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DOB - 24th Nov'11&lt;br /&gt;
Time - 6.15am&lt;br /&gt;
Height - 55cm&lt;br /&gt;
Weight - 3.76kg&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, Wiggles is a big baby but oh so cute! Check her out for yourself :). More updates later.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-1887562477116536620?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/wqsBgk3fMvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/wqsBgk3fMvU/welcome-wiggles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zj24U_Exr4/TuGNKNsOU2I/AAAAAAAAAao/TFnPBSxIyNI/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-wiggles.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-2152887766908312618</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-21T08:46:21.273+08:00</atom:updated><title>A sweet gesture</title><description>&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Squiggles did something really sweet this morning which made my heart go all mush. We have a rocking chair but no foot stool and she often sees me pulling up the chair closer to the bed so I can rest my feet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday DD bought a small footstool for the study and as with everything new, S got a new toy to play with. This morning I saw her dragging it out of the study. I was about to admonish her for moving it when I thought of asking her what her plan is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which she replied that she was placing it in front of the rocking chair so that I could rest my feet comfortably :). That was the sweetest thought ever and she got a star for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-2152887766908312618?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/JblQDowp7zM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/JblQDowp7zM/squiggles-did-something-really-sweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/squiggles-did-something-really-sweet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-6269575298762358864</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-19T10:22:51.451+08:00</atom:updated><title>Message to baby</title><description>&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;It's 2 days after my due date and you are still not here. In fact, there are few signs that you are going to come out voluntarily! And this leaves me feeling angry. Yes, I am angry and frustrated and tired of waiting and a whole lot more :(.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything is ready and waiting for you. And I don't just mean your clothes and diapers and stuff. Even I am ready. Waxing - check; threading - check; Mani-pedi - check. I had my hair cut a month ago in anticipation of not having time for it when you're here. That was a month ago. In fact, this is my 2nd round of waxing, threading, nails etc. I sorted out stuff at work and went on leave. All for you! But instead I'm waiting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've also eaten all the things I wanted to eat before you were born. Can't really afford to do round 2 of that, given how much weight I have put on already! Actually, I'm on round 3 of the butter cake and round 2 of the tiramisu! Come fast otherwise the 10% of people that can still recognize me will also lose the plot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This waiting has also made me irritable. I'm snapping at Squiggles and DD and Grandma and Aunty Marita. No one is spared. Sigh. No one likes me very much right now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puneet Mamu came up with some ridiculous trip plan which means he is in Singapore only for 1 day. That's in exactly 3 days. If you're not here by then, you won't get to see him! Or rather, more importantly he won't get to see you. What a shame that would be :(.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So you see how important it is to turn up on time??? I know it's cosy in there but really!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well if you're going to be stubborn I shall have to employ harsher tactics and threaten you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you know what happens to babies who trouble their mommies even before they are born. You might just find out!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. I will ask squiggles to change your diapers and given that she finds the thought abhorrent, it means that you will be stuck in soiled diapers all day!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. I won't buy you any new toys. You will have to settle for only hand me downs. Huh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. I will love Squiggles more. Aha! That hurt, didn't it? Well are you going to move your tush now???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, if you want more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. I will keep kissing your kissable cheeks till you cry. Hah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh forget about all of this. Come out now, will you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-6269575298762358864?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/tQgmfWbGc6o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/tQgmfWbGc6o/its-2-days-after-my-due-date-and-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-2-days-after-my-due-date-and-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-4439947622185476841</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T10:22:03.205+08:00</atom:updated><title>How will we know if it's a boy or a girl?</title><description>&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;That's the question S asked me first thing this morning. A very valid question given we have decided not to find out the gender of our baby. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But what do I tell her???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-4439947622185476841?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/mf2bHcubJ7U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/mf2bHcubJ7U/how-will-we-know-if-it-boy-or-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-will-we-know-if-it-boy-or-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-590902214778165958</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-23T22:20:57.357+08:00</atom:updated><title>Are you sure you want to leave me at grandma's?</title><description>&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Usually when I want S to listen to me or to follow an instruction, invariably I find myself telling her that I will take some privilege away or threaten her with dire consequences. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was surprised by how smartly she turned the tables on me this morning. S has been running a light temperature since the last few days, so when we decided to head out to do some Diwali shopping, we decided to leave her at her grandma's place since we also wanted to take our helper along to help out. S wasn't too happy with this situation. She started insisting that she wanted to come along too. I tried explaining to her many times that we weren't taking her because she wasn't well and didn't want her to get more sick. But none of this seemed to register. The pleading continued for a while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Suddenly she changed tack and told me that if I left her at grandma's she would watch a lot of TV, implying that it wasn't something I would like and hence I should reconsider my decision. Tv watching at grandma's is usually uncontrolled and it's a bone of contention between my mom and me, which she is well aware of. I replied that I didn't care and she was definitely going to grandma's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it didn't end there. Her next words were - "I will watch so much tv and eat candy"! When I replied that I didn't care, she retorted, "I will eat 2 candies, and 3 and 4! How about that"? All this with a wicked twinkle in her eye. She knew all the things I didn't like that happened at grandma's and was throwing them in my face!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was pretty impressed that she knew which things would bother me the most and was using them effectively. Very smart, don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-590902214778165958?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/KxrJjS0Uk4U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/KxrJjS0Uk4U/are-you-sure-you-want-to-leave-me-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-sure-you-want-to-leave-me-at.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-2780279007314088903</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T10:14:41.051+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mama is laughing at me</title><description>&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;It was a deja-vu moment. S was playacting and I found the incident vastly amusing and couldn't stop myself from laughing. She got upset and started howling seriously.&lt;br&gt;Apparently I had hurt her feelings by laughing at her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rewind 28 years. Similar set up. My mom and brother were playing some game and ignoring me. My protests and attempts to capture their  attention all met with amusement and laughter. The laughter further angered me and in true Hindi film style I decided I would commit suicide and that would get their attention. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I marched smartly in to the kitchen and picked up a long sharp knife and dramatically stretched out my small arm and aimed the knife at my tummy. My mom who had decided to take me seriously after all, followed and calmed me down. She got me to give up the knife. I felt I had achieved success, I had her full attention. Before I knew it I received the loudest, tightest slap from her and in a really scary voice she warned me never to try anything stupid like that again. I was shattered, even my little drama hadn't managed to get me some affection. I went to my dad and sobbed my heart out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was thoroughly ashamed of myself and lived in constant dread that mom would share this incident with everyone. I took to eavesdropping whenever she was on the phone or she was meeting someone. This, of course, she found even more amusing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was only when I was in my late teens that I was able to see the funny side of things and it remains a vastly entertaining story!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hearing S lament that "Mama is laughing at me", took me back to my own childhood and that day more than 28 years ago :). She is my daughter after all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-2780279007314088903?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/2S5Wbwrp6gY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/2S5Wbwrp6gY/mama-is-laughing-at-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2011/10/mama-is-laughing-at-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-6634773900535496631</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 10:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-11T18:21:58.885+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girlie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">DD</category><title>Of dinosaurs and princesses</title><description>&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;S is going through her girliest phase ever and this is driving DD nuts, to put it politely. He wants her to think about counting, spelling and stamp collections and all she enjoys is makeup, princess games and nail art!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take for example this lunchtime conversation. S was busy playing with these cut outs from her dinosaur book as she ate her lunch and decided that naming the dinosaurs would be fun. So, one was christened Sophie and the other was named Rose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But this was too much for DD to swallow and in exasperation he said, "S, that is a T-Rex and the other one is a brontosaurus!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To which Squiggles' look of exasperation was worth capturing, "Papa, they need to have a name". And she continued with this irritating naming convention :) which bugged DD no end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He tried again for a few more times before admitting defeat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-6634773900535496631?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/wovzDkuRZEE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/wovzDkuRZEE/of-dinosaurs-and-princesses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-dinosaurs-and-princesses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-1936136684809506177</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 06:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T14:03:59.448+08:00</atom:updated><title>'Win win' strategy</title><description>Every time we go on holiday DD and I take turns going to the spa. When it's my turn to stay back with Squiggles I usually take her to the pool or play some games. Unsurprisingly, when it's DD's turn, he let's her watch tv, in particular Hi-5, which is her favorite tv show. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This time when we returned home, one weekend, Squiggles had this suggestion for what we should do over the weekend. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Mama, if you go to the spa, I can watch Hi-5. Right."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And let it be stated that that was a statement and not a question!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And a bloody good one!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-1936136684809506177?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/N0t7CVMHrNE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/N0t7CVMHrNE/win-strategy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/10/win-strategy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-5103890443612165337</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-13T21:55:57.169+08:00</atom:updated><title>The story of Ganesha</title><description>Well, the latest episode from Ms. Drama Queen was on Ganesh Chaturthi. For a change I decided that we would try to celebrate the festival at home so that S would know what the meaning of this festival was.&lt;br /&gt;
