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To be frank, I admit that I am a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Googleholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I can’t live
without Google. As I know that Google Chrome able to google info in faster way,
I dump my IE web browser and install the Chrome.&lt;/div&gt;
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So how &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Googleholic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am??&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #322c36; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Google is my customized home page.
     I even customize my Google background image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #322c36; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I use Google as my search engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I use Google Map to get
     direction to my destination.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I use Google Dictionary,
     Google Translator &amp;amp; Google Chinese Input.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I google image and clip art
     for office and own usage.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I google template for
     agreement, letter, report, forms &amp;amp; etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I google for client’s company
     logo, address &amp;amp; contact.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I google for news, parenting
     tips, children development info, medical info, software &amp;amp; etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I google for new recipe,
     online movie, nice food &amp;amp; restaurant.&lt;/li&gt;
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     for locksmith, plumber even the daycare for my kids&lt;/li&gt;
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     search Wikipedia and google for information. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(Don’t play play, my friend
     use to call me as Vikipedia, cause I able to look for info and share with
     them in faster way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Today is the first day Cavin go school. Woke up 7.30am this morning and happily wearing his uniform and go school with his sister. There are total 6 students in his class, 4 boys and 2 girls. Same like his sister last time, he is the smallest in school. Overall he is fine, but when teacher said time up for playground and back to class, this boy made a big fuss and cried.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hope he can adapt soon and enjoy his school life.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the second day we took a boat ride around &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kukup&lt;/st1:placename&gt;
 &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We visited the fish
breeding raft. According to the boat owner, it only takes 1 hour journey to
travel from &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kukup&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;
to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I
guess if ride boat half way and swim across able to illegal trespass into &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boat ride and visiting the fish breeding raft. &lt;br /&gt;The brown&amp;nbsp;roofing is a jetty to mangrove&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; hanging bridge. We didn't visit there.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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When back to the land, the boat owner said the rising tide
already flood the town. Gosh we country people feel panic, but for local people
they use to see this scenery (sap sap sui for them) *laugh. After lunch, the
water already rises above ankle level. We force to across the flood back to the
resort. About &lt;st1:time hour="12" minute="0"&gt;12pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; plus the flood has
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&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862030123436248842-1042610171780426184?l=vickylow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/feeds/1042610171780426184/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862030123436248842&amp;postID=1042610171780426184" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862030123436248842/posts/default/1042610171780426184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862030123436248842/posts/default/1042610171780426184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/2011/12/kukup-island-day-2.html" title="Kukup Island Day 2" /><author><name>Vickylow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10737697472241770092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXsmlwYNuJ0/Td234as7xiI/AAAAAAAACWE/F5CPgauG0Zo/s220/Picture1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jda45cmzgk0/TvvzSez7JgI/AAAAAAAAChI/3fZaGwpJLmg/s72-c/boat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGR3ozcSp7ImA9WhRWEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862030123436248842.post-11982615635712960</id><published>2011-12-29T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:47:06.489+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T12:47:06.489+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>Kukup Island Day 1</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On Christmas morning we meet with the gang and proceed to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kukup&lt;/st1:placename&gt;
 &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. After we reached there, we
required to park our car at parking lot that about 500 meters away from the resort.
