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December 2013

i love christmas

A week to Christmas

December 18, 2013

This year just got a lot more christmassy. Why? For the first time in my life, I’ve got all (seriously, ALL!) the presents sorted and it’s still a full week till Christmas. If that doesn’t deserve some applause, I don’t know what does.

presents!

Every year, there’ll always be that one or two gifts that I forgot/couldn’t find and come the last weekend before Christmas, I’m back out on Orchard Road with my battle gloves fighting off all the last minute shoppers for that elusive last minute present and then after the whole song and dance, we’ll give up and fall back on getting some boring Egyptian cotton bath sheets.

Been there and I’m so done with that. The days of frenzied last minute Christmas shopping is over. Me and my pukey pregnant self will put sit back and enjoy the week before Christmas the way it’s supposed to be enjoyed.

I got the kids to sit down and we made a list of all the things we wanted to do from now till the end of the year, in order of importance.

1. Bake a cake (Truett’s list)

2. Dance Party (Kirsten’s list)

3. Picnic (Truett’s list)

4. Nap (My list)

5. Make a birthday card for Jesus (Kirsten’s list)

6. Nap (My list)

7. Build a snowman(??!!) (Kirsten’s list) – we’ll have to improvise

8. Eat cake (Finn’s list *according to Kirsten) – although quite easily done once we get #1 sorted

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Btw, is it just me or are these two starting to have the same face?

9. Learn a magic trick (Truett’s list)

10. Nap (My list)

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Kidspeak

What is up with girls and princesses?

December 16, 2013

Me: Hey sweetie, what would you like to be when you grow up?

Kirsten: A princess!

Me: If you want to be a real princess, you’ll have to marry a prince and there are very few of those to go around.

Kirsten: What if I just want to be a pretend princess.

Me: Oh, that’s much easier. Ok, close your eyes.

*I sprinkled some pretend fairy dust on her eyelids and made her open them again*

Me: There you go, princess Kirsten.

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I’ve been asked about what it is with girls and princesses and I have no idea. I do know that my spunky little girl adores them though. In my world of make believe, I’ve much preferred to be a supreme court judge over a princess but I turned out to be neither so that was that.

At first, I was resistant to the whole princess madness and I tried to steer her in other more down to earth directions. Like maybe a rock star or artist or writer but she had her heart set on being a princess so over the years, I’ve learnt a lot from my daughter’s obsession with all things princessy. I guess you can call me a reformed princess convert. 

I asked Kirsten why she wanted to be a princess and she told me the following:

1. Pretty dresses are nice.

True that. I’ve never been much into them myself but I can see the value in poofy dresses with lots of frills. You can twirl them, dance in them, swish them around when you walk…so many different uses!

2. Princesses use their powers for good.  

I think she means privileges. Princesses have a responsibility to look out for others who need help and go out of their way to do it. WIth great power and all that. I think she might have gotten mixed up with spiderman a little bit but still, all good values.

3. Princesses keep their promises.

Can’t argue with that.

In all likelihood, she’s not going to end up being a princess but it’s what makes her eyes light up and I’m not about to squash that out of her. Maybe one day, she’ll be all princessed out and she might want to be a goth/hipster/zither player (please, God, no!!) and we’ll figure out a way to help her chase those dreams.

Besides, I asked Truett what he wanted to be when he grew up and he said “angry bird.” Now that’s a tough one.

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pregnancy

7 weeks: Misery

December 12, 2013

Being pregnant is hard and this pregnancy is turning out to be the hardest of them all.

baby blob

Everyone, meet baby blob, whose cuteness makes up for the misery. No, not really.

Question: WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO SMELL SO FOUL?? I’ve dealt with morning sickness in every pregnancy but this one is on another level altogether. This is like the boss level of morning sickness. Chicken soup makes me want to vomit, bacon??!!! makes me want to vomit, fried chicken and bak chor mee and barbequed stingray all make me want to vomit.

