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Aiji night

It was a pretty good day yesterday. I meant to blog about it when the kids went to sleep but Saitaomei refused to sleep until past midnight! She must be missing Mah Mah’s sleepy fairy dust.

The sun had come up by the time she slept. Sigh my sleeping angel.

Meanwhile this one is still very cheeky and demanding. We discovered a way of getting her to stay in the stroller, just put meimei in and Saitaoha will immediately want to sit in the stroller! If we don’t let her, waterworks will start and she will point at Saitaomei in the stroller and cry ‘baby …baby…😭’

Monitoring papa giving her favourite rabbit (she calls it Xiu Xiu, morphed from ε…”ε…”) a bath. Xiu Xiu is her security blanket and to our dismay she has shunned all other rabbits and will only sleep with this one. She also drags Xiu Xiu out everywhere so it desperately needs a wash. Usually this brings out waterworks but I devised a method of telling her XiuXiu needs to pom pom and papa had to drag out the bath tub so she could see the pom pom in action.

Giving directions to papa. Super funny. There was a bit of whining when we hung Xiu Xiu out to dry but it was minimal.

Back in the kitchen means R gets his favourite noodles for lunch. He told me that he cooked for himself when I was away. ‘Oh good! Do you want to continue to do that ?’ I asked. Total silence. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


R comes out from the shower.

πŸ‘©πŸ»: Hey! Do you feel like eating icecream?

πŸ‘¦πŸ»: Ya ok.

Saitaoha: Aiji πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•!!

πŸ‘©πŸ»: Oh great! Can you walk over to my parents’ to get the icecream?

πŸ‘¦πŸ»: 😏

So that’s how we walked the 50 steps over to my parents’ house, four of us in our pjs, to get chocolate icecream for supper.

Saitaoha was delighted with our night excursion and also the promise of aiji. She greeted her Mah Mah at the door ‘Hi Mah Mah! Aiji!!’ We took the box of icecream and strolled home under the starry skies.

Papa and Saitaoha enjoying their chocolate icecream.


Last day of holiday

Last day in Singapore, also known as the day you try to stuff as much food as possible into your protesting stomach. We are tamchiak like that. Before we went to bed, ah Ma Whatsapped me from her room (does everyone do that because we do that a lot!) listing all the food items we had to finish off, it went something like sio bee, Lao Ban tau hway, Tai Cheong egg tarts, cheng teng, nashi pears …. 😱😱😱 Despite this list, I am still regretting not having another bowl of lor mee, maybe it’s best to stop while I have such fond memories of that first bowl.

The day started well with a mug of Toastbox kopi, for some reason I keep thinking that their kopis are very popular with Singaporeans and I should try? Anyway, it was very nice but I’m not sure that it was nicer than the ones I’ve had at kopitiams? I will miss kopis so much!

Ah Ma had nasi Padang which was very good. She let me have a few bites and everything I tasted was very tasty, she was quite pleased.

We also ordered chai tow kueh to share, I didn’t eat much of this but I remember it was good the last time I had it.

Or luak/ oyster omelette was piping hot and yummy, the oysters were fat and juicy, egg crispy, so good. I have to confess these were just shared dishes, my main was chicken rice and ah pa had curry laksa πŸ˜“.

Ah Ma asked me to take a photo of this attap chee from our ais kachang for my sis. She loves attap chee.

It was a back breaking day because Saitaoha was at her needy best (more on that later) and I ended up baby wearing her instead of the baby! My poor parents had to take turns carrying Saitaomei, I tell you, Salonpas is a must in our household. We stopped for a rest at Taka where we finally bought Tai Cheong eggtarts coz no queue. Ah Ma was like ‘aiyoh I only bought 2 eggtarts, why they package until so nice?’

Eggtarts were nice, I don’t know that they were wow though, maybe I’m used to the puff pastry egg tarts in Perth? But they were still good eggtarts.