Then we paid RM6 for a van ride and stopped outside the resort. Walking through
the narrow lane and reached the resort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The 3 storey resort is quite new, if not mistaken it opening
since April 2011. We rented the ground floor and every room attach with toilet
which is very convenience. We took the room of 8 people, with 2 queen size double
decker bed. The resort has a KTV room too. The resort charged RM100 per adult and RM60 per children (4-12 years old) which include 2 lunch, 1 tea, 1 dinner and 1 supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQzVi6G5YJs/Tvvs5j-2b7I/AAAAAAAACfk/wz2ob3aOOhs/s1600/Homestay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQzVi6G5YJs/Tvvs5j-2b7I/AAAAAAAACfk/wz2ob3aOOhs/s400/Homestay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 storey resort&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kukup Island is located South-west of Johor. It's a small fishing village look alike Pulau Ketam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8hs2g-29Vs/TvvuJW-ffGI/AAAAAAAACgE/DvRCx7yDERk/s1600/Kukup1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8hs2g-29Vs/TvvuJW-ffGI/AAAAAAAACgE/DvRCx7yDERk/s400/Kukup1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhZrU_OVkXo/TvvvhJdv-CI/AAAAAAAACgk/tFxI4cOHZ-4/s1600/Kukup2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhZrU_OVkXo/TvvvhJdv-CI/AAAAAAAACgk/tFxI4cOHZ-4/s400/Kukup2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some&amp;nbsp;scenery at Kukup Island
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids are having fun here&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;At night we had our BBQ dinner. The resort people done all the BBQ-ing and cooking. We lighting the Hong Ming Tang for wishing. We bought 3 but failed to light up 2. Luckily the last one able to fly up high with all our wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEYsoh4AEOs/TvvvzgVhFdI/AAAAAAAACg8/nHlN50iEiCQ/s1600/Food2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEYsoh4AEOs/TvvvzgVhFdI/AAAAAAAACg8/nHlN50iEiCQ/s400/Food2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BBQ dinner / Lighting Hong Ming Tang (孔明灯)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862030123436248842-11982615635712960?l=vickylow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/feeds/11982615635712960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862030123436248842&amp;postID=11982615635712960" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862030123436248842/posts/default/11982615635712960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862030123436248842/posts/default/11982615635712960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/2011/12/kukup-island-day-1.html" title="Kukup Island Day 1" /><author><name>Vickylow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10737697472241770092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXsmlwYNuJ0/Td234as7xiI/AAAAAAAACWE/F5CPgauG0Zo/s220/Picture1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQzVi6G5YJs/Tvvs5j-2b7I/AAAAAAAACfk/wz2ob3aOOhs/s72-c/Homestay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YBQX84eSp7ImA9WhRWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862030123436248842.post-987038695782078309</id><published>2011-12-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:52:30.131+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T14:52:30.131+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>Christmas Eve at Johor</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
We traveled to Johor on Christmas Eve, as we will travel to Kukup Island the next day. To avoid tired long hours driving we overnight at Johor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We reached at Johor around 8pm plus. Then we proceed for our dinner.&lt;/div&gt;
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Before check in hotel, hubby drop by the &lt;a href="http://www.premiumoutlets.com.my/"&gt;Johor Premium Outlets&lt;/a&gt; which officially opened on 11 December 2011 by Prime Minister. It's a biggest outlets here that selling all branded stuffs eg. Adidas, Burberry, Coach, Ermenegildo Zegna &amp;amp; etc. Very nice design concept stores, but too bad it was crowded on Christmas &amp;nbsp;Eve. It was long queue to pay our parking ticket at the machine too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnlnucA5llQ/Tvq6nph9cJI/AAAAAAAACfY/eWEcv1A2cHc/s1600/Food1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnlnucA5llQ/Tvq6nph9cJI/AAAAAAAACfY/eWEcv1A2cHc/s400/Food1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Lou wei - Duck, Pig ear, Pig "spare parts", tofu &amp;amp; eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johor Premium Outlets&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After the windows shopping we check in our hotel at &lt;a href="http://www.dajiehotel.com.my/"&gt;Dajie Avenue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Princess cannot run&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chloe: I want to pee. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(In the lift, while going up to the house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mommy: Hold for a while, we almost there.&lt;/div&gt;
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Chloe: I cannot tahan.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mommy: After reach our floor, ran faster and ask grandma
open the house door for you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Chloe: Princess cannot run, need to walk slowly.&lt;/div&gt;
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(She is a rough girl. I always remind her to be more lady
and sophisticated like a princess)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Go work together&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mommy: When you finish your kindergarten, you will go
primary school, secondary school then university.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Oh I still have 4 schools ar? After university leh?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Mommy: Then you will start to work loh.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Yeah, later we can go work together. Mommy you ask
your boss put another chair next to you ok?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Mommy: Hahaha you want to work in my office?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Yes, you drive the car and we go work together.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don’t its boy or girl?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I rub on her big round tummy after the dinner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Mommy: Wah Chloe your tummy is so big. You have baby inside?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Ya I have baby, but I don’t know is boy or girl.
