Posts in Category: Motherhood

Charlotte’s 1st Year


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I’ve always intended to put one of these together for Charly but life does sweep you away sometimes. So thanks to a kind reminder from my Mum and a few here and there from my Dad, I’ve gotten my act together and done a one year video compilation – similar to the one I did for Nae shortly after her 1st birthday.

It’s so funny to see how different they are, yet so alike. I don’t know if that makes any sense when I say it but in my head it sure does. While Nae was a happy baby in her own right, Charly just seems to be a ball of laughter. And they’re both such sweethearts. There’s little doubt that their parents love them oh, so much. That they are just loved oh, so much. And I hope one day when they look back on these videos, that’s the one thing they take away – with no mistake at all about it.


Meanwhile, a little tip of the day… I’ve discovered the Peekaboo Moments app which is just the coolest thing since sliced bread. It’s an online baby journal which magically logs the date stamps on all your photos and puts them all in a timeline for you so you can always refer to how they looked or sounded like at any given milestone. And trusted family and friends can input into the timeline too, so you never miss a moment. Best app find for all tech-dependent mums and very eager family!

My Little Dollies

This morning, Charly pointed at her sister's lap and made some 'I want to sit there' noises.

Being the great big sister that she is, Nae obliged and crossed her legs so her little sister could nestle into her lap.

This was a shot I snapped shortly after she'd parked her little chubby bottom down in Nae's lap.

I can't believe how big my little dollies are getting. Soon, I'll have babies no more!



The Fangtastic Sisters


My girls have really been keeping me sane – It has been such a blessing spending time with them and watching them grow into the inseparable pair that they are.

Just over the weekend, I turned back to look at them in the car whilst Hubba was driving and I found them holding hands. It was such a beautiful moment.

There’s not much time for very much at the moment.

But there’s always time for them.

I love them so very much.

On another note… I can’t believe it’s going to be April soon! #birthdayscoming


The Apology

Sometime about six days ago, Naomi officially turned two-and-a-half.

I realise it’s been awhile since I’ve written about her – Well, more like I haven’t written anything at all in awhile. I’ve even been told I am ‘piss poor at updating (your) blog’! (That made me laugh.) But something happened yesterday and I just have to document it.

It was one of those very trying Sundays.

I woke sometime before 5am to an incredibly stiff neck and to an agitated and fussy Charly, who was just not happy no matter what you tried to do for her. She refused to settle after a poor helping of milk and no position was comfortable – lying down, sitting up, on mummy, on daddy. She screamed and shrieked. We worried about her waking Naomi. We tried for ages. I was in pain and just exhausted. Andrew was plain annoyed. Eventually, he threw some clothes on and decided he’d take her out of the house and for a walk. I felt bad for not offering to come along, but I was just so tired and seized up that I shrank back into bed and fell back asleep.

When I woke up again at 7am, Naomi was awake and hungry. Charly seemed a bit better but she still shrieked in irritation from time to time. I spent some time with her in the nursery while Andrew hung out with Charly downstairs and we played for awhile with a ball, which seemed to cheer her up. But something was eating her. I peered into her mouth and it all made sense – She’d cut two teeth on her bottom gum! She gets really loud when she shrieks though, kind of like a banshee.

The day pretty much continued that way.

Nae was fairly well behaved but like every 2.5yo, she just wanted our attention. We read books, we played with stamps, we took her for a walk with her scooter. Charly had terrible sleep all day – I put my neck out even further whenever I was trying to put her down. And at one point I kept her in a sling just so she’d get past an hour. Neck and back far from happy.

By the time dinner came round, we were running a little on empty. Nae – to her credit – had been a lovely chatty buddy all day. But when she fought tooth and nail to have her dinner, Andrew decided enough was enough. He had played nice and given her her favourite drink and she refused to eat anything so he took her drink away. No prizes for guessing what happened next.

Meltdown central.

She cried. She complained. She made excuses that she was tired and she really wanted to nap – which was bollocks seeing as how she’d woken up from a two hour nap.

After much protesting, Daddy took her to her room where she proceeded to pretend she was so tired she needed sleep. He left her and came downstairs and all was quiet.

But Mummy was concerned, so I snuck upstairs and peered into her room only to find her lying in bed with Dolly sprawled over her face. Wow, she’s really asleep, I thought as a crept back out of the room. I quietly took Charly into our Master bedroom and at this point, our little chubcakes was happy enough to sit quietly with me.

