<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:00:36.147+08:00</updated><category term='PPP'/><title type='text'>My Baby Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>If I could talk, here's what I'd say,
happy with you, I want to stay.
Hold me, hug me, let me see
your happy face, smiling back at me.
Hold me, cuddle me in your arms.
Keep me safe from all that harms.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1014282719954355367</id><published>2012-01-21T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:19:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fatt Chai</title><content type='html'>Before I am going off to celebrate Chinese New Year, I wish everyone here a Happy New Year and Gong Xi Fatt Chai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Krtn_XXXJlU/TxkymwTtIXI/AAAAAAAADHc/I8dNR1Onmw4/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Krtn_XXXJlU/TxkymwTtIXI/AAAAAAAADHc/I8dNR1Onmw4/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699642444798042482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--AbWeYhIKkA/TxkyiCtA_DI/AAAAAAAADHQ/kisIhcGgj_Q/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--AbWeYhIKkA/TxkyiCtA_DI/AAAAAAAADHQ/kisIhcGgj_Q/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699642363836693554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6lmAxoK8Kk/TxkyesTl4EI/AAAAAAAADHE/WKc8oSkKHJs/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6lmAxoK8Kk/TxkyesTl4EI/AAAAAAAADHE/WKc8oSkKHJs/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699642306284871746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1014282719954355367?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1014282719954355367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1014282719954355367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1014282719954355367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1014282719954355367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2012/01/gong-xi-fatt-chai.html' title='Gong Xi Fatt Chai'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Krtn_XXXJlU/TxkymwTtIXI/AAAAAAAADHc/I8dNR1Onmw4/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3740200820916252372</id><published>2012-01-20T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:19:07.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My doll doll also has new clothes.</title><content type='html'>Mommy was doing spring cleaning few days back and took out some old clothes from mei mei and my wardrobe. She packed it in a big plastic bag and told me she wants to recycle those clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I took out a few and decided to let my doll doll wear it. Well, it is Chinese new year and everyone also has new clothes. Of course my doll doll also need some new clothes la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the amount of soft toys I have on my bed. And look at the "new clothes" I have put up for my doll doll. Angel is wearing the Chinese New Year clothes somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJC4dlLnH4c/TxkxfbDfdbI/AAAAAAAADG4/ILBlDTj4JQ4/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJC4dlLnH4c/TxkxfbDfdbI/AAAAAAAADG4/ILBlDTj4JQ4/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699641219322181042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Yess, though I am a boy, I love playing with doll doll and I sayang them just like I sayang my mei mei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3740200820916252372?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3740200820916252372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3740200820916252372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3740200820916252372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3740200820916252372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-doll-doll-also-has-new-clothes.html' title='My doll doll also has new clothes.'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJC4dlLnH4c/TxkxfbDfdbI/AAAAAAAADG4/ILBlDTj4JQ4/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7887189539372384237</id><published>2012-01-20T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:13:39.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS by Darren</title><content type='html'>@ 5 years 7 months and 4 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you received a sms from my mommy or daddy's handphone, it might not be from them BECAUSE, I can sms like an adult too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few incidents that people received sms from my daddy or mommy or grandpa's phone and thought it was the owner of the hp that sent it out. But in fact, it was ME who actually sent out the sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation 1: SMS sent out on 24th December 2011 morning from my mommy's handphone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zFQfln7uU0/Txkv0eEOt_I/AAAAAAAADGg/fp7PUkgzdgE/s1600/IMG_4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zFQfln7uU0/Txkv0eEOt_I/AAAAAAAADGg/fp7PUkgzdgE/s400/IMG_4710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699639381884581874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of recipent replied the message by telling mommy that they are not free to come for the party and mommy was having a hard time explaining to them that we didn't really have a party and the message was not sent by her but by ME. I had my lecture from mommy and refrained me from using her phone for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation 2: SMS sent out on 30th December 2011 afternoon from my mommy's handphone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy smsed mommy to ask mommy shall we utilise the free 1 night stay in The Westin &lt;br /&gt;hotel during the coming long weekend. I checked the sms and conveyed the message to mommy and mommy replied to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we shouldn't go because mei mei is having running nose. Then, she won't be able to play at the swimming pool. Anyway, replied daddy and tell him that mei mei is having running nose and she will not be able to swim in the hotel." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's intention was to let daddy make the decision whether to carry on or go some other day when mei mei is feeling better. Then we all can swim together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then immediately replied the sms and later daddy replied back "OK". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, mommy checked back her in and outbox and found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLpmQdPuC9w/Txkv9orHG8I/AAAAAAAADGs/D2tZieX64q8/s1600/IMG_4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLpmQdPuC9w/Txkv9orHG8I/AAAAAAAADGs/D2tZieX64q8/s400/IMG_4709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699639539350838210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy actually thought it was mommy who sent out the sms and thought mommy agreed to go for the hotel stay but will leave Isabel out for the swimming and DArren can go swimming with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smart, ain't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 3: SMS from my grandpa handphone to yi yi SS's handphone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed my yi yi SS from my grandpa's handphone. The message typed was something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Darling, how are you? I miss you and I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi yi SS received this sms and the sender was one of the contact names listed in yi yi SS's address book - Elson. Yi Yi SS couldn't recall who is Elson and she was shocked that how come "Elson" smsed her and somemore called her "Darling". She dare not replied the sms and tried recalling who is Elson. She told us he must be someone she knows, or else, the name would not be in her address book. But how come the "Elson" will send such sms to her. Until...until I called her and asked did she receive the sms, only the reality is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....this is really funny and everyone said that luckily my cheong cheong did not see the message, or else, he must be thinking who is this man who called her wife "Darling" and sent such sms to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am Darling to a lot of people (especially my yi yis). Sometimes, I used daddy's phone to send out the sms and my yi yis dare not replied the sms by calling me "darling" coz they are afraid mommy suddenly saw the message and thought how come they called daddy "darling". Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "darling" examples occurred a few times from daddy's handphone. Initially I was puzzled how come my yi yi called my name instead of calling me darling in the sms from daddy's hp and I even replied her and typed to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call me darling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone is reminding me that I must sign off my name at the end of the sms. I will try to do if I can remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7887189539372384237?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7887189539372384237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7887189539372384237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7887189539372384237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7887189539372384237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2012/01/sms-by-darren.html' title='SMS by Darren'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zFQfln7uU0/Txkv0eEOt_I/AAAAAAAADGg/fp7PUkgzdgE/s72-c/IMG_4710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-375925232461499269</id><published>2012-01-16T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:51:59.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending Chinese New Year Card</title><content type='html'>Today mommy brought me to Post Office to send out the Chinese New Year card to 10 selected relatives of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy told me last week that he has been sending CNY card to his relatives every year since very young. So, I should start to do that too since I can write. Somehow physical card is better than electronic one, though nowadays not many people sending physical greetings card out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy brought me to Carefour last Friday to buy the card. I wrote all the messages in all cards on Sunday and today we sent it out. It was so much work and effort to write all the messages in the card. 10 cards, you know...THe first card I wrote to was to yi yi SS and mommy said it was so messy and untidy (not a straight line). Later, mommy drew the line for me and I wrote on top of the line. It was much better. I was so tired writing all the messages and it was no fun at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy get me to queue up at the counter to buy the stamps. Wow..nowadays it costs RM0.50 to send out a greeting card. The counter Malay lady found me so cute and asked me how old I am and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen, we pasted the stamp and I put it in the post box. I think they will receive it by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-375925232461499269?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/375925232461499269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=375925232461499269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/375925232461499269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/375925232461499269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2012/01/sending-chinese-new-year-card.html' title='Sending Chinese New Year Card'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4280332567674421481</id><published>2012-01-14T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:14:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie - Alvin and the Chipmunks 3</title><content type='html'>Today daddy brought us to Pavilion for shopping and movie. Daddy asked me whether I want to watch movie, of course I said want la. So after some shopping and lunch at 3pm, we headed to the cinema and bought the ticket showing at 4.15pm for the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCox0h2SsUs/TxGa-YUgBOI/AAAAAAAADGU/O9C2oTerfp8/s1600/Alvin-And-The-Chipmunks-3-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCox0h2SsUs/TxGa-YUgBOI/AAAAAAAADGU/O9C2oTerfp8/s400/Alvin-And-The-Chipmunks-3-Movie-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697505400071390434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also &lt;a href="http://darrenmeimei.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-movie-alvin-and-chipmunks-3.html"&gt;mei mei's first time to a movie&lt;/a&gt;. Hop over to mei mei's blog to read her experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the popcorn and coke and of course I enjoyed the movie the most. I was laughing at some part and I just like the chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very sleepy after the show and slept about 1+hr in the stroller. Daddy said he will bring us to watch "Madasgascar" next time, since mei mei also behaved very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4280332567674421481?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4280332567674421481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4280332567674421481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4280332567674421481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4280332567674421481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2012/01/movie-alvin-and-chipmunks-3.html' title='Movie - Alvin and the Chipmunks 3'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCox0h2SsUs/TxGa-YUgBOI/AAAAAAAADGU/O9C2oTerfp8/s72-c/Alvin-And-The-Chipmunks-3-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4066697661154431885</id><published>2012-01-13T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:29:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fear - the "rambutan" rubberise yo-yo..</title><content type='html'>I am afraid of this - a rubberise yoyo that has lights inside when you bounced it and it looks like a rambutan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_umw5sG0Aw/TxAxU-CYfAI/AAAAAAAADF8/Fr-6jOs0C1k/s1600/LED_pfr_ctr_ThreeHanging.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_umw5sG0Aw/TxAxU-CYfAI/AAAAAAAADF8/Fr-6jOs0C1k/s400/LED_pfr_ctr_ThreeHanging.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697107764943813634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to touch it and don't you ever try to put the thing near me. I would scream and runaway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we have seen this many times years ago, I am still afraid of it until today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei mei has one of this and she is not afraid of it. But she has lost it quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I get into daddy's car, I saw that "thing" at the backseat. Immediately I dare not go in. But mei mei was excited to find it and immediately grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice, daddy forced me to get into the car. I sat very near to the door and refuse to go near mei mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mei mei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isabel, no need to share ok? Kor kor don't want it..don't share, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was laughing when she heard that. Mommy told me, "Isabel will not want to share with you. She likes it so much. You don't need to be so afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy tried to convince me that it is nothing and just like rubber band. Later I tried to touch and hold it..and I am less afraid of the thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from mommy:&lt;br /&gt;We always teach the children to share and when they are fighting for a toy, the word that they will say is "Share..share.." I was surprised and found it funny when Darren asked Isabel "not to share" the thing. Can imagine how frighten he was at that moment. It was so funny to see him squeezing himself at the side of the car door and making sure Isabel will not throw the thing to him..hahaha....my coward boy,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4066697661154431885?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4066697661154431885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4066697661154431885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4066697661154431885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4066697661154431885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-fear-rambutan-rubberise-yo-yo.html' title='My fear - the &quot;rambutan&quot; rubberise yo-yo..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_umw5sG0Aw/TxAxU-CYfAI/AAAAAAAADF8/Fr-6jOs0C1k/s72-c/LED_pfr_ctr_ThreeHanging.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6343477257773915120</id><published>2012-01-10T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:52:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopen</title><content type='html'>Mommy said I am 6 years old this year, big boy already. I asked mommy, "I am 6 years old already. Big boy hor? So can I buy a handphone?" Me and the handphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my school reopened last Wednesday and it was the orientation week. So we finished school at 10.30am. This week will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my class is Hibiscus 6 (I was in Daisy 4 and Daisy 5 last 2 years). My teacher is Teacher Yong (杨老师). Since mommy registered me to chinese school next year, mommy requested me to be put under her class. She is one of the "longest" &amp; exxperienced teacher in the school. I like her too as she taught me chinese last year. Mommy said this year the teacher to talk to us more in Chinese and most subjects will be conducted in Chinese, in preparation for me to enter chinese school next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad to say that I am not same class with my cousin, Chloe this year. She is in Sunflower 6. I miss playing with her. I didn't feel anything the first day. But the 2nd day, I started feeling a bit down and kept pursuading mommy to bring me to Boh Poh house to play with Chloe. I think she missed me too and kept asking me to go over her house, if not, she wants to come to our house and play with me. Mommy said we are like "lovers" being separated. So far, only 3 friends from my previous class are in the same class with me this year. The rest are being separated to different class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have not been too late to school. I have been sleeping around 10pm, today we tried slightly earlier - 9.45pm. I woke up around 7.50am and reached home around 8.15am. I am very tired every night and dozed off in less than 5 mins. Mommy is quite happy with my sleeping time and she thinks we can improve somemore and be more punctual to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6343477257773915120?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6343477257773915120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6343477257773915120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6343477257773915120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6343477257773915120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-reopen.html' title='School reopen'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2571327738784835360</id><published>2011-12-31T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:24:04.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2011 updates</title><content type='html'>December is always a busy month for us with so many activities and gatherings around. It also means a month to go shopping and kai kai with all my yi yi from Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought us to Pusat Akuatik Shah Alam for swimming on the first Sunday. He wanted to bring us to Shah Alam Wet World but was too crowded. I was having so much fun dipping in the pool. It has been a long long time since I last visited this place. Now, I dare to take the water slides + tunnel slides at the children pool. Even mei mei also dipped in the pool with me but she was using a float. Since I am a big boy now, daddy let me roamed around on my own but with him watching me on top. Mommy was in the pool taking care of mei mei. I enjoyed the water play very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AD3ZfMx4eY/TwR6p7wgQSI/AAAAAAAADDI/9ZdBMz8A0S0/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bswimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AD3ZfMx4eY/TwR6p7wgQSI/AAAAAAAADDI/9ZdBMz8A0S0/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bswimming.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810689737507106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought us back to Melaka on the 2nd weekend. It was a long weekend + a replacement holiday on Monday. I was excited and immediately called lau yi and invited her along. To my surprise, she really willing to come down by bus. But later decided to drive down with lau yi Ana. I was happy. Mommy was surprised that I made that personal invitation without informing anyone and even more surprised to know that lau yi really come down because of ME - really "give face". Lau yi and grandma cooked for me in Melaka. I spent my whole time in Melaka there with them. I even went grocery shopping with my grandparents in Tesco and later had a breakfast at Old Town. I enjoyed myself very much with my grandparents and lau yis till I neglected my mommy and daddy. I can take care of myself in Melaka on my own. I also talked to Aunty Rani and she was so happy to see me. I think I am very lucky la because so many people love me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy then brought us to the beach on Sunday evening. The weather was fine and windy. I started with playing sand, the dipped my legs into the sea..then encouraged by grandpa, I dipped my whole body in the sea. I took my shirt off and I enjoyed myself in the sea water. Though this is not my first time to a beach but it is my first time dipped myself into the sea water. Beach is such a fun place to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXcC-boX4Cg/TwR6xLCzujI/AAAAAAAADDU/Ac7r7lyq-v0/s1600/Darren%2Bbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXcC-boX4Cg/TwR6xLCzujI/AAAAAAAADDU/Ac7r7lyq-v0/s400/Darren%2Bbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810814099896882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot in Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back from Melaka, we started to prepare christmas presents for my grandparents. I "designed" a christmas theme t-shirts for both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjqhABLYdfk/TwR662bSkII/AAAAAAAADDg/bCJZayATDcc/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bgrandparent%2Bpresents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjqhABLYdfk/TwR662bSkII/AAAAAAAADDg/bCJZayATDcc/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bgrandparent%2Bpresents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810980364128386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy did a photobook for them. They love the photobook. The book contains all the pictures of them with me and mei mei or daddy from my birth till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy also made a sand box for us. I love playing with the sand box and tried to build a sand castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFCpOPnT6RI/TwR7HwGw_uI/AAAAAAAADDs/gIsTNNLRN5s/s1600/Darren%2B%2526%2BIsabel%2B-%2Bplay%2Bsand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFCpOPnT6RI/TwR7HwGw_uI/AAAAAAAADDs/gIsTNNLRN5s/s400/Darren%2B%2526%2BIsabel%2B-%2Bplay%2Bsand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693811202005728994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy also brought us to Ikano and Aunty SL's house on one of the weekdays (Tuesday). I was having fun playing at the Smaland and later playing with Marcus and Brandon. We even had dinner together at 1Utama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy helped me created a "pretend shopping game" by printing out some money,sticking price tags (using labels) on the toy food/boxes, kept some receipts for me and taught me how to play the game. Well, this idea came out some time back when mommy wanted to teach me the sense of money and the value of it. But later, instead it has turned into an interesting game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt-P3660iF8/TwR7W8ITqHI/AAAAAAAADEE/MvDjC75UyoQ/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bshopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt-P3660iF8/TwR7W8ITqHI/AAAAAAAADEE/MvDjC75UyoQ/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bshopping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693811462931458162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwPagPf_YxQ/TwR7S6dEGuI/AAAAAAAADD4/vVxWkqQxtW0/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bshopping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwPagPf_YxQ/TwR7S6dEGuI/AAAAAAAADD4/vVxWkqQxtW0/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bshopping2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693811393762171618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I wrote a letter to Santa Clause on that week too. I requested a "play kitchen" or "paino set with mic" from Santa Clause. Mommy asked me what I want from her and I told her no need to waste her money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was daddy and mommy's marriage registration anniversary (Thursday). Daddy took a day off and brought us to "Gardens". Since mei mei insisted to go into "e-kids World", we get to play there for 1 hour. We enjoyed ourselves very much there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xe54ZCBZnp0/TwR7jSjDqjI/AAAAAAAADEc/Q-HTmoLHGhg/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bekids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xe54ZCBZnp0/TwR7jSjDqjI/AAAAAAAADEc/Q-HTmoLHGhg/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bekids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693811675107666482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZK9terQj6k/TwR7fTJmvgI/AAAAAAAADEQ/XONVjfkWSOE/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bekids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZK9terQj6k/TwR7fTJmvgI/AAAAAAAADEQ/XONVjfkWSOE/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bekids2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693811606549872130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7nvETKHwBc/TwR8FYrp8YI/AAAAAAAADE0/L4zYwsrDvgY/s1600/Darren%2526Isabel%2B-%2Bekids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7nvETKHwBc/TwR8FYrp8YI/AAAAAAAADE0/L4zYwsrDvgY/s400/Darren%2526Isabel%2B-%2Bekids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693812260869894530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we met up with other gong gong in Desa Park City for dinner. I was happy to see Chloe there and we played together that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Christmas eve and mommy organised a small party to invite Aunty SL to our house for dinner. Since we are having a party, I sent out a sms to a few people that I know to invite them to our christmas celebration on 24 and 25/12, WITHOUT informing my parents. Later in the afternoon, mommy received some replies from those people that I sent and immediately questioned me. I got lectured and scolded for sending invitation out without consulting my parents. Mommy needed to make clarification to those people. Well, I thought we are having party ma, so I invite people to come lor..How do I know I should not do this..&lt;br /&gt;I think I have created some trouble for mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mommy cooked western dinner - freshly made mushroom soup, roast a chicken, spaghetties, salad and ordered Domino pizza. I love the mushroom soup. I drank about 4 bowl of it. That night, I played with Marcus and Brandon the shopping game and also Thomas &amp; Friend Train set. I had a good time. That night I slept well and hope that Santa Clause will give me present that I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning - Christmas day..I saw my present on my bed side..a very big present..I was so happy and immediately I know it is a play kitchen. I couldn't wait to open the present. This day, we needed to send kakak out to KLCC to meet her sister. So before we go out, I requested to open the present. As I wished, I get a play kitchen from Santa Clause but not the model that I want. It is a smaller set. But never mind, I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CpnH2a1r9Zg/TwR74N2NVLI/AAAAAAAADEo/7NkoddYiZX0/s1600/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CpnH2a1r9Zg/TwR74N2NVLI/AAAAAAAADEo/7NkoddYiZX0/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693812034623067314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent whole day in KLCC and mommy brought me a present from mothercare. When mommy asked me again what do I want for christmas and I told her I wanted a house that has a door that can be opened. So finally she bought this for me..I love playing with it..even mommy love this too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lB9VIuKFbp8/TwR8R-9Y1NI/AAAAAAAADFA/t9s1eF_Zatw/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Btoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lB9VIuKFbp8/TwR8R-9Y1NI/AAAAAAAADFA/t9s1eF_Zatw/s400/Darren%2B-%2Btoys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693812477303248082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Migi0KiICKM/TwR8bniczfI/AAAAAAAADFM/ZIeQMhYSwhI/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Migi0KiICKM/TwR8bniczfI/AAAAAAAADFM/ZIeQMhYSwhI/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bplay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693812642814938610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I opened the remaining few presents from yi yi SY, aunty SL and Yi Yi SF, bau bei and daddy. See what I get..I am so happy...daddy bought me the CSI set. It is a very interesting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r17-hAIZ8Ik/TwR8kr3pDWI/AAAAAAAADFY/RWRaL__-mAk/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bchristmas%2Bpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r17-hAIZ8Ik/TwR8kr3pDWI/AAAAAAAADFY/RWRaL__-mAk/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bchristmas%2Bpresent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693812798596386146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Yi SS came down again on the last week of December and I went out with her for Karaoke. Since mei mei was having some mild cough, they stayed at home. I followed yi yi out and had a good time singing at the karaoke. I behaved very well and yi yi SS just love to bring me out. But the next 2 days, mommy didn't allow me to follow them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, mommy sent me to school to buy new uniforms for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asking mommy how to make jelly. On Friday, mommy decided to make jelly with me. She asked me to read the instruction and tell her what to do. So, I did everything almost by my own except putting the pot on the stove to boil. I am so proud of myself and I enjoyed eating the jelly at the end of the day. I even insist to keep some for lau yi Judy. She promised she will come and visit me on 1 Jan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itSkgqCixfo/TwR8vEyBNQI/AAAAAAAADFk/5DIj-iYvLOo/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bmake%2Bjelly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itSkgqCixfo/TwR8vEyBNQI/AAAAAAAADFk/5DIj-iYvLOo/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bmake%2Bjelly1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693812977082381570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgLQ-nX-rIc/TwR85HYismI/AAAAAAAADFw/sst5d8v674E/s1600/Darren%2B-%2Bjelly%2B%2526%2Bclay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgLQ-nX-rIc/TwR85HYismI/AAAAAAAADFw/sst5d8v674E/s400/Darren%2B-%2Bjelly%2B%2526%2Bclay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693813149579522658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the evening, we did some clay work. Mommy bought this pack of clay from Daiso and she let me play with it. It is so soft. Mommy also enjoyed "moulding" the clay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of 2011, I spent my day at home but at night having a dinner with Aunty May &amp; family at Cyberjaya for Middle east food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month passed so fast that it is time to go back to school already. I am excited and can't wait to see my teacher and friends again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this month, I have seen my paternal grandparents 3 times, my maternal grandparents once and yi yi SS 3 times, lau yi once (but gonna be 2 because she is coming again on 1 Jan). I just love to see people and spend time with them. All these people also love me very much. I am just so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am wishing every a good 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2571327738784835360?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2571327738784835360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2571327738784835360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2571327738784835360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2571327738784835360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011-updates.html' title='December 2011 updates'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AD3ZfMx4eY/TwR6p7wgQSI/AAAAAAAADDI/9ZdBMz8A0S0/s72-c/Darren%2B-%2Bswimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4888285720900387258</id><published>2011-12-29T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:34:23.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children talk..</title><content type='html'>A few conversations that worth documented down for memory purpose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 1&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;One morning while mommy was lazing around with mei mei in her room, I went in and told mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, mommy..I want a didi (little brother). You quickly go and hug hug daddy and eat a lot, then you will have a didi in your stomach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 2&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was printing some "money" for me to use in my "pretend play". I told mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, can you please print a bit more for me because I want to buy things..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I think next time you don't need to go to ATM to take money. You can print the money at home mah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 3&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Darren, we didn't buy any Christmas present for daddy hor? What do you think we can buy for daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No need la..don't waste your money. Daddy has money, he can buy for himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 4&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my yi yi SS and on the way home, I insisted they buy some bread back home because I told them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't waste money, tomorrow we can eat bread for breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we usually go out for breakfast when there are guests in our house..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 5&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;I went out with yi yi SS and she asked me what do I want to drink during dinner, I told her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need to waste money, I have water here (pointing at my bag)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wau...everyone is so "proud" of me...hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4888285720900387258?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4888285720900387258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4888285720900387258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4888285720900387258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4888285720900387258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/12/children-talk.html' title='Children talk..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1605061809709256778</id><published>2011-12-20T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:31:03.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy day..</title><content type='html'>This morning I asked daddy to bring me to office but daddy said cannot. While I was getting upset about it, mommy suddenly told me that she is going to bring me to Aunty SL's house. I was delighted and can't wait to meet my two friends, Brandon and Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought me out for breakfast while mommy attended her yoga. I ate toast bread and some "kai si hor fun". Towards 12 pm, we left our house to Bandar Utama. On the way, mommy told me she is going to bring me to a shopping centre named Ikea and she said there is a place for children to play, before we go to Aunty SL's house. A place for children to play??? Sounds great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in the car and suddenly I heard mommy mentioned about "McDonald". Immediately I opened my eyes and started smiling from ear to ear when mommy asked me do I want to have "McDOnald" for lunch? Of course I said "YES". So mommy ordered a take away McDonald lunch set for us. She decided on take away because mei mei was sleeping in the car and she wanted mei mei to sleep longer, so mommy planned for a "picnic" for us in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Ikea at 1pm and we had our lunch in the car. It was a nice and peaceful lunch, air-conditioned and got music somemore..Just when we finished our lunch, mei mei woke up from her nap. We then proceeded to Ikea and mommy sent me to "Smaland". We waited for some time before I get to go in. I was excited and just can't wait to play inside. I told mommy I need a bit "longer" time to play inside. Mommy told me she will pick me up at 3pm (I went in at 2pm). She sat outside for half an hour feeding mei mei's lunch, I went to the ball pool. Then suddenly I couldn't see her anymore, she must have gone shopping with mei mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eg9n5PrcRuo/TvC4LeO4Z5I/AAAAAAAAC9s/Xj0dcYwPAZI/s1600/darren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eg9n5PrcRuo/TvC4LeO4Z5I/AAAAAAAAC9s/Xj0dcYwPAZI/s400/darren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688248836602488722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when it was about 3pm, I couldn't see mommy. So I asked the "aunty" there to call my mommy.  I had a good time playing inside Smaland. THe first thing I said to mommy when I saw her was "Thank you, mommy". Mommy thought I was sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left Ikea and proceeded to Aunty SL's place. It started raining cats and dogs when we exited the car park. Mommy thought of changing her plan and go straight home but I wasn't happy. She promised me to bring me there today, moreover aunty SL said her place wasn't raining. Not to disappoint me, mommy went ahead with the plan. But it has started raining when we reached aunty SL's place. Aunty took an umbrella to fetch us in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having another great time playing with Brandon and Marcus. Mei mei also havig her great time there. Mommy..of course...non-stop chatting with Aunty SL the whole time..till Uncle WK came home and suggested to have dinner together later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to One Utama, Chili's for dinner. Daddy joined us there. I had pasta. It was another great time dining together with AUnty SL's family. Thank you Uncle WK for the dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then later followed daddy's car home. I was so tired then I fell asleep in the car. We reached home around 10.15 pm. After bathed, I went to dreamland immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring but a happy day for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1605061809709256778?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1605061809709256778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1605061809709256778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1605061809709256778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1605061809709256778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-day.html' title='A happy day..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eg9n5PrcRuo/TvC4LeO4Z5I/AAAAAAAAC9s/Xj0dcYwPAZI/s72-c/darren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7594684373365941235</id><published>2011-12-06T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:56:04.