It started pouring again late afternoon. Saitaoha fell asleep at 3pm because she was so tired after our day out. Poor kid has been walking so much (she hates being carried and doesn’t like strollers so we didn’t bring one) she has a blister on her foot. Ah Ma and I were resigned that late nap = late bedtime ‘we die loh’ she exclaimed dejectedly πŸ˜…. Anyway we still took advantage of her nap to sneak out for last minute shopping. That’s when Ah Ma and I shared a Yole, not as good as Ilao Ilao!

On our way back home, Ah Ma stopped and said ‘oh oh, what’s that ?!’ She pointed at Saitaomei’s head.

She thought it was bird crap and burst into laughter when I told her sheepishly that it was the chocolate sauce from our Yole. ‘That’s what happens when your mother is a tamchiak gui‘ she laughed. I told her that earlier in the day ah pa also noticed a grain of chicken rice on Saitaomei’s head πŸ˜“, she almost collapsed in laughter in the lift. Took out my mobile with her shaking with laughter hands and snapped this photo saying ‘quick must take photo to show your sisters’. It’s so nice to be the joke of the family 😏.

We were planning to go to our usual zhi char for Chap Goh Meh but the heavy downpour cancelled all plans for a feast. To be honest, we were so stuffed anyway. Ended up taking away some food which we had very late.

Looks messy but I had yong tao fu. I only had it around 9pm so it tasted very nice haha.

Saitaoha has been driving me mad! Her neediness and whining had reached new heights since we’ve arrived in Singapore. During the start of the holiday, I thought she was just delighted that I was going to be around 24/7 and that the novelty would soon wear off. But it’s grown worse! She refuses to let anyone else carry her or hold her hand except me, she cries if I leave the room, she insists that she wants milk if she sees me feeding Saitaomei, she cries when I am carrying Saitaomei and wants to be carried at the same time. It’s driving me mad and I keep getting so impatient with her. SIGH, I don’t know what to do. Part of me thinks I need to discipline her, another part of me is fed up with myself for telling her off. Lately she’s learned words like ‘wait’ ‘stop’ ‘sorry’, it makes me feel sad because I know she’s picked it up from me 😒.

I didn’t realise we could see the TP central shopping street lights from our window, so pretty! I love the night views of Singapore from our windows. Good bye Singapore, I will miss you, thank you for another gorgeous holidayπŸ’•.

Saitaoha is two

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In a blink of an eye, my Saitaoha turns two.

The two years have been tough on my physical and mental self, my bones are weary, my eyes are bloodshot and my back is breaking. Mentally, I am exhausted, I forget things easily, I feel guilty and stressed all the time. But my heart is full. Yes it’s been tough but it’s also been easy, so easy to love this child, so simple to be happy the instance you hear her laugh, or wrap her in a cuddle, or smooth her hair.

Saitaoha is a monkey, she’s so cheeky and bright. Once she passed one, I stopped recording her milestones nor do I know what they’re supposed to be. But it amazes me that she knows her numbers, shapes, colours and the entire alphabet. She learns new words everyday and it’s so fun to hear her talk her toddler language. I hope we always applaud her little achievements and encourage her to keep learning and developing.

Character wise she is well on her way to terrible twos. She is demanding, stubborn and strong willed. She is also generous, sweet and funny. I am struggling to keep my patience and anger at bay when she misbehaves. It troubles me that I forget she’s only two especially with the arrival of Saitaomei. It’s like I expect her to grow up and be the big sister overnight because I now have less time for her. But she’s only just turned two, I need to remind myself to stop being so hard on her. And to be more patient.

Like now when it’s almost midnight and she refuses to sleep! I try not to get angry and coax her to sleep. She climbs on me, plants kisses on my cheeks and grins at me in the dark. Where did she learn to do that? Heart melts instantly.

Today it was all about Saitaoha. We bought her a little strawberry cake and she loved it. ‘Cake mummy!! Cake!!’ She loves blowing candles and we had to stop her from blowing them out before the birthday song was sung.

Gung gung helps to blow out candles. Her gung gung dotes on her so much, perhaps too much.

