<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358</id><updated>2011-09-26T01:47:15.983-07:00</updated><category term='balance on a scooter'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='baby'/><title type='text'>iwantitvmuch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-6638213691122461259</id><published>2011-09-19T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:43:48.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noo good</title><content type='html'>everything is no good nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Da's eyes, everything is no good. her food, our music, our choice of TV programs and after we give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat your porride =&amp;gt; NOO GOOD. and she will push the feeding hand away. as if not enough, she will stand up to me and push my hand till I get the message and retract my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car, playing my radio station =&amp;gt; NOO GOOD 'mu-sik', NOO GOOD, NOO GOOD, mu-sik(she wants her children songs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy watching golf =&amp;gt; NOO GOOD, NOO GOOD(waving her hand) and she will walk over and switch off the TV. To that, mummy went 'wahahahha' and daddy trying to keep a straight face and trying not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Princess is talking and expressing herself. Well done!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-6638213691122461259?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6638213691122461259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=6638213691122461259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6638213691122461259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6638213691122461259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/09/noo-good.html' title='noo good'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-728333090413671726</id><published>2011-09-19T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:38:22.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>findings</title><content type='html'>my mother-in-law did some investigation when she sent Da back to the gym. Apparently, she did scratch the teacher's face but they didn't really punish her. They just spoke to her and take her out of the group. Da just decided to remain by herself, outside of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that was just it but I don't care now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-728333090413671726?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/728333090413671726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=728333090413671726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/728333090413671726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/728333090413671726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/09/findings.html' title='findings'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-6924275916853372008</id><published>2011-08-31T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:14:50.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in a corner.</title><content type='html'>8th of August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da got punished. My helper(Ann) went to fetch Da from the gym school and found Da quietly sitting in a corner by herself. Ann said that Da seems to know that she has done something wrong. Ann gathered from the teacher and found out that Da scratched the teacher’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I gathered. I don’t want to be those parents who can’t let anyone punish their child. The child needs discipline sometimes. After all, isn’t it better for someone else to do it? I don’t have to play bad cop all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that didn’t stop me from wondering if Da was too young to be punished and I did feel sorry that she had to sit in a corner. I also didn’t want to think that Ada will scratch anyone’s face. She scratched our faces before but she had accidentally done it. We know we have to be defensive when we handle young children. Ann did say that the teacher was new. Hmmm. Could the accident been avoided if she has been more experienced in handling a child? Could she have avoided being scratched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone else will be keen to investigate further why her precious (grand-daughter) was punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-6924275916853372008?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6924275916853372008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=6924275916853372008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6924275916853372008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6924275916853372008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/08/sitting-in-corner.html' title='Sitting in a corner.'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-6877473300469896914</id><published>2011-08-07T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:29:49.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance on a scooter'/><title type='text'>Practice makes perfect</title><content type='html'>I need to update the blog more often because Ada has a follower who just moved to London and she is still tracking A's milestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z1-6a2Dnf_w" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was shot in July when she was 22 months old. She mastered it after some practice when she was 21 months old. Not bad for a 22 months old. She learnt to balance. We still need to practice more with her and she will do better. So, she says 'scooter' pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-6877473300469896914?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6877473300469896914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=6877473300469896914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6877473300469896914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6877473300469896914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/08/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice makes perfect'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/z1-6a2Dnf_w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-5738393893285219997</id><published>2011-06-18T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:34:24.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>She is slowly uttering words. I've read somewhere that they should have a vocabulary of 50 words by the time they are 2. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;Panick!&lt;br /&gt;Let's count!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if she's slow. As long as she has 50 words, I can proudly say YES &lt;br /&gt;when the nurse/doctor ask the next time and I don't have to worry that they will send her for speech therapy.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I said, 'Let's count!' implied that A had been repeating after us in the last couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmWVz_kgnAg/TfxhiDG9jII/AAAAAAAAAIE/5KRRsm0s-8E/s1600/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmWVz_kgnAg/TfxhiDG9jII/AAAAAAAAAIE/5KRRsm0s-8E/s320/words.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619473672629488770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the 27 words and we are counting. &lt;br /&gt;Let's count together! We have another 3 months before she turns two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-5738393893285219997?