Mommy you know?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Mommy: Hahaha I don’t know. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Emmm I think it’s a girl.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I like Geyson Chance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chloe: Oh I like Greyson Chance.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mommy: Huh you know who is Greyson Chance?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Yes I saw him playing piano on TV.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Mommy: You like him. Is he handsome?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Yes he is handsome.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Can’t believe my little girl has a idol now)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862030123436248842-4655925437528114483?l=vickylow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/feeds/4655925437528114483/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862030123436248842&amp;postID=4655925437528114483" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862030123436248842/posts/default/4655925437528114483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862030123436248842/posts/default/4655925437528114483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/2011/12/chloe-says-2.html" title="Chloe says #2" /><author><name>Vickylow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10737697472241770092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXsmlwYNuJ0/Td234as7xiI/AAAAAAAACWE/F5CPgauG0Zo/s220/Picture1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQHwyeyp7ImA9WhRQGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862030123436248842.post-2094742487785142094</id><published>2011-12-14T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:23:21.293+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T12:23:21.293+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cavin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milestone" /><title>He call me non stop</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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“Mama” was his first word. But later he seems forgotten to
say that. I pester him to call me, instead of “Mama” he call me “Baba”. *rolling
eyes&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After turn 2, he is willing to label me as “Mi”. That makes
me so happy and keep asked him to repeat and repeat. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sorry dear, I really like you calling me with your sweet voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Since last month, my boy seems talking more. Although still
with single words but more new words he could say. He loves to call me now,
calling me “mommy” non stop until I respond to him. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;“Mommy…. Mommy…. see…. bird…..”&lt;/span&gt;
Sometime I feel he is too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday night he keep crying and unable to sleep well. We asked him whether he want milk? He replied yes. But he still making noise after his milk. After several short crying he pointed on his diaper. He feel uncomfortable with his heavy wet diaper. He sleep soundly after I changed it. Aiks... how I wish he could talk better and tell me what he want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But for parent, when the kids first learn to talk, we keep encourage them to talk more. Once they can talk better, we wish them to
stay quiet.&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday night Chloe accidentally knocked on her brother,
instead of apology she yells and blames on Cavin. I reprimand and punish her of
her misbehave. Later I asked her to brush her teeth, bedtime is ready. Being
told for several times she doesn’t response at all, like a stone. My hot blood
started to boil and told her “You don’t want to listen and follow, I won’t want
to care and bother you anymore.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Then I settle Cavin and went into bedroom without her.
Immediately she wailed badly at the living room and started to throw all the
couch pillows to the floor. I get mad and whack her with cane and went back to
my room. She wailed pitifully and asked MIL to on the bathroom’s light so she
can brush her teeth before went in to change her pyjamas. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
She sobbed on the pillow and I told her “You want to watch
TV, play games, sleep or don’t, eat or not, I won’t want to care or bothering.
You can do all things by your own way” She immediately wailed badly again and
said “I want to learn. I want to be good girl.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
“Why mommy always tells you to do this and that, cannot do
this and that. It’s because mommy care and love you. You still young and can’t
plan your things, so mommy helps you and guide you. When you behave well, doing
well and praise by people, daddy and mommy are very proud of that. So be a good
girl, with good manner, use your ‘magic words’ so we are proud of you.” After I
told her these, I gave her a tight hug and kisses.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah it’s my big day today, my birthday. Any special
celebration today? No at all because hubby go outstation. But this early morning
I got my sweetest birthday wish from my girl. I hugged and kissed to wake her
up this morning. Then she recall today is my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: Oh today is 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December. So it’s mommy
birthday. Happy Birthday mommy.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Mommy: Thank you dear.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Chloe: I wanna sing birthday song to you. Happy Birthday to
