tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84029636927610829942024-02-20T01:19:16.113+11:00Life With A MiniKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-53207943357590950052012-06-25T16:53:00.000+10:002012-06-25T16:53:39.020+10:00No thanks Mummy!So a few of you have started asking, why have I stopped blogging!? It really wasn't intentional. You see, shortly after we got an IPad I stopped using the laptop. The blogger app is just not user friendly enough for me and I just got lazy! =P The IPad is super convenient to lug around and the battery lasts for ages! <br />
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Kayden is at that very fun stage right now where he yaps away at just nothing and everything in particular. I love it when we have little mini <i>babysations</i>. Earlier today (after a round of negotiations, where I promised a snake gummy if he would have his cold medication), he held the snake to his ear as if it was a phone (yea I know, that's so completely random)<br />
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<i>"Ello?"</i><br />
<i>"MMmm Hmm!"</i><br />
<i>"Yeaaa...."</i><br />
<i>"Uh Huh."</i><br />
<i>"OooooH?"</i><br />
<i>"OK, Bye!"</i><br />
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Apparently, that is how I sound like on the phone. According to my little man. Further confirmations with Daddy confirmed it.<br />
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Uh Huh.<br />
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I think the boys in my life are mocking me!<br />
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He has a pretty good understanding of everything that we say now. Sometimes even when not spoken to, he replies. (While on the phone to Daddy) Do you think we should have some pies for dinner? <i>"No thanks! Rice!"</i> would be his reply. Of course rice boy. Of course. <br />
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On the positive side, his very adamant NO is very often a "No thanks!" instead.<br />
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<i>Kayden don't just eat the chips. Have some of the chicken too please?</i><br />
<i>No thanks Mummy. Chips. </i><br />
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<i>Outside Mummy! </i><br />
<i>Its cold and windy outside, stay inside please?</i><br />
<i>No thanks! It's cold. Hat on! Let's go! (</i>he thinks putting on a hat is the answer to beating the cold LOL) <i><br />
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And then after we step back in the house...<i><br />
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<i>Kayden, let's have a hot shower instead of a bath? </i><i> </i><br />
<i>No thanks Mummy! Bath.</i><br />
And without skipping a beat, turns on the tap in the tub and starts prepping his bath toys to go into the bath!<br />
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He tends to go on those floor stomping tantrums lately too. (Yea, I think we are still stuck in the terrible Twos) So by the end of the day, I am just willing for things to move along in a nice and peaceful manner, so I just go with it. These very polite No thanks seem to let him get away with alot of misbehavior to be honest!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-58603770199706990692012-06-05T11:25:00.002+10:002012-06-05T12:14:11.257+10:00From baby to boyHello again everyone! It was an unintended break from the blog but it has most definitely taken a backseat as we got on with the ins and outs of life! I'm testing out the blogger app on the iPhone, so I hope this works.<br />
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It is the first week of winter here in Melbourne. I'm not much of a winter person and I am missing the warmer autumn days already!<br />
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A few shots of our blissful summer and autumn days. <br />
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We have done so much over the 2 seasons and there was so much to learn about our little boy. Kayden is now 31 months. A little boy he is now!<br />
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We have discovered he is a huge animal lover. He loves all animals of the furry kind. In fact all kinds including those that sometimes live in his toy box. Bear bear and baby bear badly needs a wash but he makes sure that they are under the covers with him at bedtime every night, so I am unsure if I should put them in for a wash! <br />
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Over the past couple of months he's learned all his colours of the rainbow ( but he can't say yellow, it comes out 'wow o') and is able to recite from 1 through to ten in both English and Mandarin. We are still not quite there with his alphabets so that is still a work in progress. <br />
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He likes helping Mommy cook so I put him on our bench top in front of me and he helps me with simple tasks like sprinkling the cheese for the Lasagna. Complete with silly faces for the camera.<br />
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My outdoorsy baby asks to go for a play alot. But we have had some crazy weather recently and sometimes heading out is simply not an option. I am trying not to limit his play so I am constantly on a hunt for activities both outdoors and indoors. If you have suggestions, do share! <br />
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I only recently started his growth chart.(previously I just relied on his visits to the nurse to find out how tall he<br />
Is) I measured him the other day and was so surprised to see he has grown 3cm taller in just 2 months. <br />