A few minutes later, I heard Nae’s door open. Her little feet made it to the top of the baby-gated stairs and she called down to her Daddy:

N: Daddy?
A: Yes?
N: I’m sorry I didn’t want to have my dinner, Daddy. I’m really sorry.
A: What are you going to do about it?
N: I’ll bring Patricia okay? (Her doll)
A: Are you going to come down and have your dinner now?
N: Yes, I will.

The exchange made me bawl. How does a 2.5yo understand emotion, time herself out, come back when she’s ready? I was so proud of her at that point. She had done what most adults I know are unable to. She had apologised with sincerity.

She finished all her dinner with a smile on her face.

When I told Andrew that her apology had nothing to do with me, he was utterly shocked! He thought I had instigated the entire apology which is why he was being such an arse about it when she called down at him. What a milestone. Since the apology, Nae’s been really easy to talk to and very understanding. You can negotiate with her and well, she now knows how to negotiate back. It is really amazing and interesting.


On a side note, who on earth is revving their car in our carpark at 10pm at night??!?! *daggers*


Photo by Uncle Merrill

A Day at the Beach

It really has been awhile since my last post – There just hasn’t been much time to sit and reflect, which isn’t very good when you think about it that way. One should always find time to reflect on any blessings you may have in your life as it really sets the tone for your day.

I’m in a taxi as we speak, speeding down the highway towards the office to get a head start to the day. It’s been that kind of month, when I just don’t ever feel like I’m on top of things. But… On to the positive stuff.

It’s not often we get ourselves off to the beach to hang out with friends – and kid-less friends at that. It was so nice to catch up, we don’t do enough of it.

Naomi, who is now a little sometimes-wise-ass chatterbox, had so much fun. She bossed her uncles around and was cheeky cheerful the entire time. Charly had a relaxing enough time for a now-5 month old. And the Longbottoms just loved running and swimming that I barely caught photos of them at all.












We really ought to do stuff like this more.

My Tiny Travellers

The countdown to going back to work has begun – So when Dad said the folks were going to Hong Kong to visit some of our relatives and asked if I might consider taking the girls along, I thought “Why not?”. I can’t imagine when I’d have the time again once I get back to the rat race.

Hubba wasn’t able to come along as he had some things to sort out so I braced myself for the trip. But you know what, there’s no better way to learn than baptism by fire, I reckon. I figured throwing myself into the deep end would be the best way to know if I could cope – the way I see it, this is my family now so I need to be able to do it alone sometimes. And so… I took a deep breath and did.

I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on what sort of travellers my girls are. They are so different in personality that it wasn’t a big surprise that they’re really different travellers too.

NAOMI is a very discerning little girl. She has an opinion on many things most of the time, and what amuses me is she’s just like her father when it comes to crowds and noise. She absolutely hates them. She’s not usually a stroller toddler but when she decides she’s feeling too over stimulated, she’ll retreat into the stroller and ask that I put on the snooze shade so she can sit inside in the dark and quiet.


Generally, she is quite a good little traveller I feel. But just like any toddler, she has her moments where she’s just tired and cranky and has had enough! The amazing thing though is that on this trip, she’d actually identify why she was melting down and tell me what’s wrong. “Mummy, I’m tired” or “I’m hungry”, which we could then address quite quickly. She’s not horrendous on the plane at all, but she does have trouble getting used to the cabin pressure. Although she did also say, “My ears. Painful.” I could then ask that she suck on her pacifier to make herself feel better.

I was quite worried she would meltdown when we were in any ‘proper’ establishments, but I was told she was very well-behaved and polite and that my colleagues at the hotel mostly looked forward to her arrival in the club lounge every morning :) So that’s good, right?

CHARLOTTE is a super non-fuss traveller. I guess it’s also because she’s only just turned 3 months, so there’s not much she can do but lie there anyway. But she didn’t get upset about the cabin pressure at all, even when she refused the bottle and pacifier ‘coz she didn’t feel like it. And she just watched the other kids around her melt down (her sister included), and with wonder too! I pretty much had to carry her all week in my Action Baby Carrier though, so Naomi could be in the stroller. She doesn’t like the stroller and was happy to fall asleep on me most of the time. Obviously, my back wasn’t very happy and I needed a big fat massage during the week!

Oh and she slept through to 7.30am (earliest) every single morning! I was so overjoyed. It was truly a holiday in the sleep department at least :) There’s something to blackout blinds…