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 2 weeks of school holiday</title><content type='html'>What did I do for the first 2 weeks of school holiday? Since we did not have any plan to go anywhere, mommy signed me up for a "Speech &amp; Drama" class in Cambridge. It is a 10 days short holiday program and each session last for 2 hours. The last day will be the performance day and we performed what we have learnt in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted as Robin Hood. I did art &amp; crafts and made a few props for the show like hat, face mask and belt. We also learn how to perform a puppet show - using the story of "Popeye the sailorman". We also learn to sing and dance with the cartoon theme song "Flintstone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the class and was happy to attend. I had a great time there. The teacher likes me and said I am very cute and loving. I did a painting for her too. The last day we did a little performance and again, mommy felt so touch seeing me perform. She said I did very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9PIo7wgQ18/Tt2gRfliiVI/AAAAAAAAC64/s-BTpKFXtfA/s1600/cambridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9PIo7wgQ18/Tt2gRfliiVI/AAAAAAAAC64/s-BTpKFXtfA/s400/cambridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682874527208606034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7594684373365941235?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7594684373365941235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7594684373365941235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7594684373365941235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7594684373365941235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-2-weeks-of-school-holiday.html' title='First 2 weeks of school holiday'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9PIo7wgQ18/Tt2gRfliiVI/AAAAAAAAC64/s-BTpKFXtfA/s72-c/cambridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7009405589659876836</id><published>2011-11-23T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:14:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question that caught mommy off guard..</title><content type='html'>@ 5 years 6 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in the car on the way back home, I suddenly throw mommy this question that gave her a shock and left her not knowing how to answer me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Mommy, &lt;strong&gt;how can I become a girl&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No..you cannot become a girl. You are a boy. You can never be a girl. You are born as a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Why I am a boy and not a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (Thinking hard how to answer in a simple way) Because you get daddy's genes. So, you are like daddy. That's why you are a boy. Like mei mei, she gets mommy's genes, so she is born a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Darren: So, if I get your genes, that I can become a girl? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Well..(yes or no?) but now you are already born as boy, you cannot change already. You are already a boy when you are in mommy's stomach. &lt;br /&gt;Darren: How come you don't make me a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Mommy cannot decide you are a boy or girl. (Thinking hard how to answer..)The God decides you are a boy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Who is the God?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (shit...he is getting deeper and deeper)..God is someone great, stay up there in the sky, looking after us and protect us. He decides everything for us. &lt;br /&gt;Darren: I want to be a girl. I want your genes.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (getting worried) Why?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I want to have long hair, then I can tie my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Well, boy is also good. Boys also can do a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (Thinking hard..what huh?) Errr...like rock climbing..&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Girl also can do rock climbing, right?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: yeah..you are right. Girl also can do..(aiyah..)But boys are stronger. Boys can protect girls.&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I am stronger ar? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Yeah...Next time you work very hard, can buy big cars and big house..like daddy lor. Not like mommy, only stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;Darren: yeah... girl cannot work hor..(like talking to himself)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (oh no..should I correct him that girls also can work? If I correct him, then he will ask further..I think I better let this topic rest a side..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy started worried after thinking back my question. What? Darren wanted to be a girl? Yes...I always like being a girl. I like wearing skirt, I like keeping long hair and put clips and tie my hair, I like putting lipsticks (after concert) on my lips and I always tell mommy that I wanted to be like yi yi SY. Gosh..mommy said please don't scare her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7009405589659876836?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7009405589659876836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7009405589659876836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7009405589659876836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7009405589659876836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/11/question-that-caught-mommy-off-guard.html' title='A Question that caught mommy off guard..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4468017541571302862</id><published>2011-11-14T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:35:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's surprise birthday party</title><content type='html'>We celebrated daddy's birthday 2 saturdays ago. Mommy wanted to make this day special for daddy, so she decieded to give daddy a surprise party at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called our regular gang of relatives and my grandparents. She informed them it was a surprise party, hence do not leak out anything news and if daddy ever called them for dinner, they had to pretend not free on that night. So, we were getting more excited and mommy was busy planning for the food menu on that night - it was a steamboat dinner. I was busy making birthday card for daddy and practising my "performance" for that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, mommy prepared me for a performance for daddy's birthday since a month ago. She changed the lyrics of "I am a little teapot" to "You are my daddy" and get me to practise it everyday, so that I can remember the new lyrics. The performance includes 2 songs "You are my daddy" and "I love you" (Barney) and a simple speech. It ended with a big big hug and kiss to daddy and wished him a Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was an excited and busy for us. On the day itself, mommy went to market early morning to get some stuff. Then came home and asked daddy did he has any plans and daddy said No. So, mommy said she will plan for him. But daddy changed some of the plans by going to "urut" his hand in the mid-morning and we only went out around 1pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was we went out without kakak and kakak will prepare the party at home. And we have to go home to fetch my grandparents for dinner and daddy will get the surprise by then. We went for h-tea in One World hotel and it was a peaceful and nice meal for us. Even Isabel has her share of banana cake and I love my selection of food too. Daddy, Isabel and myself even fell asleep in the restaurant towards the end and mommy get to enjoy her food slowly on her own. We left the place around 4.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to One U for shopping. Daddy brought me to Camp 5 and wanted me to try rock climbing. But the slot was full on that time and we have to wait till 6pm, which was a bit late. So I just played at the play area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RufPh0S1IKg/TsDgwIGZ7jI/AAAAAAAAC6s/yi4yTtBCzr0/s1600/camp%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RufPh0S1IKg/TsDgwIGZ7jI/AAAAAAAAC6s/yi4yTtBCzr0/s400/camp%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674782647899516466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went for shopping for daddy's present. Mommy bought daddy a pair of new shoe. It was around 7pm by then and we have to go home. Daddy initial plan was to call Uncle Edwin to get him to fetch my grandparents and meet them at the restaurant. Mommy then quickly sms and called grandma and came out with stories that Uncle Edwin was not free and not joing us, hence daddy get to go back and fetch them. By then, daddy already get all his clues that there were something going on at home. He already suspected and knew it but he tried to play along. It was not easy for mommy to continue acting as she also knew that daddy already discovered the "secret". hahaha...it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went home and as expected, daddy wasn't too surprise as he already guessed it right. But he was happy and appreciated mommy's thought. He actually only realised it in the afternoon. Another hint to him was mommy was frequently on the phone on that day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a great night and I was busy playing with my cousins until I refuse to do the performance earlier on. Mommy wasn't happy but at the end I performed to daddy and grandma after everyone left but before the day ended. Daddy was surprised about the performance though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day with happy and good memories + mommy's aching body because mommy has been running up and down preparing things and also helped the clearing and washing up later that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday daddy and wish you All the health, wealth and happiness in the years to come...Daddy, I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4468017541571302862?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4468017541571302862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4468017541571302862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4468017541571302862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4468017541571302862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/11/daddys-surprise-birthday-party.html' title='Daddy&apos;s surprise birthday party'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RufPh0S1IKg/TsDgwIGZ7jI/AAAAAAAAC6s/yi4yTtBCzr0/s72-c/camp%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3778769722786598532</id><published>2011-11-14T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:01:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Teacher Day - 2nd half of 2011</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Parent Teacher Day yesterday in the school. This is just a record of how is he doing in school, for my memory sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down and the first question the teacher asked was, "Who is teaching him at home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Huh?" I ddin't know what was her purpose in asking that question and I just answered the teacher, "I am a full time mom. I am the one who teach him most of the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the teacher told me, "He is a very smart and clever boy. He is very good in his reading and he has no problem in his spelling and ejaan at all. I asked him who teach him at home and he answered me, "No one teach me. I teach myself."..hahahaha" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..ok...I started laughing and I understand this boy, he always want the credits all to himself...when he did something right or being clever and when we asked, who teach you this/that, he will always say, no one teach me and I learn/teach myself..hahahaha...but no doubt, I guess he has very good memory, I don't really need to teach him his spelling and ejaan and he always get it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked the teacher do they revise with them everyday (hence he learn from school)? The teacher told me no and she only writes the words on the board 5 minutes before the test and wipe it off, and they get to do their test. The teacher also added that there were times Darren was late to school and the test were over, the teacher just put him aside and test him straight and he still get it all right. Ok..so the teacher thinks he is a smart boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher also added that when she writes some words on the board, he has the tendency to really look at it and try to spell out. Probaby this helps him to remember the words well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that he loves "teaching". Well, I know that as he always pretend to be a teacher at home..Almost 90% of his play time is to pretend to be a teacher. That explains how his reading and writing skills improved so much. He has been "practising" it at home almost everyday. So, the teacher actually get him to "teach" some of his friends in reading. SOmetimes the minute the teacher just walked away, he will be standing in front of the classroom and he become the teacher next, saying loudly, "Ok children....xxx..xx.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to answer all the questions asked by the teacher. When other children raise their hands to be picked to answer the question, he will immediately run and stand next to the teacher (without raising his hand and being called) and as if he was the one being selected to come upfront and answer the question (slap head)...so the teacher has to tell him if he doesn't raise his hand, she will not pick him and answer the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no problem passing message through friends or teachers and is aware of what is happening around him. If any of children is absent and asked why, he will know why..(funny) and he noticed who is absent in the class everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is well mannered too and will call all the teachers that passed through him by calling them "Hello Teacher (name)". He knows almost all the teachers' name in the school. And he will ask permission to do something and go somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very socialable boy and have no problem interacting with people. He is liked by all his friends too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To teacher, he is defintely not a "naughty" boy. Of course, he has his weakness too. He likes to talk to people (talkative) and have problem finishing his work in time. He will talk and see what other people do and did not even start doing his own. The teacher initially having problem dealing with him but later she found a good way to tackle this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told Darren one day that she didn't want to friend him anymore and for a whole week, she didn't talk to him. Knowing Darren, he was very upset and kept begging the teacher to friend him back. The teacher told him that she is very upset with him too and did not want to be his friend anymore. He cried, screamed until he caught other teachers attention. On the last day, the teacher told him that if he wants her to be his friend again, he has to finish his homework first everyday. And from then on, he fulfulled his promise and finish his homework everyday. (No wonder he brought back less homework in the 2nd half of the year. This is a new teacher who took over the class second half of the year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found a way to handle him and I totally agree that this is the right technique to tackle this boy (use emotional). There were once that he could not finish his water in school and the teacher told him that your mommy will cry if she has to pour your water away and he said he didn't want mommy to cry. He then finished his water (Again, no wonder he finished his water almost everyday during a stage). He has no problem finishing his morning snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem he has is he is very close with his cousin in the class. They both always stick together and chit chat non stopped. Some teachers have to separate them to 2 sides and both face would be "black". When he is with her, he will not play/interact with other children. This is not too good. They are too attached to each other. But luckily both are smart, or else the teacher said she cannot imagine how are they going to catch up in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...the chinese teacher also commented that his chinese writing is good too (which I don't think so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, he is a smart, socialable and well behaved boy except he needs to sit still and finish his homework. I can see that he is like by the teacher too because the teacher told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was once that he was absent for a whole week because of his spectacles. I miss him so much and kept wondering what had happened to Darren. When I saw him again in school and asked what had happened to him, he told me what happened and he then asked me "Is my new spectacle nice or not?" He was so cute and I couldn't forget about that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think this teacher is the "best" among all the teachers he had before. She really pay attention to him and noticed all his strength and weakness. She is the only one that knows how to use the right tactic to handle this boy. Honestly, I feel that this 2nd half of the year, Darren has improved on his reading, writing skills. He also finished his water and snack everyday. He even colour better nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely proud of him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3778769722786598532?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3778769722786598532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3778769722786598532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3778769722786598532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3778769722786598532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/11/parent-teacher-day-2nd-half-of-2011.html' title='Parent Teacher Day - 2nd half of 2011'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3107062855787811902</id><published>2011-11-01T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:48:53.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and Flood story from Darren</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..well, I have been introducing science to Darren since few months back and one day, I was explaning to him where the rain comes from..in a very child-like way, so that he can understand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rain comes from the cloud. When the clouds get too 'heavy', it pours down as rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, where does the clouds come from? He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The clouds come from the water on the ground. The hot sun shine down and the water get to 'evaporate' and go to the sky and form 'clouds'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water from the ground get 'evaporated'?? He didn't seems to understand. So I further explained in a simple way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Example, Kakak washes the clothes and hang it outside to dry. It was wet at first right? Ths sun dries the clothes and where does the water goes? It goes up to the sky and form clouds. Understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems understand..good...I thought I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks later, on our way back home in the evening, I told him we can't go to the park that evening because the sky looked dark and it is going to rain. He wasn't happy and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak never wash clothes today wat..how come it will rain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident. On our way back from gym and he saw the sky were dark and he told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I think it is going to rain later. I think kakak washed a lot of clothes today la. I don't want to go park already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...whenever we talked about raining, he only think about kakak washing clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, we have been talking about the Bangkok flood a lot. It was on the news and we showed him how the flood looked like and it was due to heavy rain and raining non-stop everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been raining almost everyday lately, he always tell me this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy..mommy... I think xxxx(the place where we stay) is going to flood soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, mommy...if xxx is 'flooding', we can go to Ipoh. If Ipoh also flood, we then shift to Melaka. If Melaka also flood, we then drive to Singapore. If Singapore also flood, we then go to JB."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "If JB also flood, how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "We then come back xxx lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids..kids...always say the dardnest thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3107062855787811902?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3107062855787811902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3107062855787811902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3107062855787811902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3107062855787811902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/11/rain-and-flood-story-from-darren.html' title='Rain and Flood story from Darren'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6812064579135498586</id><published>2011-10-31T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:21:29.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face time</title><content type='html'>Daddy bought the ipad 2 last Friday and since then, this is latest "in" word I use almost everyday over weekend - face time.. in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to face time with Chloe..&lt;br /&gt;I want to face time with so and so....&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, how come everyone is not available..I am so boring..I want to face time with xxxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy didn't know what is face time earlier on...until I introduce it to her..She is shaking her head everytime she hear me saying this now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6812064579135498586?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6812064579135498586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6812064579135498586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6812064579135498586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6812064579135498586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/10/face-time.html' title='Face time'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2978470338663808647</id><published>2011-10-26T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:39:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend, Brandon's birthday - Young Chef Academy</title><content type='html'>2 Saturdays ago was my friend, Brandon, 5 years old birthday. He held his birthday party at Young Chef Academy at Sri Hartamas. It was a great party and something special for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_b0-keBcVdg/TqUZ3j5eGDI/AAAAAAAAC34/56RqK_YJSlY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_b0-keBcVdg/TqUZ3j5eGDI/AAAAAAAAC34/56RqK_YJSlY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666964148435425330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was so nice and colourful. The staffs there was friendly too. There is a special kids corner for the children to read books or play. Simple and nice. There are 3 "kitchen" in the centre. Isabel was having fun walking around the centre. It is a very children friendly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTACRTlQVKY/TqUZ_R4QegI/AAAAAAAAC4E/78o52Qic4D0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTACRTlQVKY/TqUZ_R4QegI/AAAAAAAAC4E/78o52Qic4D0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666964281037453826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we were requested to wear the apron provided by them. Well, only the birthday boy can bring back the apron and it has his name sewn on it. Next, we washed our hands and they also gave a cloth napkin to each of us to wipe our hand. Then, they provided 2 snacks for us. I ate the chocolate moose. I can't finish as it is too sweet for me and mommy finished it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lduP4rvt5i8/TqUaKdVlNgI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/TPMnnu1jSFw/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lduP4rvt5i8/TqUaKdVlNgI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/TPMnnu1jSFw/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666964473091798530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the snack session, the cooking class officially started. 2 "pirates" came and they told us we are going to make "PIZZA" for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0GDuG82ULQ/TqUaYnsm7pI/AAAAAAAAC4c/U3Vy1JMEi1g/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0GDuG82ULQ/TqUaYnsm7pI/AAAAAAAAC4c/U3Vy1JMEi1g/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666964716390903442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taught us how to measure the flour, how to machine work, how to knead the flour, cut the ham using the shape cuter, apply the sauce, pineapples, ham and cheeze on the pizza and it is done. Well, sound simple but it took us about an hour to do that. Then they put it into the oven to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1q0lOXXJZo/TqUaimeAdxI/AAAAAAAAC4o/1FkmiHf_ttw/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1q0lOXXJZo/TqUaimeAdxI/AAAAAAAAC4o/1FkmiHf_ttw/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666964887859918610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While baking, there was a ceremoney going on. THe birthday boy presented each of us a "paper chef hat" and a "recipe" book for the pizza for us to bring home. Look at me in the chef hat..do I look like a professional chef???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1hpySZe_Hg/TqUar6RwvWI/AAAAAAAAC40/V7EIg5ozCkA/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1hpySZe_Hg/TqUar6RwvWI/AAAAAAAAC40/V7EIg5ozCkA/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666965047796088162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the cake cutting ceremony. By that time, our pizza was already done. I ate the cake and also the pizza. I enjoyed it so much. The pizza was too small, I cannot share it with my parents. DAddy got a bite though. It was yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4kwLetX-Fw/TqUa1mcUkBI/AAAAAAAAC5A/fE1maDUVnGo/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4kwLetX-Fw/TqUa1mcUkBI/AAAAAAAAC5A/fE1maDUVnGo/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666965214270361618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you AUnty SL for inviting us to the party. It was fun and enjoyable day for me.... I think mei mei was also having fun playing with the bottle cover outside while mommy and daddy were having a good time chit chatting with their friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2978470338663808647?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2978470338663808647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2978470338663808647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2978470338663808647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2978470338663808647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-friend-brandons-birthday-young-chef.html' title='My friend, Brandon&apos;s birthday - Young Chef Academy'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_b0-keBcVdg/TqUZ3j5eGDI/AAAAAAAAC34/56RqK_YJSlY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5077261137988913317</id><published>2011-10-24T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:22:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore trip</title><content type='html'>Daddy brought us to Singapore for a 3D2N short business trip. We left Singapore on Sunday around 11am but stopped by Melaka to have lunch with my grandparents in their house, then stopped by lau yi's house in JB for a short while and we finally reached Singapore around 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with yi yi Janice near her house. I was super excited to see her. Before reaching yi yi Janice house, mommy preempted me that I will only see yi yi Janice, RT jie jie and kakak Wati in Singapore. I asked her, "How about Uncle Quek?" Mommy heart sank when she heard that and she explained to me that Uncle Quek has gone to a far away place and he won't be around. I was shocked by asking her "Huh? Still not back meh?" Yes, I know he has gone to a far away place..mommy told me before but I was expected to see him after so long. I miss him..I told mommy, "emm..I want to see him. I miss him. I feel like crying already." My eyes started to flood with tears and when mommy asked why I cry, I told her, "I miss Uncle Quek. I want to cry already because I cannot see him.." Sigh..not only me, Mommy also wanted to cry after hearing what I said...she told me she miss him too..Anyway, as promised, I won't ask about Uncle Quek when I reached there and I fulfilled my promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super happy to see yi yi Janice and all. All I wanted is to spend time with them and didn't want to go out too the next day. I told mommy that I will stay at home and wait for yi yi Janice and RT jie jie to be home and they can go wherever they want. I even wished daddy a good day when he stepped out of the door. I didn't want shopping too...until mommy told me we are going to JK kor kor there. But we didn't make it because mommy didn't have his number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see daddy's business partners too. I knew some of them. I was having a good time at the play area at Paragon too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left SIngapore on Tuesday evening and finally reached home past midnight. I skipped school the next day. I like going to Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei mei and I ..waiting for daddy at the office reception area. We were having a good time running, jumping around the corridor and get scolded by mommy. We were cheeky and naughty and of course HAPPY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rre6zJY63tY/TqUDX9y510I/AAAAAAAAC3g/UD2U8GijS5E/s1600/Spore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rre6zJY63tY/TqUDX9y510I/AAAAAAAAC3g/UD2U8GijS5E/s400/Spore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666939416375580482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of shoes from Takashimaya, SGD8.90.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5077261137988913317?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5077261137988913317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5077261137988913317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5077261137988913317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5077261137988913317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/10/singapore-trip.html' title='Singapore trip'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rre6zJY63tY/TqUDX9y510I/AAAAAAAAC3g/UD2U8GijS5E/s72-c/Spore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5043428074130882386</id><published>2011-10-23T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:37:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logos Hope</title><content type='html'>Today mommy suggested that we should go to the Logos Hope as they are leaving Port Klang on this Monday. So happened my grandparents are around and they would like to go too. We invited Aunty May and family to come together with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Port Klang around 7pm, after our Subang Parade shopping. It took us around 30mins to arrive there. Mei mei and I fell asleep on the journey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a lot of people there and I felt quite hot inside. I kept complaining and kept wanting to follow FJ kor kor. It was not stroller friendly inside and we left our stroller outside instead. Daddy was carrying mei mei and waited for us at the International cafe while mommy and I were walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of children books available. Some of the children books actually mommy saw it in the BBW sales before. In BBW, it was selling at RM8 but here it is selling at around RM32. However, mommy bought 2 parenting books there. We didn't spend too much time there as it was late and we have not taken our dinner yet. Mommy wish she can spend some time talking to the people there, listening to their stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling when we left, around 9pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hraozDST-K0/TqLxV_KZv-I/AAAAAAAAC3I/vEvzzHauFhM/s1600/Logos%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hraozDST-K0/TqLxV_KZv-I/AAAAAAAAC3I/vEvzzHauFhM/s400/Logos%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666356641220116450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7v0DiiYU3Y/TqLxSSuzPKI/AAAAAAAAC28/gxkPD_e_R2Q/s1600/LG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7v0DiiYU3Y/TqLxSSuzPKI/AAAAAAAAC28/gxkPD_e_R2Q/s400/LG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666356577753578658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5043428074130882386?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5043428074130882386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5043428074130882386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5043428074130882386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5043428074130882386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/10/logos-hope.html' title='Logos Hope'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hraozDST-K0/TqLxV_KZv-I/AAAAAAAAC3I/vEvzzHauFhM/s72-c/Logos%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8453830400049510545</id><published>2011-10-06T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:01:22.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first school concert</title><content type='html'>@ 5 years 4 months 1 week and 6 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was my school concert day. The 5, 6 years old children are to perform on this day. So, it was my first concert and also my first performance on stage. Mommy and myself were so looking forward to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I fell sick since last Wednesday and were trying very hard to recover. Until Friday, I was complaining stomachache and mommy sent me to the doctor again. The doctor found out that I have a lot of hard stool in my intestines and she put something into my buttock and let me passed out the hard stool. Towards the evening, I was slowly back to my normal self. My fever also has stopped too. So, mommy went all the way to my school to collect my custome for me. However, it was mommy's turn to fell sick on Saturday. I was on the road to recovery on Saturday. Mommy was quite sure that I can make it to my concert on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, daddy was not very keen to get me participate in the concert. He said I was not fully recovered and still coughing. My lungs were quite weak and didn't want me to expose to air-cond and crowded places. Anyway, mommy tried all ways to help me convince daddy to let me go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Saturday night, mommy;s arrangement with daddy was - Mommy will bring me to the concert and monitor me from there while daddy taking care of mei mei at home. Since we didn't want to expose Isabel to our virus, it is best she stays at home with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept waking up middle of the night on Saturday requesting for water. Until 6.45am, alarm went off and I was very excited to ask mommy, "Can i go for the concert?" When mommy said "Yes". I sang my "Tukang Kasut" song all the way to the washroom to wash up. I was super happy. Mommy asked me to wash up first, then eat breakfast, only later come up again and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were walking towards the kitchen and suddenly, kakak shouted.."Darren, what happened to your nose?" Mommy turned around and told me "Darren, your nose bleeding.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately mommy guided me to the hall and sat down. My nose was bleeding non-stopped. I had nose bled twice before but not as much as this time. The blood just dripping down my nose and even mommy tried to squeeze my nose, the blood didn't stop until quite some time. Mommy told me I cannot go for my concert. But I insisted wanted to go. Mommy asked daddy, of course daddy said NO too. No matter how the adult tried to explain and convince me. The minute I hear I cannot go, I started crying. Mommy then tried her very best to convince daddy that she will bring me there and make sure she will monitor me. If ..IF...my nose still bleed one more time, I have to come home straight. I was not allow to run, must listen to mommy ALL THE TIME. Ok..deal....mommy then get kakak to follow us, in case my nose bleed again during the jounrey to the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short..(mommy is still not well by now)..we reached there..mommy dropped me at the changing room. Mommy were not allowed inside. Mommy was worrying daddy and Isabel at home alone, she was also worry about me in the changing room. She even worried what if I dance half way and my nose bleed...so much worry while she herself was having a fever by then. Poor mommy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half hour before the concert starts, mommy checked on me and teached told mommy that I had a bit of nose bleed just now. But just a little bit. I should be fine. So, mommy asked the teached to monitor me. Finally, I get to dance on the stage...My nose bled a little bit again after the dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was relieved..finally mission accomplished. Mommy wanted to see me perform on the stage and I get to dance together with my friends on the stage...Mommy felt this is once a year kind if thing, moreover it is my FIRST concert..it means a lot to her and myself...finally we pull through it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, immediately we went home and checked on daddy and Isabel. I then run a fever when I reached home. Mommy fed me fever medicine and we napped from 1pm to 6pm. I was then ok the next day. I am on the road to recovery now but have not back to school yet. I am still having cough and phelgm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from mommy:&lt;br /&gt;It was so touching seeing my boy on the stage. Looking at him dressed so smart and cute, with make up somemore, a sense of emotional feeling clouded me suddenly. I shed some tears and tried to control my emotion when I saw him on stage. He is really such a big boy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did so well in the dance, despite he is still unwell. I felt so proud of him and at the moment, I don't want my boy to grow up too fast. He is really my precious and forever he is mommy's little men. I cannot imagine seeing him "graduating" next year. I really don't want him to grow too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeing his video over and over again..my eyes never left him..I can't believe my boy is peforming on stage...and he really did so well...Darren...good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOHbgU2HQuw/To02AyA12tI/AAAAAAAAC20/z3QSJmzDHsY/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOHbgU2HQuw/To02AyA12tI/AAAAAAAAC20/z3QSJmzDHsY/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660239693727783634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8453830400049510545?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8453830400049510545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8453830400049510545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8453830400049510545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8453830400049510545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-school-concert.html' title='My first school concert'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOHbgU2HQuw/To02AyA12tI/AAAAAAAAC20/z3QSJmzDHsY/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1090510739671442746</id><published>2011-09-29T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:28:00.