I spend most of my day not eating until I get ravenously hungry, at which point, I start surfing food blogs to find food that possibly maybe won’t make me feel pukey. One time, I made the husband drive me out for a bowl of curry laksa and immediately after, I hated it. And I’m not a laksa hater. Laksa used to make me happy but now the thought of laksa makes me ill. WHYYY??? The same thing happened with nasi lemak. All my favourite food are getting struck off the list one by one.

I’m down to green apples and raw vegetables (horse alert!) and even then, I’m averaging one throw up session per meal.

I mean, weird pregnancy cravings are practically a by product of being pregnant but I don’t even have any to fall back on. I can’t send the husband out of food expeditions to Boon Lay claiming that “baby needs Power Nasi Lemak” because baby doesn’t seem to want any sort of food. Baby is trying to turn me into a horse. Just gimme some dry wheatgrass and be done with it.

Food makes me miserable. No food makes me miserable. I’m in abject misery.

MIS-ER-Y.

And the worst part? Baby Finn uses a moisturiser from mustela, which used to be my favourite baby moisturiser fragrance of all time. I say used to because the other day, he snuggled in my arms after a shower and I took a whiff of his fresh baby scent and immediately threw up inside my mouth. I was completely mortified. That’s got to be rock bottom right there. Nothing can possibly be worse than the fact that the smell of my baby made me vomit.

Week 7: I’m hungry and miserable and mopey.

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coolest kids ever

A real princess in training

December 11, 2013

My mom just left for an 8-day church mission trip to the Philippines and right before she left, she asked we had any toys to share with some of the children who lost their homes in typhoon haiyan.

At first, I thought of just picking out a few of the kids’ toys for my mom to bring along but we figured this would be a really great opportunity to get the kids involved so we gathered them and told the them about the typhoon, then asked if they had any toys they wanted to share.

Kirsten immediately went to her treasure box and took out her precious princess tiara. A word on this tiara: It’s the one we got her from Disney World’s Bippity Boppity Boo boutique – it glitters, it lights up and it makes her feel like the most beautiful princess in the world. She wears it everywhere and it even sleeps next to her on the bed.

I asked her if she was sure she wanted to give away her most treasured possession and she nodded, before looking at it for the last time and handing it over to grandma.

She said “I think someone will like this very much.”

This girl has such a big heart, it makes mine burst with gooey mushy mommy pride.

kirsten

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baby talk

Four and two makes six

December 9, 2013

coming soon

You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?

It’s happening. #4 is happening. We’re having a new addition to the family – arriving soon, in the summer of 2014.

So, details.

Just this one time (and we know exactly when it happened), we thought ok, since we were sort of open to the idea of having another baby but come on, obviously such things take time and according to my calculations, the odds weren’t high at that point and what the heck, let’s just take our chances and live dangerously and all that and next thing I knew, I got all vomitty and *DING DING DING*, CONGRATULATIONS, HERE’S A BABY.

Like I said, anyhowly touch also…

Well, It’s early in the pregnancy. I’m about 7 weeks in and I thought I’d keep it under wraps for another month or so but I’m at a point where I have to talk about the pregnancy symptoms (which are killing me, btw). Besides, by now, nobody’s really surprised anymore. They can all see it coming a mile away and everyone I’ve told is like “don’t say it, let me guess, you’re totally pregnant” and like the husband says, I practically live my life on the internet so it’s not like a national secret or anything. Also, I am very excite! As excited as one can be during a fourth pregnancy, I guess.

We’re glad, of course. I’m hoping it’s a girl because I NEED ANOTHER GIRL BABY. I’m not equipped to deal with 3 boys worth of testosterone slash madness. But then I really wanted Finn to be a girl and look how well that turned out. Ok, kidding. He’s turned out to be perfect in every way, my little heartbreaker.

But I have a feeling this one’s probably a girl. And we’re going to call her Hayley.

In any case, this is the last pregnancy I’ll ever have because after I give birth, let me state for the record that this factory is officially closed. That’s it, four and done.

But for now, it’s just the beginning. 8 more months, let’s go.

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