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And there is much more growing to be done! Till the next post, stay well everyone! Hopefully I have a photo of cleaner bear to show everyone too :)<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw67nX9JXQcpRP4MB3qUh-vZRijl93iHMV2fgbq57wV6eYZngrKVHGpTwc2tb2WiCDCJrFxvO4TBSfxn5EvFPBwZdfeSqPmF3KsxQdQeJeUk1pkUyo98cqXt1JHab0su3Y08nC_KttzXdh/s640/blogger-image--1862630314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw67nX9JXQcpRP4MB3qUh-vZRijl93iHMV2fgbq57wV6eYZngrKVHGpTwc2tb2WiCDCJrFxvO4TBSfxn5EvFPBwZdfeSqPmF3KsxQdQeJeUk1pkUyo98cqXt1JHab0su3Y08nC_KttzXdh/s640/blogger-image--1862630314.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5sDQMD2AnQYgusazext2H7G4TkKYFTr_7nZyg8Z54FT7czXvzbuCVFSfxo2u7mTDDKBUpV4pU_AU0wb3cRg9MTjrg_8UG4zgC1jrGljVM7eyZklgj3S0bRSoI1_42nuTIBWgG3vIZEsQ/s640/blogger-image-1233144674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5sDQMD2AnQYgusazext2H7G4TkKYFTr_7nZyg8Z54FT7czXvzbuCVFSfxo2u7mTDDKBUpV4pU_AU0wb3cRg9MTjrg_8UG4zgC1jrGljVM7eyZklgj3S0bRSoI1_42nuTIBWgG3vIZEsQ/s640/blogger-image-1233144674.jpg" /></a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-30893923632139084002012-01-25T08:30:00.000+11:002012-01-25T08:30:07.458+11:00Gong Xi Fa Cai<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbg5ck_PA9BZF3qolhCkLvEeTpa2zjafoeMO_3F_g28mduaWyYLgD0xWh1L1-bhb2UdmTvCLkUk6OqzCVmoDQM4X_Bls_-dfGRiIzPiIfATYz-w-z8TZ_6czSZmdo70MWjROD1g_yyDGDS/s1600/IMG_8622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div> <br />
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Happy Chinese New Year! May the year of the water dragon bring us all luck, prosperity and good health! This year we are at our new home celebrating chinese new year for the first time here. I havent even finished blogging about Christmas and what do you know, it is already Chinese New Year! A couple of days after Christmas I had the tree put away and a sprinkling of red replaces the decoration in our house for the month of January.<br />
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The house has lately also been smelling of baked new year's goods and other treats. I haven't done baking for new year's for the longest time, and this year I am starting again with hubby's request, starting with some pineapple tarts. I even attempted homemade <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nian_gao">nian gao</a> and braised shiitake mushrooms! We live in a very multicultural street and we have been so lucky to have had all sorts of treats given to us "for chinese new year!". Some interesting items included sweet indian dumplings( I forgot what they were called), deep fried and then soaked in a sweet sugar syrup. Just before we sat down for our reunion dinner, yet another knock on our door opens up to the sight of freshly steamed giant buns with red dates slotted into them, check that out!<br />
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We were away last year and the rest of the family here had an almost non existent chinese new year celebration (they had fish and chips for their reunion dinner! And leftovers for the first day haha!). So this year, we had everyone over our place and placed a feast in front of them. It is tradition back in Singapore to have steamboat for reunion dinner at my parents' house, so I do the same at mine. If we can have a steaming hot pot in Singapore's tropical weather, we can most certainly do the same in 34 degree heat in melbourne!<br />
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I can certainly no chef, I have never cooked the traditional dishes for the festive occasion before attempting the braised shiitake mushrooms, so hooray for the steamboat because all I had to do was buy the ingredients and away we feast! But the very aspiring and competent chef of my father in law, made a magnificent Lou Hei (a traditional Singaporean chinese new year salad -very apt!). It was so yummy! Third day into the new year we've already done it twice! Kayden got right into the tossing! He had his little spoon instead of chopsticks and was also flicking the salad into the air! He even stood on the table so he can do it higher than everyone else hah! We clinked our glasses and swished the meats into the simmering pot, sweating the night away! But hey it was a great dinner!<br />
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As the new year begins, we reflect on how much things and people have changed, Especially how much our little man has grown and really starting to develop his own personality. He now understands almost everything we say and sound his own opinions even when eavesdropping on the adults! A year ago, at new year's he was only still a babbling baby, scooting around on all fours! Now, on the first day of new year, with his hands clasped together, he tells us "Gong Xi Gong Xi!". But, only if you have a red packet in your hand ready to hand it to him! The cheeky little thing! He already knows the value of money! (He knows it gets him strawberries at the supermarket - "Pay! Eat!").<br />
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I hope you are all having a great start to the year so far!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-86302117486043572332012-01-16T00:34:00.001+11:002012-01-16T00:34:00.206+11:00Summer pickings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>My son LOVES strawberries. Or in his words, <i>woberries</i>. Late morning one day, the skies cleared up and it was warm and sunny. So we made a <i>very</i> impromptu trip to a strawberry farm!<br />
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Kayden has never known strawberries to come in any other form other than the plastic boxes they come in at the supermarkets. So on the way there, we said to him <i>"We are going to pick some strawberries!".</i> And I don't have a doubt that in his little head, he thought we were driving to the supermarket to get some. Usually, when its time to do a grocery shop at the supermarket, he will say <i>Woberry?</i><br />
