I Iz Cheh Cheh!

I have a 7 weeks old sibling whom I will get to meet in person on September 18 or as early as August 2008, given how impatient a baby I was!

It's Positive!

Mummy is looking more tired than usual and daddy's face turned a funny shade of green when he saw the lines on this stick. Hmm, I wonder what is going on?

Foot = Food

This little piggy went to the market... *happily gnawing at my toes*

This little piggy stayed at home... *glance at daddy taking pictures*

Wachalookin at? I was just practising my nursery rhyme!

The Morning After

First morning in my new house. Mummy and daddy let out a huge sigh of relief when they saw how well I was adapting to the new environment.

Houston, We Have Landed.

Despite all odds, we moved in the disguise of darkness (it was 8pm when we reached the new house).

Mummy and daddy, after spending a day on their knees scrubbing and getting the house ready, are just glad that they have crossed the second hurdle (the first being moving our things from the old to the new house).

The next hurdle, will be unpacking the two and a half truckloads of things we have hauled from our old house. It's tiring just thinking of it, according to mummy. She and daddy should really be easier on themselves since it was no mean feat moving house TWICE in a week. WITH a baby in tow. Mummy, big hugs to you and daddy.

I Am 8 Month Old Today!

Miu Miu or Me?

Mummy went here and bought this Miu Miu bag to match the Nouvelle Horlogerie Calabrese Fl'ora daddy gave her three months into her pregnancy, since the adjustable leather strap was more forgiving on her then swollen wrist.

Suffice to say that the amount she spent was large enough for the credit card company to come a-calling to verify the transaction.

Humph, I just hope she's not whittling away my college fund.

Daddy Gets Cheesed Off By Bad Service

Lousy service really bothers my daddy. Enuff said.

The Day Mummy Cried

The day before handing the keys over to the new owners, mummy and daddy went to our old house to bid farewell to a place that gave them 9 years of happy times.

It wasn't easy for mummy, since the house holds loads of fond memories for her.

We will build new dreams and memories in our new house, daddy says.

Move In... And... Out... The Same House!

Mummy and daddy finally moved the last carton of our stuff to the new house.

Daddy took a look around and spoke mummy's mind when he said You think we should put up at another place for a week? Mummy, choked with emotions (and feeling overwhelmed with the amount of cleaning needed) , simply nodded.

We all ended up at aunty Fion's house that night, unannounced. Turned out that she will be away for a holiday - and leaving town that night - so we can use her house for the week! Can you believe our good fortune?

Final Goodbye

I came to say goodbye. This is our fourth and will be our last meeting. The last few times mummy brought me here, I didn't like your coldness very much. Now that I am bigger and braver, I will take a dip in spite of the chilly morning breeze.

There, I'm done. Goodbye.

War Zone

The mad rush to get things ready before we move in on Sunday.

Mummy The Perfectionist

I sometimes think mummy suffers from OCD. She has a weird habit of making sure that hangers in our wardrobes are spaced out equally, the dollar notes in her wallet have the same facing, things taken out of their storage place be returned to where they are kept (Everything has its place, she always says), folded clothes are of the same size and have straight corners, fluffing AND removing lint from our sofa cushions with a sticky tape so that the couch will look "inviting" (to whom, mummy? You and daddy are the only ones that sit on that couch!). Her system of categorising and sorting things is so complex that one will need a GPS to navigate through.

The way I see it, daddy seems to have it easy. His dirty dishes will be swiftly (and quietly, nary a word of protest from mummy) removed from the table, bedside table, or where ever he chooses to have his meal. And if he ever lightly mention that he is thirsty, mummy will scurry off to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water pronto. The latter act, I feel, is not an act of OCD, but one of love

Grandma, I Don't Think This Fits.

Grandma bought this cute pink top for me just last week but I have a feeling she may have to return it to the store...

Mummy, you think I can wear it as a hat? Don't think grandma will be returning to the Batam store she bought it from any time soon...

House Movin Delayed, Mummy Ses.

We were supposed to move house today but it has been postponed to Jan 10.

Still No Finishing Line In Sight.

With no doors, incomplete carpentry work, half done paint job, and items on the to-dos list mostly not struck off, it's hardly any surprise that the house is uninhabitable. Well, at least the floors, albeit unpolished, are up. As mummy always says, the glass is half full, not half empty.

Basement kitchen.

Living and dining hall on the first floor.

Grandparents' room on the second floor.

My room on the same floor.

Mummy and daddy's room on the rooftop.

My First Wedding Invite

Mummy's friend invited me to her wedding. Wow, I feel like a grown-up!