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Invariably, we all woke up late and were too lazy too shower. I decided to tell S the story of how Ganeshji came about having an elephant head. Suffice to say, that my story telling was so good, that she thought that the elephant had cut off the baby's head and she insisted that we take her to the temple to see the headless baby!&lt;br /&gt;
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She fell asleep in the afternoon and so we couldn't take her to the temple but the next day she just wouldn't leave the topic. I even managed to get her into a pretty lehenga for the occasion. Her cousin's influence is obvious though. She came to our room to show herself off and she had one hand on one side of her hip and she was shaking her hips on the other side :). It was so cute. She even agreed to wear bangles and payal and a dupatta. Before you ask, I'm not sure if we took a pic or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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We landed in the mandir and were there for barely a minute when they started some loud singing which got her upset :(. It stopped just as were about to leave. And the first question was 'where is the baby elephant'.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm still struggling to get the story right in her head but I think I may have to give up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral of the story - The elephant cut the baby's head but S's head is safe because she is no longer a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-5103890443612165337?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/h5JD8AA5okI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/h5JD8AA5okI/story-of-ganesha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-of-ganesha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-1607780629411933085</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-03T14:33:20.931+08:00</atom:updated><title>It's all about pink</title><description>I didn't realize when pink became an obsession with S. I've always tried to get her neutral colours when I buy her clothes or pick up toys. And I am hideously bored with the colour pink. So I've tried to influence her away from pink subtly through my choice of colours. It's but obvious that someone decided to teach me a lesson about not being able to control everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love of pink can only be termed an obsession! When we ask her what she wants for her birthday (which is coming up soon), she says 'pink'. Not pink toys, not pink clothes but just 'pink'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants a pink party for her 3rd birthday. So the mother in me has overcome my dislike of this ubiquitous colour and decided to grant her her wish. Though I have to admit I'm hoping that an overdose of pink will cure her of it. But I'm sure my hopes will be dashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to her wish for a pink party, I'm getting her a princess bouncy castle which is not all pink but lilac and pink. It's the most girly bouncy castle they have. There will be pink and purple balloons. The table cloths, cutlery and crockery will all be pink. DD has made a pink donkey for the pin the tail game. We've painted alphabets which spell out her name and we are going to put them outdoors and it's pink and purple. The cake is a bright candy pink, an eyesore but pink :). I just realized she doesn't really have pink party dress or shoes so we're going to have to rectify that on Friday before the party. And we have to buy her a pink birthday present which I'm thinking of taking her to the toy store and letting her choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit one thing before I end *sheepish*. Whenever everyone asks me what she's into and what she would like for her birthday I don't tell them the truth. If I tell everyone that she has a pink obsession then all her presents will be pink. In any case it's hard to find things for girls which are not pink. And one last thing, I tell them she's into books and puzzles and don't mention she likes princess. She will get enough pink girly presents as it is so don't make me feel guilty ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-1607780629411933085?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/UpYjTWqM7D8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/UpYjTWqM7D8/it-all-about-pink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-all-about-pink.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-6114068328963382330</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-07T21:46:48.156+08:00</atom:updated><title>Morning pearls of wisdom</title><description>What possibly could little Squiggles ask for first thing in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe she's hungry and milk is the first priority? Or, visiting the toilet to pee may be something she really HAS to do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe she wants to go to school, because she hasn't been in 10 days and is missing her friends? Or, she's ready to go out and about to visit?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe she wouldn't mind watching cartoons first? Or, movies? Or, Tv?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe she wants to ask Mummy to stay at home with her? If not, maybe Mummy can buy her 'something'?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe she really NEEDS some new toys? Or, atleast one?&lt;br /&gt;
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All these thoughts crossed my mind when Squiggles woke up this morning, stretched luxuriously like a little cat and piped up with 'Mama?'. You would forgive me for thinking any of the above because I can bet no one could have guessed what she actually asked for.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mama, I want to wear my apple panty".&lt;br /&gt;
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WHAT???? Is this what little kids dream about, that it's the first thing they think of when they wake up.&lt;br /&gt;