you…. &lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun;"&gt;祝你生日快乐&lt;/span&gt;… Selamat Hari Jadi… God Bless
You Always…. (she sang me 4 birthday songs) *laugh&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpKyF_GMndI/Ttx7Kv0ohDI/AAAAAAAACeQ/DQF4LurcdE0/s1600/bday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpKyF_GMndI/Ttx7Kv0ohDI/AAAAAAAACeQ/DQF4LurcdE0/s400/bday1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last Saturday Hubby bought me a dinner at Victoria Station. Earlier
we thought to take some photo with the train head, unfortunately that was heavy
downpour. I only able to snap few photos of the kids with the train head before
leaving for next destination.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3o1xIz57Kk/Ttx7LYdkFTI/AAAAAAAACec/8MHDzVhxbIQ/s1600/bday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3o1xIz57Kk/Ttx7LYdkFTI/AAAAAAAACec/8MHDzVhxbIQ/s400/bday2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our starter - Baked garlic cheese escargot, Creamy mushroom soup, &lt;br /&gt;
Caesar salad, restaurant&amp;nbsp;Chandelier light&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5ZHTWnGJa4/Ttx7IUmaxwI/AAAAAAAACeE/0hK5Cuo10f0/s1600/bday3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5ZHTWnGJa4/Ttx7IUmaxwI/AAAAAAAACeE/0hK5Cuo10f0/s640/bday3.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our main course - MIL's Grilled salmon &amp;amp; lamb, &lt;br /&gt;
Hubby's medium rare Victorian beef steak&lt;br /&gt;
My medium well mushroom beef steak&lt;br /&gt;
(Forgot to snap the fish and chips that kids sharing)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It has been long ago I never step in cinema. The last watch was &lt;a href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/2010/12/tangled.html"&gt;Tangled - Rapunzel&lt;/a&gt; on last year December. I do wish to go more often but happen that Cavin always tag with us and refuses to babysit by MIL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is the first time he goes to big screen. We watched &lt;a href="http://happyfeettwo.warnerbros.com/index.html"&gt;Happy Feet 2&lt;/a&gt;, a very cute little fluffy fellow that signing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as expected he nap in the cinema after 20 minutes on the big screen. He dozed off and only wake up after the movie finished. I'm glad at least we all can sit peacefully to enjoy the whole movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As usual Chloe’s daycare will be closed during school
holiday. I have no choice to send her to Cavin’s daycare. Initially she is okay
but since Tuesday I found her with sad face after back home. She sobbed and
cried out when I asked her what happen. She said she miss daddy and mommy. I
told her we need to work. &lt;/div&gt;
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Asked her whether she don’t like going to daycare? She
replied no, she likes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Asked her whether she feel scare at daycare? She replied no,
she is not scares.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I asked further, why kakak beat your or scold you? Then
only she replied yes.&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked her why? Did you do wrong thing? She immediately
cried loud and said NO I didn’t do wrong thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then how come kakak beat your hand? Then she replied that is
because she brings her brother going in kitchen for snack. &lt;/div&gt;
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That was because kakak feel scare. Kitchen is dangerous with
hot water and fire. That why kakak beat your hand to warn you. I tried my best
to comfort her.&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought the case closed. But yesterday she sobbed again.
She sobbed and asked me to buy her a new school bag. (We dropped by a shop to
look for school bag, but didn’t buy as can’t find a suitable one for her). I
get mad and told her the bag not nice, will buy when found a nice one.&lt;/div&gt;
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During dinner she was sobbing again. My blood shoots up and
scolded her. She cried and told me she miss daddy and mommy. Aiks she gets emotional
again, how come she is so sensitive now.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I asked further and she told me pitifully that she wanted
to sleep with her brother in daycare. But aunty let her sleep with other kid
because another toddler was sleeping with Cavin. &lt;/div&gt;
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I told her, never mind you can sleep with other friend.&lt;/div&gt;
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No I want to sleep with my brother because I love him so
much. Huhuhuhu she cried and protest again.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I promised her to inform the caretaker to let both of
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Maybe she feels lonely as no friend there. Maybe she not use
to the new environment. She said she wants to play with her brother only. I
asked her try to make friend and play with other kids and she agreed to try
that. &lt;/div&gt;
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I really feel clueless how come she can’t make friend there,
while she can play happily at her art class with those unfamiliar children. This
is not the first time she went over that daycare. I’m really clueless. *scratch
head&lt;/div&gt;