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So we collected a punnet at the door and lead him to the rows and rows of sweet smelling strawberry plants. "Loooook Kayden! What's that?" I said. He come closer to where I was pointing at near the ground, and then his eyes grew bigger and bigger in wonder. And he exclaimed, "WO-BERRY!!!!!".<br />
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A good little fruit picker he was. I told him not to pull on the white ones. And to turn them around to check if they were red all around. I was surprised he actually managed to pick some good ones! (Just only a little squished by the time he brought them to me). `<br />
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By the end of the afternoon, our bellies were full of strawberries and other sweets. YUM YUM!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-30586012131066785322012-01-14T11:16:00.003+11:002012-01-14T11:16:00.529+11:00Colours of Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySdvTY6XfMUdVSLiC34XP1AtWYDJDNkswuRGWif1Aa8-0CPAFXshERpghzUtyX-UIh7aHG_4z7Ko_EdUuDZ60C8PtTKSLw1tYVDZGYgLj57sjR03oMg8lxOx96y_zAuBjJe8WeT7b_Slf/s1600/IMG_8231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySdvTY6XfMUdVSLiC34XP1AtWYDJDNkswuRGWif1Aa8-0CPAFXshERpghzUtyX-UIh7aHG_4z7Ko_EdUuDZ60C8PtTKSLw1tYVDZGYgLj57sjR03oMg8lxOx96y_zAuBjJe8WeT7b_Slf/s400/IMG_8231.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had unintentionally bought fruits in red and greens, even my fruit bowl was looking Christmasy! </div><br />
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Last week was pure summer bliss! We were out on day trips and where we are not out, we were back home working on the garden. By the way, I don't remember giving K ice cream on a cone like this much before. But he now attempts to make playdoh ice cream in that shape! Must be an instinctual thing? I've ever only given him home made ice blocks (made out of smoothies or diluted juice) prior.<br />
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These photos are gold! Definitely ordering large prints on these!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-80777536931064260482012-01-09T17:22:00.001+11:002012-01-09T17:23:07.295+11:002011 Melbourne Hail StormSeasons in Australia is the complete opposite of most other parts of the world. Where it is snowing in Europe, we are experiencing sweltering heatwaves here in Australia. Elsewhere, where people may be all rugged up in their winter wear making snow angels, most of us here are dressed in our lightest summer wear, slathering on the SPF and feeling the sand between our toes at the beach.<br />
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On Christmas Day morning, we slept in and I woke up to a beautiful sunny day. I love summer so I don't complain when its a hot 32 degree day. In fact I love it. Christmas dinner was to be at a cousin's who lives just a short distance away.<br />
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Just as we were getting ready to leave, I noticed the skies had suddenly turned a dark grey. And so I stepped out to take closer look. It was like a scene out of Charmed. What I wasn't expecting to see were dark swirling clouds, tumbling over themselves as they rolled above me in the sky. WTH!? Barely half an hour ago it was a sunny hot 32 degree heat. <br />
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We were already running late for dinner (isn't it strange how the ones who lives the closest are very often the ones who turn up late!), so we packed ourselves into our car and pulled out of the driveway. Just in time to avoid a light feathery drizzle on ourselves.<br />
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But what was to be just a short 10 minute drive turned into an experience of a lifetime.<br />
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That light drizzle turned into a frenzied thunderstorm. The kind that had our windscreen wipers on our at its maximum speed and still we couldn't see ahead of us. We felt the car being pushed by the wine. We later learned it was 100km/h winds.<br />
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Then it hailed. Which isn't a first in Melbourne, but it hailed so hard ,we had to pull over onto the side of the road. And we waited for it to pass.<br />
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But it didn't! In fact, it hailed even harder. It was pretty scary in fact. And the noise that it made! We were fully expecting the windscreen to shatter right in front of us. I was worried. So I plucked some Christmas pressies from our backseat and I was shielding our faces with them.. just in case. Kayden was terrified.Sitting all alone in the backseat, his eyes blinked at the sound of every loud clatter the hail stones were making. His shoulders were up under his ears and he was shell shocked. At first he was saying "rain!". But soon he was going "Oh NO! Oh no!" with a very worried expression on his face. <br />
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We must have only stopped for about 5 minutes. But with the ferocity of the hail outside, we felt like we were trapped in a thin metal box with 6 glass windows which were about to shatter anytime. We knew it was a possibility the car was going to be a write off. But we are just thankful we weren't cut by shattered windows!<br />
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When the calm came, we turned around to check on the house. We were just only 2 minutes away, but I think it took a good 15 minutes because huge branches laid across the roads and several points were flooded and we had to take a detour to get back home. <br />
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By the time we stepped out of our car back home most of the hail have already melted. (It was 32 degrees outside just before after all). And these were some of the things we saw as we drove back home. <br />
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Our car is a different story though. Our brave black warrior that protected us from the hail now has battle scars. Dents on every single panel of the car. We counted over a hundred on the bonnet alone.<br />