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5738393893285219997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=5738393893285219997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/5738393893285219997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/5738393893285219997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/06/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmWVz_kgnAg/TfxhiDG9jII/AAAAAAAAAIE/5KRRsm0s-8E/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-6457374385022599175</id><published>2011-06-15T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:22:31.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with cousin(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ_NDkbji8k/TfxgPJas3sI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_xnbT5T0aEE/s1600/cousin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ_NDkbji8k/TfxgPJas3sI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_xnbT5T0aEE/s320/cousin1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619472248393752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I miss my childhood. &lt;br /&gt;Those days when 7 cousins stayed in the apartment about my parents' coffeeshop. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there were more of us when other cousins came and visited.&lt;br /&gt;We played, fought, bathed, formed alliances and bully the cry baby in the group. &lt;br /&gt;Cry baby came only once in a while from Australia, to visit. ha. &lt;br /&gt;Cry baby has a sister who liked to pinch us but very adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I wish my little one to have her cousins to play with. &lt;br /&gt;Now that she's older, she is really playing with her older cousin, E, who loves company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, they were watching Barney. Guess A just followed what E did and climbed onto the bed while the adults were busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-6457374385022599175?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6457374385022599175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=6457374385022599175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6457374385022599175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/6457374385022599175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-cousins.html' title='with cousin(s)'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ_NDkbji8k/TfxgPJas3sI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_xnbT5T0aEE/s72-c/cousin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-3366543497155635407</id><published>2011-04-10T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:48:13.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a Third Party</title><content type='html'>We gone through the 7-year itch and we had Ada. Sorry, anti-climax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are in the 8th year of our marriage, Ada is now the 3rd party in the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when she fell sick and instead of having to run down the stairs to her room, we let her sleep with us. So, she slept on the mattress beside our bed. &lt;br /&gt;Then, her air condition broke down. We extended her stay in our room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to sleeping in her room but if she knows that I am going to put her to bed, she will hold her comfort toy in one arm, wave goodbye to her grandmother and tug my hand to bring me upstairs to my room.  There's never a chance to reject her and cause her disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Daddy gave up after trying to put Da to sleep for 45 mins. He carried her up to the room. She ran across the room, headed straight to the bay window and attempted to pull the mattress down to make her own bed. Thereafter, she followed instructions to bring down her pillows and blanket from the bay windows and said, 'okie', waiting for me to finish my last Whatapps to my bedtime friends&lt;you all know who you are&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept soundly after 15 mins, in our bed eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJHHveBl8Aw/TaJdjIHCCmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b1PjM7y4rXk/s1600/bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJHHveBl8Aw/TaJdjIHCCmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b1PjM7y4rXk/s320/bed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594136545201359458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-3366543497155635407?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3366543497155635407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=3366543497155635407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/3366543497155635407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/3366543497155635407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-third-party.html' title='We have a Third Party'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJHHveBl8Aw/TaJdjIHCCmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b1PjM7y4rXk/s72-c/bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-3471268999555731427</id><published>2011-03-17T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:17:25.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech therapy</title><content type='html'>Today, I had speech therapy. Not that I went for speech therapy but I was given given 'speech therepy'. Because Ada spoke! I felt a sense of relief straightaway.  it means she doesn't need early intervention, as the nurse in the poly clinic suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL identified that Da spoke on Sunday when she was poking daddy and go 'PA PA, PA PA, PA PA'. 'There! She's speaking!! Look, she has started speaking that's what speaking is about', said my SIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'orh, is it??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as I was arranging her shoes at the door, she said, 'Put dare(there)'.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, put there, I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tok tok (toe toe)' and patted her toes. &lt;br /&gt;yes, toes, baby, clever girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nanny went, 'say bye to mommy'. &lt;br /&gt;'bae bae'&lt;br /&gt;bye bye, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's speech therapy for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-3471268999555731427?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3471268999555731427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=3471268999555731427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/3471268999555731427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/3471268999555731427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/03/speech-therapy.html' title='Speech therapy'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-4185941253082864160</id><published>2011-03-16T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:47:48.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her favourite smelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DtaNt40LMjY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Da and her mate. The rabbit I had since I was 15 and seldom played with.&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit has a second life, we always say.&lt;br /&gt;We wash the rabbit often. We will steal it from her in the morning, often while she is sleeping and then put it to dry.&lt;br /&gt;It must be returned to her at night. Or else, she will miss it. Or, she will wake up in the middle of the night, feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip whereby I captured her with rabbit and her reading the newspaper which I hope she will keep up with when she's older. Don't be like mommy because I hate reading the newspaper. It's so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-4185941253082864160?