Katelyn

25 oct 2012

I will always tell my friends or whoever I speak to of how difficult it was when I was pregnant with her. When comparing notes on nausea or "morning sickness",  I can tell one I had the full works: migraine, flu, this is classic - 'facial congestion?", food poisoning, frequent feeling of faint due to low blood pressure, heartburn, very-very bad case of varicose and spider veins, lost of appetite due to nausea (could not down anything else except for RIBENA), no coffee, no tea, no MILO, no milk, sometimes I could take Nestum or Horlicks but most of the time was just RIBENA. Could not eat much as I had nausea till the last trimester of my pregnancy. Man, that was difficult.

However, as we waited patiently for her, I couldn't help but often wonder how she would look like. I suppose this will always be a REAL surprise as I will never know how my kids would look like until that magical moment after the last push, where we will finally meet face to face.

I have to admit that I was really excited and have been waiting for her for the longest time. Of course we had our fair share of ups and downs in between Ethan and having her. However, her arrival into our lives is really God's plan and God's promise of mercy and love. When we found out the gender, I basically was a little apprehensive and worried as we committed ourselves financially over some huge spending. But God's promise of providence and abundance flowed into our lives that I didn't have to buy much baby essentials for her as we were blessed with a wonderful neighbor who gave us everything pink anyone mother could think of. (I have a pink baby potty, pink toy vacuum cleaner, pink pajamas, pink clothings.... and the list goes on). I truly believe it was the gracious Lord working.

However, preparation was tedious as I had to get baby stuffs washed and cleaned up, and the house to tidy up.

Anyway, these are some details I would like to remember and perhaps could even tell Katelyn when she grows up.

Due date : 18 Dec 2011

and so,..

on the 1st Dec 2011,
an appointment was schedule with my gyne, Dr Fong for a regular check-up. Was timing my contractions and thought they were quite strong. Counted them, and it was somewhat consistent. Once in every 15-20 mins. He had a busy as usual, and so i told the nurses i was having contractions. once in every 20 mins or so. However, I was still fine. Drama happened when I was told to go to the labour ward. Gee, shouldn't have done so. They strapped me into the CTG machine to check on my contractions. Sure enough, there were contractions. However, there were not as strong. Checked my dilation, about 2 cm.  So, I was just resting on the bed, not doing anything in specific. The ultimatum came from my gyne, to be admitted into the labour ward for "observation". Urgh... I didn't think it would be like this as tomorrow (2nd dec) would be Ethan's birthday and of course I would like to be with him instead. However, the gyne took no chances but stood firm on this decision. To be admitted for observation.

2nd Dec 2011

Woke up, and hubby came by after breakfast. I could take "home leave" to sort out my work in the office, and later went home for lunch and spend a short birthday afternoon with my only child (then), he was my world. I remembered it being really emotional for me because it will soon be him and "a sibling" and no longer him ONLY anymore. Ethan had been the only one in our lives for the past 3 years. I has been really-really good with just him. We traveled, we did things together as a family of 3, we had simple meals and it wasn't hard at all. I have to say he was all we ever wanted. However, now that The Lord decides to bless us with another member in the family, I am truly humbled and couldn't have asked for more.

3rd Dec 2011

Took another home leave. This time, we went over to SS2 Mall to celebrate dear Chloe's 1st birthday. Those who attended the party were rather surprised to see my appearance. And so I had to explain to them, that I was actually on home leave. The hospital was actually still monitoring me. It was a good outing for me, also taking my mind off the whole going into labour process. We brought Ethan to the birthday party as well, and boy, of course he enjoyed himself thoroughly. This boy loves outings, any sorts. And after a good 3 day of hospitalization, the 4th day was right on the dot - 38 weeks into my pregnancy. At 7pm, when I reported back to my "temporary suite", the nurse on duty told me that my gyne is suggesting that I should be induced as I had dilation and also irregular contractions. It will be the following day, 4th Dec. I was quite hesitant, but also anxious as I didn't know how long I will have to stay in the hospital. I agreed.