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I don't like the snow, and have never wished for a white Christmas! But I suppose quite a few other people must have said that out loud because we sure had a white Christmas 2011! What an experience!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-4424028010368970112012-01-05T13:13:00.000+11:002012-01-05T13:13:02.526+11:00Our Christmas week in photosFirst off, Happy New Year to all! I hope everyone's had a lovely festive season!<br />
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We had so much going on, you have no idea. Lots of Christmas entries to come. I have so much to share! Warning! Photo heavy entry.<br />
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K and I both came down with a yucky viral infection that left us both covered in bright red spots a week before Christmas. Thank god we both recovered in time to soak in the Christmas festivities!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas Eve was just us. Our little family of 3. I made a really simple chicken roast, scalloped potatoes and some organic greens. Here he is, waving to us to hurry up! It's chow time!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Christmas for us is a huge extended family affair. Most of my mother-in-law's family lives here in Melbourne. And she ranks number 15 in her family. She has 14 other siblings! <i>FOURTEEN</i>. The little ones running around, the teenagers (where by rank, I am, urgh. Their grand aunty, due to the huge age gap between the senior members of the family) all slouched on the couches and carpet (on their gadgets of course), the parentals all gathered around the long dinner table sipping on their wines and gossiping, and us toddler moms sharing our latest parenting woes while trying to make sure our minis aren't scoffing down too much junk food! I love it! <br />
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Oh the food! We have some restaurateurs and chefs in the family, so we really do get spoilt at family occasions. I always forget to take photos because I get too excited wowing at the food, calling out "Who made THIS yummy!?", pleading for recipes and piling my plate high. So I only remember my camera towards the end (where I jump up from my chair, leave my empty plate in its place to take photos of the food. So these were the sweets they were just only just starting to serve towards the end of the evening. No photos of my plate. I was too busy keeping little fingers picking marshmallows off reindeer cookies from me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By the way, this is my yearly contribution. I'm the one that brings the finger lickin good (if I could even say so myself!) sticky date pudding. Short of putting a decorative bunch of mint leaves and strawberries on top, I have resigned to just leaving it look all boring and brown. So long it tastes yum I say!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My father-in-law's homemade silky smooth beancurd dessert - gone in minutes! So good!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haha, I'm beginning to see a trend here. Plain again, but so melt in your mouth goodness! Fruit parcels these ones.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>By 9pm, the little ones were getting feral, tired and grouchy. For some, it was a long drive home. It was an indication it was time for pressies! The army of kids and teenagers gathered in the large family room and the sound of paper ripping was followed by squeals of excitement that followed. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks like it was no secret that K is addicted to the app =) You should have heard him laugh when he saw it!</td></tr>
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</a></div> In short, we had a great Christmas. The little man got spoilt! And so did we. Surrounded by the ones we treasure near and far at this time of the year. Sharing the laughter and smiles. I took lots of mental snapshots too. There is <i>NO</i> dieting to be had. With Chinese New Year coming up in a few weeks, what diet!? Easter choccies have already made their appearance on the supermarket shelves!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-35075985453081288822011-12-12T00:02:00.000+11:002011-12-12T00:02:08.069+11:00Pizza night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihASGjuw07jSt06b-V-QA16LKxmwrHxtDluWCKJHGpTKWLChNkVmwJVULlE8FZM5LHs7MR-wkF8pVvccLtNBFMaS-H3m3H_A8JmpssFxJu18sJxCvC-pWr2fbJ-pShyOfGNsjh2pTpU86b/s1600/pizza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihASGjuw07jSt06b-V-QA16LKxmwrHxtDluWCKJHGpTKWLChNkVmwJVULlE8FZM5LHs7MR-wkF8pVvccLtNBFMaS-H3m3H_A8JmpssFxJu18sJxCvC-pWr2fbJ-pShyOfGNsjh2pTpU86b/s640/pizza.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br />
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Kayden's little best friend just returned from a long overseas trip away. As a welcome home party, 3 families on our street gathered at one house and we spent a whole evening creating our own pizzas and cooking them in a wood fire pizza oven which the host built himself! They tasted amazing!<br />
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Oh boy were the 2 little boys happy to see each other again! There were alot of noisy games of chase and racing each other on their trikes to be had. They giggled like little girls as they 'cheers!' themselves with little slices of pizzas. Too cute! <br />