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first movie -  The Smurfs</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been to cinema twice before but not really watching my show. My parents brought me there because they wanted to watch their show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am already 5 years old and mommy started introduced me "movie night" at home few months back, I started to enjoy watching movie with lights off at night together with my mommy. She will explain to me what happened in the movie and I have been watching few children movies like "Chicken Little", "Yogi Bear", "Snow White" since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while my granparents were around in town 2 weeks ago, daddy took the opportunity to bring us out for a movie while leaving mei mei behind with my grandparents. It was a Tuesday and after school, I bathed, had lunch and finished my homework. Daddy came back at 3.30pm and we left home around 4.30pm to Sunway Pyramid for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_0VWMwSJBo/Tn_0CXGznzI/AAAAAAAAC2s/n-gdaldoJYc/s1600/smurfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_0VWMwSJBo/Tn_0CXGznzI/AAAAAAAAC2s/n-gdaldoJYc/s400/smurfs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656507978400112434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched "The Smurfs" at 5.45pm. Mommy bought a pop corn and 100 plus. Later daddy bought another pop corn and Chezzles for mommy. I was having a good time inside the cinema enjoying my pop corn, cheezles and 100 plus drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema, I kept asking mommy is it already night time outside and have been checking my bag. It was so dark inside that I was afraid I might lose my bag. It was very cold inside too. Even I am wearing my jacket, I still feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show finished, we walked around to look for Japanese restaurant for dinner. We had a good Japanese meal before going home at 9pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1090510739671442746?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1090510739671442746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1090510739671442746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1090510739671442746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1090510739671442746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-first-movie-smurfs.html' title='My first movie -  The Smurfs'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_0VWMwSJBo/Tn_0CXGznzI/AAAAAAAAC2s/n-gdaldoJYc/s72-c/smurfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2434345371720514172</id><published>2011-09-28T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:27:12.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick..sick...</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy on my 5 years 4 months and 4 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren fell sick for the first time in this year. He was having some mild cough yesterday and I already warned him no cold water, chocolates or ice-cream. I was hoping his cough will not turn worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 7am, I came out from the toilet and touched him, oh..his forehead was warm. Took his temperature and confirmed he has fever - 38.1. Not too high..but he was coughing on and off the whole night. I could not really sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this morning 9.00am, washed him up and changed him, brought him to see his usual pediatrician. Overall, the doctor said it could be just the begining of the virus infection. His throat has slight redness over here and there. Nothing much we can do except let his body to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no appetite. Looked tired...didn't want anything. Kept complaining nauseas and stomach ache. I have to convince him to take half of a home made pumpkin bun with butter. Made some manuka honey + lemon juice. Popped him with vitamin C, multivitamins and exberitox. Took ventolin. Put the cooling gel on his forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, I went to chinese medical hall to buy him "ling young" and 2 packets of "nam hang, pak hang, kat beng" and boil for him. When I came home, still feel he is hot and his temp was 38.3. While boiling the "ling yong" water, I gave him a doze of paracetamol. Prepare porridge as his lunch but the bowl of porridge is sitting on the table here untouched. He didn't want to eat...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has just gained some weight..can see his chubby face but I guess after this round of sickness, he will lose those fats again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him sleeping now, I start to miss his active self. This is his 2nd nap today. He must be very tired..I am really not used to him sleeping at this hour. I am separating him from Isabel. So, I am upstairs taking care of him while my helper is taking care of Isabel downstairs. I miss Isabel too.. I miss being with them together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is his school concert. I hope he can get well by then and able to perform on that day. I have been looking forward to this day and can't wait to see my little boy dancing on the stage. I am sure he is looking forward to go far far away and dance on a big stage for us and other parents to see..that's what he told us.... He has been practising hard on the dance also...even at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren...Darren...get well soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2434345371720514172?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2434345371720514172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2434345371720514172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2434345371720514172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2434345371720514172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/sicksick.html' title='Sick..sick...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1169976763220156348</id><published>2011-09-26T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:28:36.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeky me... but still cannot cheat mommy..</title><content type='html'>I always have problem finding my things. So, yesterday morning I was looking for my handphone high and low in the bedroom and couldn't find it. When I asked mommy, she always replied me "I don't know. You are the one who keep it and you look for it yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy started asking me (with the intention to get me start looking at things around me),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darren, can you find Chelsea's present in the room? If you cannot find, then you cannot go to her birthday party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking here and there and finally I found the present. Then my turn to ask mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok mommy...now can you find a black black thing like my handphone in the room? If you cannot find, you cannot go to Chelsea's birthday party.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy laughed at my request and she replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look for it yourself.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I still couldn't get mommy to find for me..I better look for kakak then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1169976763220156348?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1169976763220156348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1169976763220156348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1169976763220156348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1169976763220156348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheeky-me-but-still-cannot-cheat-mommy.html' title='Cheeky me... but still cannot cheat mommy..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6647616251491730134</id><published>2011-09-26T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:54:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend, Chelsea's 4th birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my school friend, Chelsea's 4th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher passed me her birthday invitation card on Tuesday and mommy was surprised to find out that it was a 4th birthday party because all my classmates are 5 years old and this girl is definitely not the same class with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy asked how do I know her and I replied her, "At the bench!"..Mommy laughed at my replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..ok... every afternoon when I am waiting for mommy to come and fetch me, I always sit next to her and from there, we become good friends. I was so happy when mommy told me we can attend her birthday party at Mid Valley Megakids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we reached there in time at 12.30pm. I was so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played so much at the play area and we both were always together. There was one incidednt when she accidently hit a boy and the boy fell and cried. She was so frighten and ran straight to her mommy and started crying. Immediately I consoled her by hugging her and telling her that it is ok that I'll protect her. I even hold her hands and asked where she wants to play and I'll bring her there. I will take care of her. Since then, she didn't cry anymore. See, I can protect her.... Her mommy saw what happened and said I was so sweet and even asked her grandparents to see. Well, no need to say, mommy is proud of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had some snack in the room, sang birthday song and cut the cake. Later, we went out to play again...Daddy has been asking me to go back but I didn't want to. We even did some art and craft work there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally all of us left at 5.15pm. I was so tired by then. We went for an early dinner in SS2 for noodles and reached home at 7.30pm. Bathed, played computer and finally went to bed at 10pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day in Megakids yesterday. I guess mei mei also had a great time since she also played at the children's area for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6647616251491730134?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6647616251491730134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6647616251491730134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6647616251491730134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6647616251491730134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-friend-chelseas-4th-birthday.html' title='My friend, Chelsea&apos;s 4th birthday'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1716265944922534110</id><published>2011-09-21T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:11:00.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensory Box - Pretend play - Selling drinks and soups..</title><content type='html'>Today mommy brought out mei mei's sensory box for us to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbethKZBJNY/TndT-5K6T_I/AAAAAAAAC2c/SL-4XKGEuvo/s1600/sensory%2Bbox%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbethKZBJNY/TndT-5K6T_I/AAAAAAAAC2c/SL-4XKGEuvo/s400/sensory%2Bbox%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654080197150527474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with mommy to buy the small pebbles and we washed it together last week. We then sun it and I was waiting for the day I can play with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw mommy brought it out for mei mei. Immediately I told mommy I wanted to play too. So, I scoped all the pebbles and filled up all the cups and bowls. I lined it up and asked anybody wished to have a cup of drink or soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ggCduOb5s/TndUGKselMI/AAAAAAAAC2k/bd5ToiC3u2Y/s1600/sensory%2Bdarren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ggCduOb5s/TndUGKselMI/AAAAAAAAC2k/bd5ToiC3u2Y/s400/sensory%2Bdarren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654080322113803458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy then interviewed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What are you selling here?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Drinks and soups.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What is the name of your shop?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: On jei jing...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Is it your friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No...is my shop's name.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: So, what drinks do you sell?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Orange juice, watermelon juice, lemon, honeydew, mango juice, strawberry, apple. &lt;br /&gt;Mommy: How about soups?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Carrot soup, jagung soup, vegetable soup, ABC soup, passionfruit, banana soup..&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: How much are you selling for the drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Ok..this one RM5, then this one RM6, then this one RM8..and this soup is RM100.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: RM100??? How come this small cup of soup so expensive?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Oklah...I sell RM10 la...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ok..do you have any assistant? Helper?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yes...my mei mei...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: How much are you paying your mei mie?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Free one...No need to pay one...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: How come? You have to pay her because she is working for you.&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No..she is just a small girl..No need money one..&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ok...how's your business today? Anyone buy your drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yes...a lot of people buying...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Wah...so good huh? Who buy your drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Ok..mommy...every monday there is a wedding dinner and I serve everyone my drinks...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:..oh...wedding dinner...hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun game and I like playing with it despite mei mei kept taking my utensils. I also helped mei mei picked up those pebbles that she throw outside the box. Finally mommy told me she has to bathe mei mei and I helped mommy keep everything and it is time to play WATER.........(helping mei mei's bathe and also my chance to play water....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1716265944922534110?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1716265944922534110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1716265944922534110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1716265944922534110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1716265944922534110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/sensory-box-pretend-play-selling-drinks.html' title='Sensory Box - Pretend play - Selling drinks and soups..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbethKZBJNY/TndT-5K6T_I/AAAAAAAAC2c/SL-4XKGEuvo/s72-c/sensory%2Bbox%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6733299912326807624</id><published>2011-09-19T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:00:24.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman Botani Shah Alam &amp; Pusat Sains Malaysia</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..we finally made it to this two places during our last long weekend. We were supposed to go during the Raya Merdeka holiday, together with May's family but both places didn't open during the long holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taman Botani Shah Alam was an impromptu trip. Everyone surprisingly woke up extra early on Friday morning (Malaysia Day) and the weather was perfectly fine for an outdoor trip. So, I thought of Taman Botani Shah Alam. Checked the website and they opened for that day. So, I suggested to hubby and he agreed to the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then packed everything and changed everyone. Had our "kai si hor fun" breakfast and we arrived there around 10am. The ticket for adult is RM3 and FOC for children below 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forget to bring stroller, so we have to carry Isabel. We took quite a long walk from the car park to the entrance. Good thing is, inside the taman, they provide free shutter safari bus to transport us around the taman. It was quite a lot of people on that day. We waited 3 rounds before our turn. The safari bus has big open windows. It was a nice ride as it is very windy and you don't feel hot at all. Even Isabel enjoyed her ride in the safari bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured the whole places first and finally decided to land on the "taman permainan" and the "Four season house". Unfortunately the four season is closed for renovation at that moment. The playground was a bit pathetic but the surrounding was very serene and natural. There were mosquitos around too. Luckily I brought the mosquito repellent and I applied all over their body. Thank God they did not get any mosquitoes bites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VcZo54PDHM/TncfnEkO68I/AAAAAAAAC0k/6-NeTvP6EjM/s1600/taman%2Bnice%2Bscenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VcZo54PDHM/TncfnEkO68I/AAAAAAAAC0k/6-NeTvP6EjM/s400/taman%2Bnice%2Bscenery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654022613288020930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren and Isabel had a great time at the playground. Isabel enjoyed her slides and Darren enjoyed climbing around. We did some walking around there. It was quite tiring as I was carrying Isabel and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a5oumI-Xig/TncfvIXaHUI/AAAAAAAAC0s/TAZPyO616E4/s1600/Taman%2Bdarren%2Bplayground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a5oumI-Xig/TncfvIXaHUI/AAAAAAAAC0s/TAZPyO616E4/s400/Taman%2Bdarren%2Bplayground.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654022751746923842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9mbXOmn0kg/Tncf1lhlOUI/AAAAAAAAC00/6V_uK8BXppg/s1600/taman%2Bisabel%2Bgood%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9mbXOmn0kg/Tncf1lhlOUI/AAAAAAAAC00/6V_uK8BXppg/s400/taman%2Bisabel%2Bgood%2Btime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654022862653438274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJqnISS6yjY/Tncf8eR51PI/AAAAAAAAC08/KeM0MYTqe3I/s1600/good%2Btime%2Bwith%2Bkor%2Bkor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJqnISS6yjY/Tncf8eR51PI/AAAAAAAAC08/KeM0MYTqe3I/s400/good%2Btime%2Bwith%2Bkor%2Bkor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654022980967716082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked out to the bus station. Surprisingly the toilet there maintained quite well and it was just after cleaning when I walked in. We then had some ice-cream at the bus station while waiting for the bus. It was very windy sitting at the bus station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 12pm when we finally board the bus. We were supposed to go to the mini zoo but the weather is getting hotter. Hubby suggested we come again next day as we didn't want to expose the kids to such hot sun. So, we left the place around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then collected our family photo as the studio and had nasi kandar lunch at Kota Damansara. We reached home around 3pm. At night, we went out to SS14 for Bak Kut Teh dinner and bought some DVD for the weekends. I had a good time watching "Unlimited" with hubby at night after Isabel slept around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Saturday. It was a planned trip to Science Centre. All of us woke up late on that morning. We packed everything and finally left the house around 11pm. Had Dim Sum as brunch near Atria and proceeded to Science Centre. The admission (including the Dinausior exhibit) is RM8 for adults and RM5 for children above 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great place as we explore almost everything, except the outdoor. Isabel loves the fishes swimming around and we can see her excitement from her expression and smiles. She even wanted to touch the fishes but extended her hand. She really enjoyed herself. As for Darren, he has fun discovering buttons and electronics stuffs. Hubby was with Darren most of the time and I was carrying Isabel. Even we adult had fun exploring the places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2nEpB1wIW0/TncgLTM_0ZI/AAAAAAAAC1E/42_8dZ0b694/s1600/SC%2Bfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2nEpB1wIW0/TncgLTM_0ZI/AAAAAAAAC1E/42_8dZ0b694/s400/SC%2Bfish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654023235692384658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRofg5Je3Jo/TndI3KTGuyI/AAAAAAAAC1M/EXAaRuHtg2o/s1600/SC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRofg5Je3Jo/TndI3KTGuyI/AAAAAAAAC1M/EXAaRuHtg2o/s400/SC2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654067969681439522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T65qTOaFjlY/TndJBszCeJI/AAAAAAAAC1U/X9IZGI47nMQ/s1600/SC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T65qTOaFjlY/TndJBszCeJI/AAAAAAAAC1U/X9IZGI47nMQ/s400/SC3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654068150740875410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbT_UeU7YJA/TndJGTOXPZI/AAAAAAAAC1c/UXuXpguR1nY/s1600/SC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbT_UeU7YJA/TndJGTOXPZI/AAAAAAAAC1c/UXuXpguR1nY/s400/SC4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654068229775506834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered into the play area, we saw 2 gigantic dinausaur in the center. Their head moves and we can hear the "roaring" sound too. So happened I placed Isabel onto her stroller and she got a shock when she looked up and saw the dinausaur head. She started crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtIzZkd29ok/TndJm3IRcEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/6d3OZyhpFFQ/s1600/SC%2Bdinausau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtIzZkd29ok/TndJm3IRcEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/6d3OZyhpFFQ/s400/SC%2Bdinausau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654068789169451074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VdOykCUEKE/TndJXNm1vkI/AAAAAAAAC1k/7kY9SADplpM/s1600/SC%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VdOykCUEKE/TndJXNm1vkI/AAAAAAAAC1k/7kY9SADplpM/s400/SC%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654068520325332546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren then had some play there while I tried to make Isabel sleep. Darren was scared at the Dinausaur exhibit but I kept encouraging him to go near and told him there are not real. Darren had a good time "peddle" the jet plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJhqeKQM1Sk/TndKp7GW7ZI/AAAAAAAAC18/mcW1YOPBjKI/s1600/jetplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJhqeKQM1Sk/TndKp7GW7ZI/AAAAAAAAC18/mcW1YOPBjKI/s400/jetplane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654069941286399378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the indoor around 4pm and wanted to go to the outdoor. But before we reached to the wet water area, we heard thunders and the sky was getting gloomy. It was quite a long walk from the indoor to the wet area. We didn't want to take the chance, so we walked back and decided to leave. The place closed at 5pm anyway. So we will still be back again the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CH3r6xPJdJk/TndJzjKba_I/AAAAAAAAC10/-lxcEpHPD8w/s1600/SC%2Boutdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CH3r6xPJdJk/TndJzjKba_I/AAAAAAAAC10/-lxcEpHPD8w/s400/SC%2Boutdoor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654069007148084210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to Subang Parade while Isabel had a good walk around MPH and read some books inside too. At 7pm, we left Subang Parade and went to Empire Shopping Mall for our dinner. We had some western food at the Jaya Grocer. Did some grocery shopping, we then left the shopping centre at 9pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel was extremely tired by then and after we reached home, bathed everyone and the kids were all asleep by 10pm. I had my own time watching Final Destination 4 from my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....my "holiday". I went for yoga in the morning, then met up with my bff in 1Utaman and had hi-tea at One World Hotel. We had a good time catching up with each other and I enjoyed the food too. We chatted from 12.30pm to 5.30pm...then I sent her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 6.30pm and all the kids were still napping. I took a short nap, then went out for dinner. We had KFC for dinner but I just munched a bit here and there as I was still very full. It was a tiring day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a fruitful weekend for me. I just enjoyed the weekend very much. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6733299912326807624?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6733299912326807624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6733299912326807624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6733299912326807624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6733299912326807624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/taman-botani-shah-alam-pusat-sains.html' title='Taman Botani Shah Alam &amp; Pusat Sains Malaysia'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VcZo54PDHM/TncfnEkO68I/AAAAAAAAC0k/6-NeTvP6EjM/s72-c/taman%2Bnice%2Bscenery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5497721206063962773</id><published>2011-09-15T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:50:42.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbish talk - mommy's heart bone drop</title><content type='html'>A funny conversation with mommy just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Darren, mommy is feeling a bit down. How?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: It's ok. You go and sleep now and tomorrow will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: How do you know tomorrow will be ok?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yeah..last time when I was a baby, also like that. Like Friday night time I feel like that, then Saturday morning I wake up, then ok already.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (laughing in my heart)..issit? How come like that?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Because your heart drop ma...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: My heart drop? No la..since when mommy's heart drop?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Got.. (trying to touch mommy's chest to feel her heart and I stopped at the area in between her breast) See..your heart bone drop already. No more heart bone here.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: How do you know mommy's heart not here anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yeah..you touch here and see..soft soft one..your heart bone drop already. No more heart bone here...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Heart got heart bone meh? Where is mommy's heart now? Go and find mommy's heart..&lt;br /&gt;Darren: (touching mommy's body and reached to her hand and wrist and found the bone at the wrist)..here here..your heart bone drop until here. &lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Then how?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Never mind...tonight it will  wooooo woooo (making travel sound and run my hand from the wrist to the chest) and go back here. Nothing one....&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just couldn't stop laughing listening to our garbish conversation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5497721206063962773?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5497721206063962773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5497721206063962773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5497721206063962773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5497721206063962773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/garbish-talk-mommys-heart-bone-drop.html' title='Garbish talk - mommy&apos;s heart bone drop'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6488659678004008053</id><published>2011-09-14T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:18:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The frustrated mom and the "patience" Darren...</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy @ 5 years 3 months 3 weeks and 1 day old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Darren finished doing his homework just now, I continued doing some Right Brain training worksheets with him. Initially we were having some fun doing some creativity thinking but after some exercises, he started to lose his concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started not sitting properly and I warned him to sit properly. He again repeated the "lazy posture" and I threathened him that his bones will get all crooked if he continue to sit like that. He then sit properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing one of the lessons that need some matching work to be done. It was a mix and match activities and guess what the final picture will turn out. He could not understand the concept and keep guessing the answer wrong. I was not happy and kept explaining to him how it was done. Sometimes he get it, most of the time he couldn't. I tried all ways to explain to him and tried to control my "cool". After so many rounds of explaination and yet he couldn't get it, I was about to "burst". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to tell him to concentrate. I don't think he is so stupid that he cannot understand. I believe he is just not concentrating. Then, I followed by more threats like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next time when you enter the big school, if you are not concentrating, the teacher will punish you, will beat you, will make you stay in the school until you finish your work.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried...I can see he is trying but he is not trying hard. While I was explaining and asking him questions, he answered me in such a soft voice. He tried to answer and never show any irritation though he could not get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, "Do you understand what mommy is telling you?" He answered me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..concentrate.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgthh...pengsan... I didn't mean that. I was trying to ask whether he understands my explanation. So I told him to stop and no need to do because I can see that he is tired already. But he was so "afraid". He plead me to let him continue and he said he still want to do. He was scared of me, I can see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I lose my cool, I asked hubby to come and explain to him. He still could not get the concept right. Finally, we decided to ask him to stop and take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I regain my cool, I realise how "patience" my son was while I felt so frustrated with him. He never reacted negatively or rebel while I kept "forcing" him to understand. He even talked to me softly, though I was pressing him hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then even help me to bring my bag upstairs, help me find my handphone and bring upstairs and when he saw me using my "almost finished" moisturiser, he told me he can give me money and asked me to buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so touched...and I felt guilty of being so harsh/frustrated with him just now. I'm sure he was just tired coz he has been on the table doing his work for about an hour already. Moreover, he was wearing his eye patch. He might have felt very tired or his eyes were straining to find the "right picture" by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I did not "scold" or "burst" that time. Though I was frustrated, I tried to control myself too. It wasn't such a bad scene but I must remind myself to be more patience and understanding with him the next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren, you were behaving extremely well just now though mommy sounded so frustrated with you. I am proud that you managed to control your emotion so well and remain cool and patience with mommy. Mommy loves you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6488659678004008053?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6488659678004008053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6488659678004008053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6488659678004008053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6488659678004008053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/frustrated-mom-and-patience-darren.html' title='The frustrated mom and the &quot;patience&quot; Darren...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-995460929921246160</id><published>2011-09-09T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:14:42.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to discipline/teach this boy when...</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy @ 5 years 3 months 2 weeks and 3 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ...he tries to imitate the "bad habits" from teacher and tell me "my teacher also do the same"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, teachers are also human and they are not perfect too. Funny thing is, he can be so observant that he notices little little things that the teachers (whether school or bau bei) do and he imitates them at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 1: He tied all her bau bei flash cards in rubber band and "throw" it to the floor from a standing position. He has a box to keep the cards but he just didn't want to keep in the box and I told him how many times not to throw the cards on the floor but he insisted that his teacher does the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 2: He placed his mic at the stand the other way and resulted in the mic always fall off from the stand. I taught him how to place it the right way but he insisted that his teacher in school did the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 3: He store his water in a mineral bottle and put in the fridge and drink straight from there. I never allow him to drink cold water and he told me his bau bei teacher also drink the water from the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 4: He uses his hands/fingers to wipe the marker off the whiteboard. I always tell him to use the eraser and never use hands but he said his teacher in school also does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)....he uses the same tone of voice and words on us and when we tell him he cannot say that, he somemore think that he is right with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: I asked him what drinks he wants in Pizza hut and he did tell me what he wants but I was too occupied with the menu and repeatly asked the same question and he answered me in a very rude tone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already told you what I want ma. You didn't hear meh? How many times you want me to tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately lecture him "How can you say that to mommy? Mommy loves you so much that I bring you here for lunch and you talk to me like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in his "frustrated" tone, he replied, "yeah ma, i told you so many times already and how many times you want me to tell you what I want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it is my fault for asking the question few times but I could not accept his tone of voice and totally regard this as RUDE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ...when he is so slow in certain things and we wanted him to do it "NOW" and he will use it back on us when he wants something and we asked him to wait but he will tell us " I want it NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)...when we asked him to sleep early and he will question us back why we are not sleeping early ourselves. When I told him we have work to do and he will tell us "Can do tomorrow ma. Now is already late and it is sleeping time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically he will use a lot of words/phrases that we use on him. I am already very careful with what I said but yet, there are times that I need to lecture/teach him and he used it back on us, which I could not accept but to him, he thinks that if we can use it on him, why can't he use it back on us? Well, kids are innocence i know but how can I explain to him that certain things/words/actions that only the parents can do and not children? He can't seems to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he is not always like that. Overall, I consider him as quite a good/obedient boy. Just that I want him to be better and knows to draw his line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-995460929921246160?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/995460929921246160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=995460929921246160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/995460929921246160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/995460929921246160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-disciplineteach-this-boy-when.html' title='How to discipline/teach this boy when...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2560825872206385219</id><published>2011-09-06T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:41:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White and the seven Dwarfs</title><content type='html'>@ 5 years 3 months and 2 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy brought me to a nursery to buy some small pebbles. We saw the seven dwarfs there (stone made) but I could not locate the Snow White. (Mommy has been introducing classical stories to me lately and the latest hit since last week was the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home in the car, mommy asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Darren, did you find the Snow White?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No. &lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Did you ask the Seven Dwarfs where is Snow White?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yes. I asked them where is Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: So, what did the Seven Dwarfs say?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: They said the Snow White is with the bad mommy. She ate the poison apple and die already. But hor...everyone kiss her, she also didn't wake up. She die already.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: hahahahaha....(mommy couldn't contain her laughter and was amazed with Darren's imagination)..maybe Snow White is waiting for your kiss? &lt;br /&gt;Darren: (feeling shy and smile happily)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2560825872206385219?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2560825872206385219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2560825872206385219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2560825872206385219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2560825872206385219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/snow-white-and-seven-dwarfs.html' title='Snow White and the seven Dwarfs'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6926985619019109532</id><published>2011-09-02T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:12:15.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya and Merdeka Holiday - Bagan Lalang Beach &amp; Bukit Tinggi, Pahang</title><content type='html'>During the Raya and Merdeka holiday, daddy brought us to a few places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 August 2011 - KLIA, Bagan Lalang Beach. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happened this day my grandparents were coming back from their Taiwan tour. Daddy decided to bring us all to the airport to welcome them home (though they already booked their van together with their friends back straight to Melaka). We gave them a big surprise when they saw us at the arrival hall at 2pm. My grandparents were so happy to see us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by the "see through" lift at the airport and wanted to take it but mommy didn't allowed. Then, we had our lunch at Burger King. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left KLIA around 3.30pm and adjourned to Bagan Lalang beach. Along the way, mommy stopped by a store to buy some dragonfruits. They sell lots of dragonfruits along the roadside. Daddy took his sweet time to drive round coz mei mei and I were sleeping in the car. We have lots of extra time to spare and mommy wanted us to sleep more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited about the beach. I was wide awake once we reached there. I just can't wait to play with the sand. Mommy applied sunscreen and insect repellent for me and immediately daddy brought me to the seaside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with the water a while and wanted to go to the seaside and build my sand castle. I was so concerned mommy forget to bring my beach tools, luckily she didn't forget. However I forget to change to my swimming suit. But later, I went to change because I wanted to sit down at the sand and play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNJsQQJL4_k/TmCrk5iqmfI/AAAAAAAACz8/TxOmd7qPBQE/s1600/Darren%2Bbeach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNJsQQJL4_k/TmCrk5iqmfI/AAAAAAAACz8/TxOmd7qPBQE/s400/Darren%2Bbeach1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647702583132461554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I built because the water keep coming towards me and I kept backing up higher and higher to avoid the water. Also, the sand was too fine and it was like mud. It is very hard to build sand castle with the fine sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't recall how long I played there till mommy summonded me to keep the toys. I also played enough and willingly to go back. Since we could not locate any toilet around, mommy used our spare drinking water to bathe me. It was cold but at least I am free from the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left the place around 6pm. Daddy then stopped us at a petro station for mommy and kakak to wash up. I then slept on the way back to KL. Daddy then brought us to Bumbo Bali, Puchong for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a happy time at the beach  today. This is a place that I always wish to go because I just love to play sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 August 2011 - Bukit Tinggi, Pahang &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we went to Bukit Tinggi, Pahang together with Aunty May's family. We visited the Colmar Tropicale. We left the house quite late, around 11am and reached there around 1pm. Again, I slept through the journey there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place were crowded with people and it was drizzling there too. Mommy was carrying mei mei in the sling while holding on to an umbrella and daddy pushed me in the stroller coz the stroller has a cover for me. Such a coincident that we met yi yi SY there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3YI1gCoFFU/TmCr0ynJVII/AAAAAAAAC0E/cdBX9F4qtWU/s1600/darren%2BBT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3YI1gCoFFU/TmCr0ynJVII/AAAAAAAAC0E/cdBX9F4qtWU/s400/darren%2BBT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647702856150111362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit boring at that place. I followed FJ kor kor and Uncle Simon to the arcade center to play some driving games. There is nothing much at the place and we thought of adjourned to Japanese tea house but Boh poh could not walked up the steep hill. So, we gave up the idea of going up. We then decided to leave the place as the place is really crowded with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy then drove to Gohtong Jaya for an early dinner around 5pm. We reached home quite early that day, around 7.30pm. After washing up, I still got some time to play and even watched a movie (Snow White) with mommy. Though I was already very sleepy, I enjoyed the movie very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy declared next 2 days as rest day as mei mei and myself still have not recovered from our runny nose. It was a fun filled holiday for us. But I asked mommy today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come we didn't go shopping?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6926985619019109532?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6926985619019109532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6926985619019109532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6926985619019109532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6926985619019109532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-and-merdeka-holiday-bagan-lalang.html' title='Raya and Merdeka Holiday - Bagan Lalang Beach &amp; Bukit Tinggi, Pahang'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNJsQQJL4_k/TmCrk5iqmfI/AAAAAAAACz8/TxOmd7qPBQE/s72-c/Darren%2Bbeach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7412680846794153066</id><published>2011-08-24T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:12:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Conversations</title><content type='html'>@ 5 years 3 months 1 day old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 1&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Mommy, how come you know cantonese?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Because mommy reads a lot of books. (Trying to encourage him to read books) &lt;br /&gt;Darren: Where got? Where got books in cantonese? Your books are all only in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 2&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I want to be a mommy, like you.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (shock)..you want to be mommy stay at home everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No...I want to be like you..everyday come home, go out buy things, then come home, then go out shopping again...then come home, then go out again...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (pengsan..what makes him think that I always go out shopping? I only go mini market or Carefour or Econsafe to do grocery shopping on certain days..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7412680846794153066?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7412680846794153066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7412680846794153066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7412680846794153066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7412680846794153066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-conversations.html' title='Funny Conversations'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1381708748161084955</id><published>2011-08-12T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:44:48.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new bed</title><content type='html'>@5 years 2 months 2 weeks and 6 days old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have my own bed..a proper bed..with bedframe and mattress..even a side table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was scouting around for children bed but couldn't really find one that she likes. Finally she went to this furniture shop and they recommended all those children bed in car shape, colourful and full of compartments children bed to us but none to daddy and mommy's delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy then spotted a white solid wood bed frame and he felt that one is better. We continued looking around but until last Friday, mommy went back the shop and decided to get that for me..because she couldn't find anything better than the white bed frame. Mommy shortlisted 3 bedframes for me to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pure white solid wood bedframe&lt;br /&gt;2) Car shape bedframe&lt;br /&gt;3) Ben10 divan bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, all the same..as long it is not in black and chocolate colour. Seems like I have no preference, so mommy chose the white one for me coz this set can last me for a long time (outgrown the age of car or Ben10). I have no objection. Hence, mommy ordered the bed frame and a King Koil children mattress and a side table too. The side table is actually more for mommy to place Isabel's baby monitor. It costs mommy RM1100 for 3 items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still sleeping in mommy's room and the side table will be placed between mommy and my bed. So, we can share the side table. We do not have extra room to turn it to my room because Isable has occupied one room and another room is meant for guest and we have guests very often (as in my grandparents and yi yis from Ipoh)...So, in the meantime, I still sleep with my parents. They have no problem with it and I am more than happy to sleep with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take a look at my new bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sMt2VvLFt0/TkSFEeM8TDI/AAAAAAAACyM/ORnPsFE6VS4/s1600/Darren%2Bbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sMt2VvLFt0/TkSFEeM8TDI/AAAAAAAACyM/ORnPsFE6VS4/s400/Darren%2Bbed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639778945248021554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my bed. Mommy bought a new pillow for me too but I don't like it. There is a smell in the pillow which I refuse to sleep on it. Mommy intend to return it and let me sleep on my smelly pillow back. hehehe...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1381708748161084955?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1381708748161084955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1381708748161084955&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1381708748161084955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1381708748161084955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-new-bed.html' title='My new bed'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sMt2VvLFt0/TkSFEeM8TDI/AAAAAAAACyM/ORnPsFE6VS4/s72-c/Darren%2Bbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6116788141656596452</id><published>2011-08-09T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:11:25.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First gymnastic lesson</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy @ 5 years 2 months 2 weeks and 2 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After put up such a&lt;a href="http://darrenmeimei.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-that-i-never-wish-to-come-has.html"&gt; "depressed" post&lt;/a&gt;, I looked through my photos in the computer and decided to put up this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to send Darren for gymnastic lesson. Main reason is to improve his flexibility, make him more agile and stronger. With his eye sight problem, gymastic can help him with his depth and spatio perception.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought him there 2 weeks ago. Initially he refused to go in but after seeing what the children did, he told me he like it. Why? Because they have monkey bars. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I sent him for a trial lesson. It was such a "fun" session for both Darren and myself. Fun for Darren because he get to do so many physical activities like walking and balancing himself on a beam, doing hand stand with legs supported on wall, playing on monkey bars, running and jumping....Fun for mommy because I got to see how "clumsy" he is in certain activities, proud of him when he can balance himself on the beam, how he "struggle" when he was asked to do side split..and all his funny actions and antics during the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a "priceless" experience for both of us. He loves the lesson and look forward to go again. I video most of the activities he done there and showed it to hubby at night...all of us has a good time laughing watching the videos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny incident that happened during the lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was asked to do "side split", he tried so hard and he struggled to hold on to that position for a period of time...till he told the teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(moaning in pain) I feel my leg is going to break like that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher then replied, "Hold on for a while...hold..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren replied, "(moaning in pain)..cannot la...later my leg will get broken.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help laughing when heard him saying that...hahaha..good training for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class, the teacher told me that he is actually very strong. Just that he doesn't know how to use his strength and muscle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he enjoyed the lesson and willing to go for it. Oh...mommy has one more extra "chauffeuring" to do...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLctSX0v8Pc/TkAX_081SlI/AAAAAAAACyE/TrhzJdzvPa8/s1600/gym2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLctSX0v8Pc/TkAX_081SlI/AAAAAAAACyE/TrhzJdzvPa8/s400/gym2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638533118780852818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zbkAZCTiIA/TkAX71EJqzI/AAAAAAAACx8/_TtM30kbbM0/s1600/gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zbkAZCTiIA/TkAX71EJqzI/AAAAAAAACx8/_TtM30kbbM0/s400/gym.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638533050092071730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6116788141656596452?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6116788141656596452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6116788141656596452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6116788141656596452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6116788141656596452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-gymnastic-lesson.html' title='First gymnastic lesson'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLctSX0v8Pc/TkAX_081SlI/AAAAAAAACyE/TrhzJdzvPa8/s72-c/gym2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1882734781909998308</id><published>2011-07-27T12:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:42:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest thing</title><content type='html'>Situation 1:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy did not come back for dinner that night. When mommy came home, mommy asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Darren, what did you eat for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I eat rice, beans and egg. I only have 2 dishes, poor boy hor?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (thought hear wrongly)..what? &lt;br /&gt;Darren: I only have 2 dishes for dinner, so poor boy hor?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: hahahaha(surprised with this remark)You are so lucky, got 2 dishes. Some children has nothing to eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2:&lt;br /&gt;I was not behaving well and mommy threaten to leave me alone at home and doesn't want to bring me out. I answered mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: How can you leave me alone at home? I am just a kid you know?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: ???? (speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 3:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I make mommy angry, mommy will tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: I don't want to talk to you anymore./ I don't care anymore, up to you you want to bathe or not?/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll answer mommy back by saying,&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I am your son, you know? How can you do/say that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 4:&lt;br /&gt;Mommy scolded me when I open the door creating some loud noise and I asked her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: You only think of mei mei ar?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Yes, I am thinking of mei mei. What if you wake mei mei up? Can you just open the door slowly and don't make so much noise?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Then how about me? How can you don't think of me? You only think of mei mei.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: ??? (speechless)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1882734781909998308?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1882734781909998308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1882734781909998308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1882734781909998308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1882734781909998308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids-say-darndest-thing.html' title='Kids say the darndest thing'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4870441222874586131</id><published>2011-07-22T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T17:41:18.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My second pair of glasses</title><content type='html'>Finally I got my second pair of glasses last Friday...Mommy has been chasing them as I have been using the "scratched' glasses for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shHs8qzOgIw/TilE3tlHPEI/AAAAAAAACwc/JCJCJPDH0U0/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shHs8qzOgIw/TilE3tlHPEI/AAAAAAAACwc/JCJCJPDH0U0/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632108532922268738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a black purplelish pastic frame. This pair of glasses costs daddy RM690 (RM580 for lenses and RM110 for frame). The power is +8.0 on right and +8.25 on left. This pair of glasses suits me more as the size is smaller and rounder. They also bent the arm, so I don't need to use the rubber stopper anymore. It hurts my ears everytime I tried to tighten the rubber stopper. But, this pair of glasses also heavier. It resulted to the glasses always dropped below my eye level. Mommy is still not very happy with this pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? My nose bridge is low and I cannot use a metal frame that comes with a nose pad because my lenses are thick. The metal frame will not hold my lenses well and also it poses more danger if I fall or hit anyting. I can only use plastic frame but it cannot stand high up on my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days after I used the glasses, there are already 2 long + 2 short scratches on my right lens. Mommy was so upset and kept "nagging" how I take care of my glasses. She already warned me many times that I have to take good care of it and make sure I always place it in the casing instead of on the table. But yet, I also don't know where I get the scratches from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, not that I don't want to take care but I really don't know where did I scratch the lens. Sorry mommy, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4870441222874586131?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4870441222874586131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4870441222874586131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4870441222874586131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4870441222874586131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-second-pair-of-glasses.html' title='My second pair of glasses'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shHs8qzOgIw/TilE3tlHPEI/AAAAAAAACwc/JCJCJPDH0U0/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5161090497399342511</id><published>2011-07-22T17:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T17:27:47.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first hard earned money..</title><content type='html'>@ 5 years 1 month 4 weeks and 1 day old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, daddy brought back some work. He needs people to help him fold the cards, stick the cards and paste the stamps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning daddy started the work and I thought, well, maybe I can helped. Daddy asked me to stick the sticker on the card..but after sticking a few, I am losing my patience and also I did not stick at the right angle. So, daddy stopped me from helping. Later, daddy discovered something that I could help up...then mommy asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darren, do you want to make some money? Then you can buy the things that you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make money? Buy something I like? This interest me. I want to have a lot of money, then I can buy things. So immediately I took up the offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is to tear the whole sheet of stamps into individual pieces. There are like more than 10 sheets of stamps that I need to do....daddy taught me how to do it and I did it slowly earlier...then slowly..I mastered the skill and I did it pretty fast. It took me a few hours to complete..but later daddy also helped me a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mommy said I have to share the money if people help me up, I insisted to do it ALL by myself coz I don't want to share the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I am doing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mATh0Mdjtx8/TilCKpD_NDI/AAAAAAAACwE/P_6jwHqXIu0/s1600/peel%2Bstamps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mATh0Mdjtx8/TilCKpD_NDI/AAAAAAAACwE/P_6jwHqXIu0/s400/peel%2Bstamps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632105559592219698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the amount of stamps I tear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuYW3MiDYXw/TilCSjV5H2I/AAAAAAAACwM/cxyexa1PKBk/s1600/stamps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuYW3MiDYXw/TilCSjV5H2I/AAAAAAAACwM/cxyexa1PKBk/s400/stamps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632105695495659362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally this is the amount of money I have earned for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSF7OhmmqJ0/TilCXVQfLEI/AAAAAAAACwU/zXR2s5Udu0U/s1600/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSF7OhmmqJ0/TilCXVQfLEI/AAAAAAAACwU/zXR2s5Udu0U/s400/money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632105777614236738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM5&lt;/strong&gt; - My first hard earned money...I want to keep the money and save it since I have nothing to buy at the moment. I am so proud of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: It was kind of a family bonding project. Everyone sitting down around the dining table helping up the work and we have a good time chit chatting while working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5161090497399342511?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5161090497399342511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5161090497399342511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5161090497399342511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5161090497399342511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-hard-earned-money.html' title='My first hard earned money..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mATh0Mdjtx8/TilCKpD_NDI/AAAAAAAACwE/P_6jwHqXIu0/s72-c/peel%2Bstamps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5209886575040059972</id><published>2011-07-17T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:15:42.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's proud moments with me..</title><content type='html'>@ 5 years 1 month 1 week and 4 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few proud moments that mommy wanted to remember before she starts forgetting how good I am and always complaint how naughty I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1 - Asking permission when in people's house&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We were attending my neighbour 2 years old boy birthday party 2 Saturdays night ago. The children were playing with those push cars in the living hall and I have been wanted to join them. So happened mommy caught up with another mommy and started chatting away. She was so busy chatting and I was standing next to her quietly looking at the children playing for some time. Later she noticed me and told me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Oh..Darren..go and play with the children..&lt;br /&gt;Darren: But mommy..do I need to ask permission from aunty first?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (feeling embarassed..I always teach my son to ask permissison before wanting something and now just because I was busy chatting, I have totally forgetten what I have preached to him all the time.) Oh yeah...you must ask permission first. Where is aunty?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: There she is...&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ok, go and ask aunty yourself..&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Aunty..aunty..can I play?&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Oh sure...&lt;br /&gt;Darren: (happily walked off to join the children playing with the push cars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around us noticed that and praised me for being so well mannered. As for mommy, she just can't help feeling proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2 - Keeping promise&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;One afternnon after mommy picked me up from school, she told me we are going to have lunch with yi yi SY. We were thinking where to go and suddenly mommy suggested "Pizza Hut". Apparently Pizza Hut is my next reward for behaving well for 5 days. I need to collect 5 stars in order to be able to go Pizza Hut and I only have 1 so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Do you want to go Pizza Hut?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: (said in surprise tone). But mommy, I don't have 5 STARS yet. I only have 1. I cannot go Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Oh yeah.....(slap my own mouth..how can I be so "linient" bringing him to Pizza Hut without him achieving his target? But I am proud of him that he remember his target and did not take advantage over the offer I gave me. ) Then how?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Maybe we can go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later yiyi SY called and said she wanted to treat me to Pizza Hut and we changed our reward target to "McDonald" instead. Finally we get to eat at Pizza Hut. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Incident 3 - I am known as an "obedient boy" in the park.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Everyone (aunties or uncles) in the park knows that I am an obedient boy and always praise me in front of mommy. They always tell mommy that I am very "teng wah" (obedient boy). Why? Because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The minute I reach the park, I will call all the aunties and uncles that I know in the park before started playing. I can even remember some of their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When I want to go a bit further or play something else, I will inform mommy or ask her permission before I go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am also very loving towards the younger children in the park. I will approach some babies or toddlers and touch their hands/face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When mommy tells me we have to go home in another 5 minutes time, I will reply mommy with an "ok" without negotiation. When time is up, I will bid goodbye to all my friends and aunties/uncles and follow mommy go home willingly. (This is the time the aunties always praise me that I listen to mommy and never fuss to stay longer, unlike other children).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is so proud of my obedience in the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 4 - I am such a loving/caring boy.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Isabel was playing with mommy's handphone and she dropped mommy's hp on the floor and the paint at the phone chip off a little bit. Mommy was quite upset. I walked up to mommy and told her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Mommy, next time when I am big, I will buy you a handphone. The handphone drop also cannot spoil one, the paint won't come out one. Then, is touch screen one also, like iphone, ok?? I will sure buy one for you. You don't upset ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's heart melted after hearing what I said. I just love mommy so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident that demonstrated my loving side for daddy..&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday daddy promised to bring me to Digital Mall and buy me a handphone pouch. I have been wanting this pouch for a long long time. We went to Subang Parade and had lunch with my other aunties..then after lunch, we were heading home. I asked daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Daddy, how about my handphone pouch?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Darren, Daddy twisted his neck and he is in pain. We need to go home first and let daddy rest. When daddy is feeling better, then only we go out again, ok? (I was preparing for a protest from him since he has been looking forward to get his pouch).&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Oh..Ok...no problem. Daddy go home and rest first ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was so proud of my understanding and did not protest once. When we reached home, I even napped next to daddy, because I wanted to take care of daddy and hug him, so that he will recover faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said..she is so lucky to have such an obedient and loving child. Of course I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5209886575040059972?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5209886575040059972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5209886575040059972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5209886575040059972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5209886575040059972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/07/mommys-proud-moments-with-me.html' title='Mommy&apos;s proud moments with me..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8902200802387350136</id><published>2011-07-12T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:40:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 falls within a week..</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can update his first fall, he fell the second time. The second time was more serious than the first fall. Heartache..heartache...why? why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fall happened last Friday night. It was a fall from a flight of stairs. Approximately 5 steps before reaching the ground. Hubby and I were in the room attending to  crying Isabel for about 1.5 hours. He came in and out the room and wanted me to bring him to my sister's house to meet his favourite yi yi SS, who has just came down from Ipoh. I told him to go out and as he was disturbing the ever fussy sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time he came in around 10.30pm, I shooed him out again. Hubby then suggested he'd better go out and make him sleep. Or else, he will keep coming in and disturbing us. Just not long as he stepped out of the room, I heard Darren crying loudly. I assumed it was hubby forcing him to go to bed and hence, leading him to cry in protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later (yes, I was still in Isabel's room, calming her down and making her sleep), hubby came in and told me that Darren has fell from the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently hubby told him to go to the bedroom after he stepped out from Isabel's room but our dear Darren protested and walked down by himself. I'm not sure whether his hands were holding anything. Hubby was checking some letters on the table. Suddenly he heard some banging sound and quickly he looked down and saw Darren half way falling down the stairs. My helper was nearby him and immediately hold him up. Hubby rushed down and checked on him. A big bump appeared on his forehead. They use cold compress on the bump but still the bump swelled as big as a quil egg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIv4TPTNUmQ/ThwR1-dpuiI/AAAAAAAACvk/pSWJ4j6PsNc/s1600/staircase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIv4TPTNUmQ/ThwR1-dpuiI/AAAAAAAACvk/pSWJ4j6PsNc/s400/staircase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628393253304384034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in to Isabel's room later and I saw his big bump on the forehead. He then went to bed. Later when we checked back on the CCTV, we witnessed how he fell from the stairs and it gave me a shock the way he fell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was walking down the stairs as usual and like to walk at the side of the wall and not holding the railing. Just about 5 steps before reaching the ground, somehow his body leaned forward and he could not balance and hence, fall head down to the ground. While he was falling, he tried to grab on something and with those "hands and legs flinging movement", he was able to escape fall straight ON the stairs itself (and he might hit the edges of those steps) and helped him to "fly" down to the ground and landed face down. It was really a hard hit on his forehead. Luckily nothing happened to his glasses and other parts of the body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before his swell subsided, he had his second fall in the playground last evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was playing the slide at the playground and he should be quite familiar with the slide as he has been playing there since young. I was around him (next to the slide to be exact), pushing Isabel in her tricycle. I witnessed his fall this time with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was sliding down half way, suddenly he flipped over and make a 1.5 turn down the slide and landed face down on the base of the slide. So happened the base of the slide was mended with "cement". He fell straight face down on the cement, which caused him more injury this time. He could not move with his face burried on the cement base and immediately I rushed to him and lifted him up. I was praying HARD as I was so worried his glasses would break and cut his face or eyes. What I saw was his nose was bleeding and his bump on the forehead get more bruised and stone marks on other parts of the forehead. His glasses were quite badly scratched. I took out his glasses and checked on him. Immediately I ordered him to go home and surprisingly he answered me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No mommy, I still want to play.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him his nose is bleeding and we needed to go home and clean up. I thought it could be the glasses that pressed on his nose caused the nose bleed. But after reaching home, I noticed that it was the scratches at his left nostril that caused the bleeding. The blood did not come from inside the nose. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was relieved that his glasses did not break and cut his face/eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9RMncnpi9Q/ThwSTD7FLbI/AAAAAAAACv0/BMoNPL4imi4/s1600/nose%2Bfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9RMncnpi9Q/ThwSTD7FLbI/AAAAAAAACv0/BMoNPL4imi4/s400/nose%2Bfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628393752986201522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who come he could flip over half way through the slide. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe he tried to stand up while sliding down? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe his body did not lean backwards and lean too much forwards while sliding down? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe his croc shoes gave too much resistant on the slide, hence his body fall forward instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him how come he could flip over at the slide, he told me something like he thought he has reached the ground and wanted to stand up, but suddenly he just rolled down and fell flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this 2 incidents, the way I looked at his fall, I started to suspect his eye sight problem. Could he having problem with depth perception? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the eye specialist told me when I asked her can I postpone Isabel from wearing her glasses till older, she answered me like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It is very important for a child to have a clear vision, especially during his/her first few years. This is when they start to develop their 3D vision and depth perception......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only discovered Darren's eye sight problem at the age of 4 and could it be his 3D vision/depth perception was not developed well, hence causes all these falls? Really a big question mark in my mind now. I must remember to ask the doctor to check on his depth perception during his next visit another 3 more months down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he looked so bruised all over his face. We stopped him from going to school because of his sctached glasses. He may not be able to see well and it will be dangerous for him to go to school. Luckily we have done his new glasses but still need another 5 days, only we can collect it. In the mean time, he will be home bound and restrain from going to the park till he get his glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sU-kAZQ-DGA/ThwSF8SNTII/AAAAAAAACvs/n_RVn3NUYCo/s1600/playground%2Bfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sU-kAZQ-DGA/ThwSF8SNTII/AAAAAAAACvs/n_RVn3NUYCo/s400/playground%2Bfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628393527597419650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor boy, my heart broke into pieces when I saw him fall and I could not do anything to help him at that time but only pray and pray. You know how helpless it is when you can't protect your child and seeing him get injured? Now whenever I look at his face with all the bruises and scratches at the nose, my heart sank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy wish your wound will recover faster and back to the cute and handsome Darren again soon. I miss the perfect you....Mommy loves you very much...Please be more careful next time, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: What a week, not only Darren fell down. Isabel also &lt;a href="http://darrenmeimei.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-fall-at-playground.html"&gt;fell down on her knees &lt;/a&gt;last Friday at the park. 3 falls for 2 kids within few days. How my heart can be in full piece? It's so heartbreaking to see my kids injuries...though minor ones..yet..it is heartbreaking for a mommy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8902200802387350136?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8902200802387350136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8902200802387350136&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8902200802387350136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8902200802387350136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-falls-within-week.html' title='2 falls within a week..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIv4TPTNUmQ/ThwR1-dpuiI/AAAAAAAACvk/pSWJ4j6PsNc/s72-c/staircase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1544000284757128818</id><published>2011-07-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:24:00.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An exclusive invite to DIsney Junior AHOY TO NEVERLAND..</title><content type='html'>We have been waiting for this day when mommy asked me whether I want to meet OSO, Mickey and Minnie or not. Of course I want to...finally the day has arrived and mommy get us to sleep earlier the night before to get ready for an early morning rise the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to bring this invitation card along and we were all get ready for the adventures in the NEVERLAND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1R6Hug9bB8/ThWT76CbEwI/AAAAAAAACuE/6tkhx0Mcybw/s1600/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1R6Hug9bB8/ThWT76CbEwI/AAAAAAAACuE/6tkhx0Mcybw/s400/card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626565966870287106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some horses at the Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club. We also met many other mommy bloggers and their little children there too. It was a hot and sunny day. After the registration, we just waited for the launch to begin and start our "treasure hunt" at the 4 destinations listed in the "map". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJMVVhFjT1w/ThWUE6X1S-I/AAAAAAAACuM/Y0ubvaMu3hw/s1600/DJ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJMVVhFjT1w/ThWUE6X1S-I/AAAAAAAACuM/Y0ubvaMu3hw/s400/DJ1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626566121578908642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mostly team work and firstly we went to the "Handy Manny" stop. I helped daddy to build a "crate" to be put on the pirate ship. I got a pirate's scarf as a reward for the hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fshrPz3w48A/ThWUMCfJAtI/AAAAAAAACuU/zko9Tjv20Sg/s1600/DJ-handy%2Bmant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fshrPz3w48A/ThWUMCfJAtI/AAAAAAAACuU/zko9Tjv20Sg/s400/DJ-handy%2Bmant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626566244016128722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to "OSO, the special agent" for a "water shooting" experience with the water gun. They gave us 3 special steps and we followed through and mommy helped me to shoot down all the bottles. We got a pirate eye patch as a reward in this challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5MOu_76OCc/ThWUVlkRHUI/AAAAAAAACuc/PrNxhrQiGYk/s1600/OSO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5MOu_76OCc/ThWUVlkRHUI/AAAAAAAACuc/PrNxhrQiGYk/s400/OSO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626566408051694914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop was the Mickey and Minnie Maze. We walked through the maze and collected 3"cards" and passed this challenge and received a sword balloon sculpture as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWg8L8AuAXA/ThWUekvcZ_I/AAAAAAAACuk/73NTtEhagwk/s1600/maze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWg8L8AuAXA/ThWUekvcZ_I/AAAAAAAACuk/73NTtEhagwk/s400/maze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626566562448959474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we proceeded to the last challenge, Mickey and Minnie were ready to meet us on stage. We immediately rushed there. We were the first few in the queue to take a photogragh with them. I even won a small price by answering the question " when Disney Junior is going to show on tv?". Thanks to Daddy for giving me the answer. We then took a photograph with Mickey and Minnie on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hx87uiWGsY0/ThWUnxb9-JI/AAAAAAAACus/k9B6mJw_4eg/s1600/M%2526M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hx87uiWGsY0/ThWUnxb9-JI/AAAAAAAACus/k9B6mJw_4eg/s400/M%2526M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626566720475756690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to the last stop to complete our last challenge. It was Word World. I was able to solve the clue "SHIP" and "HAT". I was then given some stickers as reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLhldy4yQwY/ThWUxFo4myI/AAAAAAAACu0/g4XYpFxc46o/s1600/wordworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLhldy4yQwY/ThWUxFo4myI/AAAAAAAACu0/g4XYpFxc46o/s400/wordworld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626566880517462818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have completed all the challenges, we entitled a goodie bag and a photo session as a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EphyAi2QQRE/ThWU8czJ_sI/AAAAAAAACu8/v0UyANUX7tU/s1600/goodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EphyAi2QQRE/ThWU8czJ_sI/AAAAAAAACu8/v0UyANUX7tU/s400/goodies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626567075713121986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jDqJvYHpXY/ThWVJqMNJvI/AAAAAAAACvE/J27CgoJR65s/s1600/pirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jDqJvYHpXY/ThWVJqMNJvI/AAAAAAAACvE/J27CgoJR65s/s400/pirates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626567302646146802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the photo session, we were invited for a refreshment at the club. Before we left for the refreshment, I left my hand prints on the big disney junior board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9XuHEZjwMU/ThWVZx0JaBI/AAAAAAAACvM/L2i53OOcnkA/s1600/hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9XuHEZjwMU/ThWVZx0JaBI/AAAAAAAACvM/L2i53OOcnkA/s400/hp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626567579570628626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we had a fun day today but very tiring day too. Isabel was most of the time staying under a shelter while we were at the treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Disney Junior for organising such a wonderful family day for us. I wish to meet OSO the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1544000284757128818?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1544000284757128818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1544000284757128818&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1544000284757128818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1544000284757128818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/07/exclusive-invite-to-disney-junior-ahoy.html' title='An exclusive invite to DIsney Junior AHOY TO NEVERLAND..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1R6Hug9bB8/ThWT76CbEwI/AAAAAAAACuE/6tkhx0Mcybw/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7397282696625230047</id><published>2011-06-28T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:21:01.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Checkup</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Darren for his eye checkup this afternoon. Was supposed to bring along Isabel too but she was having a mild fever yesterday, so the nurse said they cannot sedate her. I was kind of relieve too as I am still feeling very uncomfortable with the sedation. So, we leave Isabel at home and I bring Darren for his eye checkup on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the hospital after picking him up from school. So happened my car was having some problem and I left my car at the workshop and my sister sent us there. We arrived the hospital around 12.30pm and straight we went to the eye centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 nurses were very kind. They waited for us to help me put the eye drops for Darren before having their lunch. It was not easy as Darren was having great phobia with the eye drops. He was struggling so much and we basically have to "force" him down and applied the eye drops. He kicked all the bags down and he even accidently scratched me at my chest area, left me with a red dark scratch mark. The nurses was asking Darren to see what he has done on me but I told him that I did not blame him and assure to him that mommy was ok because I know he did not do it on purpose. He answered me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry mommy..I was very very very very scared just now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart ache when I heard him said that. I felt so sorry for him that he has to go through such trauma to get the eye drops in. I hug him very tight and I just want to protect him anyway I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After applying 3x each on each eye, we went for lunch. I bought him his favourite nyonya kuih and a packet of "Rocky" for him. Then we walked back to eye centre and the nurse checked on his eye again. We waited for another 20 minutes for his pupils to get fully dialated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optometrist then took his power. Results was his vision has improved A LOT. It was a piece of good news. Previously he can only read like 3 rows from the top and his left eye was bad. But now, he still has another 2 to 3 line to be be considered as "normal". His visual accuty now is 6/10 for both his eyes. However, his right eye power has increased from 750 to 800 and left eyes has increased from 800 to 825. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked the eye specialist why his power increased, they explained to me that it is not his power that increased but it was because he has been wearing his glasses for 8 months and his eye muscles are more relax now, hence more power is being "released" out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye specialist suggested that he still continue his 1 hr eye patching daily. The next appointment will be another 3 months time to check on his new glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for a new pair of spectacle frame for him as the existing one was a bit too big for his face. I was looking for a round shape one as it was recommended by the doctor. But it was not easy to get a round one plastic frame. We need a plastic frame too because it will hold his "thick" lenses better compared to metal one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got the "nearest" one for him and will be collecting it only next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7397282696625230047?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7397282696625230047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7397282696625230047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7397282696625230047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7397282696625230047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/06/eye-checkup.html' title='Eye Checkup'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5137133651024144380</id><published>2011-06-23T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:37:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye checkup for both kids</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent both Isabel and Darren for eye checkup last Friday. We planned it on Friday because we wanted the Dr to have more time and patience for Isabel..but....sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last Friday was a schedule checkup for Darren to obtain his new power because his glasses are very scratched and we wanted to do a new lens for him. So, we brought forward the power checking 2 months earlier. He needed to put on eye drops in order to get the power checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a scheduled checkup for Isabel to obtain her power since we failed to get it the last time. We wanted to give it another try. So I planned my day very well, so that she has enough sleep, fully fed and brought toys, ipad loaded with her favourite children songs video, bread and biscuits along to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appointment was supposed to be 1.30pm but Isabel woke up late that morning and she had a late nap. Yes, I wanted her to have a nap before going, so that she will be happy and not cranky. She woke up around 1.30pm from her late nap and immediately we rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately we were stucked in a "dunno why" massive jam at the Subang roundabout for about 15 mins. We finally arrived the hospital around 2.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor has many patients on that day and I requested to let Isabel check on her squint first. If she has the squint, we have to immediately plan for her power checking. Hence the eye drops. If no squint, it is still up to us to decided to get the power checked or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were waiting at the playroom and she was happily playing the rocking horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADFZeVaBNG8/TgK0uK2J-uI/AAAAAAAACtE/usabBt1fAcE/s1600/eye%2Bcheck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADFZeVaBNG8/TgK0uK2J-uI/AAAAAAAACtE/usabBt1fAcE/s400/eye%2Bcheck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621253990190283490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was about her milk time and we wanted to make milk but then suddenly the nurse called for her. She went in and the minute I sat down, she started to struggle and try to avoid the doctor. It took some effort to get her to focus on the target and the doctor briefly checked her pupils alignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news was her eyes still have not developed squint yet but soon she might have due to her in born defect of the shape of the cornea. The doctor advised us to obtain her power as soon as possible even though she has no squint because early years of clear vision is important for them to develop certain cells in the brain. Arrgghhh....meaning, it is a MUST to get the power, so that if her power is high, even though no squint, she still need to be put on glasses. Seems like we cannot avoid this. The doctor suggested us to put her under sedation because she seems not co-operative during the sessions and it will be quite hard for both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedation....something we really do not wish to do on her but I know she is not an easy child, especially she is wary of strangers. We wanted to try, to try let her do it without sedation but don't think the doctor has the patience/time for us to slowly get her into it. Also, if we still fail to obtain her power by then, she will need to go through another round of "eye drops" nightmare for the "3rd" time. This is something we do not want her to go through so many times too. Hubby, who opposed the idea from the begining also started to give in, looking at how she reacted the minute we sat near the doctor. Maybe sedation is the only option...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Darren....he needed to put the eye drops to obtain his new power..However, he was not co-operating as well this time. Maybe the daddy is around. He was especially manja and hubby gave in so much of his demand. The last time I was able to do it just with me around him. It took us so long to put the first drop. After a few minutes, we need to put the 2nd drop and it was even harder. He kept giving excuse, demanding for things and yet still not able to put. Finally, it reached 4pm and the clinic is closing and we did not have enough time for Darren. The check can only be done after 45 minites of the last drop of eye drops. He needs a total of 3 drops each on each eye and we were only managed to put in the first drop. So, mission abandon due to time contraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse advised us to let them both do it another time together and advise us to go earlier. So that they can help us to 'force' them for the eye drops. As for Isabel, since they need to sedate her, it is advisable to go earlier too. Let her be very sleepy and it will be easier for her to sleep after the sedation medicine. So, we scheduled the appointment again after 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission was not accomplished this time for both kids but we wasted RM180++ just for normal check, which I really think not necessary, epsecially for Darren since he is going for his power check next 2 weeks. It was supposed to be power checking but ended up just a normal check...sigh!! Stress...stress on the parents and hubby's pocket too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5137133651024144380?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5137133651024144380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5137133651024144380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5137133651024144380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5137133651024144380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/06/eye-checkup-for-both-kids.html' title='Eye checkup for both kids'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADFZeVaBNG8/TgK0uK2J-uI/AAAAAAAACtE/usabBt1fAcE/s72-c/eye%2Bcheck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3317618811968116092</id><published>2011-06-21T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:06:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is "imitating" a problem?</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy on my 5 years 4 weeks and 1 day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a problem with Darren. Well, I don't really know is it a problem but it is bothering me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren loves to imitate/follow what other people do - in the areas that he is interested. I know kids love to imitate and follow the peers but the problem is, he loves to imitates things that is not "suitable" or right for him to do. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He will only go to lessons/schools that he has someone he knows and he likes is there. &lt;br /&gt;Example: He is willing to go this school because his cousin sister is there. He is willing to go the enrichment class because his another elder cousin sister is there. Now he is requesting to change the time of the lesson because his good friend is attending that session. I asked what if his cousin sister stop that classes, will what he do? He said he wants to stop too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him for music classes last month but he wasn't keen and kept resisting to go. Reason? He has no friend there. Even he has developed some friends there during the 2 lessons, he was still not interested because those were not the people that he like. He asked to attend the baby class because his younger twin cousins are there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. During the holiday, my nieces came to our house and stayed for few nights. They have long hair and always put a towel over their shoulder after they wash their hair. Darren follow suit. Not only that, he even insisted we tied his hair like them UNTIL TODAY. He will always go to the kitchen and asked for rubber band and ask my maid to tie his hair. When I told him, boys don't tie hair. His answer is, I want to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He has a playground buddie who is 4 years older than him and always wear a singlet to the playground. He has one "oversize" singlet and he insists to wear it everyday because "he wants to look like Ivan kor kor"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We have a "spoil" handphone and he treats it as his handphone. He always imitate daddy how he talks on the handphone. Not only that, when he sees his aunty has a cover for the handphone, he will look up and down and find a cover that looks like it and put on his handphone. Next day, when he sees my niece use a hp pouch instead and he insist I buy a handphone pouch for him too. He just like to imitate the adults on what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I park my car, he always ask me to park "like yi yi SY" (diagonally parked). If not, he will ask me why I don't park like daddy? When he plays his car, he always park his toy car like yi yi SY or daddy..exactly the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are mostly actions that he follows/imitates..comes to phrases and languages...worse..examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He learns to talk like an adult. He always follow/imitate the way we talk, the words we use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1: When he wants to video call his grandma in MSN and grandma is not free, grandma will suggest to do it at night. He will tell his grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not free tonight, ok? I am very busy. I have work to do. Do you believe me? You think first, do you still want to video call with me now? You think. If not, I won't talk to you anymore. You think now, ok?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course grandma did not give in and he ended up putting down the phone and started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2: When we order him to do things, we wil count 123 and ask him to do it. He will do it back to us when he asked us to do things for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why people said we have to set a good example, or else, we will be seeing ourselves from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem here is, sometimes he will use back all the words on me but he didn't really know what is the actual meaning of it and he insisted to use those words. Sometimes I am speechless when I try to explain things to him but he ended up following my words but not understand the actual meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consolation is the things that he imitates are not those really "bad actions" or "bad words". It is just that those things/actions he follows are not really suitable for him..just like tying hair or trying to wear the pants like skirts (put 2 legs in one side)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your children like that too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3317618811968116092?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3317618811968116092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3317618811968116092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3317618811968116092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3317618811968116092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-imitating-problem.html' title='Is &quot;imitating&quot; a problem?'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6733123995622109821</id><published>2011-06-13T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:20:45.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell down from staircase II</title><content type='html'>Just a record for myself that I fell down from the staircase last Friday. This time it hit me hard as my lower back and on top of buttock got injured and blue black even till today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it was my fault..I walked down very fast and 3 steps before reaching the ground, I tried to jump. Maybe the steps was slightly wet too due to mommy's wet leg just stepped on the stairs, I slipped and I just "slide" down the steps. My back hit the edge of the stairs and middle of my sole was painful too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was sitting at the play area taking care of Isabel while this happened. Mommy saw me coming down very fast and before she could say something, I fell. It happened in split second. Mommy witnessed the whole process. I immediately stood up and ran to mommy and cried loudly in pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my leg started feel pain. Maybe due to the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 2nd time falling from the stairs. Though the first time seems more serious (roll down from 5th step), this time caused more injury than the previous. Mommy asked me whether I still dare to jump from the stairs anymore or not, of course I said NO...but 2 days later...I am back to normal..climbing the stairs fast and attempt to jump before reaching the ground again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6733123995622109821?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6733123995622109821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6733123995622109821&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6733123995622109821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6733123995622109821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/06/fell-down-from-staircase-ii.html' title='Fell down from staircase II'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8417436021569284955</id><published>2011-06-13T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:10:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holiday is over...</title><content type='html'>Time flies and 2 weeks just flew off like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 weeks school holiday was full of visitors coming from Ipoh and Singapore. This is the time of the year that mommy's family will gather together for their bi-annually reunion in KL. It was a great great reunion together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Yi Ivy and Angie jie jie, Yi Yi Janice and RT jie jie stayed at our place. While the rest, yi yi SS &amp; family, my maternal grandparents stayed in Yi Yi SY house. I was super happy whenever there are visitors in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 2 days we stayed at home, cooked at home. Last 4 days was shopping days and eat out days. Surprisingly that yi yi SS's MPV can fit 11 people, mommy's local car can fit 8 people...thank God nothing happened to the car or us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the days I just want to follow my yi yis and jie jies around. At times mommy needs to stay back home to take care of Isabel but I stayed with my yi yi in yi yi SY house. Even on Sunday, I followed my yi yi out for breakfast and to Bukit Tinggi Jusco without my parents. Mommy said I am really a big boy now. Can go anywhere without them. Well, I just like their company very very much. I miss them so much after they left. The whole house become so quiet and empty. Mommy felt it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we didn't do much besides the mega gathering we had. I managed to complete all my holiday worksheets but didn't do any revision and activity. Mainly we were too tired after the gathering. Another best thing is I could sleep as late as I want and woke up as late as I want to during the holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now school reopen, we are back to the mad rush again. Why life is so busy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8417436021569284955?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8417436021569284955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8417436021569284955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8417436021569284955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8417436021569284955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/06/school-holiday-is-over.html' title='School Holiday is over...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6611447136648936869</id><published>2011-06-10T00:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:57:55.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An evening with Disney Junior and Nancy Kanter</title><content type='html'>I was so happy when I received the invitation to participate in the event with Disney Junior in the middle of May. After confirming with hubby that he would be in town and could help me to babysit the children, I immediately RSVP myself for the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the night arrived and hubby drove us all to Bangsar Shopping Village II. The event was held in Marmalade Restaurant. When I arrived at the restaurant, I was attracted by the decorations. It was so nicely decorated with all the disney cartoon character like Mickey and OSO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBpMCcPo4jQ/TfD6-h6TroI/AAAAAAAACsc/kqtdpqFtXTA/s1600/DJ%2Blayout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBpMCcPo4jQ/TfD6-h6TroI/AAAAAAAACsc/kqtdpqFtXTA/s400/DJ%2Blayout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616264687492771458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even given the OSO digi medal with my name on it. Since the whole family "escort" me there, Darren was given one OSO digi medal too by the kind jie jie at the registration counter. Darren was super happy. I was busy chatting away till I forgotten to take the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the introduction by the emcee, Ms Nancy Kanter, the senior vice president, Original Programming and General Manager, DIsney Junior Worldwide then present us the Disney Junior Showcase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETkWYRSjKb4/TfD7a3XttKI/AAAAAAAACss/jHXBcuQXY1w/s1600/DJ%2Bspeaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETkWYRSjKb4/TfD7a3XttKI/AAAAAAAACss/jHXBcuQXY1w/s400/DJ%2Bspeaker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616265174289593506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Junior is a brand new channel which replaces the Playhouse Disney on July 11. It aims at children aged 2-7 years old. Magical, musical and heartfelt stories with lovable characters, both classic and new, all merge to form a haven of imagination, learning and creativity. All this magic and storytelling intertwined with early childhood learning values attributes that only Disney can provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disney Junior will also features new series like Jake and the Never Land Pirates, The Cat in the Hat knows a Lot About That and Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue. There will be more animated series will be premiered in the near future like Disney Poetry Shorts, Minnie Bow-Toons and more magical entertainment in 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6rfy6_OGiI/TfD7SIJAozI/AAAAAAAACsk/uufUixG33q0/s1600/DJ%2Bnew%2Bshows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6rfy6_OGiI/TfD7SIJAozI/AAAAAAAACsk/uufUixG33q0/s400/DJ%2Bnew%2Bshows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616265024172499762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were served with delicious and beautifully decorated buffet dinner. &lt;br /&gt;The food was just so yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwZ_58R2wUU/TfD6zzrb7mI/AAAAAAAACsU/wQChENsT3iw/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwZ_58R2wUU/TfD6zzrb7mI/AAAAAAAACsU/wQChENsT3iw/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616264503283674722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some mommy bloggers and we have a good time chatting and exchanging news and parenting issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, I get Darren to take some photos with his favourite cartoon characters. We even received very nice goodies as souveniers - A Minnie Mouse softtoy, a pen drive, a notebook and a poster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxIps_JJTE0/TfD6sbCnD-I/AAAAAAAACsM/fQqEtGusBzU/s1600/Darren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxIps_JJTE0/TfD6sbCnD-I/AAAAAAAACsM/fQqEtGusBzU/s400/Darren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616264376410902498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Disney Junior!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6611447136648936869?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6611447136648936869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6611447136648936869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6611447136648936869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6611447136648936869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/06/evening-with-disney-junior-and-nancy.html' title='An evening with Disney Junior and Nancy Kanter'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBpMCcPo4jQ/TfD6-h6TroI/AAAAAAAACsc/kqtdpqFtXTA/s72-c/DJ%2Blayout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1695305835885935285</id><published>2011-06-03T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:43:00.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm mommy's little helper!!</title><content type='html'>I am mommy's little helper. I help mommy to feed mei mei water after she finished her porridge. But I also want to watch tv. The water sometimes didn't go to mei mei's mouth also. Mei mei also like me to feed her water. She will drink and drink and watch tv together with me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l56lGVhMHK4/Td_VlPx_WkI/AAAAAAAACqo/93te_5OcNME/s1600/little%2Bhelper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l56lGVhMHK4/Td_VlPx_WkI/AAAAAAAACqo/93te_5OcNME/s400/little%2Bhelper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611438496595008066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj2aniAZPk4/Td_VqnhKXCI/AAAAAAAACqw/-wuMZ6vD3B8/s1600/LH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj2aniAZPk4/Td_VqnhKXCI/AAAAAAAACqw/-wuMZ6vD3B8/s400/LH2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611438588866223138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mommy we don't need kakak anymore. I will help her take care of mei mei when she is doing her cooking or washing. Am I a good boy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1695305835885935285?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1695305835885935285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1695305835885935285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1695305835885935285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1695305835885935285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-mommys-little-helper.html' title='I&apos;m mommy&apos;s little helper!!'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l56lGVhMHK4/Td_VlPx_WkI/AAAAAAAACqo/93te_5OcNME/s72-c/little%2Bhelper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8270356742482683481</id><published>2011-05-31T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:19:00.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day present</title><content type='html'>Oh...I made mommy too upset on Mother's Day till she didn't want to take photos of the mother's day present I gave her 2 days before the actual day. (read&lt;a href="http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother.html"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;for what happened on that day). Only until few days when she was spring cleaning the table, only she found the presents and took the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the yellow card and a pink carnation from school while the blue card from Bau Bei. Mommy said it was very nice. Do you think so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0s_c-ZzidPw/Td_QJ7MMa4I/AAAAAAAACqA/1DtFXi52FkE/s1600/mother%2527s%2Bday%2Bpresent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0s_c-ZzidPw/Td_QJ7MMa4I/AAAAAAAACqA/1DtFXi52FkE/s400/mother%2527s%2Bday%2Bpresent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611432529653164930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8270356742482683481?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8270356742482683481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8270356742482683481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8270356742482683481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8270356742482683481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-present.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day present'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0s_c-ZzidPw/Td_QJ7MMa4I/AAAAAAAACqA/1DtFXi52FkE/s72-c/mother%2527s%2Bday%2Bpresent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4667500430929783242</id><published>2011-05-30T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:39:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments - Siblings Love</title><content type='html'>Taken on 12/5/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Go1KNhbKJ60/Td_TT7YNqVI/AAAAAAAACqQ/93cfGk9wXuM/s1600/precious%2Bmoment%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Go1KNhbKJ60/Td_TT7YNqVI/AAAAAAAACqQ/93cfGk9wXuM/s400/precious%2Bmoment%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611436000037153106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZTJe9cLLeU/Td_TejEmr2I/AAAAAAAACqg/SCueMAKveZU/s1600/PM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZTJe9cLLeU/Td_TejEmr2I/AAAAAAAACqg/SCueMAKveZU/s400/PM2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611436182491017058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cpJrSL7lpU/Td_Tau8ZmBI/AAAAAAAACqY/uoRyWyfy_7M/s1600/PM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cpJrSL7lpU/Td_Tau8ZmBI/AAAAAAAACqY/uoRyWyfy_7M/s400/PM3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611436116958353426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4667500430929783242?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4667500430929783242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4667500430929783242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4667500430929783242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4667500430929783242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/precious-moments-siblings-love.html' title='Precious Moments - Siblings Love'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Go1KNhbKJ60/Td_TT7YNqVI/AAAAAAAACqQ/93cfGk9wXuM/s72-c/precious%2Bmoment%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3980019598148020322</id><published>2011-05-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:47:45.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My actual day birthday</title><content type='html'>My actual birthday fell on Monday. I went to school as normal. Mommy picked me up from school together with my grandparents. We then passed by the buddhist centre and went in for a visit a little while. Then we proceeded to Carrefour for my favourite KFC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love KFC a lot and I finished 1 drumstick, 1 big mashed potato, 1 bun, some french fries and 1/3 cup of milo. We then proceeded to the Carrefour to look for my bicycle. Grandma wanted to buy me a bicycle. My old bicycle, the tyre has spoilt. We couldn't find one that we wanted in Carrefour. We then proceeded to a bicycle shop around our neighbour. We finally found one and grandma bought it for me. I wanted a bell for the bicycle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and immediately wanted to cycle. When we reached home, I was supposed to nap but I just can't because in my heart, I just want evening to come soon, so that I can go to the park and cycle. Finally, grandpa brought me to the park in the evening for cycling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we all went to Subang old airport (SouthSea) for seafood dinner. No cake for this day as I have already cut my cake the day before during my birthday party. But I had a good day eating KFC and got my favourite bicycle too. Thank you grandma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9lH-UO3YJk/Td_Hf2jA1xI/AAAAAAAACpg/O9CPmv4oLxk/s1600/bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9lH-UO3YJk/Td_Hf2jA1xI/AAAAAAAACpg/O9CPmv4oLxk/s400/bicycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611423010759169810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3980019598148020322?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3980019598148020322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3980019598148020322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3980019598148020322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3980019598148020322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-actual-day-birthday.html' title='My actual day birthday'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9lH-UO3YJk/Td_Hf2jA1xI/AAAAAAAACpg/O9CPmv4oLxk/s72-c/bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5820973590138964072</id><published>2011-05-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:48:26.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday party</title><content type='html'>Well, was too busy to post up my birthday party photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a long waited party for mommy and myself. Daddy and mommy have been asking me where do I want to celebrate my birthday and I told them I wanted to do it at home. Of course, mommy tried to think somewhere more interesting and daddy prefer to do it outside (so he doesn't need to do any work) but finally we have decided to do it at home. Mommy make known that this is going to be a "children's party", so those invited were children around my age and their parents. We made it not too big, so mommy didn't need to prepare too much food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guest lists included my playground cum neighbourhood friends, classmates, mommy's best friend and a few daddy's cousins and my cousins. Around 20 adults and 8 children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2yItNQTCM8/Td_DG-twDlI/AAAAAAAACoY/TH-NvNI0teo/s1600/birthday%2Binvitations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2yItNQTCM8/Td_DG-twDlI/AAAAAAAACoY/TH-NvNI0teo/s400/birthday%2Binvitations.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611418185408450130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy prepared the party pack few days before(mommy forget to take the pictures and it was a reusable children bag, filled with cornflaks, milo, cheezels, biscuits and a water gun). Oh yeah, forget to mention that it was a "Water Play" party. Mommy also printed some invitation cards for my friends. She planned some simple party food and prepared a few party games for us. The fun part was the water play. Mommy took out the children's pool and let us dip inside the pool and play water gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it one day earlier and the party started at 12pm and lasted till 4pm. Mommy purposely prepared a kiddie meal for the children too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfWkH4KWqa0/Td_D-ivgBJI/AAAAAAAACpI/OXttI3i64x8/s1600/party%2Bfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfWkH4KWqa0/Td_D-ivgBJI/AAAAAAAACpI/OXttI3i64x8/s400/party%2Bfood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611419139972269202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also get to "decorate" or add our "condiments" to the ice-cream. After the meal, it was cake cutting ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My specially ordered cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNxHFHs5kYQ/Td_DkJXbehI/AAAAAAAACow/gq8mLU6TwPg/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNxHFHs5kYQ/Td_DkJXbehI/AAAAAAAACow/gq8mLU6TwPg/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611418686483823122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZC4aqfPOGA/Td_DR0e_HxI/AAAAAAAACog/HJBGJyn9gvI/s1600/birthday%2Bphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZC4aqfPOGA/Td_DR0e_HxI/AAAAAAAACog/HJBGJyn9gvI/s400/birthday%2Bphotos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611418371640729362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAgVsKaYTqA/Td_Dc2577ZI/AAAAAAAACoo/u_at3E3Dgu0/s1600/cake%2Bcutting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IAgVsKaYTqA/Td_Dc2577ZI/AAAAAAAACoo/u_at3E3Dgu0/s400/cake%2Bcutting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611418561269198226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy also bought a bottle of children's champaign. Daddy helped me to "pop" it up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekxn83QsZj4/Td_DvBf0luI/AAAAAAAACo4/blOMvZJEC90/s1600/champaign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekxn83QsZj4/Td_DvBf0luI/AAAAAAAACo4/blOMvZJEC90/s400/champaign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611418873350100706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then played some party games after we had our cake. Mommy prepared 3 games - musical chair, passing the parcel and "statues". Those who lose get a sticker each and the winner will have a present. But it seems like everyone was interested in the stickers and we were all happy about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzgRjpPSbRw/Td_D29Ira0I/AAAAAAAACpA/d11vnmCeP1s/s1600/games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzgRjpPSbRw/Td_D29Ira0I/AAAAAAAACpA/d11vnmCeP1s/s400/games.