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Chloe's kindy had a special off day on Tuesday. At first I though to left her with MIL, but she cried and beg to go over to her brother's daycare. She ain't so close with her granny nowadays, or she prefer to have a gang of friends to play with rather than stay alone at home.&amp;nbsp;I have no choice and inform the caretaker I'll send her there for a day.&amp;nbsp;She felt super happy and release after I promise to let her tag along her brother.&lt;/div&gt;
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While I fetched both in the evening, the caretaker said can't believe both of them are so close to each other. Cavin cried when his sister went&amp;nbsp;upstairs&amp;nbsp;to do some home work exercise. He wants to stick to his sister, hold hands and play together. Both want to sleep next to each other too. Really hard to believe that both that fighting everyday over a tiny things or toy at home are so loving and close to each other when they are outside.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mommy : Morning raining, evening raining, everyday also raining, grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;
Chloe: Yaloh, because the rain want to bathe the animal mah.&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: Oh the rain bathe the animal?&lt;br /&gt;
Chloe: Yalah, you don't know ar?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the lion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: Girl you are so brave to perform your Lion &amp;amp; Mouse story telling during the concert day.&lt;br /&gt;
Chloe: Ya (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: There are so many people in front of your, don't you scare?&lt;br /&gt;
Chloe: No, I'm not scare because I'm the LION mah.&lt;br /&gt;
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My company has low workload since 6 months ago. Thus I’m
quite free in office everyday. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Last week my boss made an announcement that starting from
November till December 2011, company will has 4 working days in a week. Meaning
the office will close on Friday. Our salary is still maintained. If next year the
workloads still less, we might continue this until further notice. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Some colleagues did feel happy to have extra 1 day leave. But
I don’t have the excitement, maybe I feel very unsecured although boss said that company financial still strong. Sometime low workload makes me feel
unproductive, I still prefer to work. *laugh&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One day while waiting for the lift, Chloe said these: -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Chloe: Mommy I want to brush my teeth clean. I don’t want my
teeth drop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mommy: Okay, you need to brush properly to protect your
teeth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Chloe: I scare my teeth will drop like my friend. They are 6
years old and their teeth drop out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Chloe: Later my teeth drop 1 by 1, I have no more teeth already!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mommy: Oh that is because they changing their baby teeth to
permanent teeth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Chloe: Oh this is my baby teeth ar?? (Pointing her teeth)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mommy: Yes this is baby teeth, later will drop and grow a
new one. So don’t worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I can see her still unable to accept the fact that her
teeth will falls out later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When a child gets to age 6 or 7, the baby teeth will start
falling out, one by one. Slowly, the permanent teeth will grow in and take the
place of the baby teeth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My MIL has believed that throwing the upper falls tooth down to ground will make the new tooth grow faster and vice versa. But I wish to keep them in a small
container and record it down in chart. Did you keep your children’s teeth?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a backdated post. The incident happened on 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;
October 2011at Popular book store. We were busy searching crepe paper for Chloe’s
lion costume on her concert’s day. As the color that I needed was on the high
shelve, I asked hubby to assist me. Within a second, we realized Cavin which
was standing next to me gone missing. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
“Cavin, Cavin!” I started to call him. No answer at all, search
around the cabinets and shelves also unable to locate him. Gosh, I started to
panic. We quickly separate and search for him in different areas. Chloe is following
me, I hold her tie as I don’t wants her to get missing like her brother. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I began to search from the back of the book store and
stopped at the center part, I fail to find him. I started to think, he won’t be
walking far away alone. If really someone would grab him out, he would
definitely go out from the entrance. I quickly hold Chloe and rushed to the
entrance. I met the guard at the entrance and asked him whether he saw a small
boy running out alone. He replied no. So I told him that my boy gone missing.
He is wearing a yellow top and about this height. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Then I go back to look for hubby, hopefully he already found
him. While walking back, I saw hubby still searching around. Looking at him, he
shakes his head, still unable to locate Cavin. My heart totally sank, my brain is
empty. Before I can turn on back my mind, suddenly I realize my boy standing in
front of me. His hand was holding some pens and busy exploring in front of the rack.
