To My Dear Boys (A Little Surprise)

I felt like I broke a promise to blog more this year. Well, your dad and I had a little surprise on New Year's Day that sent me on an emotional roller coaster ride. That little surprise is now 9 weeks 3 days old, 1 inch long, and has a heartbeat of 160bpm. And that little surprise is also making me feel sick. So here we go again, the nausea, the reflux, the excessive salivating, the affinity to my bed and the whole caboodle of first trimester nightmare. Why can't I just skip to the part where I eat like a cow.

But this is the most important part I want to tell you. So please remember ok?

I will love you both as much as I have always been, if not, more.
There will be some trying times when I need to concentrate on one of you only, but trust me, your place is forevermore secured in my heart until the day it stops beating. No, no, even AFTER it stops beating.

OK? Luv ya heaps.

To My Dear Boys (About Women):

There will come a time in your relationship when your lady gets a little.... well, psychotic. To you, she is psychotic, but to a woman, she is tormented like a crab in boiling water. And the reason could be due to YOU not hugging her enough, and 328 other factors.

I don't know why, but women are complex creatures. At some point in our lives, not ALL the time, we fight with our inner-monster. It's like we have this complexity quota to achieve in our estrogenic lifetime. I, too, went through a psychotic phase with your dad. And strangely, I don't remember why. Well, could be due to him not hugging me enough and 328 other factors. And strangely also, I KNEW I was being crazy but I just couldn't control or snap out of it. But most of the time, after the phase has passed, I'd feel stupid. Childish, possessed, illogically stupid. And I'd end up with this, "Why oh why did I create a misery for myself".

So, just cut her some slack. She probably just wants you to rub her feet and say things like "Baby, I'm sorry I can't make things better, but just want you to feel better. Everything will be okay soon, I promise". Because almost always, it does.

Remember, a hug a day keeps the demoness away.

Where Am I

For the longest time, I've wanted this blog to mean something. It doesn't have a clear strong category. It's not about fashion, beauty, cooking, gadgets or cars. It's a bit about here and there, on kids, life and my crafting hobby. But no clear stand. I think a lot of blogs started out like this.

I'm going to start a series of letters to my children. Letters that tell them about the world we are in now, the world that they are growing up in. I hope these letters will also give them an insight into what their mother is like at her prime of her life. A lot of children don't know what their parents were like. I see my parents as they are now, as old people who are sometimes naggy, irrational and 'weird' but I'm sure they were not like this when they were our age now. I'm sure they were also active, spontaneous, fun, witty and full of positive energy and hope at the prime of their lives. But as little kids, we don't see it.

I hope when they are adults, this is one of the ways I can reach out to them. *dramatic orchestral music plays*

I end this post with a quote by Angela Schwindt,

While we try to teach our children about life,
Our children teach us what life is all about.

My 2010

1. I had a baby.


2. I had another baby.


Poh kai.