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611419009618242370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games, it was WATER PLAY time. We all jumped into the pool and started shooting water on each other. It was fun, fun fun. We dipped in the pool around 1/2 hr and it was time to get up as it started thundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended around 4pm. Mommy bathed me and I napped with grandpa in his room. I woke up around 6pm and it was "presents" time. We unwrapped every presents and the first present that I chose to open was from mommy and it was my "best present" of all. It was a standing microphone. I love it very much. Mommy really understands me well. I also like the "drawing board easel" from yi yi SY. Next, I love the cars from Aunty SL. These were my 3 favourite presents that I played almost everyday until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLS1ocWiGYQ/Td_EWgFHSrI/AAAAAAAACpY/S3QEdy_GUO8/s1600/unwrap%2Bpresents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLS1ocWiGYQ/Td_EWgFHSrI/AAAAAAAACpY/S3QEdy_GUO8/s400/unwrap%2Bpresents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611419551574477490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XGn9x_FXge8/Td_EMOcYtwI/AAAAAAAACpQ/2zzNqXL41eU/s1600/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XGn9x_FXge8/Td_EMOcYtwI/AAAAAAAACpQ/2zzNqXL41eU/s400/presents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611419375041558274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my presents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neq7CO1XKKg/Td_C5oddVNI/AAAAAAAACoQ/muOI69G-CGM/s1600/all%2Bpresents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neq7CO1XKKg/Td_C5oddVNI/AAAAAAAACoQ/muOI69G-CGM/s400/all%2Bpresents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611417956096234706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all the presents. I love it so much and I enjoyed the day very much, especially the water play session. I want it again, mommy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5820973590138964072?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5820973590138964072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5820973590138964072&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5820973590138964072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5820973590138964072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-birthday-party.html' title='My birthday party'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2yItNQTCM8/Td_DG-twDlI/AAAAAAAACoY/TH-NvNI0teo/s72-c/birthday%2Binvitations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4661205450299964595</id><published>2011-05-23T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:49:00.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 years old, my precious Darren...</title><content type='html'>Yes..couldn't believe my little baby has turned 5 years old. Time flies and he is now defintely more expressive, has his own character and mind set and everything "why why" stage of age. He can even answer back with reasons and excuses and has his own set of expectations and ways of doing things. Hence, it makes him harder to be disciplned as he is no longer the "yes yes follow mommy" boy anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he is still as emotional as before (we were watching a chinese movie 2 fridays back and he cried whole night after the show ended because he can feel for the little boy in this show who has lost his mommy and it took him a long time to settle his emotions). As compassionate and soft hearted too. A very sensible and loving boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to use the soft approach to teach him, not the hard way. Rottan will do the job but the most effective way is using reverse psycology. Tell him how much we love him and how can he do such thing to hurt us..yes, he can feel it and he will start crying after realising it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to imitate the adults. So he likes to play role play, like being a teacher. He loves cars too nowadays...pretend parking cars and follow how we park our cars - reverse, straight in or even diagonally parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He get be quite "manja" at times and wanted to be a baby again. He wants me to call him Baby Darren and he will answer me with a manja voice of "mama". Hahaha..I love it too..it brings back my old memories of him being a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren, mommy really wish you can be my little baby forever. Forever so innocent, so pure. You are so loved by so many people and mommy wish you are always that lucky, healthy and happy. Mommy loves you lots...muaks..muaks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4661205450299964595?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4661205450299964595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4661205450299964595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4661205450299964595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4661205450299964595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-5-year-old-my-precious-darren.html' title='Happy 5 years old, my precious Darren...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8073325319518173656</id><published>2011-05-16T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:34:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>Mommy told me today is "Teacher's Day". So, I must wish every teacher "Happy Teacher's Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, mommy kept asking me who I want to give a teacher's day present to. I've named it and named it over and there are a total of 9 teachers that I want to send to. Mommy was trying to think what can we give as a present..a mug? chocolates? photo frames? decorative item? Finally mommy decided to give some "sweet treats" to the teacher by packing it on our own. Why sweet treats? Coz mommy said the teacher can have all the "sugar" needed to maintain their energy and patience level when the teachers are too stress up with all the little monster like us. A sweet treat will make them a happier day..we hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mommy went out shopping for the candies and sweets and sourced for all small containers from our kitchen cabinets. We finally found 9 containers. The candies are not cheap nowadays. Mommy bought a total of about RM50 including candies and decorative items like flowers. (yeah..mommy said buy a complete gift also may not cost so much..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote all the messages on a piece of paper for every teacher and mommy helped me with the Chinese writing. She then get it done, wrapped and decorated on Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately we do not have enough candies for all 9. We can only have 8. So we have to omit 1 teacher. For some containers that do not have nice cap cover, mommy choose to decorate it with a cloth wrapped around the cap cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtQWbzoU5xo/TdC3B4e6CJI/AAAAAAAACn0/W5dsqiZ__qc/s1600/teaacher%2Bday%2Bzoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtQWbzoU5xo/TdC3B4e6CJI/AAAAAAAACn0/W5dsqiZ__qc/s400/teaacher%2Bday%2Bzoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607182779046037650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFuU0ivjWi4/TdC3Ub8mXBI/AAAAAAAACoE/jozjEeLXJKI/s1600/teacher%2Bday%2Bsweets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFuU0ivjWi4/TdC3Ub8mXBI/AAAAAAAACoE/jozjEeLXJKI/s400/teacher%2Bday%2Bsweets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607183097803463698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was thinking, how about some other teachers that I might have omitted? It may not been good if we give some and not others. But due to lack of candies and containers, mommy decided to give "fruit" to other teachers that were not in my list. She tied it with a ribbon and wrote the message and tag it on the fruit. Well, initially she thought of flowers but then, fruits will be more practical as it is healthy and the teacher can eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBj33_9U9Jo/TdC3M2EWkYI/AAAAAAAACn8/H6BmVOKZaoo/s1600/teacher%2527s%2Bday%2Bfruits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBj33_9U9Jo/TdC3M2EWkYI/AAAAAAAACn8/H6BmVOKZaoo/s400/teacher%2527s%2Bday%2Bfruits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607182967376351618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this morning, we left the school at 7.45am and mommy accompanied me inside and we gave the gifts to every teacher. Besides the 8 that in my lists, we also gave another 4 apples to other teachers that we met along. (luckily for the extra "fruit gift"). All the teachers were happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this teacher who taught me CHinese even give some feedback to mommy how I behaved in school. She said I always walked around when teacher is teaching or friends are doing homework. I never sit still but when she asked me to read, to her surprise, I know how to read. So, hopefull I can be more steady when I am 6 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks mommy for preparing the gifts and hope every teacher out there a happy teachers day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8073325319518173656?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8073325319518173656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8073325319518173656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8073325319518173656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8073325319518173656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtQWbzoU5xo/TdC3B4e6CJI/AAAAAAAACn0/W5dsqiZ__qc/s72-c/teaacher%2Bday%2Bzoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3311520990657387544</id><published>2011-05-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:41:22.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kleenex Mom's Day Out..</title><content type='html'>Mommy better thank me because I helped her won the Kleenex contest and she was one of the five lucky mommy bloggers who got to attend the Kleenex Mom's Day Out. Oklah..because of the event, she arranged me to stay in the school till 1.30pm and had my lunch there while she went to enjoy her pampering sessison in Sunway Resort Hotel and Spa on Wednesday. Let her tell you more about the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWrRvUTubwc/Tcv5ATTaSOI/AAAAAAAACmc/UnoD7lJ5ofI/s1600/setup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWrRvUTubwc/Tcv5ATTaSOI/AAAAAAAACmc/UnoD7lJ5ofI/s400/setup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605847944769718498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was held in one of the villas in Sunway hotel. It was beautifully setup and it defintely made us feel very "comfortable" in there. I registered at the registration counter and then later walked into the Kleenex room, where we had our hand massage pampering session. I was surprised to meet Merryn and Cynthia there. Thankfully that at least I knew somebody there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jAu8ksdlf0/Tcv_rN_iz0I/AAAAAAAACm8/_Jmd9pXYeKI/s1600/merryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jAu8ksdlf0/Tcv_rN_iz0I/AAAAAAAACm8/_Jmd9pXYeKI/s400/merryn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605855279148355394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provided a morning tea break before the official event started. I love their strawberries. It was just so big and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tw_XNxgMJPU/Tcv5suPqx3I/AAAAAAAACmk/hyc4Ccru9Sc/s1600/opening%2Bspeech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tw_XNxgMJPU/Tcv5suPqx3I/AAAAAAAACmk/hyc4Ccru9Sc/s400/opening%2Bspeech.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605848707916023666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tea break, the lauching finally started and it was officiated by singer Datuk Sheila Majid, family life educator Charis Patrick, educational and clinical psychologist Selina Ding and Terence Fu, marketing manager for family care, Kimberly-Clark Malaysia. The emcee of the day was the radio presenter, Shazmin Shamsuddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsPh2TmTvUk/Tcv7FFP9tJI/AAAAAAAACms/X8tHax2McWM/s1600/talk%2Bshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsPh2TmTvUk/Tcv7FFP9tJI/AAAAAAAACms/X8tHax2McWM/s400/talk%2Bshow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605850225919767698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lauch, the talk show "A touch of Comfort with Kleenex" started. We were focusing on the keyword "COMFORT" here. They talked about the rule of comfort in child development, all three speakers concurred that comfort in the form of safety, emotional security and overall feelings of well-being, is a very important factor in parenting. You can find more details over &lt;a href="http://parenthots.com/news_and_events/news/Kleenex-offers-advice-on-comfort.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I've learnt a lot from the talk show. They even have a group activity to teach us how to make a flower from the tissue and were given a set to make on our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the Avanti restaurant for our lunch. The lunch was good and we had a good time catching up with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3XivaIxgq0/Tcv8mfdtshI/AAAAAAAACm0/g7CLqdIwLUI/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3XivaIxgq0/Tcv8mfdtshI/AAAAAAAACm0/g7CLqdIwLUI/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605851899404071442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this is the first time I attended this kind of launching and I was glad I made it there. I was having a good time and enjoying myself in the event. I also brought back a goodies bag too. Thanks Kleenex for organising this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFVhUayMkHU/Tcv_5LdW_4I/AAAAAAAACnE/2TukQfzd9OM/s1600/goodie%2Bbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFVhUayMkHU/Tcv_5LdW_4I/AAAAAAAACnE/2TukQfzd9OM/s400/goodie%2Bbag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605855518986272642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3311520990657387544?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3311520990657387544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3311520990657387544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3311520990657387544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3311520990657387544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/kleenex-moms-day-out.html' title='Kleenex Mom&apos;s Day Out..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWrRvUTubwc/Tcv5ATTaSOI/AAAAAAAACmc/UnoD7lJ5ofI/s72-c/setup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3815100934659389271</id><published>2011-05-08T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:32:01.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from mommy on Mother's day</title><content type='html'>Dear Darren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love of my life, you make mommy TOO upset and disappointed on this day. Since yesterday morning, you have been very difficult and said nasty words to mommy. You finally make mommy cried on this Mother's day morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single wish from you on this special day, you even asked daddy to "change a new mommy!" Yes, I heard it...I heard it all from the toilet. It is all because of a handphone cover. An old handphone cover that mommy have asked you many times do you still want it, and you said you don't want it anymore. So we threw it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, you asked for it this morning and when I told you we have already threw it away, you throw a big tantrums over it. You forced mommy to find for you, you asked mommy to buy a new one for you. Not that mommy doesn't want to buy for you, mommy wanted to let you know not everything you want it, you can just have it. You have to "earn" it. Do you think mommy will buy for you when you talked to mommy so rude, behaved so badly towards mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was trying to talk to you nicely and softly but you were so angry till you threaten to hit me by taking out the long and thick stick (the rottan we called it) from the storeroom. You raised the stick up and though I know or I HOPE you won't really hit me, my heart got broken that minute. I was shocked, I was shocked by your behaviour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later daddy convinced you to come up and apologize to mommy. You came with your pride and didn't want to say "sorry". You pretend to play with my things and strike a conversations with me. But mommy was too sad to forgive you at this moment. I told you do not touch my thing since you didn't want this mommy anymore. You didn't even need to talk to me. You got angry again and you raised up the stool that you were holding and wanted to hit me AGAIN. For the second time, you wanted to hit mommy. Though later you said it in anger that you wanted to say sorry to me but that was not important to me anymore. It is not the word of sorry that I want to hear. What is the meaning of "sorry" if you don't really understand what you have done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many may think mommy is emotional and over-react but what you did was totally not acceptable by me, as a mother who take care and nurture you 24/7 and love you so dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the mother's day present you gave me this year, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;a heart broken mommy who still loves you much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3815100934659389271?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3815100934659389271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3815100934659389271&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3815100934659389271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3815100934659389271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother.html' title='A message from mommy on Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6371385547497641421</id><published>2011-05-06T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:37:46.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Melaka trip</title><content type='html'>Went back to Melaka last weekend for the long weekend because we wanted to celebrate my grandma birthday earlier. We left on Saturday evening and reached there at night. We had our birthday dinner celebration on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, the weather was so windy and not hot. Nice morning to to out. So, daddy brought us to Melaka beach. Grandpa followed us. The new "reclaimed land" was so new and clean. I was having lots of fun at the beach there. What did I do there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew kite. Grandpa bought me a kite and we flew kite...My kite flew so high up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9KPhC_4VDk/TcOlAUBqRYI/AAAAAAAACmE/9cX92GHpq64/s1600/melaka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9KPhC_4VDk/TcOlAUBqRYI/AAAAAAAACmE/9cX92GHpq64/s400/melaka1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603503786173285762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built sand castle. I watched OSO and learnt how to build castle. Pour the sand in the tub and kept patting the sand and turned the tub over...ta da....a sand castle is up..I enjoyed so much making the sand castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOZ4w17_KAk/TcOlH_-m0GI/AAAAAAAACmM/JKGjrlpUi9c/s1600/melaka%2Bsands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOZ4w17_KAk/TcOlH_-m0GI/AAAAAAAACmM/JKGjrlpUi9c/s400/melaka%2Bsands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603503918230720610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later mei mei started to feel sleepy and it reached 12 noon. It was getting hot and we left the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch at home, we went to Jusco Melaka. We shopped till evening and went back for dinner. Grandma cooked such sumptious meal for us during lunch and dinner..thank you grandma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Melaka the next morning around 11am and luckily no jam. Mei mei and I slept through the journey home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6371385547497641421?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6371385547497641421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6371385547497641421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6371385547497641421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6371385547497641421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-melaka-trip.html' title='My Melaka trip'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9KPhC_4VDk/TcOlAUBqRYI/AAAAAAAACmE/9cX92GHpq64/s72-c/melaka1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6463775917738446680</id><published>2011-05-04T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:22:26.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky or not lucky?</title><content type='html'>This morning when I forced to wake up to go to school by daddy and mommy...I was very grumpy and started to complain in the bathroom when preparing to wash up..Daddy was helping me in the bathroom while mommy was still lying on the bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: (Grumpy and sulking voice)..Mommy is so lucky and I am not lucky..&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: What? (Daddy didn't get what he meant while mommy was laughing loudly on the bed)&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Mommy is so lucky and I am NOT lucky..&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Why are you not lucky?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Because mommy can sleep long long and I cannot, I have to wake up..&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Then daddy also not lucky. Daddy also woke up and still need to work for the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;Darren: (loud and protesting voice) NO...you were lucky yesterday afternoon and everyday also I not lucky....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no matter how NOT LUCKY I am, I still finished washing up and bid mommy goodbye and went downstairs and go to school...sigh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6463775917738446680?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6463775917738446680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6463775917738446680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6463775917738446680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6463775917738446680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/lucky-or-not-lucky.html' title='Lucky or not lucky?'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8113450281104442059</id><published>2011-05-03T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:26:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The toy that I love..</title><content type='html'>I don't really like to play with toys since young. So, mommy has stopped buying me toys for a long long time, except for some educational toys and books. However, I don't really like it. I don't demand for toys too, even I go to the toys shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only toys that I played with nowadays are blocks and cars. I love to build a house, school, parking lot for my cars to park. One night, daddy noticed my cars are mostly old cars that have no more wheels. So, he told me he wanted to buy me new car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited. So, 2 Sundays ago, daddy brought me to Mid Valley Toys R Us. Daddy and I went shopping for cars while mommy did her own shopping with mei mei. I ended up buying back one remote control white colour "Mercedez". I love it very much. But mei mei is very scared when I use the remote control to drive the car. So, daddy finally convinced me not to use the remote control and manually push the car instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing the car every day since then. I really love it very much. Mommy said, she has not seen me love a toy so much. Of course la, buy something I like, I will sure play. Buy something "you" like, I won't play with it. That's simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me playing with the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_MSUtSn-30/Tb-8DPcZ5uI/AAAAAAAAClM/BG8ghBRS6l0/s1600/toy%2Bcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_MSUtSn-30/Tb-8DPcZ5uI/AAAAAAAAClM/BG8ghBRS6l0/s400/toy%2Bcar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602403225343485666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8113450281104442059?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8113450281104442059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8113450281104442059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8113450281104442059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8113450281104442059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/05/toy-that-i-love.html' title='The toy that I love..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_MSUtSn-30/Tb-8DPcZ5uI/AAAAAAAAClM/BG8ghBRS6l0/s72-c/toy%2Bcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2702597326894108024</id><published>2011-04-30T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:43:18.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Kleenex Facial &amp; Bath Tissues</title><content type='html'>Ding dong....yes...my long awaited parcel finally arrived...this is what I have received today - A Kleenex Comfort Kit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyMBujI42o0/Tbr0C1iWVnI/AAAAAAAACk0/FMLMXthEs74/s1600/IMG_3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyMBujI42o0/Tbr0C1iWVnI/AAAAAAAACk0/FMLMXthEs74/s400/IMG_3006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057416156698226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so eager and immediately we opened up the parcel. Inside the parcel, this is what we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft pillow, a box of Kleenex Brand Vintage Tissue and a CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHBlZfwsVc0/Tbr0pthm_6I/AAAAAAAACk8/IkKsxaZo2Ok/s1600/parcel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHBlZfwsVc0/Tbr0pthm_6I/AAAAAAAACk8/IkKsxaZo2Ok/s400/parcel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058084021010338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the soft pillow by Kleenex while surprisingly, Darren was fighting for the tissue box. He started opening it without asking for my permission. I didn't stop him because I know he will not have the interest in it as he HATES tissue. Since young, he never like me wiping his mouth or face with a tissue. He rather be dirty than using a tissue. To my surprise, he pulled out a piece and started to play with it. He used the tissue to wipe his face, his mouth and then roll it in his palm to make it like a ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then wanted a second piece. I have to stop him because I didn't want him to waste the tissue by playing with it. He negotiated and asked for just another piece. I was really surprised and wonder why is he so interested in the tissue paper. I then pulled out a piece myself and found out that this Kleenex Brand tissue was just so soft. It is really different from other brands that I've tried before. So happened Isabel spilled her water on the floor and immediately we pulled out a few pieces to wipe it dry. I was amazed by the absorption and the strength of the tissue. I can conclude that this Kleenex tissue is really of good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then read the information leaflet attached and found out that this brand new top quality Kleenex tissue is made with &lt;strong&gt;100% pure virgin fibre &lt;/strong&gt;and uses innovative technology to deliver improved softness and strength. It really fits our requirement as we really need soft and strong tissue in our family with children around. The best thing is this tissues are hypoallergenic, which make them suitable for even sensitive skin. Available as facial and bath tissues, Kleenex® tissues in 2 and 3-ply options, inject an element of soothing comfort and ease into everyday activities, from removing make-up to cleaning a child’s smudged face without leaving residue or crumbling when wet. In addition, its softer touch provides much-needed relief to sensitive noses, tender from repeated wiping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can also look out for a fresh new look featuring a more vibrant rose-inspired packaging in all major supermarkets, hypermarkets and pharmacies nationwide. Kleenex® 2 and 3-ply Facial Tissues are available in boxes and pocket packs, while Kleenex® 2 and 3-ply Bath Tissues are available in Jumbo and Mega pack formats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backed by popular demand, the specially designed Vintage-themed Kleenex® facial tissues now return in box packs too! I just love the elegant look of the Vintage themed design that just matches my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this IMPROVED KLEENEX® FACIAL AND BATH TISSUES, I will have no worries using it on my children anymore. I'm sure with the extra soft yet strong quality, my children will not reject them. It does really provide us the best in comfort and care that we are looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kleenex! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgrVub1GOgk/Tbr4lkOUkrI/AAAAAAAAClE/vhrur7iHu4w/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgrVub1GOgk/Tbr4lkOUkrI/AAAAAAAAClE/vhrur7iHu4w/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601062410851226290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2702597326894108024?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2702597326894108024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2702597326894108024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2702597326894108024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2702597326894108024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/04/latest-kleenex-facial-bath-tissues.html' title='Latest Kleenex Facial &amp; Bath Tissues'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyMBujI42o0/Tbr0C1iWVnI/AAAAAAAACk0/FMLMXthEs74/s72-c/IMG_3006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1062070886320035199</id><published>2011-04-26T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:06:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to.....</title><content type='html'>Well, mommy started "baking" this cake 2 Sundays ago and finally completed the whole thing last Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since mommy know that I love "cutting" birthday cake and she get the idea from &lt;a href="http://melo-jo.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-celebrate-or-not.html"&gt;Aunty Jolene's blog &lt;/a&gt;few weeks back, she decided to make one for me. She was looking up and down for the round styrofoam and finally she found it in the Craft shop in The Gardens, Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy putting up the candles and singing the birthday song to myself and once I blow the candles, everything flew off from the cake..oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then cut the cake in slices and serve in plates and share it with everyone. Now, my cake is always store in the microwave oven and waiting to be baked and decorated. Yummy..you want a slice too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want chocolate cake? or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwS6drXOc38/TbZ8Zz35mgI/AAAAAAAACkc/Fg-sL37kGbo/s1600/cake%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwS6drXOc38/TbZ8Zz35mgI/AAAAAAAACkc/Fg-sL37kGbo/s400/cake%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599799969545034242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-3F1LBv2Xs/TbZ8gcUC_yI/AAAAAAAACkk/iM5mTSt9a5s/s1600/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-3F1LBv2Xs/TbZ8gcUC_yI/AAAAAAAACkk/iM5mTSt9a5s/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599800083479723810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banana cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxs_ANN8pJI/TbZ8qD5DppI/AAAAAAAACks/kPI8-fXEOd0/s1600/banana%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxs_ANN8pJI/TbZ8qD5DppI/AAAAAAAACks/kPI8-fXEOd0/s400/banana%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599800248722761362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1062070886320035199?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1062070886320035199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1062070886320035199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1062070886320035199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1062070886320035199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to.html' title='Happy Birthday to.....'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwS6drXOc38/TbZ8Zz35mgI/AAAAAAAACkc/Fg-sL37kGbo/s72-c/cake%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5729236229358220080</id><published>2011-04-25T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:55:07.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Nigel are English boys</title><content type='html'>@ 4 years 11 months and 2 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren was telling mommy what has been happeneing at school last week in the bedroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Mommy, Adam .... bla bla bla...(telling the story)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Who is Adam? Adam, the Indian boy?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No, mommy. Adam is a English boy.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: English boy? hahaha...no..is Adam dark dark colour?&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No mommy..Adam is a English boy... Then ar, Nigel bla bla bla (continue his story)..&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ok..Nigel is a Chinese boy right? &lt;br /&gt;Darren: No..Nigel is a English boy too.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Nigel has the same skin colour like you, right? So, he is a Chinese boy la. (I'm pretty sure Nigel is a Chinese boy)&lt;br /&gt;Darren: No mommy! I asked Nigel, "Can you speak Chinese?" He said "I cannot speak Chinese, I can only speak English." So, Nigel is a English boy. Adam also cannot speak Chinese. Like me, if you ask me "Can you speak Chinese?" "Yes, I can". Then I am a Chinese boy.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (scratching head..how to explain the meaning of "RACE" to a  5 year old boy? Tried explaining and gave examples a few times but still fail to get in to him..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until today, he is still thinking Adam and Nigel are English boys and he is a Chinese boy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5729236229358220080?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5729236229358220080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5729236229358220080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5729236229358220080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5729236229358220080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/04/adam-and-nigel-are-english-boys.html' title='Adam and Nigel are English boys'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5435219303918988165</id><published>2011-04-14T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:10:21.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on hip and eye problem..</title><content type='html'>2 updates by mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip pain&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Thank God after 5-6 days of no extreme running, jumping and walking, he has no complain over his hip pain anymore. He is able to walk and climb up stairs like normal now. I was thinking if his pain still persist till (last) Saturday, I'll send him to see his previous othorpedic in Sunway again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One incident happened on last Wednesday (4th day of the hip pain). He was climbing up the stairs to Bau Bei center. I asked him whether his leg still pain and can he walk up himself and he said his leg was ok already, no pain. The lazy me trusted his words and didn't make the effort to walk up with him. Apparently his hip still hurts and he was climbing the stairs pretty slow, one leg at a time for both leg on the same steps before climbing the next step. About 3/4 of the stairs, I think he found himself climbing too slow and tried to climb one leg each on each steps (like normal way of walking up stairs). Poor boy, his right hip couldn't support his leg and nearly fall from the stairs. Luckily he bent forward and he just kneel down on the stairs. That minute I felt so bad and sad for him. I should have walked him up and what if he fell down from the stairs. Luckily he was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am relieve now that the pain has gone and hope it won't come back again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye problem (vision updates)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we sent him for eye checkup. Good news is his vision has slight improvement but his left eye is still slightly slower than his right eye. He still needs to do his patching but limited to 30 mins to 1 hr daily (no more than 1 hour). We can skip one day or two and it will not affect him much at this point of time. I was thinking we can totally stop patching..sigh...but seems like we still need to carry on with the patching exercise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His power will be reassessed again in another 5 months time but we requested to be earlier because his lenses has some scratches. We would like to change his frame because we feel that his current frame is a little bit too big for him. So, the doctor said we can go back to her in another 2 -3 months time for reassessment before we make a new pair of spectacles for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news....sigh..Isabel's long sightedness is BAD...more than 400 from initial findings. She was not co-operative and couldn't get the actual power. She might need to put on the spectacles ASAP before the squint comes in. I'll blog more about it in her blog. Currently we need to monitor if she starts squinting. I couldn't accept that...and my heart ache whenever I think about it. I am not prepared to see my girl wearing specacles at this age. NO NO NO WAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5435219303918988165?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5435219303918988165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5435219303918988165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5435219303918988165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5435219303918988165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/04/updates-on-hip-and-eye-problem.html' title='Updates on hip and eye problem..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8927618944597414319</id><published>2011-04-04T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:43:11.