Hubby walked to him and gave him a big reprimand. Then carried him up and don’t
allow him to go down again. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Phew, it’s a very scary incident. The worst is my boy
totally didn’t realize that he gone missing, thus no replied or crying or frightening
for him too. Hubby suggests getting him a safety harness. You may say I’m
walking a puppy, but I really do not want this incident happen again, never
ever again.&lt;/div&gt;
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At last the government has announced that from mid of November
we can have our driving license expiry date synchronized with our birthday.
They are so considering and kind enough to set us a reminder to renew our
driving license on our birthday month. So from now on except planning your
birthday program, do include your license renewal. *Oh good.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
My driving license would have expired on end of November,
but my birthday is fall on early of December. Yes I get 1
month free extra validity for my license. For those birth dates are lesser than 6 months away from the expiry date
of their license, no charged for the extra period of validity.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
But if your birth dates are same or more than 6 months from
the expiry date of your license, a maximum fee of 6 months will be charged.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
So how many "free months" you get for the extra period of
validity?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank God, Chloe red and puffy eyes recovered just in time on her concert night.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apply some makeup to cover her bruised eyelid and cheek&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sexy pussy perform in her class dance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Although there is some technical problem on projector, but she still able to continue and finish her story. Brave girl, mommy so proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Received an honor as the Best Reader in English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Well done my girl. Continue your effort and do your best in your academy.&lt;/div&gt;
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At first it started on me. I get pink eyes aka (red eyes - "conjunctivitis"). Although I taken antibiotic prescribe by doctor, but it didn't help. My conjunctivitis is cause by virus. No&amp;nbsp;medication&amp;nbsp;work for viral conjunctivitis as it is a self-limiting disease. It took me for 2 weeks to fully recovered.&lt;/div&gt;
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As conjunctivitis is a highly contagious disease. Very unlucky it passed to Chloe. Now her eyes are red and swollen. Many&amp;nbsp;watery&amp;nbsp;discharge from her eyes and cause her eyelid shut when wake up it the morning. The left eye is&amp;nbsp;worse,&amp;nbsp;as the swollen eyelid make the blood circulation bad and cause it bruised. I'm searching high and low for pink eye home remedy. Sea salt water drop, hot compress with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://new-self-sufficient-living.com/pink-eye-home-remedies.html"&gt;turmeric&lt;/a&gt; (turmeric has anti bacterial, anti inflammatory, anti allergy and astringent properties), cold compress with &lt;a href="http://new-self-sufficient-living.com/pink-eye-home-remedies.html"&gt;raw potato&lt;/a&gt; (raw potato is a natural astringent and help to reduce inflammation).&lt;/div&gt;
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The bad news is her school's concert held this Saturday. Other than the class dance, she is&amp;nbsp;participating&amp;nbsp;in a talent show, story telling. Although she should be able to attend the concert but she might appearing with a pair of puffy red eyes on stage. sigh&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy mommy so proud of you!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It’s Sunday morning and I’m preparing to go wet market. Both
kids are wake up early that day. Therefore I can’t sneak out without them.
While waiting for hubby to get ready, I quickly changed Cavin wet diaper and
clothes. Once I pulled down his pants, oh why it’s naked?? Where is his
diaper?? Oh dear I must be forgotten to wear him diaper yesterday night. But thank
god, he doesn’t wet the bed. &lt;/div&gt;
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I faster bring him to bathroom. He takes some times to clear
his bladder as he holds it for the entire night. I gave him a big hug and
praise after he finished. I feel so happy for it but I doubt of his ability or
it just I’m lucky that day. So I take off his diaper again on his afternoon
nap. He slept for 2 hours and no wet bedding. It’s really funny, if I wear him
diaper, he will surely pee on it. I guess when he feels the emptiness on his
bottom without diaper, he do sense that no wee-wee allow. &lt;/div&gt;
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Good that he will diaperless soon for his nap time and I
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Now his front&amp;nbsp;incisor has 1mm gap with black&amp;nbsp;color on the side. Aiks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Oh gosh at 2 years old Cavin has bottle tooth decay. His 2 upper central incisor and first molar on his left side has decay. Blame mommy do not introduce First Teeth toothpaste early. Blame on midnight milk that contain high sugar. Blame on mommy never wipe the teeth after midnight milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's all too late to blame on. Now we did everything to avoid the&amp;nbsp;cavity get serious. We ever thought to bring him for teeth filling (restorations) in future if the cavity become bigger.&amp;nbsp;sigh...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweetie what are you thinking? Thinking of your future?