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APPLE PANTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-6114068328963382330?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/UNS6gAOcaaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/UNS6gAOcaaM/morning-pearls-of-wisdom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/morning-pearls-of-wisdom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-7875962220587695153</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2010 10:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T18:20:13.391+08:00</atom:updated><title>Back home</title><description>We're back from the hospital after 2 days. S has almost recovered. Only a slight fever. Thanks everyone for your concern and thoughts. Will write more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-7875962220587695153?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/WG4KVMsNpKA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/WG4KVMsNpKA/back-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-6326473006301532440</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-29T21:36:46.223+08:00</atom:updated><title>Hello from the hospital</title><description>The nightmare started at 2am this morning. S had sneaked into our room and clambered on to our bed some time before. She woke up with a start and started coughing and told me she wanted to vomit. I took her to the toilet and let her empty herself. I washed her face and brought her back to bed. She felt hot so I checked her temperature. It was above 102 def Fahrenheit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly gave her some medicine and put her back to sleep. Half an hour later she had puked in the bed. We went through the whole ritual and put her back to bed. We chatted about how she would have to miss school and how much her friends would miss her. She nodded off only to wake up half an hour later wanting to vomit. This continued throughout the rest of the night. Her fever remained above 101. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed her to the doc in the morning and thankfully were only 2nd in the queue. Her doc was worried. S looked very weak and was on her way to being dehydrated. She was unable to drink anything and the high fever had made her weak. She thought she would need to be hospitalized but said we should try for a few hours at home to see if the vomiting could be controlled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up some of S' favourite drinks to entice her at home to drink more fluids. At home she was more relaxed and had a little bit of coconut water and juice to drink and even managed to have a few bites to eat. Just as I thought she had turned a corner, she vomited again. We then got her to have some Milo but she immediately vomited that as well. I decided to give her the next dose of suppository then though there was still 15mins to go before it was due. After that we got her to watch cartoons and started giving her some electrolyte with a syringe. She drank about 30ml and I brought her to my room for a nap. She nodded off, only to wake up 15 mins later and puke everything. That's when I decided it was time to take her to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her doctor had given me very specific instructions to take her to the hospital if she didn't improve. I called DD and he told me he would meet me there directly. We quickly packed a few things and drove to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there the admissions clerk told us the hospital was 'quite' full and they couldn't spare any beds. It was humbling to realize that you could be in a developed city with enough money in a private hospital but you were still at mercy of others.  Thankfully her doctor got involved and sorted things out for us. There was a delay of about 30mins but they got us a bed in a double room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S lay on the bed listlessly and I kept checking her temperature. Her fever kept climbing but the hospital staff were busy and hadn't even contacted her doctor to discuss medication. A lot of following up later we got a nurse to start giving S the attention she needed. We were getting frustrated at the pace at which medical attention was being provided but we kept reminding ourselves that there were more serious cases in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse gave S a fever suppository and put her on a drip. S was very brave. There was hardly a whimper as the nurse inserted the needle and she didn't struggle or resist in any way. I was very proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minutes of being on the drip there was a marked improvement. Though her fever remained high she lost that listless look. She started taking and chatting a bit more and by the time her grandpa came to visit she could spare him a laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S has been making full use of this hospital visit by watching as many cartoons as possible. Not to mention sucking on the lollipop while doing so. She's eaten a few bites of soup and porridge and hasn't vomited since we came to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fever remains high.  The nurse just came and changed the ice pack under her head and replaced the cold towel on her forehead. Another dose of paracetamol went in. I can hear her toss restlessly as I type this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will need to be here for 48hrs. Can't wait to get out and return home with a healthy Squiggles. Wish us luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-6326473006301532440?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/CzB0HWhOIdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/CzB0HWhOIdc/hello-from-hospital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-from-hospital.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-297761858299855329</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 06:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-18T14:55:27.817+08:00</atom:updated><title>Persistent Squiggles</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning today-&lt;br /&gt;Mama, can I watch some cartoons please? (please to note the use of please which otherwise never leaves her lips)&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;Can I watch movie?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;Can I watch tv? &lt;br /&gt;No. (aren't these all the same things S!)&lt;br /&gt;Can I watch Noddy?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;And finally........&lt;br /&gt;Can I watch computer????????&lt;br /&gt;NO Squiggles. NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-297761858299855329?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/sNp1YElbhIE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/sNp1YElbhIE/persistent-squiggles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/persistent-squiggles.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-5786069981128259849</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-17T15:26:15.683+08:00</atom:updated><title>Swimming tales</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;Me: S, kaunsa swimming costume pehena hai?&lt;br /&gt;S.  : nangu nangu! &lt;br /&gt;She was referring to her bikini, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point being that videshi sanskaron ne hamare bachon ko brasht kar diya hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: mama, I want to go to big swimming pool. &lt;br /&gt;Mama is busy blogging and neither listens nor takes any action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: mama come otherwise I can fall down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama quickly gets up and acceded to the princess' request :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-5786069981128259849?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/2GDiXLNMGVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/2GDiXLNMGVE/swimming-tales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/swimming-tales.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-3188073679665131304</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T22:42:24.931+08:00</atom:updated><title>How to make babies ........