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At the end of the night, we even had a loaf of bread from the leftover pizza dough to bring home. But the best part? Was it only took us 15seconds to walk home. How good is that! Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-17956818610956594992011-12-08T22:36:00.001+11:002011-12-08T22:41:16.363+11:00Green is the new brown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLT3DCPDWdzuAKPiGOQ32mAb_JixMbDasyJumbSyFX4qDbTs5HyYM8YzT_sG7xjLas1XYFP-JxKxsfy9bSmBAV51UywirI8frfPO7kPnwjWGEV4IlvMfXQQUy2Mqvzu_p4NAZT3_8hkCH/s1600/IMG_8180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLT3DCPDWdzuAKPiGOQ32mAb_JixMbDasyJumbSyFX4qDbTs5HyYM8YzT_sG7xjLas1XYFP-JxKxsfy9bSmBAV51UywirI8frfPO7kPnwjWGEV4IlvMfXQQUy2Mqvzu_p4NAZT3_8hkCH/s640/IMG_8180.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
We have a lawn! No more looking at the brown dirt! Whooopeeee!I know its just plain grass out there but all that colour makes me very happy. But I must confess we didn't do this ourselves. We have a sizable yard and it just was not DIY-able with a very inquisitive toddler around. Just putting in a handful of trees on the side fence was abit of a nightmare. Kayden was stuffing soil into his nappy! His gumboots! Sprinkling dirt into his hair! I think I spent more time cleaning out the shower and bath after I washed him off.<br />
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We got instant turf and it will take around 4 weeks to settle and hopefully bind together. So at the moment I've been watering it 4 times a day. We have only 2 taps outside and I have to shuffle the hoses and sprinklers around to make sure I get all the grassed areas. It get a bit tricky when you have a very clingy toddler who's wanting to follow you everywhere. But it's all good once I have the sprinklers set up and going. There's something very therapeutic about watching and listening to thousands of little drops of water swirling around in a very rhythmic pattern. That fine white mist falling onto a carpet of green glistening under the sun. Just gorgeous!<br />
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And as expected Kayden just cannot wait to go roll around on the lawn. He sneaks onto it every time I'm not looking! It's not ready to walk on yet, not at least another 3 weeks or so. I am not risking little yellow patches all over. So I hand him a small shovel and tell him to go play with the dirt on the edges. And then wash him off everytime.<br />
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Oh and we just struck a deal with our neighbours, we're building a sandpit (soon hopefully), and they're getting a swing set. Fun summer times ahead!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-2717724102519655302011-12-05T01:50:00.003+11:002011-12-05T10:11:08.269+11:00CYA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqR2pf4VitFgTODB6IVrxE1jAnl7o4ll4Zn9VbTUBPbSXpMVcobObVl5I8KA_NMJ3q9myP5bBgwMML5F2Fu1gkHh4DFgWkbJP1SqZz052DKtnBhYFMRVX8kPJhZFoZQXh6WeOYUau0iZcE/s1600/keyboardk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqR2pf4VitFgTODB6IVrxE1jAnl7o4ll4Zn9VbTUBPbSXpMVcobObVl5I8KA_NMJ3q9myP5bBgwMML5F2Fu1gkHh4DFgWkbJP1SqZz052DKtnBhYFMRVX8kPJhZFoZQXh6WeOYUau0iZcE/s400/keyboardk.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
I had some pretty cool professors at uni back in my days. They all left us words of wisdom. At one particular tutorial before the exams, our research prof walked in empty handed, except for this one transparency (and a texter). Which he proceeded to flip the overhead projector on and wrote 3 big letters on it.<br />
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He wasn't telling us all 'seeya later!' We most definitely do not want to see him ever again for repeating the same unit that's for sure. CYA means COVER YOUR ASS. Oh my, I laughed until I cried during tut I think. Whatever you do in life, just make sure you cover your ass, he says. Well that's made an impression for sure.<br />
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And Kayden my son, you most definitely need to learn this one important life lesson. No matter what you do, always CYA. Doing the above is not CYA-ing. You almost got away for the number '9'.But the 'Y' and the 'U' is a big red fat FAIL my boy. <br />
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Remember boys and girls, always CYA!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-61695859146024592872011-12-03T10:49:00.000+11:002011-12-03T10:49:40.922+11:00Everybody fall in!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1jsB9ujT816pDGtOAHp4gYVLtruaPXhPNoTMKzo4Pyf3Ryz3f1MIqZiu9iyV__uSIwgARgNjevvSFdwHzcQyRn3Q_LLhV3yalfzbX8QL8dcItCtsnyuSGSbj8BpfI4AEkgabOlNuk2Su/s1600/tidyk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1jsB9ujT816pDGtOAHp4gYVLtruaPXhPNoTMKzo4Pyf3Ryz3f1MIqZiu9iyV__uSIwgARgNjevvSFdwHzcQyRn3Q_LLhV3yalfzbX8QL8dcItCtsnyuSGSbj8BpfI4AEkgabOlNuk2Su/s640/tidyk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Hopefully this ensues even when he's a couch hogging teenager. The being tidy part. NOT looking forward to the couch hogging.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-30202090446777457442011-11-30T08:44:00.001+11:002011-11-30T08:44:00.168+11:00Down soldUsually upselling involves getting a better and more expensive item. But last week, I found I was down sold by Coles. We were running out of pasta for the boy (I normally buy the small spirals, macaroni or shell) so as I neared the shelves I spotted this!<br />
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Well to be honest, not really. There was this other parent who was talking to his partner and he said, "Get the dino one!" as I was pushing my trolley near them. So just like that I got sucked into buying a pack. Normal pasta $3. Down sold pasta $1. Bargain!<br />