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My boy is pampered. Sometime I just cannot take it. When he cried he wants me and only me soothing him back. During Genting Trip, he only wants me to carry him. Sticky like super duper glue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometime he will start fake cried when he drop his toys. He makes pity face, try to reach my hand for help, but actually he able to reach the toy on the other hand. After bumped his head, he cried asking me to comfort him. He keeps makes pity face pointing the wound on his leg ask me to sayang him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know some of you will comment “Enjoy his clingy now. You might miss this moment after he grows up”. Yes I knew that but sometime I’ll feel “Oh gosh, please give me a brake!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of you know that I have a &lt;a href="http://vickylow.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-terrible-two.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Terrible Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, he has his bull temper. He throwing tantrum in public. What I do is pull him up, grab him away, sometime I just ignored that. Just like an incident happen on Wednesday. My manja boy refuses to put back his sister’s stationery into school bag. I insist him put it back instead of grab it on his little hand. Hence he start throw tantrum, cried loud and refuse get out from car. I closed the car door let him cried a while. Later persuade him to get out, still he refuse. Okay nevermind, I locked the car door and walk away to get some bread at the mini market just few steps away. After finished, I return back to car and ask his to get down. By now, after satisfied cried in car, he willing to get out while still sniffs all the way back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to be firm and not to give in always. Else he will exit my boundary. I wish he can be tougher, which mean not too pamper. I don’t like my boy look like a sissy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The incident is like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;The kids are playing police and thief games and all of them treat Chloe as the bad guy, shooting her with their “fake gun”, putting her into the “transparent jail”. She keeps complained she doesn’t want to be the bad guy and get caught. She keeps protest and asked them to stop but her friends ignored her. She said she is angry and feel so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I start to explain to her this is just a game, don’t take it serious and keep in heart. Then I comfort her and tell her how she can deal with it in other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: “Tell your friend politely that you don’t want to play, please stop it.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe: “I asked them to stop but they still continue”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: “Dear, you can just ignore and walk away. No need to be angry or shouting back. When they found you didn’t bothered but ignored them, they will soon stop it because they feel no fun. The more you get angry they more they like to disturb you because they feel fun to see you angry.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: “If you do want to join in and play, you can give other game idea. Eg. I don’t like this, how about we play other game like restaurant games, teacher &amp;amp; student games, mommy and baby games? No shooting games and no one have to be the “bad guy”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe: “But I don’t want to be baby everytime. I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mommy: “Hahaha dear, it doesn’t matter. You all can take turn to be daddy, mommy or baby.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think she is quite a sensitive girl. Some small thing she will be sad and keep in heart. Hope with these ideas she able to seek a better way to deal with the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: The next day I told hubby of this. He told Chloe to team up another gang and shoot back the police! How come man will have this kind of idea??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week chatting with Chloe’s principal when fetch her back from daycare. I asked the principal opinion whether Cavin able to attend school next year. She replied me of course can, no problem as this boy look very independent. It should be okay as Chloe attend school at 3 years old too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually if that time I didn’t expecting Cavin, I don’t think I will send Chloe to kinder at such young age. But no choice as my MIL would hard to cope with 2 children in the same. I have gone through some hard time when Chloe is schooling last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now it’s Cavin’s turn. He is currently at daycare. Still yet fully diaperless as the caretaker said he can’t express his need verbally when he has urge. Children are doing business in toilet, no potty in the living area due to hygiene issue. They still wear him on diaper to prevent any accident on floor. I do agree as there are many other children in daycare, accident might occur if the floor is “wet”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cavin is okay when he is at home, because we take off his diaper and put the potty at living room. He is able to take off his pants and pee in potty on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did raise this issue to the principal and she said they can train him, even during nap time too. At first I still doubtful as some kindergarten only accept children which are fully potty train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well at last we have made a decision to send him to school next year, joining his sister’s kindergarten. We hope he able to enjoy his schooling (very confident he will), be more independent, discipline and improve on his talking (I really look forward for this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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