</title><description>.......when there's a baby in the middle???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-3188073679665131304?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/o3lk7WKY-60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/o3lk7WKY-60/how-to-make-babies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-make-babies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-2626314699612488700</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T15:34:00.970+08:00</atom:updated><title>Wine, food and great company</title><description>The success to a great holiday is the company. In our case I mean company for S. We've just returned from a long weekend in the margaret river wine region in western Australia. S had her dear friend A along and the whole trip was a breeze. The kids had a blast, we relaxed and things were just hunky dory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and S get along really well. They've always played well though this time there was a competitive element as well which resulted in a few fights. But hey if kids don't fight then they're ill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was full of fauna - kangaroos, koalas, rabbits, sheep and deer. S was scared of petting and feeding the kangaroos but the koalas were not that scary. On a side note, did you know that koalas are not bears and sleep for upto 20 hours a day! Very cute :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm typing this while I am at work so gotta go. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-2626314699612488700?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/k1dnZq7_cxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/k1dnZq7_cxE/wine-food-and-great-company.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/wine-food-and-great-company.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-2766523796046118127</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-30T21:52:58.341+08:00</atom:updated><title>Want to have a daughter?</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;Amongst a lot of my friends, there is this desire to have a girl. So that they can buy pretty clips and cute clothes, have someone to talk to when they are old etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've usually nodded my head, thinking that it makes sense. But as S grows older I'm realizing there's more to it than just the clothes and clips. Here's a quick snapshot of what you have to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just this morning S was watching me get ready. She pointed at my tummy and in a matter of fact tone told me, "mama, you're tummy is so big. Mine is so small". I can't believe I am being called fat by my 2 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. S is after all my cosmetics. Every morning there is a tussle over a lipstick or nail polish. And everyday S moans, "Please mama, I am a big girl now". And when I turn a deaf ear, she runs away with my stuff and appears a few minutes later with her face smeared with the item of the day. I have already lost a lovely clinique lipstick and she almost ruined my ysl concealer. Being mum to a girl can be an expensive affair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Talking of expenses, there is money that is spent on a girl that could be saved if there was a boy. Only girls like collecting shoes. S is fond of flip flops. Every time we go on holiday she picks up a pair. I spend a fortune on her hair accessories. Plus, as a girl, she has her daddy twisted around her little finger and can get him to buy her stuff that he really shouldn't like last weekend's 4 fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to worry about wearing my fav sandals. I blogged about her reaction a few posts ago. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I don't get my pedicure done, she is quick to point out, "mummy, you don't have beautiful"? Or, like once she told me that my nail colour wasn't nice. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more but maybe next time. Mothers of little boys, you have it easier don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-2766523796046118127?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/MITgJF3Lvfc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/MITgJF3Lvfc/want-to-have-daughter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/want-to-have-daughter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-4163185259201545486</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-21T21:52:55.788+08:00</atom:updated><title>Why is the boat not moving?</title><description>Is the battery finished, mama? The boat is not moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-4163185259201545486?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/RKetKLI8GLg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/RKetKLI8GLg/why-is-boat-not-moving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-is-boat-not-moving.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-4446694949271819237</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-15T23:08:55.435+08:00</atom:updated><title>Between us</title><description>What do you say to a child when she says,&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, my nipples are so small" and pinches them with her little fingers for effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stare and wait for the next line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yours is so big", she said staring at my chest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother your first instinct is to console.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yours will become big too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope she doesn't go and repeat that somewhere.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-4446694949271819237?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/UwCq1AYdAjM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/UwCq1AYdAjM/between-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/between-us.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-2880814229376667541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-08T21:17:10.594+08:00</atom:updated><title>I like your shoes</title><description>That was what S said when she spotted me in my black sandals with a beautiful strip of sparkling diamonds. I was all dressed in a black dress which had a string of sparkling stones adorning the neckline. The shoes really matched the outfit. Apparently S thought so too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been alright if the admiration had been contained just to those few complimentary words. But it went a little beyond that. It soon got translated to -&lt;br /&gt;"I want your shoes". With a little indulgent smile I shook my head. But she was persistent. Since I had 5 mins before I had to head out Iet S try on my sparkly shoes. She looked really cute in the heels, constantly trying to maintain her balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wod have been too much to expect if it had ended there. S refused to return my shoes to me! She told me to wear my day wear white sandals which were totally inappropriate. And she knew it was too because she said it with a sly smile. Any amount of cajoling didn't work. In the end I had to literally snatch them off her feet and feel like a heel for doing so. She threw a big tantrum and DD had to intervene and console her with the promise that he would buy her another pair in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she woke up in the morning, she said, "I want to buy new shoes" and pointing at my sparkly pair she added, "and I want it just like this one"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you can't fault her taste :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-2880814229376667541?