4th Dec 2011
7am - the nurses came into my room broadly smiling and asking if all was good with me. Had the tastiest jam and wholemeal bread for breakfast (didn't quite understand why it tasted so good), and then they got my to change to the hospital gown, ready for labour room check-in. Gee, it felt scary and at the same time relief as baby I knew baby was finally coming today. At 8am in the labour room, the nurse came in, all cheery on a nice Sunday morning, told that they will insert the laxative for me to past motion. In less than 3 minutes, I was in the toilet, passing out my nice strawberry and butter sandwich. Soon, they brought in their ..... And I saw my old friend, a pint of pitocin. Somehow, I have developed a love hate relationship with it. I hate it as it caused me so much pain while being induced when delivering Ethan. Love it as it really helped with escalating the dilation and labour process. Gee. I wondered how bad it'll be this time round as again, I opted for no epidural. They started Pitocin at 9am, with a slow 5mU/min. I was still looking around, talking to hubby and SMILING. At 10 am, I was 4 cm dilated. They increased it to 10 mU/min. I could feel it coming, not the baby but the pain! 11am, apparently my gyne instructed them to increase it to 15 mU/min. I was 5.5cm dilated. The pain was kicked in, and I was praying under my breath. At 12 noon, I was crying, screaming and yelling. Progress was slow, pain was unbearable, no signs of labour yet. Oh dear Lord. I could not hold it any longer. I was already thinking about what-it .. C-section? Screaming on top of my lungs for another hour. Finally, I was asked to push, at about 1.15pm. My gyne was supposedly on his was as he was having lunch. At 1.54pm, she finally came out. And there is she, my precious precious darling. Katelyn Chong Xin Yi.

Born, 4th December 2011
Weighing 2.97kg.

Her birthing story...

Lego time!

Lately, I have graduated Ethan from his set of wooden ABC blocks to the more sophisticated looking blocks; the good old Lego Duplo. We have been building airplanes, somewhat-giraffe-looking animal, a green-man, and incomprehensible objects (well ,my husband calls it "building out-of-the-box"; hmm, that didn't sound too bad really) just to name a few.

Anyhow, just when I feel so proud after constructing something interesting looking, my engineer-in-the-making will seize it away and de-construct them, each one of them into pieces, back to its original shape … after EVERY ONE MINUTE of play. Speaking about short attention span. Never thought my effort could last only a minute?!?

I can only do less than 10 minutes each lego session and I have obviously run out of objects to impress him.

I think we need new toys.

Gee, I can’t wait to see him construct his own objects because obviously I can’t wait to de-construct them!

Ethan at 18 months

Can I say Ethan's development is growing... exponentially? Gee. He is amazing us with new tricks, words, behavior, and smiles everyday. Just yesterday, we found out that he could put together two/three words together... ie
daddy car
car key
yiyi car
kick ball
cut cake (yiyi has been baking and icing for the past 4 weeks and therefore we had to cut and eat her beautifully decorated cake for the past month)
a, d, she
one, the, tee
a, d, she, d,e, e, g…

We found out that he is able to self feed, but seriously messy. I think we should be making him feed himself more often. And the one time when we gave him a spoon to scoop some mini ice cream cup, he took it with his left hand...uhoooo. so we kinda think he is a leftie.

He loves to eat... we're not really sure if he eats well and if he is eating enough... but sometimes he does eat my kind of portion. On a typical weekday over at the grandma's, he would start off the day with a bottle of 200ml milk, then a huge bowl of cereal for breakfast. For lunch, he would either get a huge bowl of ABC pasta, soup noodle or porridge. He has tea between 4-4.30 and he gets 2 mini pods of yogurt, and 1 kiwi fruit or a banana or sometimes a slice of bread with cheese. Then for dinner, he gets another huge bowl of pasta or porridge.

That's alot isn't it? I don't think I eat as much and as frequent.
Anyway, the drama happens when are on the dining table.


For example:

Eating Mangoes.
Now that it's the mango season.. not sure it is but we have been getting good mangoes, my little champ and I have been feasting on mangoes.

Last night when I asked if he wanted mangoes ... and he started saying ango, ango ango... angoooOOOOOOOO, angoooooooooOOOOOOOOOO, ANGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... and so

I took out the mango, showed it him and he went ANGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..

And so I had to say WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, mummy cut and give! And he replied... "pissss".

10 minutes later he was giggling.

More dramas...


