatre level, Shawn had to remain outside and I was wheeled in to the many many people dressed in various colourful scrubs.
Something that I don't like but I understand it necessary is the constant questions. Mainly about my full name and what I am getting myself into. I guess they just want to make sure that they are NOT cutting up the wrong person!! And so after answering the 2nd question way too many times, I tried giving variation of the truth. I am telling you that not all medical staff have a sense of humour. What's their problem? I am the one being cut up lor!!
Truth be told, the medical staff are all very professional and very attentive. They talked to me after they have cleared me the top 2 favourite questions and we chatted a little while waiting for my gynae to come by. I was told to breathe deeply and the next thing I know, I was being wheeled back to room and I gathered I must have delivered (based on logic) as they no give me see my baby!!!
Recovering from the drugs is the worst part!! I was feeling sick and yet had to resist the urge to throw up as that might cause my wound to tear if I puke too hard. No way I'm going back to be stitch up if I can help it. My vision (even with glasses) was blurry and my head seemed to be screwed on wrong, a little too topsy-turvy. Considering I fasted from 2pm that same day, I was hungry but no mood to eat as I know I would have thrown out everything!! I hate that feeling. :(
The next morning, I felt tons better and could see my little-r princess clearer and just felt very blessed to survive it all!!
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