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4185941253082864160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=4185941253082864160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/4185941253082864160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/4185941253082864160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/03/her-favourite-smelly.html' title='Her favourite smelly'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DtaNt40LMjY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-8365234748325141561</id><published>2011-03-09T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:29:09.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hort Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-tz3xuPELQ/TXhEcz9WFBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GzxeEMnLSdk/s1600/hort%2Bpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582286999900263442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-tz3xuPELQ/TXhEcz9WFBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GzxeEMnLSdk/s320/hort%2Bpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6th March. 17.5 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was having a cold but we thought that she needed some sun and we went to Hort Park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somewhere I wanted to go for the longest time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's beautiful and has got many slides and playground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She sweat it out and she tried to navigate the slides herself. I think she was on familiar ground as she goes to the children gym so often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy and Daddy had fun too cos we needed the sun too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our girl, so big now. Only one lovely picture because mommy forgotten to bring the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's go to Hort Park again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-8365234748325141561?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8365234748325141561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=8365234748325141561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/8365234748325141561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/8365234748325141561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2011/03/hort-park.html' title='Hort Park'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-tz3xuPELQ/TXhEcz9WFBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GzxeEMnLSdk/s72-c/hort%2Bpark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-5495160531752369729</id><published>2010-08-16T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:25:22.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>11th month old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/TGlFtoGsFgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rnHAdsnMb8c/s1600/16082010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506008669599045122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/TGlFtoGsFgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rnHAdsnMb8c/s200/16082010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Today, she's 11 months old. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was busy the whole day, with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And only now, I'm abit emotional that she's 11 months old ALREADY!&lt;i&gt; is it due to the glass of wine I'm having??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I forgotten to take a picture of her on her 11th month old and I remember this picture which I took of her at Pete's place, chewing on a bread stick. With that, my helper and I can take a break and enjoy our hot pizza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember telling the helper, "Quick Anna, let's eat NOW!" haha. And then, we chomp our food down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to take a picture so that we can send Daddy a mms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We order the birthday cake and book the birthday venue. Now, we just have to pray for good weather, if God allows on the Sunday, 12th of September 2010 @ 3pm. Can I do cloud seeding at Marine Parade?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actual birthday is on the 1 6th September and same day as our MM. Hmmm, is Ada going to be as bright as him? I know Ada is as fair as him. wahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-5495160531752369729?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5495160531752369729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=5495160531752369729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/5495160531752369729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/5495160531752369729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/11th-month-old.html' title='11th month old'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/TGlFtoGsFgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rnHAdsnMb8c/s72-c/16082010022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-5635959113669969065</id><published>2010-07-25T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:44:30.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/TFDOut65beI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kAQG_NCSU9I/s1600/funny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499122447015308770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/TFDOut65beI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kAQG_NCSU9I/s200/funny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi There. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, I haven't been around much. But I will be soon. Updating as usual. Stay tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxGLXIVhPkM/TE0jc4rpdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hUTKOtiYykA/s1600/image-upload-207-761963.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-5635959113669969065?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5635959113669969065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=5635959113669969065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/5635959113669969065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/5635959113669969065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/TFDOut65beI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kAQG_NCSU9I/s72-c/funny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-3230547479079157263</id><published>2010-02-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:56:56.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding</title><content type='html'>I didn't cry the first time, 4 months ago.  I'm referring to the first time baby A had her sedative drug. The nurse had to force feed her and she was wailing. This is the drug which she has to take before the cardiac scan. &lt;div&gt;Last Thursday was a follow up to check that the 2 tiny holes have more or less closed up. I dread putting her through the scan so soon but due to her sleeping habit(extra long hours), I was worried that it has got something to do with the holes in the heart . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, she was wailing very badly and looked like she was going into fits. A look at the syringe, I saw that there's still half a syringe of drug to administer. That's when I couldn't hold my tears anymore. I was tearing badly now, in the clinic full of parents and children. And there's no one with me, just myself and the baby.  