Butter Cheese


Last weekend, hubby and I thought we should just have the old fashion favourite breakfast at home before we head off the day with heaps of activities lined up - back to back! We tossed 2 slices of whole meal bread in the toaster, I had a cup of coffee while hubby had a cup of tea. Then I took the butter dish and a bottle of strawberry preserves to go with the toasts. Ethan was on his highchair next to us eating his cereal. When we opened up the butter dish, he looked at the dish and screamed cisssssssshhh... cisssssssssshhhhhhhhhh... reached out to the dish and screamed cishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Hubby and I looked at each other, and we looked really puzzled because there weren't any cheese on the table. And for the loudest time, he looked at the dish and yelled CISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... and then hubby and I cracked and laughed... Our smartest 18 month old wanted to eat a block of butter because it looked like a block of creamy juicy cheese! And obviously he didn't get the any cheese or butter that morning!

Bedtime stories


So far, we have been quite lucky with this little dynamo because he can actually sleep anywhere, at anytime, and at any position when is tired. And so we learned the trick. To have him do all sorts of activities to zap off his energy during the day and so hubby and I could have some quite time at night. And right now, his bedtime routine will start off hubby giving him warm wash and wipe down, change into his pajamas and finally he gets to choose a book for bedtime stories. Sometimes we will all jump into bed together for bedtime stories. I love it when daddy reads "We're going for a bear hunt"! Funny thing is it's ideal that he goes to sleep (or rather we all go to sleep) after ONE book... but hey no. Our part-time night owl sometimes insist we read the same book a zillion times before he hits slumberland. So what happens when daddy is zonked and mummy is busy ironing, we just chuck in one of his favourites and he will be "reading" his book, and I mean "reading" out LOUD. And sigh, after ironing a mountain load of clothes, I find my tot snoring, with the book next to his mouth and half of it wet! Obviously he has been experimenting if he could potentially chew up the book and swallow it like one of his teething biscuits.

My son.

18 months and counting...

The Green Monster Model

It was one of those really humid day and mind you, it was scorching hot outside that day.
And only on hot days like these, my husband will walk around the house topless. He doesn’t do that often, but when he does, the weather’s really bad! And so I had this brilliant idea of having Ethan walk about the house topless just like daddy, and also since it was SO SO SO HOT.

So after his bath, I put on his diaper and he happily paraded around the house half naked. As I was admiring him striding up and down the house, I thought to myself, my little champion will do a good model.. ahhh… thought I should get hubby to see how well Ethan modeled and perhaps we could get him into some baby talent agencies. Hmm…

And so I yelled to get my husband to the living room.

I smiled beamingly… “ look, he looks like a model doesn’t he?”

My husband gave me a puzzled look. “I thought he looked like a green monster”

???

apricots and still holding on

Very unfortunate, my dear husband has been unwell for the past few days. Symptoms are very close to the much dreaded dengue. Well, he had his platelets count this afternoon, white blood cells are pretty low and that means he is fighting a virus. We are praying that it is a viral attack rather than dengue. The last dengue attack he had, it was horrifying. High fever, rashes, lost of appetite, fatigue, and yes, you name it. The list goes on.

Simultaneously, Ethan is down with some kind of viral fever.

We took his temperature last night and it was a whooping 39! Panicked, we started him on paracetamol. Fever came down, phew. And apparently, Ethan was talking in his sleep the whole of last night. Hubs heard him talking most of the night as he couldn't sleep due to terrible aches and pains. And this morning, he woke up with a deafening scream. I looked out the window, it was still dark. Checked the clock, 5am. Urghhh... I held him close and he was feeling extremely warm. So we gave him another dose of paracetamol. 10 minutes later, he gave this awful look that he was going to throw up. He did. And obviously he felt much better after that and went back to sleep.

Later this morning, he was again having another round of fever. We decided to bring him see the pediatrician. When consulted her, she discovered that his right eardrum was a little red/flushed. And therefore, she concluded that he might be having an ear infection? That was something I never expected... I was expecting to hear something along the lines of.. hand, foot and mouth disease (as both our God children Ethan Zac and Kristen are down with HFM) or even dengue. Nevertheless, we are rather thankful should it be just a mere ear infection. We will confirm this in the coming Saturday because should his fever persists, we will need to draw out some blood for platelets count. Poor boy.

And so, to make sure that he is well hydrated, we kept the fluids going. In the evening after dinner, we gave him half a cup of diluted juice, an hour later half a cup of milk and another half a cup of water. In the midst of that, he was eyeing on my tub of apricots which I happened to be munching on. And he was eagerly asking for them! So I gave him a bite, and he asked for another, and another and soon it was 3 apricots. I was utterly shocked to see him like apricots.. and he calls it, a-pi-cot.

