the tribe

as the monkey *in the lion king* took the cub from mufasa and raised simba into the sky, here is my new cub



she is the cutest little grouchy smurf. all 6.7kg of her!



but when she DOES smile, she's an angel



and now for her solo



oh what the heck, here is the tribe

gamers

exam season for angel girl just went by. in order for me to coach her, when i came home from work, i told the boys that they could play computer games in the room. so for many days, i'd come home to this same played out scene :

me : hi MB

the voice coming out of the back of MB's head : yo, mom!



bu : MMMoooommmmMMMMMM! MB is not letting me play the compuuuuuter!

me : MB, let your brother play the computer!



MB : not funny! IT IS NOT FUNNY!

word of the day

i was in a focus group session today and an elderly lady pleaded for patience as she shared her opinions because she is an octogenarian. as it was a hospital focus group session, i thought it was her condition. then the facilitator said, "well you look really good for an octogenarian" which then got me thinking.

so if she is an octogenarian, does that make me a trigenarian? and why isn't there such a word? why is there a quadragenarian? and what other 'genarians are there?

POST NOTE : god bless google. i've found this reference by decade. which references this site. interesting (to me) that these are medical terms. personally, i think sexagenarian sounds like something else altogether. like an old nympho .... and at 60, she most probably is.

but i digress, looks like i'm a tricenarian :)

china bathhouse *tho the pic is really japanese ... shhhh*

wondering why i haven't been blogging? truth is i have no time. REALLY. 4 kids + hubs not in singapore for a month + mom staying with me FOR A MONTH + i've got a 8:30 - 7pm job + i wake at 5:00am only to sleep at midnight + i wake up everynight to feed the baby twice (once at 2am and again at 5am) and i haven't had my jollies in a while so i've been grumpy .... hmmmm, i really should work blogging into my schedule.

and i have. yes this blogger is a trooper. a SUPER TROOPER .... *resisting the urge to break out in song*.

so hubs in on a tour of countries for a series of events. he left on 8 nov for mumbai,india then phuket,thailand then tokyo,japan then seoul,korea NOW in beijing,china *home for 3 days next week... what a bloody tease* then kuala lumpur, malaysia and lastly sydney, australia. PHEW! officially back on 6 dec.

bu has been missing hubs and today he asked if we could call him. so i texted him to see if it's ok for me to call. he said yeah and so we did.

bu : dada, where are you?

hubs : beijing china

bu : what? bathing in china!

hubs : nooooo, i'm in china

*blah, blah .... i miss you, come back soon .... and they hang up* i look at him and the boy has his palms cupping his little scrunged up face with furrowed brows. so i ask ..

me : what's wrong bu?

bu : i just don't understand why dada has to take a bath in china. we have a bathroom too. can't he bath here!

the rainbow connection

bu : mummy, are you and DG best friends or is she your girlfriend.

me : she's my GIRL friend (replying coyly)

bu : eeeiiiwwwwww

me : why eeeiiiwwww?

bu : she doesn't look good in your lipstick *then he made kissy noises*

(the boy is 4 for crying out loud! how he managed to make this connection is beyond me)

a tale of 2 jugs

is the mother's jugs half empty or half full? well the answer is both.

this is because her precious youngling has decided that she prefers one boob over the other.

yes, you read right! at just 5 weeks of life, dollface has decided that the left boob is the way to go and the right boob is just decoration. scary how opinionated she is considering that she is not a scorp!

hence now 9 weeks down, this milkmaid is lugging around 100mls of the good stuff on one side and close to nothing on the other. it's a strange feeling to be heavy on one side. sometimes i even feel that my gait is affected. i walked into a wall the other day, but that could also be because of the lack of sleep. but i digress. my boobs feel jekyll and hyde-esque - one side pam anderson, the other side kate hudson.

i've never really been successful with breastfeeding, so to be able to provide for this long(discomforts aside) is very fulfilling. i guess i was just not born to be a milkmaid but goddammit i sure am trying with this child. and i enjoy every minute of it (sans the time when i had engorgement from hell! ... but that's another story)

in 5 ... 4...3...2...

and we are back!

it's been 2 months since the baby was born and i'm ready to tell you all about it. there is so much to do, so much to share, so much to grumble about.

stay tuned ... cue tv test pattern .

unplugged

i've finally come unplugged this morning. and the bag is leaking. best news i've heard all week!

i'm just waiting for the contractions to kick in before we go to the hospital. baby is annoying the hubs. he wants to play his weekly soccer at 4pm and is hoping that things speed up before then. already in the womb she is dictating his life, wrapping him him around her little pinkie. hahaha.

oooh, the first contraction just started. not strong enuf, just the garden variety pulses. i'll post pics when i can.

thumb twiddling

and so i sit here ... 3 days after my due date ... just waiting for something to happen. and nothing is.

i get killer contractions at night and lately in the day too. hubs is on constant stand-by. i've cried wolf so many times, he's not taking me seriously anymore.

today we went to the clinic to do a cervix membrane swab to "irritate" the plug to help induce labour. the doc was like,"your cervix is so tight there is no way we can induce labour now (ie it would not be natural). you are just not ready."

so he said to wait another week till 8 july and if there is still no action, he'll intervene again.

sigh ... twiddle-dee-twiddle-dum ... i'm getting bored.

the hostess with the mostess

and as the curtains of my very dramatic 4th pregnancy closes, i would like to thank everybody out there who has supported me in one way or another. either by listening to me bitch abt my physical discomfort, my expanding waistline AND thighs, my hobbit feet and my whining when hubs was away for stretches at a time. the emotional roller coaster ride ends in 3 days (or sooner ... i'm not the boss ... just the host)

i am eternally grateful for the sisterhood. obsidian for the many many massages and tea time cakes, DG for the effortless gourmet food that you whipped up, dee for obligingly baking apple crumble (w extra almonds and raisins ... yums) EVERY SINGLE TIME i asked for it, da president for reminding me that the diet is waiting for me and for agreeing to be my personal coach.

i have to say i can't wait to have total control of my body again. i can't wait to be one person. i can't wait to see her face and hold her so that life can go on. the anxiety is killing me. wednesday cannot come soon enuf!