Eating cake is a serious job. Later on Mah Mah ‘helped’ to finish her unfinished cake which she left on her plate for ages. But she was upset and looked at Mah Mah in dismay ‘caaaake!!’ she wailed. Poor Mah Mah was so guilty she gave her a pack of nuts. Which her mummy ended up finishing and she looked at her mummy and wailed ‘nuuts!!’ Oops.

A happy girl and her cake. She knows how to say happy birthday but sometimes she gets it mixed up and says ‘happy day!!’ which is even better. May you always be happy my dearest Saitaoha. Love you to pieces πŸ’•.

Last night in Kuching

So my holiday in Kuching, my hometown, is finally over. We’re flying out to Singapore early in the morning then heading back to Perth in a few days.

The weeks have flown by. I have really enjoyed this retreat back home. It was exactly what I needed to reenergise my body and recharge my soul.

Both kids are asleep so my parents and I shared the last bowl of Sunny Hill pandan ice cream. I think I have successfully converted ah Ma to be a fan of this ice cream.

My parents went all out to make sure I was well rested and enjoyed my holiday. During the brief periods when Saitaoha was napping, ah pa would stay home to tend to her while ah Ma would drive us out to go shopping or food hunting. I didn’t even request to go anywhere, but she would drive to Sunny Hill even though she was unsure how to get there, because she knew I loved the pandan icecream there.

Yesterday I went to ζ‹œ my gung gung. I apologised to him for taking my parents away from mah mah but said that I knew he would understand. I told him that Mah Mah was well looked after, but in a way I wish her suffering would end because she no longer recognises us or is aware of her surroundings. I don’t know that she is happy and I can only imagine how sad my father is when he sees her in this state. During Chinese New Year, I told ah pa that Mah Mah turned her head towards me because I was holding Saitaomei and she was crying loudly. A few days later we were with Mah Mah in the garden and Saitaomei started crying. Instead of asking me whether she’s hungry or hurrying me to tend to her like ah pa usually would, he asked me to hold the crying Saitaomei nearer to Mah Mah. So I put Saitaomei on Mah Mah’s lap but Mah Mah didn’t even flicker. After a while ah pa sat back resigned and motioned me to go soothe Saitaomei ‘eh sai liao (可δ»₯δΊ†οΌ‰’ he said. My heart broke.

I said goodbye to Mah Mah this afternoon, I asked her whether she remembered how whenever I visited her during uni holidays she would hug me and say ‘Mah Mah ju lai ju eh, lu ju lai ju kwang (Mah Mah is getting shorter and you’re getting taller).’ It’s been almost a decade since my grandparents’ home was sold and they moved in with us, but I always look out for their house whenever we drive pass it. My lasting memory is of Mah Mah standing in the porch waving and shouting ‘bye bye!’ to us. We would roll down the car window and wave and shout ‘bye bye Mah Mah!!’ I wish we could return to those days.

I have savoured staying in my family home. R and I are from the same hometown, so for the past years when we’ve been home, I’ve stayed at his house.

This time there are so many things that I noticed about our house that I took for granted. Like our extra high ceilings. And lights that have been changed. And walls that seem to be of a different colour from what I remember. I asked my parents about these changes and they tell me all these little improvements were made when my sisters got married or before my brother’s wedding. I’d never noticed how much effort my parents put in to make sure our family home looked good for these occasions.

I will miss our lush and green garden with the graceful trees that are now so tall. When I was young these trees and their branches were still within arms’ reach.

I took photographs of Saitaoha on this swing. This swing means so much to us because this was where my grandparents sat every evening when they visited us. When my siblings and I were kids, this swing was our imaginary train and ship.

Ah pa’s organ which he still plays. When we were young, ah pa would play on the organ while waiting for us to get ready to go out for Sunday breakfast. We grew up with music played by my father.

I will miss our collection of books. Some so old and worn the covers are taped up. Some are new and brought back by my sisters and myself whenever we returned home from Uni.