And while I was out hanging dry my washing (the stained sheet compliments of Ethan), I could hear him shouting and screaming in the house. To my surprise, he was prancing and dancing in the house with daddy. Clowns!

Anyway, the lights are out now but he is still pretty much awake in his cot. I'm dead tired but still holding on. I thougtht I should pen this down to remind me that motherhood is not all about laughters, joys, and apricots. It's really testing during times like this. I feel like breaking down but I know i will have to hold on. I trust that the Lord will provide just right and i'm hoping and praying that both hubs and Ethan will get well real soon.

I'm secretly hoping to watch the Spain vs. Germany game later at 2.30am but I'm already half asleep. Looks like I'll have to resort to the 7am news tomorrow morning.

Mannn, I'm loving motherhood.

flash-blocks

These were taken at different occasions.

We were ecstatic when we found out that he could identify 2 objects from the Melissa and Doug blocks one day. And from then, it was almost everyday where we would lay all the blocks on the floor and we’ll do our flash-blocks exercises.

December 2009

March 2010

June 2010

I am just overwhelmed by Ethan's object to words recognition development. I don't remember if I could do all these at the age of 3? I wonder if it's all these formula he's taking?!? ie: 4 times DHA and etc. Sigh, he's growing up really fast. Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out in his growing years, especially this past year. His growth and development has be exponential, really.

Nevertheless, we are just so proud of him!

Central Park

I love the weekends!

We woke up to a beautiful morning a few Sundays ago. We didn’t have anything planned for the day and thought it would be amazing to go to the park.

I quickly fixed hubby, Ethan and I each a sandwich. We had the ham, lettuce and egg on whole meal, while Ethan had his mini cheese sandwiches. Chucked two breakfast mugs into the picnic bag and we were good to go!

We went to Central Park which was just outside our house, right in front of One Utama. It’s a good two minutes away from our place and this park has a huge play ground with several ponds scattered all over. And so we flung our straw mats on the floor and had our breakfast overlooking the beautifully landscaped grounds.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, but it was a little wet because it rained the night before. Obviously that didn’t deter my champ from getting into the playground… not at all! He was just so thrilled by the fact that he was in a park. And there he was, picking up leaves, stones, and running his fingers on the sand/soil/mud?!? And since it was a Sunday, dog owners bring their dogs out to the park for walks and doggie-socializing sessions. We had a feast of a time dog-watching while enjoying our breakfast!

I must say sipping coffee while lazing in a park is just divine. The smell of crispy fresh air, and the touch of the cool gentle breeze on my skin made me realize that there’s so much more to life, especially when it's out here in the nature.

It was a beautiful and blissful Sunday morning indeed!

the reunion

Thanks guys for your concern and smses. Yes, finally it's the reunion of Ethan and his "clan". Uncle Zuhun very efficiently coordinated and fles a family of the Sabahan Probosis Monkeys all the way from Kota Kinabalu. And yes, it was choirs of angels every night every since! So dramatic... well ok, it was that dramatic!!! (NO MORE screaming and yelling matters) and it was all smiles and kisses before bedtime!.

We got this huge box one afternoon and when we opened it up, to our surprise there were five of them!!! You won't believe how we have waited, prayed, hoped for some miracles to happen. And this was the miracle and Uncle Zuhun was St. Nicholas for the day!

Just to satisfy your curiosity about the Sabahan Probosis Monkeys...

Pyjamas party

On a night when mummy had to do the laundry while daddy washed and changed Ethan into his pyjamas.

Miso Soup, Chawanmushi and Rice

And that's the smile you get after.
He simply loves it, the old-fashion miso soup and rice.

Rakuzen, Hartamas. 7 March 2010

Ethan Say....

Ethan, say:

Apple – Apple
Car – Car… car car
Cat – Cattttttttttttt
Caterpillar – CAT
Pear – pear
Cocoon – ca-oon
Butterfly – a-a-fy
Banana – ba na na
Yogurt – gurt gurt
Gorilla – eh eh ah
Red balloon – ed-alloon
Elephant – el-le-hant
Computer – cong-u-te
Thank you – ank u
Handphone – hung phone
Escalator – ah ah lay eh
Kakak wait – kak kak a ti
Yiyi – eh eh
Por por – por por
Ku por – kuh por
Daddy – ady
Mummy - ….

I should be really proud of him for being able to communicate a bunch of words at just slightly over a year old.. but, sigh, he just doesn't say mummy (unless he is really in distress, which I've probably only heard... about 3 times?!)

