Month: May 2008

I’ve Got Fringe

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After 17 years of having “her” with me and finally I decided was forced to leave “her”. *sob* *sob*…that was my fringe.

Beginning the 4th month after delivery, I start noticing a tremendous fall of my hair.  I take it easily initial thinking that it would be back to normal soon.  Unfortunately, it didn’t and I’ve began to worry of the condition of my hair when seeing bulk of hairs (more than usual) after each hair wash and comb and start picking up hairs from my office chair. I can easily see my scalp where previously not. I went for hair tonic and zinc supplement (recommended by a pharmacist) hoping it would help. Blame it on the hormone imbalance and lack of nutrients. I’d stopped taking Spirulina after confinement due to laziness which I should since I’m still breastfeeding.

I went to the saloon yesterday to trim my hair shorter hoping it would reduce the problem. Least did I expect, the hair-dresser advised me to trim my fringe short for the time being until my hair condition improved. According to her, the long fringe contributes to the weight of my hair and causes it to fall easily. Furthermore, the pulling resulted from combing and tying make it worst. So without much thought she didn’t even give me time to think, I said bye bye to my long fringe. Now I looks like a weirdo and old lady. I can’t face my colleague….uwwaaaaa….Darling, Mommy, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.

Luckily Jonathan boy can still recognize me otherwise I would go back to the saloon, pick up my hair and stick it back.  Trying to console myself, I think for the benefit of hair and not making it worse, I rather look ugly now then having to put on a wig later. I have to also spend some money to pamper my hair at the saloon as recommended by the hair-dresser (hope she’s not trying to make money rather than helping me).

   

Why Mothers Are So Special

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An excerpt from an e-mail……
-Author Unknown-

Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, “I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.

She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.

She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.

She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote aquick note for the grocery store. She put both near her bag.

Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”   
“I’m on my way,” she said.

She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.

She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the basket, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack.

She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list.

She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he did…without another thought.

Jonathan…7 Months

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A follow-up from my post on Jonathan’s 6 months milestone, I would say it’s never too soon for babies to achieve new act. Jonathan boy can now sit up by himself from a crawling position. No signs of him crawling on all fours although he tend to lift himself with the support of his palm and feet. He is very good in combat crawl so now he will move around the living hall and at times got stuck underneath the stand fan or dining table. He is able to pull himself up with a support like sofa, baby cot, our legs but he don’t know how to sit back down on the floor yet. It surprises me when he does that as I thought this would only come next month.

So far, I’ve only given him cereal, apple, carrot, potato and porridge with fish. I’m doing it very slowly, giving him new food one at a time. He is gaining weight well so I guess I don’t have to be too eager and also due to his previous health condition.

Jonathan boy is very sticky to me probably because I’m still breastfeeding him so he knows mommy can always satify him. When others is carrying him and if sees me, he will be whining for me. Darling always say, “See…he wants you only.” Haha….Darling is being jealous. Nowadays, he disallowed us putting him in the baby cot. Probably he knows we are going to leave him playing alone so he cry for our companionship.

And he is definitely a demanding baby. When he can’t reach for the things he wants, he will whimper. If you snatch take away things in his hand, he will cry. I tried to teach him to play stacko and he refused because he didn’t want to let go the stacking block in his hand. I hope he has not learnt selfishness. Gotta teach him to share now.

You see…this boy dislike sitting on a potty. Another headache…

It’s Ratatouille and Year of Rat

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I could smell something rotten in the store room.

My MIL told me HE ate my biscuit on the table.

I found out that HE drank two boxes of milk, one box of soyamilk. HE ate Jonathan boy’s cereals.

Again, I found out that HE took the whole pack of Jonathan boy’s cereal and the plastic bag is no where to be found. HE ate the oats I just bought few days ago.

That’s it! I have to go after HIM.

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Tada!!! Gotcha!

Rat

This is the second time a rat came in to our house and moreover ate our food. The first rat was much bigger and he could jump up to the dining table and grab the whole loaf of bread. We couldn’t locate the rat so have to poison him and later saw him floating in the drain. Yucks!

This time, this rat is smaller. Darling knocked at all the racks in the store room and suddenly the rat jump out and both of us scared like mad (haha…now I know Darling is also afraid of rat). He knocked again and the rat ran out of the store room across my leg and hid behind the cabinet. Aaaaahhh!!! Jonathan boy got frightened by our screams. Quickly asked MIL to pick him up from the floor. Darling was smart enough to put the rat trap at the other end of the cabinet while we knock and shake the cabinet to scare him.

First attempt…he ran out from the cabinet and in to the trap but I we didn’t manage to close the trap on time so he ran back to the cabinet.

Second attempt…one person get ready to close the trap while the other do all the knocking and shaking to force that rat out.

What a drama and both of us were sweating all over. When we caught him, he is very fierce. He squeeked and bit the trap trying to release himself. You wouldn’t want to know how we handle him after that…