I had a really good look at the many photos around our house this holiday. This caricature of my parents was drawn at Sanrioland during our family trip to Japan during Sakura season. Most of our family photos are taken at famous landmarks around the world. My parents brought us for family trips every year. We travelled to Europe, US, Japan, South Africa and many other countries. It was only when I was older that I realise how expensive these family trips were and how much my parents sacrificed (not to mention the work!) to ensure we could see the world.

I love these stickers on our bed frames. We bought them during our US trip to Disneyworld. When I was young, I would touch these stickers and believe that they were magic and bring us luck.

I love my family home. It’s my sanctuary. When I was struggling in Perth, I kept dreaming of my home. Some day this house will be sold, but the memories will remain. I hope my parents will eventually settle in Australia and I can help to create a home for them that will bring them as much happiness as our family home in Kuching.

Saitaomei is 3 months old

Saitaomei is three months today. Has it only been three months? I feel like she’s been part of our lives forever.

It’s been really tough juggling two kids even with my parents’ stupendous help. They’ve had to run quite a lot of errands since we’ve been home so I’ve had some bouts of looking after two kids. Wah mummies who have two or more kids and no help, I don’t know how you do it!!

I feel terrible because I feel like someone always gets neglected when I’m taking care of the other. And as life would have it, Saitaoha will tell me she needs to go potty when I’m feeding Saitaomei. Or Saitaoha will be fast asleep and then get woken up by her sister’s wailing. Or both kids will be crying at the same time. At one point I was rocking Saitaomei to sleep and I could tell Saitaoha just needed some patting to fall asleep. I was contemplated patting her butt with my foot!

Anyway I’m sure I will eventually get better at this. I am thankful for my beautiful girls and happy that they are growing well. Happy 3 months SaitaomeiπŸ’•πŸ’•


I love this traditional ζ°‘ε›½ outfit that ah pa bought for Saitaoha. This Chinese New Year I’ve been having fun dressing up the kids. I am slowly getting sucked in to the joy of dressing up daughters. So many pretty and cute dresses…

This little girl is such a bad sleeper but such a sweetie pie. She’s in a sailor dress gifted by her yee yee. I think my girls are mostly dressed by their grandparents and aunties.

Saitaoha’s matching dress, also a gift from her da yee. I love this dress too.

Jiejie kissing meimei, but meimei doesn’t look impressed. Saitaoha is actually pretty good with her little sister, she comes running to me with her sister’s dummy if she hears her crying. There are times when she demand for my attention when she sees me carrying her meimei, luckily that’s not too often.

Saitaoha is really having a great time this holiday. So am I. I’m getting to spend a lot of quality time with my daughters and my parents without the stress and exhaustion. I’m starting to miss R and we’re talking a lot more online across the ocean than when we were face to face under one roof.

Tonight Saitaoha was accompanying me in the kitchen while I was warming up her milk. We both heard the sound of fireworks going off and she gasped. I carried her up in my arms and we looked out the kitchen window to see fireworks bursting in the air. For the next minute, we just stood there admiring the pretty sparks as they fell in front of us. It was bliss and I felt so happy to be able to share that magical moment with my baby.

Gong Xi Gong Xi

The first day of the Lunar New Year is almost over. It was a different sort of εˆδΈ€ without my siblings and R, but still a memorable and good one with my girls and my parents.

Saitaoha was cranky because she slept late last night and didn’t nap much in the day. Luckily she cheered up in the afternoon after a good nap. We went to Spring to stock up on fresh milk and stopped by Sugarbun for a soft serve icecream. Due to Saitaoha’s obsession with ‘aiji’, we have been indulging her this holiday and it feels as if there are lots of heartwarming scenes of us eating icecream and soft serves on the steps of TP hub, in our TP flat, in our kuching home and all around town.

It’s going to be a quiet CNY, we’ve hardly prepared for it knowing that lots of people won’t even know my parents are home and therefore we won’t have visitors. I think the peak of our CNY visiting was over since my grandparents became unwell. We didn’t like it much then and found CNY visitors a hassle. I remember us siblings huddling behind our living room on the staircase where we would sneak CNY snacks, peer out at our parents’ visitors and gossip about them. I miss those days now.

Ending this post with a few photos of the kids.

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