I'm depress.

12.48am

I need help.

We recently went to Hong Kong and left Ethan’s best friend there. His best friend, 'the monkey' was given to him by uncle Zuhun when I went over to Sydney last year. However, what makes this little primate special is that it’s a custom-made soft toy promoting the Orang Utans for the Sabah Tourism.

This monkey has some calming effect on Ethan especially during bedtime. He has to hug it to sleep every single night and the fact that we brought it over to Hong Kong was to make sure he had this comfort item with him. How idiotic of me not to check his cot before I send the luggage down for check out.

Now it’s pass bed time for Ethan and he is screaming on top of his lungs, probably looking for monkey. My only hope now is that uncle Zuhun has extras to spare…

Ethan turns 1

Ethan’s First Birthday

Date : 28 November 2009
Venue : The Paddington House of Pancakes

This is a delayed entry as my little one turned 1 December last year. It was all smiles and laughters at the little party held in The Paddington House of Pancakes, The Curve. We prepared him months (well, maybe 1 month) in advance singing him the traditional birthday song and putting on the “Mickey Party” hat. And yes, you have guessed it right, he loves Mickey. His first Mickey was given to him by his Uncle Chee Wah and Aunt Elaine from Singapore. I have to acknowledge that this whole Mickey thing is not just a marketing gimmick or what not, the character is actually something children just love. I remember my first Mickey, and I bet you had yours.

So, the party started with throngs of assorted tiny pancake canapés lining beautifully on the plates waiting to be served. The guests were of course excited and some ambitious to fill their plates to the brim. I was chuckling quietly seeing them getting so excited over these little delights. The atmosphere was merry and cheerful with Mr. Clown sculpting balloons to young children and those claimed young - "at heart".

I would have loved to bake Ethan's first birthday myself, except I couldn't stand the mental pressures of "what-if-the-cake... ". Therefore, after a long domestic discussion, we got this beautifully decorated 2 tier Elmo Birthday Cake. Contradictorily, we wanted Mickey birthday cake instead, but was told that the cake designer makes Elmo better than Mickey. And so, this was how we ended up with the 2 tier Elmo cake. Surprisingly, we ended up liking the Elmo cake. In fact, everyone did!

It was a blast for the little man as he saw many familiar faces. I am humbled and blessed to have almost all of our family members, relatives and close friends attend our little one’s first birthday. Of course he had people who couldn’t make it but have sent greetings, cards, presents and prayers.

When I look back at Ethan’s first birthday, what struck me really, was the one year of journeying with him in our lives. He has taught me to laugh at little things, smile at small accomplishments, and understand the fact that teaching takes immense patience while learning takes time. He has also taught me patience, perseverance, determination, unconditional love and most of all, to accept and love imperfections as it is. I love him to bits and I thank God for this little miracle.

Goodnight

goodnight...



moon...

Goodnight moon.

We stayed with Ethan's Tata and Neh-Neh till he was one because it was too taxing for Ethan and us to do the whole traveling every morning to grannies place and to be picked up in the evening. Therefore, we chose to stay during the weekdays and come home in weekends. At one point, the little boy was getting confused, didn’t know where he actually belonged. We didn’t have any choice since hubs and I both had to work, we had to settle for what’s best for all of us.

At about 5 months when he was trying to recognize faces and places, we were traveling to and fro (grannies and home) quite a bit. And the poor boy was at our mercy, he had to come with us, wherever we went.

However, one thing he found comforting was this magical book, “Good Night Moon” by Margaret Wise Brown. I remember one night when he was acting up quite a bit, we read him this book. It calmed the weeping eyed almost immediately. And in one of those pages, it reads:

Good Night Kitten

Good Night Mitten

To my surprise, I heard this cutest chuckle when I ended the 2 lines with “Good Night Ethan”... That was magic!

And henceforth, we will get the sweetest smile from him when we do the:

Good Night Kitten

Good Night Mitten

Good Night Ethan!

We bought this book even before he was born and it’s been his best friend even till now. He somehow finds comfort from these reassuring words in the book and he has never once said no to his cow jumping over the moon.

p/s: I had to read him this book, cover to cover for almost 11 times at 3 in the morning that night. I swore, I will never forget...

Good night moon!

Travelling Across South China Sea

It was a short and meaningful trip back home for me as this is the first time Ethan came with us, back to where I came from, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. Also, this happened to be his first time in an aircraft.
We went back for a good friend’s wedding, also an opportunity to meet up with the other side of his family.