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When cooked every piece was a good size. K fits about 1 to 2 on his spoon when he scoops. They don't necessarily taste better, but CUTE don't you think! <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S. In case anyone recognizes the flowers from my previous wedding post. The groom announced at the end of the night that we were welcomed to take them home. I was eyeing them all night long. So I pounced and grabbed them! So pretty!</span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-34456673937849594902011-11-28T22:48:00.003+11:002011-11-30T11:58:57.880+11:00Groovy baby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">With Christmas already in the air, there is much joy to be had. We attended the wedding of a cousin yesterday. Almost all week long it was sunshine and warm breezes. But the day before the wedding. It POURED. It poured so much, our backyard looked like a mud pool, Kayden would be more than happy to roll about in. It was so gloomy and horrid. There were reports of flash floodings. </div><div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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The bestie and me exchange Christmas ornaments for the tree every year. We used to prowl Orchard Road in Singapore when the streets are fully adorned with all the lights, taking photos of all the pretty decorations. Back then it was a yearly ritual for us. We hope that eventually our trees will look similar. We live in 2 different countries, and by doing so we hope we carry abit of each other throughout the Christmas season. It carries for me that significance and nostalgia of yesteryears.<br />
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I got these bears from work almost 5 years ago. They were doing a Christmas clean up and were throwing out bags and bags of these cute teddies. I got a decent haul. I was waiting for the time where I have a baby in our family to appropriately have them sitting on the branches of our tree.<br />
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The Tree. In all of its glory. It will be even better when the lights go on it, I think. On a lookout for a skirt to put under the tree, without breaking the budget. And maybe a better bow for the star. That was just scrap ribbon I found in my craft box. The string of pretty lights are still sitting in their box. Waiting for the time where it will be safe for me to put them on without sticky hands trying to 'help' me. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Note that he is holding onto a purple crayon. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He wants to help Mommy colour the christmas bears on our tree!</div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-84178249152700991602011-11-16T07:03:00.001+11:002011-11-16T14:28:41.742+11:00The letter SSkip this post if you're easily grossed out by nappy talk.<br />
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So the weather was a glorious twenty something degrees yesterday afternoon. But the house holds in the chill from the night before for a few hours in the morning. Hence I usually dress him in long sleeved tops and cotton pants just for the morning.<br />
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But oh oh. I think my reaction was alittle too animated because he was starting to whimper and tear up.<br />
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"Ohhhhh. You did a poo poo with your nappy off! Good boy baby!! Goooood boy!!"<br />
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He starts to smile and rushes over to give me a hug.<br />
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"But baby? Next time we sit on the potty to do poo poo ok?"<br />
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"OKAY."<br />
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So the story is, Kayden is well and truly capable of lifting the tabs off his own nappy now. And combined that with the fact that I have been starting to toilet train him now by sitting him on the potty must have finally clicked that is what we do when we need to poo or wee. But obviously he hasn't worked out he has to tell me first, AND get to the potty before he does the deed.<br />
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It's a step forward right? Or it could be very well just a fluke.<br />
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And what does this have to do with the letter 'S'?<br />
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That was the alphabet he did the deed on.<br />
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How. Very. Appropriate.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-22934691017986919592011-11-14T13:47:00.000+11:002011-11-14T13:47:47.935+11:00Fruitfull!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJV38m9Rr2E_ZIXU4nXsyN6sZhDCAi3aA7Qxb77mKfwHpFlJQVYa34xetlitx9bz3HueFcM6LffzNVua3vk0H-yQG_M3oqZ46ABR7K5o_lHKUeWZkb5iHGfpAvepm2DqbDCwmRrjluwlT/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJV38m9Rr2E_ZIXU4nXsyN6sZhDCAi3aA7Qxb77mKfwHpFlJQVYa34xetlitx9bz3HueFcM6LffzNVua3vk0H-yQG_M3oqZ46ABR7K5o_lHKUeWZkb5iHGfpAvepm2DqbDCwmRrjluwlT/s640/030.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
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Like most other kids, Kayden doesn't like his vegetables much. Green ones in particular. But he will happily munch on carrot sticks and cauliflower florets. Basically anything non green in colour.<br />
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And thankfully, to make up for the lack of fibres through his greens, he consumes a huge amount of fruits. He LOVES his fruits. Apples, oranges, watermelon, strawberries, grapes, mangoes, kiwis, pears, mandarins, bananas, the list goes on.<br />
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If I let him have his way, he will most probably only have fruits for breakfast, lunch and dinner! On average, he has 3 whole fruits to himself a day. He prefers them peeled or deskinned and will eat the apple down to its very core. As a result, our fruit bowl is replenished at least twice a week. But it is never empty.<br />