I had to use the tissue which I'm suppose to clean her mouth with, to wipe away my tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty embarrassed for crying. But the crying made me realised that I've bond with the baby. The experience at the clinic was very emotional draining. After we left the clinic, I was traumatised and couldn't stop worrying about her. She slept for another 5 hours. The holes in the heart have more or less closed up and there's only a gap which we will follow up when she's 1 yr old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, I will make sure that hubby witness it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-3230547479079157263?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3230547479079157263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=3230547479079157263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/3230547479079157263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/3230547479079157263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/bonding.html' title='Bonding'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-4548728221492282781</id><published>2010-02-04T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:57:03.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qnBgHRlEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SJlZMhDACvY/s1600-h/IMG_1641b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qk3tIYeiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/myk10-rL_Qw/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qk3tIYeiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/myk10-rL_Qw/s200/hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434337177290439202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qj37Rz1uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0CTrZYF9lJo/s1600-h/hat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture a smart 40ish Caucasian man with a white linen shirt, khaki bermudas and a hat like this. Now, picture him at a traffic light junction at Marine Parade(heart land).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving pass the other day and I saw this man. He was really cool ! The best thing is that he made me feel like I'm in Australia or any European country. He made me feel like my estate is Holland Village. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qj37Rz1uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0CTrZYF9lJo/s1600-h/hat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qj37Rz1uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0CTrZYF9lJo/s200/hat+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434336081576449762" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the next day, I saw a lady with a toddler and a pram. She was wearing a hat similar to this. Not to mention another old lady who alighted from a bus with her helper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people are getting used to wearing hats in Singapore. Aren't that cool?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qnBgHRlEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SJlZMhDACvY/s1600-h/IMG_1641b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qnBgHRlEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SJlZMhDACvY/s200/IMG_1641b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434339544618079298" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is my version of my hat. It even has a feather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is at a recent wedding in Sydney. I'm only adventurous in a foreign country where hat is more a normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-4548728221492282781?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4548728221492282781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=4548728221492282781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/4548728221492282781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/4548728221492282781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/hats.html' title='Hats'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2qk3tIYeiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/myk10-rL_Qw/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-7676002501547685843</id><published>2010-01-29T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:25:21.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2OzdOY68AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E00ttaLmSiY/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2OzdOY68AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E00ttaLmSiY/s200/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432382890199150594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's happy. I'm happy. &lt;div&gt;She's 20 weeks but looks older than that because she's quite chubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although with no double eyelids, she's still quite adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that she can sit upright yesterday and decided to quickly snap a few pictures. She can't turn yet and I wonder if I should help her or let her take her time. Because once she starts turning, there's another set of worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have moved her back into our room so that she can enjoy the air conditioning. With the air conditioning, she missed her first feed at 7am and sleep to as late as 9pm. Mind you, she hits the sack at 9-10pm. Every time, I think of that, I'm reminded of how blessed I am. That I can still sleep in with a new born. Thank God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-7676002501547685843?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7676002501547685843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=7676002501547685843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/7676002501547685843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/7676002501547685843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/S2OzdOY68AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E00ttaLmSiY/s72-c/IMG_1705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264391022243419358.post-8503433191391643471</id><published>2010-01-28T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:22:09.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...what a new start</title><content type='html'>A new start, a new beginning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I start anew with new postings! Gone with the old and come the new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are out there and will be following me. Feel free to drop a note and say hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264391022243419358-8503433191391643471?l=iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8503433191391643471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264391022243419358&amp;postID=8503433191391643471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/8503433191391643471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264391022243419358/posts/default/8503433191391643471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantitvmuch.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmmwhat-new-start.html' title='Hmmm...what a new start'/><author><name>Dee..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276891401514536499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JLl13IxrQnE/SGxOMp0DReI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7LZ1Pi56eWs/S220/circle+of+friends.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