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/BBDIXK_jyS8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/BBDIXK_jyS8/i-like-your-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-like-your-shoes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-8752700416078014175</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T22:13:42.123+08:00</atom:updated><title>My first parent teacher conference</title><description>I was a little bit anxious before I went to S's school this morning. This was the first formal parent teacher meeting that was scheduled and was just meant to provide me with an update on how S is settling in school now that she's completed 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was worried that her teacher would tell me that S was not doing well or there was something she needed to improve upon. Also, I was secretly hopeful that her teacher would tell me that S was a child prodigy and she was already ahead of her class. As to be expected, it was neither of the two. Everything is fine. Just fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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S is settling in well. She is making friends with the kids, even older children. Apparently, she's quite popular with the older kids as she likes to observe what they're doing but doesn't trouble them. Her teacher said S is always busy during school and keen to do her activities. She's rarely idle or waiting to be told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever we ask S what she did at school, she always says 'cutting and pasting' and 'sewing'. Her teacher clarified this morning that she does other activities as well and maybe she doesn't mention it because she doesn't know what to call them. That's a relief.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her Chinese teacher was very happy with her. She said that S says Goodbye and Good Morning in chinese very happily and repeats all the words that she's taught. Where other children need encouragement to try to speak a different language, S always responds. Her teacher was very satisfied with that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her class teacher also mentioned that S participates in the group activities. When they ask the group questions, S will put up her hand in response even though she's relatively new to class. And when the teacher asks her to elaborate she gives a shy smile but doesn't always answer. She's the youngest in her class and has been there for less than 2 months so it's quite good that she's actively engaging during the group sessions.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say thanks to Choxbox for introducing the montessori philosophy to me through her blog. I'm really glad that I've sent S to a montessori school. She's enjoying it and I really buy in to their education philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all, everything's just dandy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-8752700416078014175?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/9tqpy9tJsBU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/9tqpy9tJsBU/my-first-parent-teacher-conference.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-parent-teacher-conference.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-6024473273703240629</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T22:47:20.354+08:00</atom:updated><title>Baby in the tummy</title><description>I was feeding S by the pool the other day when she piped up with a shocker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" mama, do you have baby in your tummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;$@!)-&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where on earth did that come from. So I calmly told her that no there was no baby in my tummy. Then I remembered that I was telling her about a friend who was pregnant and had described her as such. So serves me right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that in our friend circle everyone is expecting and we keep getting asked on when we're planning our second. It's almost like everyone's waiting for an announcement. So much so that I feel conscious when I decline to have a glass of wine as I suspect everyone will start speculating that I'm pregnant! But I just didn't expect the same question on my own home turf :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we started asking S if she wanted a baby bro/ sis and having fun at her expense because her reaction, when we told her she would have to share her room and toys with the baby, was priceless. Poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-6024473273703240629?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/QZOl_5Kx8M8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/QZOl_5Kx8M8/baby-in-tummy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-in-tummy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473661596248078697.post-8830383651991205417</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T22:27:08.297+08:00</atom:updated><title>I am a big girl now</title><description>S is in love with my make up. Every morning she loves watching me as I get ready for work. I&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite is my lipstick which she fondly calls "lip lip". Whenever she's wanted to play with stuff I've not said much until she turned up with her lips covered in eye concealer because she'd mistaken my concealer for lip lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident I decided to put a stop to all this playing by telling her that she could only get my make up once she was a big girl. But it's a cute sight when I see her stretching on her toes and trying to prove to me that she's a big girl. Every time we remind her that she needs to do stuff herself because she's a big girl she promptly pipes up with "can i have your lip lip now, I am a big girl now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a big girl now. Too big intact. Has someone got a time capsule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thanks for staying in touch. Have a wonderful day!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473661596248078697-8830383651991205417?l=squigglesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~4/y5S_W-k7KnA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SquigglesMom/~3/y5S_W-k7KnA/i-am-big-girl-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Squiggles Mom)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://squigglesmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-big-girl-now.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