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Is there such a thing as having too many fruits? I don't know, but surely it can't do too much harm?Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-51065362348804209452011-11-08T11:19:00.000+11:002011-11-08T11:19:53.555+11:002nd Birthday Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuB-rghlqVtMYsi0BsTnke29UOHndwrQkpOqc1mv-XmQMK0hBjgnAVM4isp0d-lWrz01IYevsl6XxcPjN8jX7fAwovGgBGc_RR7Osqwy77PEj2meFbwcRC8JYK0vgKzpKwTxcybJJ69f6/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuB-rghlqVtMYsi0BsTnke29UOHndwrQkpOqc1mv-XmQMK0hBjgnAVM4isp0d-lWrz01IYevsl6XxcPjN8jX7fAwovGgBGc_RR7Osqwy77PEj2meFbwcRC8JYK0vgKzpKwTxcybJJ69f6/s640/062.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1C3NmY-tL1BkOLi61-v0OeMWLIcSb08RZVtx_N9HhUjUgc986g11exktswz3QOXycwJDrUfPqwHzM-XSKR9KX5o4uec9hgqrDqeifiaZHGg5JgKhsilqfjmZv5Eb-kSyIn9Rw0DNjrOj9/s1600/173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1C3NmY-tL1BkOLi61-v0OeMWLIcSb08RZVtx_N9HhUjUgc986g11exktswz3QOXycwJDrUfPqwHzM-XSKR9KX5o4uec9hgqrDqeifiaZHGg5JgKhsilqfjmZv5Eb-kSyIn9Rw0DNjrOj9/s640/173.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSE0hOab_6oGq0nSxiGEFoPuNToE2VxBAMTDTfUz03n44838dZCErapIhrFCYL8jZLL07KgYFiaPr226vyhrEz2TX02i-BmfBXj0vmpnVUaWQ7dP-iNvh1mxe09nIIookmsJ0kYg7v7Cvn/s1600/184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSE0hOab_6oGq0nSxiGEFoPuNToE2VxBAMTDTfUz03n44838dZCErapIhrFCYL8jZLL07KgYFiaPr226vyhrEz2TX02i-BmfBXj0vmpnVUaWQ7dP-iNvh1mxe09nIIookmsJ0kYg7v7Cvn/s640/184.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
We celebrated K's second birthday over the weekend! The little man had so much fun with his little friends he slept in till 11.30am the next morning. I got together all of his little friends for a kiddy tea party. K had no clue why people kept giving him bags and boxes but took them anyway. After we all sang him happy birthday, he puts his hands up in the air when we say hip hip hooray! <br />
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In the evening, we had a small family barbecue where we sang him happy birthday once again. We opened up all his presents. Little man was spoilt rotten! The look on his face like above was just priceless.<br />
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As he (tries) to blow out his candles, a little girl piped out 'He didn't make a wishhhhh!!!!!!!'.<br />
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But Mommy did my boy. Stay happy and healthy always. May you always be surrounded by love and joy.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-35775676195355154452011-11-04T17:11:00.001+11:002011-11-04T17:11:00.738+11:00Rainy day in the city<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzMey-uFuYQfZjq1802d_o001X-qHM424IwyLwydkIbx6KFIIbdu8O-WE6iWqkjD7cZVVsCyInwyKkItMhMFGhgT-wy0aGytmLfZkpIM3EjdQneMVBaDgdj3eF-T3UdnDYEkfbIuK2zjk/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzMey-uFuYQfZjq1802d_o001X-qHM424IwyLwydkIbx6KFIIbdu8O-WE6iWqkjD7cZVVsCyInwyKkItMhMFGhgT-wy0aGytmLfZkpIM3EjdQneMVBaDgdj3eF-T3UdnDYEkfbIuK2zjk/s640/108.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
When I took a shot of my beautiful afternoon tea set in front of me one afternoon at the Hyatt, I thought yes, this is a photo definitely worthy for the blog. But then, a week later, Kayden hijacked my camera, scrolled through my photos and deleted just ONLY that one photo. So here you have my view from where I sat in front of the fireplace where me and our friends spent a glorious 2 hours relaxing in their soft, deep velour chairs. All that time Kayden was fast asleep in his pram next to me. Pure bliss! <br />
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We set out early that morning for a trip into the city. We were going to head to the open range zoo in Weribee, but 5 minutes after we left home it the skies opened up. So we rounded everyone up and headed to the Melbourne Aquarium instead. Perfect rainy day activity right? Wrong. Little man was NOT interested this time. Not even the penguins. A giant crab enclosure freaked him out. So off we all went for a Korean meal. Ahh....... a much more enjoyable activity Mom!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-12367267703293585082011-11-03T17:10:00.000+11:002011-11-03T17:10:48.711+11:00Back from a blog hiatus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nLGyMp7D_cthu3gmOP7bT4e2u3nSGU1_VjYQtwoLCRFc_h50VJ0uSAIi3ozxVSzWrUu6HY5XA9LA2YlBHx_KG6xGe4RjKP5oVG3QxIny7jLEQ8LCBcGVH1jlH2xJ2-MpvnNprznhseAs/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_nLGyMp7D_cthu3gmOP7bT4e2u3nSGU1_VjYQtwoLCRFc_h50VJ0uSAIi3ozxVSzWrUu6HY5XA9LA2YlBHx_KG6xGe4RjKP5oVG3QxIny7jLEQ8LCBcGVH1jlH2xJ2-MpvnNprznhseAs/s640/049.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br />
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We've had plenty of sunny days over the past few weeks (and some downpours as well). K was happiest when he's out and about playing with his bestie 2 doors down. We do live in a very child friendly suburb, and are extremely lucky to have 3 playgrounds to choose from, all within walking distance.<br />
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Back from his play, he declares "Apple!". He prefers them whole and will happily munch on one for half hour or so. Work those teeth! Pink hot pants he was wearing was a handmade gift someone made for him. I love it! No gender discrimination here. He uses the pink IKEA kiddy utensils too. <br />
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On a cold rainy day, he lounges on Pooh bear with the iPhone attached to him. I mean literally. The only way to get him to release his hold on it is by force. Or in exchange for some sultanas. Otherwise he turns into a shrieking maniac loud enough to summon a ear cracking headache. <br />
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Apple makes it waaay too easy for babies to navigate through it. He's been uploading videos of himself through an app onto you tube! I have no idea how. I only barely manage to catch him hit send and its gone.<br />
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And the hubs is more than pleased when this warmer spring weather gets my kitchen creativity juices going and I whip up a new dish here and there. His favourite asian is easily Hainanese chicken rice. No doubt he was the happy chappy when I had that on the dinner table one evening.<br />
