Julie

First Fall…Ooopps!

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Jonathan boy has been sleeping with us on our bed since many months ago as I find it so comfortably-lazy breastfeeding him while lying on the bed. Then both of us will be in our dreamland after that. Each morning then, I’ll wake up early to prepare his porridge leaving him on the bed with Darling.

On Wednesday morning, while I was preparing his porridge in the kitchen downstairs, suddenly I heard a loud stomp and immediately followed by a loud cry. I knew what had happened and quickly rush upstairs. True enough, Jonathan boy fell down from the bed. How did it happened?

Well, I didn’t realised that Jonathan boy awaken the moment I left the room. Darling was sound asleep so he did not realised it as well. As usual he loves to grab the cock shaped alarm clock on the side table. I guess when he was trying to reach out for the alarm clock, he lost his balance and fell head down from the bed. His forehead touched the floor but both his leg were hanging in the air leaning against the bed. There was a slight bump on his forehead only but his upper lip were swollen and the inner lip bled a little.

I was so afraid that he may not be able to eat so I try to breastfeed him. Thank God, he was fine. It’s not that he had never fall before…those are minor fall which are part and parcel of growing up but this is falling from another level of height. We have been very careful all these while when putting him on the bed and I always remind myself never ever let him fall. I guess I always take it for granted that it’s ok to leave him on the bed since he is looks sound asleep and Darling is sleeping beside him.  I’m so sorry, Jonathan boy. Mommy would be more careful next time.

6 (non)sensical stuff

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Just realised that I’ve been tagged by June and that was in May. How blur am I. This is my first tag.

The rules for this meme are easy:

1. Link to the person that tagged you – June
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag someone.

So, here’s mine:

1) I’m a very bad-tempered person and only my family can see it. With my colleagues and friends, I just know how to hide and control my temper. When things don’t turn out as per my expectation, there goes my mood. If I’m fully concentrating on my job in front of the PC, you better not come near or talk to me.

2) I’m not a coffee lover since young and I can’t stand it’s aroma smell. It makes me drowsy and nausea.

3) When I see children’s clothing that are so cute (especially girl’s clothing), I can’t resist to buy it even when I was still single and now, having only one baby boy. Can keep them for my baby girl to-be mah…

4) I love dogs…big ones especially like Rotweiler. I’m still hoping to have a house with big garden where I can build some kennel and own pedigrees. But I hate lizards especially baby lizards. Yucks!

5) I love sinful food and my fav are pork and egg yolk. And I married the “wrong” husband who share the same liking as me. 😛

6) I tend to procrastinate and jump to a new task before finishing one.

 
Well, not tagging anyone but if you feel like sharing, consider yourself being tagged.

Jonathan…8 Months

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Jonathan boy reached the 8 months milestone 2 weeks ago. Have been quite busy recently due to work.

Here are some photos of the cheeky one…

He will greet us with big smile and grin when he sees us at the door step upon returning home from work.

He can crawl on all four now but still prefers combat crawl.  Helps me to mop the floor though. He loves to crawl to the dining table and chairs and then get stuck between the legs of the chairs/table.

Occasionally, he knows how to show gesture of bye-bye by opening and closing his fist when I lift up his hands. Sometimes, he will ask for things by opening and closing his fist. While we are dining, I broke pieces of biscuits on his bowl to train his pincer grasp and he’s doing very well. It also ended up cleaning biscuits dropping on the floor.

He loves to babble (especially when he’s angry) but yet to call “Da-da” and “Ma-ma”.

Unusually, his upper lateral incisor on the left erupted first then the central incisor. Funny. Soon the other three upper incisor will be apparent as it has started to erupt half way thru. Two at the bottom remain standing strong. No pic to show here as he dislike people touching his mouth, nose and eyes. But he stood still when I’m cleaning his ears.

What to watch out for in the days to come…? Standing unaided at least for few seconds which sometimes I can see him attempting to do. And of course calling “Da-da” and “Ma-ma”!

First Encounter

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We were in Penang (Jonathan’s Er Yi’s house) few weekends ago. Took the opportunity to see Jonathan’s reaction towards the pool water. Guess, the pics says it all…

We made a mistake.  We were too eager to put him in the water so the moment his little toes felt the cold water, he screamed immediately and resisted it. Moreover, it was his sleeping time so he wasn’t in a good mood.

He is too cute when he cries so that’s the reason why I love to make him cry at times. Watch his mouth… Bad mommy, huh? 😛

We cooled him down then we tried to put him on the baby float to see if he can paddle on his own. Again, he screamed. So he is afraid to be left alone. Looking at him crying, Mom insisted to stop putting him in the water so that he won’t get phobia to the water. On the contrary, I didn’t want to give up. Being a kiasu mom, I must make sure that Jonathan boy can swim very well like his Gong Gong and Shi Yi Zhang because both Darling and I cannot swim. What a shame…

After a few try, see…he enjoyed playing in the water, splashing so hard. Must set up the big pool at home one day…

And here…my lovely niece, Jean Suen loves the water but dislike being pushed to the middle of pool. As usual, the naughty Wu Yi (me) ask her Papa to push her to the middle of pool and left her there, alone. She cried and keep yelling, “I want Mommy, I want Mommy”.

Credit goes to my little sis for capturing such a wonderful moments.

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.