Overwhelmed.

He made us real proud parents when he didn’t fuss nor whined during both the trip, going there and coming back. Instead, he was getting all so excited, prancing on my lap as we were sharing the seat. And we it was time for the flight to take off, my little prince tugged himself nicely in my arms, nibbling his little thumb and snoozing off quietly into his little dreamland. Believe it or not, I had equipped myself with children’s atarax “just in case”. I was really pleased when I found out that I need not any of them!

And that's good news for me. More trips back home. YEAY!

dum dee dee dum

I sometimes really wonder what's running through his mind.
I really wonder...

Ethan,

Feb 19, 2010

I missed him

Ethan was acting up a bit early this evening. Didn't know what was wrong with him. His yi-yi Angeline had to carry him and talk to him to "soothe" and "amuse" (aka to give attention) - mind you, it really works. (Babies like it when you talk to them and talking to them I mean, like an adult conversation, just don't expect any clever replies.) I thought he was wanting attention you see, so got some help to chat him up, walked him around and basically "entertained" him.

Had a huge weekend, was out and had issues in the family. So I had to quickly pack for the week. While I was packing and cleaning up, I'd occasionally stopped by to blow him kisses or hugs. At one point, he felt a little warm. I disregarded it and went on doing my own stuffs. (WELL, I disregarded it because Ethan is generally warm. Anyone will love hugging him because he is always nice and warm).

He wasn't himself later part of the evening. Checked with Adrian to see if we needed to give him a dose of parmol. Well, Adrian gave a go and we syringed a 2.5ml for him. He likes parmol. I think he likes medicine in general. There are sweet and normally "cold" from the fridge.

Later brought him up to the room and put him in his cot. He was pleased to see his cot and gave a huge smile. Placed him inside, and I quickly took my bath knowing that he is unwell and will need to rock and put him to sleep. Came out from the shower and saw him sleep soundly in him cot, curled up.

I felt bad for not being able to be there when he is not feeling all that good. However, I'm thankful that he went to sleep after all. I was expecting another rough night, probably due to his teething issues. I hope he'll feel better tomorrow.

I guess, I just missed him,... by a couple of minutes?!? He is sound asleep now. And so I will be as well...
Good night.

"Ethan the Builder" in the tub

If you do not already know, this little boy loves his bath. We bathe him every day, twice a day; once in the morning and once in the evening, I'm still not very happy with the fact that he bathes twice a day, considering what the typical Chinese aunties will say "yap fung" literally translated means, will "cause wind" and apparently is the common culprit for osteoporosis during old age?!? Not entirely sure about the credibility of the fact, but we'll just 'listen' to what people have to say.

"Ethan the builder" in his pink tub!

Anyway, the reason he bathes twice a day, really is because he sweats alot, and I mean alot. Perhaps it's because he's got a head full of hair. I love the colour of his hair; it's dark brown with strips of toffee at the ends. He can just sweat when he's eating, playing, drinking his milk, walking, sitting down, .. even sweats when he is sleeping !!! I have concluded, he has extremely high metabolic rate?!

Here is another self explanatory picture of Ethan taking his bath!

Yes, the black spot is done on purpose. Can't be showing my son's pride and glory to the whole world can I?

And yes, he loves his bath!

Ethan's First Rusk

We gave Ethan his first Farley's Rusk when he turned 8 months old. We are pretty conservative and very much playing safe when introducing any form of solids to him.

These Rusks can be introduced to infants at/around 6 months old. However, we will try as much to delay introducing new delights for him to build better immunity and resistance. Not sure how much he will gain from this though. But sigh, as first time parent, will try to be as 'careful?!Q?!' as we can be. Just a note of consolation, he has been fine with most food we have given him so far.

We are quite pleased to be able to capture his first biscuit moment. From the first picture to the last one seen in his hands, 7 minutes.... and that's my son!

Picture taken on the 31 August 2009
1st picture: 4:37:56 PM
Last picture: 4:45:30 PM

Ethan's yiyi

Introducing Ethan's yiyi, also his ever faithful playmate and part time nanny!

This picture was taken in an open air restaurant in Seremban. Food was top notch but the it wasn't the most baby friendly place. However, Ethan's yiyi could actually find a comfortable position to feed our little friend. That's pure nanny-ing skills. SALUTE!