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But, tonight, an experimental balsamic lamb roast and a potato gratin. They don't always turn out good these experiments, but from what I smell from the marinade just then, I think its going to be a winner!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-41468216218864380092011-10-04T20:55:00.000+11:002011-10-04T20:55:56.046+11:00An impromptu trip to the lakeI know, I've been away for way too long! But I have been keeping busy and I LOVE it!<br />
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Our new place is literally a breath of fresh air. Spring has finally arrived and these days I throw open the windows and doors and let the sun shine in.<br />
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Daylight savings has just started. We are now 3 hours ahead of Singapore. So when there was plenty of light when Daddy came home from work, we made an impromptu decision to a local park to feed the ducks! <br />
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I think someone made a comment that very often a photo is taken of Kayden, it has to do with food! Haha! On this occasion, he threw the first few crumbs of bread to the ducks. Then, he discovered that they were good enough for himself to eat! (Luckily it wasn't stale bread this time.)<br />
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It was such a perfect spring evening. Just not as enjoyable for this poor little duckie who got chased sooo far away from the lake by K!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-44703890336062888812011-08-31T17:40:00.003+10:002011-08-31T18:07:58.842+10:00My favourite kind of sandwich<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KjTDy1G6ypmHaPO8fkJUWU3NYdvwvQgYf6YQAuSVxaQz_aM7nFzoPaQCaKoy9xC1u-wV3B4jJMZjOSyKM_XRnjaw541UC6mme1gTV-EaZXLMFACgj1uGOfdZkItW8OfYN9yWZKTG-3ah/s1600/photo-729907.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646921768601219186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KjTDy1G6ypmHaPO8fkJUWU3NYdvwvQgYf6YQAuSVxaQz_aM7nFzoPaQCaKoy9xC1u-wV3B4jJMZjOSyKM_XRnjaw541UC6mme1gTV-EaZXLMFACgj1uGOfdZkItW8OfYN9yWZKTG-3ah/s400/photo-729907.JPG" width="297" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kayden made this for me today. I think its meant to be a sandwich. He showed me how to eat it, then put it in my hand and said "Thank you!" then walked away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yummiest sandwich I've ever seen. I wasn't as keen to try it though.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">=)</div><div class="mobile-photo"></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-72604847880148458312011-08-25T21:47:00.000+10:002011-08-25T21:47:05.947+10:00Is this a sign?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV__SlolSySGUuXZWMJp75Nf9eIioZHKQ7vIYXfaseUftYvEx1TtAMGwEehfCfsFBTMjs69yTHItSwQnBm8W8vOIrMTZVaS7rfuLJsAl61AIXhgPrZzqKmUK3cr4vVPNS13qY1iVJPcDEE/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV__SlolSySGUuXZWMJp75Nf9eIioZHKQ7vIYXfaseUftYvEx1TtAMGwEehfCfsFBTMjs69yTHItSwQnBm8W8vOIrMTZVaS7rfuLJsAl61AIXhgPrZzqKmUK3cr4vVPNS13qY1iVJPcDEE/s400/030.JPG" width="300" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't realize we do this so often that Kayden's actually copying us! But obviously we spend way too much time on things like these. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13813694376447735026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402963692761082994.post-83397899949219430192011-08-23T22:41:00.000+10:002011-08-23T22:41:23.234+10:00Over here, we live for the food<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nbTjtO5YScsr6gbL-bNfozo9_RSLaoDOUgVjBU0Gt2x2p0DEzZlgivGTUtmn2z6IGmavdOPV0BOF1tlWw5yAGtWmbq7ZOeErMq55JAFaySTD4jXt1TtAcUPCztVBeZWbALXjvSOCg9HJ/s1600/069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nbTjtO5YScsr6gbL-bNfozo9_RSLaoDOUgVjBU0Gt2x2p0DEzZlgivGTUtmn2z6IGmavdOPV0BOF1tlWw5yAGtWmbq7ZOeErMq55JAFaySTD4jXt1TtAcUPCztVBeZWbALXjvSOCg9HJ/s400/069.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Hi again. We have been buzzing around here! Of late, there has been bursts of warm sunny days. And we are loving it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I thank my lucky stars for being on an extremely friendly street. We have since got to know our neighbours really well and we are all zipping in and out each other's houses. And we've only been at our new place for just over a month. The kids play together, and we've been taking turns making lunches. It makes such a difference having great neighbours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Above is a photo of Kayden with his mate Harrison. They are only 4 months apart. The closeness in age means his mum and I have alot in common to talk about! We have even started swim class with them! More on that later. </div><br />
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With a spanking new kitchen, I've been whipping up a storm in there too. I've been churning out baked goods at least once a week. We have to feed those kids something don't we? Us Moms will have nothing less than fresh homemade muffins for afternoon tea of course. Blueberry, double choc chip, apple and cinnamon muffins in our tummy!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">But sometimes even food fails to impress. Like this mince beef taco wrap I made the other day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Kayden took one look at it and literally said "Nah." I was so taken aback by that, I burst out laughing. It's not very often my baby refuses food! My rice baby no see no rice on the taco! He ended up having leftovers instead. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Have rice equals happy baby. </div><br />
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