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Pain II</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren and myself went back to Ipoh duing the last weekend for a visit to my parents and my nanny. We took a lift from my god sister down to Ipoh on Saturday 12pm and back by ETS (electrain train) on Sunday 7pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was all running up and down on Saturday in the hotel (together with all my sisters) but woke up with a leg pain on Sunday morning. I did not take note earlier as I thought it was just a minor leg pain and will go off in an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he was limping the whole day and complaining to me about his leg pain on and off throughout the whole day. Certain angle will aggrevate his pain and he will make an obvious "Ouch" sound. In the afternoon, I checked on his leg and couldn't find anything wrong besides a small mosquito bite. I assume it was the bite but deep in my heart I was suspecting something else because a mosquito bite would not caused such pain in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain persisted till night and finally we arrived home. In the train, I recalled an incident of &lt;a href="http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2009/04/hip-pain.html"&gt;"hip pain"&lt;/a&gt; that happened to him 2 years back in April 2009. I started to suspect his so called "leg pain" is actually caused by the hip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I told hubby about it. After taken my bath, hubby confirmed that his pain is from the hip and not from his leg after performing a few tests. Immediately I checked my blog and found the post on "hip pain" and read it again. It stated his right leg and true enough, it is his RIGHT leg again that is having the pain. It double confirmed our suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not send him to school today and asked him to rest at home. I am a bit worried as why will he get hip pain. The hip pain causes can be quite scary and I refused to think about it. If this is really the same problem, does it mean his hip is really having a problem, that's why it reoccur? If not, why the pain comes back in 2 years time. It is scary to think about that. I just wish his pain will go away soon, so that he doesn't need to go through another round of x-ray and ultrasound and blood test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...please..pray for him and hope Darren's leg will be fine when I get home tonight (I am working this whole week). I am really worried...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8927618944597414319?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8927618944597414319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8927618944597414319&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8927618944597414319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8927618944597414319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/04/hip-pain-ii.html' title='Hip Pain II'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-60833652794061923</id><published>2011-03-24T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:48:46.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School holiday activities</title><content type='html'>School holiday is over and 1 week just passed like that..what did I do during my school holiday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not do much and mostly stayed at home for the whole week. Well, I woke up whenever I want (around 9am+) and slept as late as I wanted (11pm-12am). Besides watching tv, playing phones, building blocks, playing cars.I did some special activities with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making pizza. &lt;br /&gt;I did most of the work and am proud of it. It was just so delicious that I bite my finger while eating the pizza. I wanted to eat 2 pieces but was just too full for me. So I finished 1 1/2 of bread size pizza. Yummy..yummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1314E0z-o/TYcoJNvkzHI/AAAAAAAACjE/DEtGPuVgq6k/s1600/pizza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1314E0z-o/TYcoJNvkzHI/AAAAAAAACjE/DEtGPuVgq6k/s400/pizza1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586478001549528178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecVLKqM-pDY/TYcoPVbEcZI/AAAAAAAACjM/M7XGAbQ3748/s1600/pizza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecVLKqM-pDY/TYcoPVbEcZI/AAAAAAAACjM/M7XGAbQ3748/s400/pizza2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586478106690220434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. T-shrit design.&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I designed my own t-shrit. I drew my favourite house, lovely family members and it is my HOME SWEET HOME. Behind the t-shrit,  I drew a birthday cake (with mommy's help) and a birthday wish to myself. I decorated the sleeves with colourful pattern too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NglVpbFKjEM/TYcoj0M36qI/AAAAAAAACjc/y1QNbHCzTfk/s1600/t-shirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NglVpbFKjEM/TYcoj0M36qI/AAAAAAAACjc/y1QNbHCzTfk/s400/t-shirt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586478458549562018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fCqyQzwjBg/TYcodWJ65tI/AAAAAAAACjU/sgZafRB2crQ/s1600/t-shirt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fCqyQzwjBg/TYcodWJ65tI/AAAAAAAACjU/sgZafRB2crQ/s400/t-shirt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586478347404895954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Outdoor activities..&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to arrange a picnic but fail because most of our friends are not available. So, mommy brought me to the playground near and far to release my energy. On Friday morning, we laid the mat at a playground in our neighbourhood and we enjoyed the good weather. Mei mei enjoyed crawling at the mat and I enjoyed the playground, playing badminton and playing with mei mei in the open air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcpfU7Kkh1U/TYco_8k3E1I/AAAAAAAACjs/qd3l2rYDlts/s1600/park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcpfU7Kkh1U/TYco_8k3E1I/AAAAAAAACjs/qd3l2rYDlts/s400/park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586478941833990994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening if it is not raining, I'll bug mommy to bring me to playground opposite our house to find my friend to play badminton or cycling. It was so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is my strong supporter??? My mei mei...she is always sitting down there supporting me by laughing or making noise...look at the pictures yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k0pmgNcMS8/TYcoxWOuY7I/AAAAAAAACjk/WsvAwVuK2d8/s1600/badminton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k0pmgNcMS8/TYcoxWOuY7I/AAAAAAAACjk/WsvAwVuK2d8/s400/badminton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586478691022431154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the holiday was short and sound boring, it was a relaxing and fun holiday for us. Mommy found it relaxing too because she didn't need to send me to school. Mommy enjoyed the holiday very much too...she found me to be so easy to handle nowadays since I am alrady a big boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the next holiday coming, shall we plan for something more interesting???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-60833652794061923?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/60833652794061923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=60833652794061923&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/60833652794061923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/60833652794061923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-holiday-activities.html' title='School holiday activities'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1314E0z-o/TYcoJNvkzHI/AAAAAAAACjE/DEtGPuVgq6k/s72-c/pizza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2117433729905581675</id><published>2011-03-20T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:58:09.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time away from mommy..</title><content type='html'>A message to my dear Darren from mommy on my 4 years 9 months 3 weeks and 4 days old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious darling Darren boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy couldn't believe you really followed daddy to JB just now. Although I did have that thought earlier on but I never wanted you to go. So, mommy never even brought it up. You have been bugging me that you wanted to follow daddy to JB because you wanted to see lau yi. To distract you, mommy promised will bring you out this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has planned so many things for you this evening after daddy left. We can go shopping, go to the park. Mommy even thought of planting a seed with you this evening (mommy even prepared the container already). Mommy planned to bring you to Aunty Angela's house...and so on..just to keep you occupy. I know you are pretty boring at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until daddy mentioned to bring you along to JB, you sounded so excited. Immediately you packed your stuff..Funny thing is, the first thing you did was to take out your small BEN10 pouch and packed the netbook cable and the netbook itself. Just like the way daddy packed..exactly like father like son. It was just so funny...how about clothes? Daddy packed your clothes in your BEN10 school bag. It was such a wierd and funny feeling. You were extremely excited..though mommy didn't feel like letting you go but how can mommy kill your excitement by making you stay behind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you board daddy's car and bid and kiss me goodbye. Everyone can see that mommy missed you more that you missed mommy. You were thrilled. Mommy reminded you to take good care of yourself in lau yi's house and not to run here and there. This mark the first time you are going away without mommy being with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you left, mommy's heart felt so empty. The whole house looked so empty and sounded so quiet, though mei mei is still here. Mommy missed your presence SO SO SO MUCH. I can't helped but kept thinking of you. Mommy couldn't help but went to the bedroom and smelled your clothes...as if I am not gonna see you for a long time..you are just going away for 1 day 1 night1! But mommy already misses you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has no mood to do anything...mommy just wanted the time to pass faster...so that mommy can see you again soon. Mommy really misses you A LOT... When evening is here, mommy looked at the park outside. Looking at the good weather, mommy was telling kakak, "Darren sure bug me to bring him to park if he is around.." Mommy can't stop thinking of you...mommy can't stop imagining what we will be doing if you were with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, mommy loves being with you. Mommy loves taking care of you..mommy loves spending time with you...though daddy's good intention is to give mommy a break, so mommy won't need to take care of 2 while daddy is away..but mommy just doesn't want you to go...mommy feels so insecure without you around me..everything seems so quiet and empty...Darren..you are just so important to me, you know..Mommy just LOVE YOU VERY MUCH....VERY MUCH... though you are already a big boy, mommy just couldn't want to part with you for any minutes, any seconds..(besides going to school)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy yourself in JB and mommy is looking forward to see you tomorrow..past midnight I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves you much, Darren!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2117433729905581675?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2117433729905581675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2117433729905581675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2117433729905581675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2117433729905581675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-time-away-from-mommy.html' title='First time away from mommy..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7672007323852042836</id><published>2011-03-19T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:33:31.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Park 6/3/2011</title><content type='html'>It was a Sunday morning. The weather was fine and not too hot. Since everyone woke up early and I love birds, mommy suggested to daddy that we should go to Bird Park. It was such last minute decision. After packing everything, it was about 9.30am when we left the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us very long to reach the Bird Park. We were stucked in a massive traffic jam nearing Jalan Parlimen for almost 1 hour. We then saw some helicopters flying around too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9phEcu7Htc/TYOWavdGpdI/AAAAAAAACik/_Mj4IWYpxAI/s1600/helikopter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9phEcu7Htc/TYOWavdGpdI/AAAAAAAACik/_Mj4IWYpxAI/s400/helikopter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585473349028849106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there were some event going on. All of us were getting so impatient in the car, especially mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the Bird Park nearing 11am. I was quite scared with the birds flying around. We then saw peacock too. While mommy was trying to show me some white colour birds (yes...we don't know the name of the birds), suddenly a group of birds flying towards us..we didn't know what was happening and we were trying to find our way out. Later only we discovered that it was the feeding time for the birds and the worker there actually throw the bird food around us, hence the birds are all flying towards us. It was really scary. Mommy, kakak and myself were all frightened by the birds. Daddy was pushing mei mei in the stroller and while the bird flew above daddy, the bird poo poo on daddy's shirt..oh SHIT...it was so dirty and funny at the same time..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy then bought ice cream for us. We then went to see flamingo at the flamingo pond, where mei mei has her milk there too. Then we proceed to the hornbill park. Then we quickly rushed to the amphitheater to watch the bird show. It was fun watching the show. The birds are so smart and colourful. Mei mei was already asleep in her stroller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show finished, I then requested to go to play at the playground. I like the tunnel slide there. Then it was about 2pm and it is getting hot and tired. So, we walked out and saw some chicken and parrots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not finish visiting the whole place. Daddy said we can come back some other time. We then proceed to have our lunch in SS2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a short trip, it was very fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birds that we saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TalxCfB-Q64/TYOWp83qxuI/AAAAAAAACis/aYOwZByHNb4/s1600/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TalxCfB-Q64/TYOWp83qxuI/AAAAAAAACis/aYOwZByHNb4/s400/birds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585473610327967458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the bird park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_M7qs4S_gBw/TYOXFU7UWmI/AAAAAAAACi8/h7OTjqnCas0/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_M7qs4S_gBw/TYOXFU7UWmI/AAAAAAAACi8/h7OTjqnCas0/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585474080642194018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei mei sleeping in the stroller in the bird park and later woke up happily when we went in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWwuDMAbN5o/TYOW52PtoQI/AAAAAAAACi0/3tujZ0n6ELQ/s1600/Isabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CWwuDMAbN5o/TYOW52PtoQI/AAAAAAAACi0/3tujZ0n6ELQ/s400/Isabel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585473883427676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7672007323852042836?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7672007323852042836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7672007323852042836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7672007323852042836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7672007323852042836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/03/bird-park-632011.html' title='Bird Park 6/3/2011'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9phEcu7Htc/TYOWavdGpdI/AAAAAAAACik/_Mj4IWYpxAI/s72-c/helikopter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2439593076369996761</id><published>2011-03-15T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:12:29.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech therapy</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy on my 4 years 9 mths 2 weeks 6 days old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren was a late talker. He started really talking is around 3 years old. We once sent him for speech assessment in December 2009 (3.5 yrs old) and found out that he has articulation problem in pronouncing letter c,g and k. We did not send him for therapy because we wanted to give him some time since he started talking late. However, along the way, his speech has improved a lot but still he couldn't pronounced c,g,k properly..eg...gong gong, cat, kor kor, goat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he started stuttering on and off when he started to speak longer sentences. We thought it was a phase and soon he will pass. Somehow his stuttering comes and goes and it lasted till last year end. His stuttering started with repeated the syllabus like "mo mo mo mommy..", "I I I I want to..", "please please please give..." Then my mil always asked him to think first before he said anything. Then he started to keep saying "let me think first"..before he wanted to say something...then it get improved a while...then it comes back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till last year end, he is more aware of his own stuttering and tried to control it himself. Somehow, from "I I I I want to.." kind of stutter..it has become grasping breath kind of action (with his mouth open up wanted to say the word) before he can utter the word out. I think he is trying not to repeat the words, hence controlling the word coming out from his mouth..but he wanted to say something, so he sounded like "asthmatic" (aah ahhh ahhh ahh) before he said the word. Later, he even started jumping when he couldn't say the word out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we decided we should sent him for another assessment since it has past 1 year since the previous assessment. He was sent for the articulation assessment again and confirmed he still has the same problem though it has improved. When I mentioned about the stuttering, the therapist said he needed another separate assessment (i never knew different problem needs different assessment and it costs differently). So, we sent him for the stuttering assessment after CNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came out that he has severe stuttering problem. So he needs average around 20 sessions (1 session per week till he is better then maybe once every forthnight) of stuttering therapy. I was shocked. No choice, we have to send him for his good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after the therapist explained to me the therapy they are going to use on him (Lidcombe program), I did not have confidence in the program. It is more of a behaviorial therapy and we use praise to compliment his smooth talking and don't pick up so much of his stuttering. But how can we not to pick it up when he stutters so much. It does irriate me and very distraccting when he starts stuttering. Also, it is the parent responsibility to do the therapy and the therapist is there to guide the parent how to do it at home. We need to do it every day for 15min as a start and have to ask him the right questions, so that he started with answering you with 2 syllabus, then proceed to 3 syllabus, 4 syllabus and slowly to longer and longer sentences. I need to really crack my brain juice to come out with the right quesitons to ask and at the same time focus on the game we are playing. It is definitely not easy on me. But hubby convinced me to try before jumping to any conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we signed up for 4 sessions as a start to see how he does. After the first sessions, we practised that at home everyday. He did better during the therapy sessions but still stutters during other times. He is now aware the therapy that we are going through and luckily he is very co-operative towards it. He stutters less with shorter sentences but once the sentences goes longer, he starts his stuttering again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd session emphasised on helping hin to break longer sentences to shorter sentences. But we did not have much chance practising it coz we were busy with things last week. Somehow, we see great improvement in his daily conversations too. He did not stutter much and speak slower. I was happy so I start to slack on his therapy session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week supposed to be his 3rd session and I have postponed it to next week because we did not do our homework during last week and I feel his situation has improved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he does not need to continue somemore after his 4th session because it just takes up so much time to send him there every week. I have to leave Isabel with maid at home and he has to skip his school too. As for his articulation problem, the therapy also taught me some technique to help him pronounce it properly but again I have no time for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray hard that his speech will improve soon....feel so heartache seeing him having so many problems (vision and speech) as he grows and I just wish my kids can grow up normally. That's all I want...not too greedy isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2439593076369996761?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2439593076369996761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2439593076369996761&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2439593076369996761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2439593076369996761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/03/speech-therapy.html' title='Speech therapy'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-4952942851950582659</id><published>2011-03-10T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T14:30:02.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be the dance teacher</title><content type='html'>Today in the music class, teacher asked to choose the best 4 dancers to come out and act as teacher. I wanted to be one of them but I was not chosen. I felt so sad till I cried in the class. They chose 3 boys and 1 girl to be the teacher. When the class finished, Emily came forward and sayang me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-4952942851950582659?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4952942851950582659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=4952942851950582659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4952942851950582659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/4952942851950582659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-be-dance-teacher.html' title='I want to be the dance teacher'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8469878327035016984</id><published>2011-03-05T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:00:04.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backdated post: CNY2011</title><content type='html'>Have been so busy lately. 1 month backdated post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled back to Melaka on the night of 1/2/2011 (29th of chinese date) after daddy arrived home from outstation trip. We left around 9pm and arrived Melaka 10.30pm, no jam. I played with my grandparents till past midnight and slept around 1am. However, mei mei was not adjusting well to the new environment and only slept at 3am+. I've upgraded to sleeping on the bed while mei mei and mommy slept on the mattress on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up early and started playing. First time I am playing pop pop too. My uncle and cousins also arrived home in the morning. In the afternoon, we went to a poh poh's house to pray for my great-grandparents. After the prayer, we went to lunch at the food court in Mydin hypermarket. Oh yeah...today is mommy and daddy 9th wedding anniversary. Mommy said today lunch very special..instead of eating at restaurant, we at food court food..haha...Later, daddy bought a remote helicopter home for everyone to play. I bought a "Disney playhouse magazine" because mommy said I should be like my cousins who love to read and not playing with ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reuion dinner was nice. This year we did not join the rest of the relatives for reunion dinner because they were having it in KL. Grandma insisted that we should have our own in Melaka. Nothing much we did after dinner and we slept early that night. Mei mei was better that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up early again to play with my cousins. We had lunch at home. After lunch, we played the helicopter but I am just so afraid of it. It is not easy to control and it always drop after a certain height. I also sing and dance according to the CNY DVD grandpa bought. I played computer too together with my cousins. Well, of course, I also received angpows from everyone too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Melaka house around 4pm and went to Aunty Welody's house for visiting. I ate a lot of cookies. We left Melaka around 5pm and went straight to Benny gong gong's house for dinner. There are so much to eat and so many people to play with. I enjoyed myself very much that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day of CNY, mommy brought me to yi yi SY house to see lion dance. There is this "big head" smiling face kept playing and chasing us. We ran and ran and I got a shock when suddenly they played the firecrackers without informing us. Luckily mommy was around to carry me away. Then we went to 1Utama for shopping in the afternoon. Daddy wanted to get something. After that, we thought of doinng some visiting but most of them were not available. So, we ended up having dinner at "Wong kok char chang teng" and headed back home after that. Mommy has to pack clothes for next day going back to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day of CNY we went back Ipoh. In the morning, we went to opposite neighbour house for visiting. Then after my grandparents left, we headed to Ipoh around 2pm. We arrived yi yi SS's house in the evening. At night, we have dinner at a restaurant. Gong gong and I sang song at the restaurant after the dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day, we went out for breakfast. After breakfast, we went back yi yi SS's house and I played with my cousin sister. Mommy went for prayer at the temple. After that, there were more people coming to yi yi SS house and I have fun talking and socialising with them. Around 5pm, we went to Tualang for seafood dinner. After dinner, we went to ah tai's house for visiting. Again, I played with Goh Chin Nam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Ipoh on the 5th day. We had lunch with gong gong and poh poh. We then headed back to KL around 4pm but arrived only 8pm. The traffic was terrible. We went for steamboat dinner at sunway when we arrived. Everyone was so tired after reaching home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything resume normal on the 6th day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures taken during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did on 1st day of CNY in grandparent's house in Melaka - playing remote control helicopter; singing CNY song, playing computers and receiving ang pows too (that's not mommy in the picture, is my aunty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BD7qiq5JLQQ/TXHsTO810rI/AAAAAAAACgk/j1vrlLntKNA/s1600/what%2Bi%2Bdid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BD7qiq5JLQQ/TXHsTO810rI/AAAAAAAACgk/j1vrlLntKNA/s400/what%2Bi%2Bdid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580501228463706802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of CNY at yi yi SY's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hml1leQDqmE/TXHs3taV_zI/AAAAAAAACgs/OHgeD-kyojI/s1600/2nd%2Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hml1leQDqmE/TXHs3taV_zI/AAAAAAAACgs/OHgeD-kyojI/s400/2nd%2Bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580501855115804466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something special we did during this CNY..hahaha...my mommy did nail art for her toes on the 2nd day and I wanted it as well. It is so nice and I insisted that I want to do the same. So, here are the mother and son toes with nail art..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uujM6vN13EA/TXHtaudrXnI/AAAAAAAACg0/XhOvkAM0QAg/s1600/toenails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uujM6vN13EA/TXHtaudrXnI/AAAAAAAACg0/XhOvkAM0QAg/s400/toenails.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580502456693644914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8469878327035016984?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8469878327035016984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8469878327035016984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8469878327035016984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8469878327035016984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/03/backdated-post-cny2011.html' title='Backdated post: CNY2011'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BD7qiq5JLQQ/TXHsTO810rI/AAAAAAAACgk/j1vrlLntKNA/s72-c/what%2Bi%2Bdid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7832841448930353174</id><published>2011-02-24T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:08:11.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any recommendations for baby monitor with camera?</title><content type='html'>My mommy is looking for a baby monitor that comes with camera. Anyone has good recommendation? Anyone has heard or used the "Imon Baby Monitor" before? Any feedback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that Graco also has one that comes with camera. But didn't know where to get it and price. Any idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7832841448930353174?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7832841448930353174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7832841448930353174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7832841448930353174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7832841448930353174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/02/any-recommendations-for-baby-monitor.html' title='Any recommendations for baby monitor with camera?'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3134038418112246523</id><published>2011-02-19T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:23:04.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Darren's eye checkup</title><content type='html'>We went for his 4th eye checkup this morning. His eye checkups is scheduled almost every 1.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is his condition has improved tremendously compared to 1.5 months ago. He can see much better (up to the 5th or 6th row as compared to previous 3rd row) for both the eyes. It also means that his left eye has catch up with his right eye now. His squint has also gone and his eye balls are straight with the help of the glasses now. Doctor said if his eye vision maintained as good during the next visit, he doesn't need to do the eye patching anymore. Hoorey.... 6 more weeks to go. However, he still need to wear the glasses all the time. I am just so happy with the progress. Worth all the effort in patching his eyes 1hr daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we have another bad news. We sent Isabel for the eye checkup too this round. Sad to hear that she has long sightedness too and is higher than other normal babies. Very likely she will end up with wearing glasses too. My heart broken when I heard this. So far, she has no squint yet. The squint will come in when she starts to look at very tiny things, probably at the age of 3-4 years old. The next round when we send Darren for checkup (6 weeks later), we will apply eye drops for her and will have a detail check at the nerves and her power to determine when does she need the glasses. Another heartache!! I really hate to see my children wearing glasses. Where do they get the bad genes from??? Sob...sob....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I just hope her power is not too high and no need to wear glasses so early. I can't imagine forcing/managing a toddler wearing glasses at the age of 1 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3134038418112246523?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3134038418112246523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3134038418112246523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3134038418112246523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3134038418112246523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/02/updates-on-darrens-eye-checkup.html' title='Updates on Darren&apos;s eye checkup'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1125426021418103316</id><published>2011-01-31T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:07:38.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐, 恭喜发财!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUZfp1h9y-I/AAAAAAAACfw/6yu3hJnY6WI/s1600/CNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUZfp1h9y-I/AAAAAAAACfw/6yu3hJnY6WI/s400/CNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568243161639013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On behalf of my family, we wish everyone a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;新年快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;恭喜发财&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;歲歲平安&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;年年有餘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;红包拿来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1125426021418103316?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1125426021418103316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1125426021418103316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1125426021418103316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1125426021418103316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='新年快乐, 恭喜发财!!'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUZfp1h9y-I/AAAAAAAACfw/6yu3hJnY6WI/s72-c/CNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5210694171816231869</id><published>2011-01-27T22:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:40:57.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong 2010</title><content type='html'>a very backdated post.. (26.12.2010 - 30.12.2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a last minute decision that daddy decided to bring us to Hong Kong for holiday. With the help of daddy's friend, we managed to book a 4 nights stay (yes, 4 nights...only my daddy will do such thing, book 4 nights in Disneyland...mommy said he is crazy.) in Hollywood hotel in Hong Kong Disneyland just right after Christmas and before New Year. Luckily daddy also managed to get last minute air tickets to Hong Kong too. Well, it was a peak season then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all excited but not mei mei because daddy and mommy said mei mei is still very young, so we left her behind with my grandma and kakak at home. Since December is winter time in Hong Kong, daddy spent around RM1K for our winter clothings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited because mommy said I will be seeing Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Goofy and Pluto and even having breakfast with them. I asked mommy will we see Oh Toodles and go to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse but mommy said no wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 December 2010 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We took the 5.45pm flight and arrived HK around 10+pm. I was not very excited over the aeroplane. I was more interested in daddy's new phone. When I get into the aeroplane, I was attracted to the buttons that can change the tv channels. I sat at the window and I insisted daddy sat next to me. I was a bit nervous and scared when the aeroplane starting to take off. Daddy kept asking me to look out and see how high we were but I was a bit scared and just took a peek. I did not really enjoy the flying and very fast I dozed off not long after we were in the sky. Daddy and mommy got to enjoy their in flight movie. I slept almost the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, it was already night time and the weather was cold, around 12 degrees. Daddy put on the jacket for me and we took a cab straight to Hollywood Hotel in HK Disneyland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was so clean and spacious enough for us. Mommy booked a breakfast at the Enchanted Garden the next morning at 7.30am, so we slept before 12am that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJxQK25zGI/AAAAAAAACe4/LwG3y0TDl-g/s1600/day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJxQK25zGI/AAAAAAAACe4/LwG3y0TDl-g/s400/day1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567136611989834850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 December 2010 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We were a bit late and rushed to the Enchanted Garden in Disneyland hotel for our breakfast with the cartoon character. The weather was nice and cooling in the morning. I met Mickey, Goofy, Pluto and Daisy. Since we arrived there around 8.15am, I did not manage to meet Donald and Minnie. I did not eat much and busy looking at the cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the breakfast, we proceed to Disneyland. It was a long walk before reaching the entrance. It was sunny that morning. Not that cold. Daddy rented a stroller at the park and I refused to sit coz it is not MY stroller. I make a bit of fuss there and finally mommy managed to convince me to sit on it. I started to feel tired after waking up so early, meeting with the cartoon characters and a long walk to the park, I started to misbehaved. Moreover, I get stress after seeing the crowd. I wanted to go back to the hotel. I did not really enjoy myself and seeing the crowd. Mommy was getting frustrated with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy wanted to get me excited, so we went to the Tomorrowland first. Mommy asked me whether want to sit the Orbitron but I did not want. Then, we go for the Autopia. I was all happy when I finally get to "drive" the car. I sat with daddy and mommy was in front of us. Then we proceeded to watch the "Stitch Encounter" and later play the "Buzz Lightyear Astros Blasters". I got tired after all the playing and when there was a street performance at the Main street, I fell asleep in the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy then pushed me to the Fantasyland and they have their lunch there while I continued napping. After I woke up, I had my lunch. After the lunch, we then went for the "Cinderella Carousel". I sat with mommy and I enjoyed it because I saw this carousel in "Special Agent OSO". Then we proceeded to the "Mickey's PhilharMagic". This is my first time watching a 3D show. I love Donald and he is very funny. On the other hand, I was frighten by the sudden object flying in front of me. Then, we went to take a train ride the around the park. The sky was getting darker at it approached night time and the weather was getting colder. I wore my favourite wind breaker and gloves. After the train ride, the sky was dark and we went to "it's a small world". The lighting was so nice at night. After that, we walked back to the Main street and waited for the fireworks. The fireworks started at 9pm and it was still early. So, we visited some shops there and queued up to take photos with my favourite cartoon characters - Mickey and Minnie. Then we sat the side to wait for the fireworks to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks was fantastic and I enjoyed it very much. After that, we went back to the hotel and had our dinner at one of the cafe. We were all super tired after a day at the park. Daddy was so tired carrying me while queuing for the rides though I have a stroller. Daddy even injured his back because he carried me all the way out from the park to the bus station, which was quite a long walk and the weather was quite cold too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJyGoi_FOI/AAAAAAAACfY/DX_PZA_WUm8/s1600/enchanted%2Bbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJyGoi_FOI/AAAAAAAACfY/DX_PZA_WUm8/s400/enchanted%2Bbf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567137547672294626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJxbmy4w2I/AAAAAAAACfA/6CYkyS4FA8Y/s1600/day1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJxbmy4w2I/AAAAAAAACfA/6CYkyS4FA8Y/s400/day1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567136808467743586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 December 2010 (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We had a simple breakfast (sandwiches) at the hotel and I played at the hotel play room before we left for the park again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived the park today around 11am. We met Pluto at the entrance and took some pictures with him. He was a funny dog. He wanted to eat me and put his mouth on my head. We rented the stroller again today. We walked straight to the Fantasyland. We then played the "Mad Hatter Tea Cups". I enjoyed spinning the cups. Mommy was screaming and I was laughing. Then, we went to watch the "The Golden Mickeys at Disney's Storybook Theater". Next, we played the "The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh". After that, I took my nap in the stroller at the Adventureland while mommy went shopping at the shops. She bought some souvenirs and clothes for herself and a minnie for mei mei. After I woke up, we visited the "Jungle River Cruise". I was frighten by the volcanoes erupted during the cruise. Then, daddy just pushed me around the Adventureland we ended the day watching the show at the "Festival of the Lion King". We walked back to the main street and visited the "Art of Animation". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of the Disneyland and we went back to the hotel for buffet dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJxleAbQqI/AAAAAAAACfI/I5pV84bwlzs/s1600/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJxleAbQqI/AAAAAAAACfI/I5pV84bwlzs/s400/day2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567136977907303074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJx3SwhpmI/AAAAAAAACfQ/CGaBRTPe-cE/s1600/day2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJx3SwhpmI/AAAAAAAACfQ/CGaBRTPe-cE/s400/day2-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567137284125468258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 December 2010 (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We took the MTR down to HK island to meet up daddy's working partners. We had lunch at one of the chinese restaurant that faces the harbour. The dim sum and the food there was super good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch, we took the MTR down to Mongkok and mommy went shopping at the "Ladies street". It was all jam packed with people. Daddy and I resorted to just sit at one of the Backpack cafe to wait for mommy. Again I was not behaving after seeing so many people and complained that I wanted to sleep. While in the train back to the HK island, I fell asleep in the train. Daddy got to carry me again to a shopping centre. We then had our dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we went back to the hotel. When we reached the room, we found there was surprise on the bed. They arranged the towels in the shape of "Mickey". We also received gifts from daddy's friend who work in Disneyland (the one that helped us to book the room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJyUXZCkQI/AAAAAAAACfg/OLTBRGYIRhU/s1600/day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJyUXZCkQI/AAAAAAAACfg/OLTBRGYIRhU/s400/day3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567137783585345794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 December 2010 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 9+am and had a buffet breakfast at the hotel. After the breakfast, we walked around outside of the hotel. It was so windy and nice. I had fun running around and playing at the playground. I also had fun running up and down the small little hill. I even tried to roll down from the hill. Mommy enjoyed the scenery and the cool air there. We had a relax and enjoyable morning before checking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJygSFj-_I/AAAAAAAACfo/j4Ji7OWnERs/s1600/day4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJygSFj-_I/AAAAAAAACfo/j4Ji7OWnERs/s400/day4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567137988319902706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took 3pm flight back to KL. This time, I did not want to sit near the window. I sat in between daddy and mommy in the plane. While taking off, I already dozed off in my dreamland. I missed my dinner and I slept through the journey. Grandpa picked us up from the airport around 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a good time in Disneyland and the thing I like the most is to meet the cartoon characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5210694171816231869?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5210694171816231869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5210694171816231869&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5210694171816231869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5210694171816231869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/01/hong-kong-2010.html' title='Hong Kong 2010'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TUJxQK25zGI/AAAAAAAACe4/LwG3y0TDl-g/s72-c/day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7264721970125428068</id><published>2011-01-10T16:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:21:15.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's introduce Annie &amp; Angel...</title><content type='html'>a very backdated post updated by mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having bad throat infection back then (end Nov 2010) and doctor asked me to keep myself away from my children so that I won't infect them, especially Isabel. So for about 3-4 days, I kept myself mostly upstairs and I had all the free time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I did not rest or sleep much. I am not a person who love to sleep. In fact, I felt so bad that I could not take care of Isabel. So worried that she might get infected and she has just recovered from one round of flu, suddenly I had the urge to make something for her, so that the "thing" can be with her ALL THE TIME even though mommy is not by her side, so that the "thing" can protect her from all harms and dangers (crazy thoughts I know), so that the "thing" can provide her comfort and secure when she needs it...and then that's what came up into my mind - A DOLL..A HANDMADE DOLL by mommy with LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I surfed the net. I need this doll to be 100% child safe. So, there will be no buttons or anything that can "drop" off from it. I used cotton to make it comfortable to touch and hug. Since I have no sewing machine at home, I have to hand sewn the whole doll. I am not a person with good sewing skills and I hate holding needles. My palm will sweat like leaking pipe when I hold fine needles. Because of LOVE, love for my children, I managed to handsewn the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished sewing 1 at night (the main part of the body without the eyes and mouth and hair)and Darren spotted it. Immediately he fell in love with it and claimed that this is HIS doll. He fought for it and cried when I told him boys don't play dolls. Finally I surrendered and decided to give this to him and I need to sew another one for Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like making things twice but for the sake of my children, I sew another identical doll for Isabel. I spent another day completing them, still without the features. Then, with some guidance from my neighbour, I get the eyes and mouth up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To beautify the doll, I add some final touches to the doll by adding socks, sleeves and ribbons to them. I'm glad that both my children love the doll to bits. It gave me so much satisfaction to see them playing, epscially Darren. He loves and plays with the doll more than Isabel. Even Isabel will "sayang" the doll when she sees the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave the doll names. Darren chose the name "Annie" for his doll and I chose "Angel" for Isabel's one. Why Angel? Coz I wish this doll is the guardian angel for her, to protect and provide her security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, let's present Annie and Angel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st completion. without hair and features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrUGR83ziI/AAAAAAAACeQ/wAkhXmJcFCQ/s1600/doll%2Bbare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560489894305320482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrUGR83ziI/AAAAAAAACeQ/wAkhXmJcFCQ/s400/doll%2Bbare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd completion. Features are in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrUiRCQF1I/AAAAAAAACeg/12XPA0hgkMc/s1600/doll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560490375095785298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrUiRCQF1I/AAAAAAAACeg/12XPA0hgkMc/s400/doll2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final touches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrUnlW7ZXI/AAAAAAAACeo/NyZTxS-aDIw/s1600/doll3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560490466450564466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrUnlW7ZXI/AAAAAAAACeo/NyZTxS-aDIw/s400/doll3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to see how much my kids love the dolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrU69E-DXI/AAAAAAAACew/sfbWvUMif58/s1600/doll4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560490799235206514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrU69E-DXI/AAAAAAAACew/sfbWvUMif58/s400/doll4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7264721970125428068?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7264721970125428068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7264721970125428068&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7264721970125428068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7264721970125428068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-introduce-annie-angel.html' title='Let&apos;s introduce Annie &amp; Angel...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSrUGR83ziI/AAAAAAAACeQ/wAkhXmJcFCQ/s72-c/doll%2Bbare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7075944925595454121</id><published>2011-01-06T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:39:34.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I can cycle PROPERLY..</title><content type='html'>@4 years 7 months and 2 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very nice and beautiful day. After the morning rain, the air is fresh and cooling. I love the cold breeze blowing on the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy suggested we go out and play after lunch. I suggested cycling at the park. Mommy agreed but with the condition that I must cycle "properly" (meaning paddle the whole circle. Currently I still love to paddle half circle and reverse back though I can paddle whole circle.). I agreed and finally we were at the park cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some birds at the park. I ran and chased after them. I just love birds. I wanted to catch them. Then, we cycle at the bicycle track. Mommy walked behind me earlier, then she sat down and I cycled on my own, pretending going to McDonald and going home. We had a good and breezy time alone in the park. Nobody there, quiet, breezy, cooling and just so serene and relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about half an hour there and the sky started to drizzle a little and we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7075944925595454121?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7075944925595454121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7075944925595454121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7075944925595454121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7075944925595454121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-i-can-cycle-properly.html' title='Finally I can cycle PROPERLY..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3637032873060616635</id><published>2011-01-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:27:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Patching</title><content type='html'>backdated post (27/11/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought me back to Sunway for my eye follow-up checkup end of Nov. Mommy did not follow because she was sick. Doctor said the glasses actually helped me to reduce my squint on my eyes. I have lazy eyes on my left, so I needed to do eye patching to make my left eye work. I need to patch my right eye for one hour daily. During the one hour, I was encouraged to do some reading or playing puzzles. Once I get tired, I can watch tv. The doctor gave us the adhesive tape and taught daddy how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I started my eye patching exercise. Kakak got a shock when she saw me like this. She thought something wrong with my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHaQoxhUjI/AAAAAAAACdY/CtdT9lAUU5E/s1600/IMG_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHaQoxhUjI/AAAAAAAACdY/CtdT9lAUU5E/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557963394509787698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I was ok with it. Second time, I started to complain when I needed to remove the adhesive tape. I didn't like it coz it caused some pain when we removed the tape from my eyes. Then, mommy started searching the internet and wanted to make a patch for me at the glasses instead of on my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She attempted to make the pirates eye patch using foam sheets but it did not work. The sheet get broken easily. Then, she tried another method and finally she came out with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHav9X4FYI/AAAAAAAACdg/MxMjfym3_UE/s1600/eye%2Bpatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHav9X4FYI/AAAAAAAACdg/MxMjfym3_UE/s400/eye%2Bpatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557963932615316866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHb2CzR53I/AAAAAAAACdo/UdzWEFaxEUQ/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHb2CzR53I/AAAAAAAACdo/UdzWEFaxEUQ/s400/page2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965136663275378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even myself find it very funny when I see it in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHcT98Ij-I/AAAAAAAACdw/5M-1xoliL_s/s1600/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHcT98Ij-I/AAAAAAAACdw/5M-1xoliL_s/s320/IMG_0822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965650754310114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it and it is funny. Everyone laugh when see me in this eye patch. It is so convenient now and it lasted me for more than 1 month. I asked mommy to make me another BEN10 eye patch. She said she will do it when she has the time. So far, I am using this everyday for my eye patching exercise. Hope my lazy eyes will improve with this exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3637032873060616635?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3637032873060616635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3637032873060616635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3637032873060616635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3637032873060616635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/12/eye-patching.html' title='Eye Patching'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TSHaQoxhUjI/AAAAAAAACdY/CtdT9lAUU5E/s72-c/IMG_0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8450757156298735221</id><published>2010-12-10T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:50:00.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week of school holiday</title><content type='html'>Backdated post @ 24.11.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do during my first week of school holiday (before everyone falls sick)? What else..craft work again lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cap..for a hot weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPPQMVOYI/AAAAAAAACcE/KMkNG7O_gMA/s1600/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPPQMVOYI/AAAAAAAACcE/KMkNG7O_gMA/s400/hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546692277035153794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make flowers mask....Guess what flowers did we make? Can you name the flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPV-BzD_I/AAAAAAAACcM/rmGZfNb_75Q/s1600/flower%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPV-BzD_I/AAAAAAAACcM/rmGZfNb_75Q/s400/flower%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546692392418217970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a daisy, marigold and sunflower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPeJv_wMI/AAAAAAAACcU/2Zm5tvx2N-M/s1600/flower%2Bdarren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPeJv_wMI/AAAAAAAACcU/2Zm5tvx2N-M/s400/flower%2Bdarren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546692533003731138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Isabel can be a daisy, marigold and sunflower...she is definitely our "flower" at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPlMEe4gI/AAAAAAAACcc/H2Mt_CfBK6w/s1600/flower%2Bisabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPlMEe4gI/AAAAAAAACcc/H2Mt_CfBK6w/s400/flower%2Bisabel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546692653885612546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, besides the craft work..the rest of the time, I was enjoying myself in front of the tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnQ_gf6keI/AAAAAAAACck/bgLeBRdJUqs/s1600/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnQ_gf6keI/AAAAAAAACck/bgLeBRdJUqs/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546694205557608930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy called this "rotting" but I think this is called life ma....if not this is not a holiday already..Anyway, since everyone taking turn to fall sick, mommy has no mood to do any other thing for me. So, she just let me rot in front of the tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in December, mommy decided to send me to holiday program in school till 12pm. She said this is better than me rotting at home wor...well, I don't mind. I enjoy my holiday program too. There are so many toys to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8450757156298735221?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8450757156298735221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8450757156298735221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8450757156298735221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8450757156298735221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-week-of-school-holiday.html' title='1st week of school holiday'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnPPQMVOYI/AAAAAAAACcE/KMkNG7O_gMA/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2714678519162600072</id><published>2010-12-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:31:00.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art &amp; Craft Time</title><content type='html'>backdated post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.11.10 Painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnS9BhNpbI/AAAAAAAACc8/omydsCozd60/s1600/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnS9BhNpbI/AAAAAAAACc8/omydsCozd60/s400/painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546696361905071538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.11.10 Craft work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnSpaljfVI/AAAAAAAACc0/UQcWGBhPHZo/s1600/craft1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnSpaljfVI/AAAAAAAACc0/UQcWGBhPHZo/s400/craft1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546696025036782930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides doing craft work, I also like to play "role play" at home and I like to act like a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnTJAGZJNI/AAAAAAAACdE/ZHPphDOKhW8/s1600/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnTJAGZJNI/AAAAAAAACdE/ZHPphDOKhW8/s400/teacher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546696567682573522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2714678519162600072?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2714678519162600072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2714678519162600072&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2714678519162600072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2714678519162600072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/12/art-craft-time.html' title='Art &amp; Craft Time'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnS9BhNpbI/AAAAAAAACc8/omydsCozd60/s72-c/painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2083364640970806110</id><published>2010-12-06T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:23:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Lego Set</title><content type='html'>backdated post 21.11.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnDJYl6_hI/AAAAAAAACb0/U-wgCOAcRuQ/s1600/daddy%2527s%2Blego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnDJYl6_hI/AAAAAAAACb0/U-wgCOAcRuQ/s400/daddy%2527s%2Blego.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546678982071221778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is daddy's old lego set. Can imagine how old is this lego set? More than 30 over years old. My grandparents bought it for daddy while he was 6 years old. They keep it till now. It was still in good condition. Grandpa amended the box and kakak washed it for me. Now, I got daddy's lego set to play now. Hoorey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2083364640970806110?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2083364640970806110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2083364640970806110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2083364640970806110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2083364640970806110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/12/daddys-lego-set.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Lego Set'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPnDJYl6_hI/AAAAAAAACb0/U-wgCOAcRuQ/s72-c/daddy%2527s%2Blego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8024916320299074241</id><published>2010-12-04T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:27:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Teacher Day</title><content type='html'>backdated post 14.11.10 by mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always looking forward to parents teacher day because I would love to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. meet up with his teacher to find out how is he doing in school, &lt;br /&gt;2. meet up his friends - to see who they are and how they play with each other, &lt;br /&gt;3. see his classroom - whether his work is being displayed or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the school around 11am and we were the last few parents there. So, we did not manage to meet many of his friends, only a few. It was nice seeing them communicating with each other, playing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the session....what the teacher said about him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very friendly boy. He is the "BOSS" in the class (We were shocked hearing that!!) Boss? Why? Because he is always the latest who come in the class and he will walk slowly to the classroom, looking cool. The teacher then started calling him "boss" (well, honestly I don't think the teacher should do that but everyone thinks it is funny.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Darren, he doesn't mind and in fact, he feels "proud" of it. No wonder he never feel embarrassed every time I tell him if he wakes up late, he will go to school late and everyone will look at him differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the teacher asked him why is he always late? He answered, "Yeah...boss like that one. My daddy is also boss." We were shocked by the answer because where did he get the idea of boss is always late? Well, to clear my hubby's name, he doesn't go to work late. In fact, most days he leaves at 6.45am to gym before heading to work. Anyway, the teacher said sometimes when he is late, he will even ask his friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you taken your breakfast (morning tea break)? I've taken mine at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said he is very matured when come to thinking and talking. Well, maybe he imitates us when we talked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has one problem though. He cannot sit still in the class. He will walk around and touch this and that sometimes when the lesson is on. However, he never disturb other children. Even though he seems like not paying attention, he is absorbing what the teacher taught. Meaning, his ear is listening although he seems looking somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to participate in all the activities the teacher conducted. He always sit in front and near the teacher. He loves talking and chit chatting with friends and teacher. Sometimes he talks too much..hahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, he is a very nice and friendly boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures to show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPmm5InHozI/AAAAAAAACbs/ptBNCafX9ms/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPmm5InHozI/AAAAAAAACbs/ptBNCafX9ms/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546647916577792818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8024916320299074241?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8024916320299074241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8024916320299074241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8024916320299074241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8024916320299074241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/12/parents-teacher-day.html' title='Parents Teacher Day'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TPmm5InHozI/AAAAAAAACbs/ptBNCafX9ms/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-873320983955277111</id><published>2010-11-26T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:35:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest thing...(about breastfeeding)</title><content type='html'>Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, Darren pointed at my breast pump and asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: "Mommy, why you don't use this anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Mommy has no milk already. So no need to pump milk."&lt;br /&gt;Darren: "Oh...you don't pump milk, but you can make milk?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;During the time I was still breastfeeding, whenever someone called me on the phone and Darren answered for me, he will tell the other party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy is breastfeeding.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually my helper will interfere and tell him don't say that and tell the caller that mommy is feeding mei mei. He then will tell the caller,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...no..no..mommy is feeding mei mei breastmilk..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGSAN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 3&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Singapore, we were supposed to go out for dinner with my sister and her family. So happened it was Isabel's feeding time and I just pumped out the milk and put into the bottle for her to drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was drinking nicely but when once we get into the car, she started to fuss and push the bottle away. Darren then immediately told her off in an angry tune,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isabel, faster drink. This is breast milk. Don't waste, ok? Faster drink.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned to me and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, breast milk cannot waste one hor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was shocked and asked, "This is breast milk har? You brought your pump along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppsss.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this, whenever we are feeding Isabel (be it outside or in the house, with or without people around), as long Isabel rejected her milk, he will scold Isabel loudly and ask her not to waste the breast milk...hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 4 (the best joke of the year)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We were having late dinner at a small restaurant nearby our house. By the time we are about to finish, it only left another table and ours. A mother from next table wanted to breastfeed her baby, so she walked to a corner and started breastfeeding. Darren noticed that and suddenly he exclaimed with excitement in his loud voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy..mommy...you see...like you like that..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my helper and myself tried to control our laughter and tell him not to say so loudly, everyone at the other table actually overheard what he has said and started laughing..He noticed that and still with his laughing face, he turned to the next table and he said softly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehe...hehe...not me (shaking his hand and point to himself)...is she (kept pointing at me).....hehe..hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us can't stop laughing.... and he actually thought that the people is laughing at ME not HIM....He was trying to tell people that I am the one breastfeeding and not him....how cute is he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about this, I just can't stop laughing...My Darren..my Darren..you are just so so so so cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-873320983955277111?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/873320983955277111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=873320983955277111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/873320983955277111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/873320983955277111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/11/kids-say-darndest-thingabout.html' title='Kids say the darndest thing...(about breastfeeding)'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6873380882789156406</id><published>2010-11-19T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:45:40.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darren, you are such a big  boy already...</title><content type='html'>Dear Darren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy just wanted to jot this down for you. Through this, Mommy suddenly realised you are such a big boy already that you can handle yourself so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I asked you who you want to sleep with, you answered me, "Grandpa and Grandma". I prepared everything for you - put your toothbrush and toothpaste in the other toilet, pyjamas on the study table, pillows and blanket on the guestroom bed. I informed grandma about it and assumed they will help you to go to bed while mommy will be with Isabel in the master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was busy chatting with daddy on the phone and suddenly I saw you coming into the room through the CCTV. You opened the door quietly and I wanted to question you why are you coming in as I've prepared everything for you outside. Mommy was afraid you will wake mei mei up. You whispered to me you want to put back the toothbrush and tooth paste into the toilet. I told you no need and you proceeded to your closet and wanted to open the drawer. Immediately I stopped you and you told me you wanted to take your pyjamas. I told you your pyjamas was already placed outside on the study table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assisted you out, afraid any sound will wake mei mei up. Then I asked you,&lt;br /&gt;"Where is grandma?"&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma watching tv downstairs." you replied&lt;br /&gt;"Where is grandpa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Grandpa is sleeping. Grandpa naughty, don't want to help me brush teeth."you replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Then have you brushed your teeth?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I brushed myself. Now I want to change pyjamas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel you are so pityful. Doing everything on your own while mommy was just busy chatting on the phone. Not only that, mommy even wanted to scold you if you make any noise and wake mei mei up. You then told me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to sleep with you tonight."&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you told me you want to sleep with grandma and grandpa?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, now I want to sleep with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, you sleep with grandpa and grandma tonight, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped you to change your pyjamas and assisted you to the room. You put your own glasses back and you told me still want to play ipod. Grandpa is already sleeping. I asked you not to play so long and you promised me that you will just play a while. I closed the door and suddenly I have a funny feeling. My boy is playing ipod alone with the sleeping grandpa in the room. Why do I have to push him away when he wanted to sleep with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about 30mins later, I went into the room and check on you. You are already sound asleep next to grandpa. The ipod and your glasses are put nicely on the small table in front of the mattress. You are hugging your pillow and sleeping peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly mommy feels that you are such a big boy already. Not only you know how to prepare yourself to bed, you really keep your promise and go to bed on your own. You even know how to put your glasses and ipod properly. Even your daddy will just leave the ipod on the bed after playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound trivial but it really meant a lot to mommy. You show to mommy that you can handle yourself so well. You are so independent. Mommy is so proud of you. Darren, mommy just loves you very much. You are really a good boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6873380882789156406?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6873380882789156406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6873380882789156406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6873380882789156406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6873380882789156406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/11/darren-you-are-such-big-boy-already.html' title='Darren, you are such a big  boy already...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1583989300726038728</id><published>2010-11-18T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:20:50.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hair style</title><content type='html'>Backdated post - 31/10/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TOS3j3umitI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Pt9ixOjZPEA/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TOS3j3umitI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Pt9ixOjZPEA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540755268455271122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hairstyle nice or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy mommy got this idea from one of the morning shows she watched from tv during her stay in hospital last month. She found it interesting and decided to do this craft with me since I've always wanted a LONG and CURLY hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the work was done by mommy and I helped her part of it. Mostly on cutting the tapes and sticking the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find it very funny while they put it on me and we even tried to put it on mei mei too but she didn't like it and pull it away. We had a good laugh and tried to put on everyone's head. Do I look like a lawyer too??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1583989300726038728?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1583989300726038728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1583989300726038728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1583989300726038728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1583989300726038728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-hair-style.html' title='My new hair style'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TOS3j3umitI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Pt9ixOjZPEA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7674830104295752879</id><published>2010-11-09T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:17:21.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the beautiful eyes of his, it lies the imperfection...</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy on my 4 years 5 months 2 weeks and 3 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me some time to start typing this post. I'm having a mix feelings now. I'm happy because luckily we have discovered it now and 'hopefully' it can be corrected before he turns 7 years old. I am sad because why this has to happen to my child - my precious Darren???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 years back, my bil suspected Darren was having some vision problem. He could not see the numbers very well on the hp at a very near distance. We did not take it seriously as I thought his vision might not have developed fully for focusing. Few months back, he raised up the same problem to us again and we have decided to send Darren for an eye checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to one of the optometrists in USJ who has experienced in handling children to do an initial check. (Most optical shop will not do for children below 10 years old because the reading will not be accurate. This is due to the working eye muscle that will give a false reading. An eye drop will be needed to relax the eye muscle before performing any eye test and this eye drop can only be prescribed and used by eye specialist.)Initial check discovered Darren was having astigmatism on his left eye and his right eye has no problem at all. The optometrists still recommended us to send Darren to see an eye specialist to get a more accurate checking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make an appointment with Dr Chin from Sunway Hospital. Finally I brought him there for his appointment on the 23rd October 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a SHOCK to discover that Darren was having a very high power of "Long sightedness" - 750 on his right and 800 on his left. He also has astigmatism of 125 on each eye. Not only that, his left eye also started to squint to the center due to over-focusing. This has lead him to have lazy eyes for both eyes. This imperfection is in born and nothing to do with him watching too much tv or computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To treat this problem, he must wear glasses ALL THE TIME. The doctor warned us that the lenses will be very thick. So, we must get the lightest frame specs for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank when hearing that. How could this happened? Why him?? On one hand, I was very sad to know that behind this sparkling, beautiful eyes of him, it wasn't that perfect after all since he was born. How hard his eyes has been working for him for his 4.5 years of life, to help him to see clearer. On the other hand, I was glad that this is not a life threatening disease and if corrected early, it stands a chance to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night itself, we went back to the optical shop in USJ to do his glasses. The optometrist was shock of his power too. The children frame selection was not much there and we finally decided on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgiqPW2D0I/AAAAAAAACaA/JywrwrVNySo/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgiqPW2D0I/AAAAAAAACaA/JywrwrVNySo/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537213850924224322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor recommended us to get a medium index lens because their power may change in very short time. No point to get a too expensive glasses. We settled with medium index lenses and with his power, the lens is still as thick as 8mm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgl4dQFbLI/AAAAAAAACaQ/nqR9xlky60Q/s1600/thickness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgl4dQFbLI/AAAAAAAACaQ/nqR9xlky60Q/s400/thickness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537217393707019442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the nights after the checkup, I just could not sleep and can't help thinking of his problem. My tears will drop down automatically when I think he has to wear his thick glasses from now on everyday. It will cause so much inconvenience in his life and hinder his movement, especially it comes to sports. I tried to console myself it is not a big problem as compared to some other children who has bigger and more serious problem. Yet, which mother doesn't wish their child to be absolutely normal and perfect in every aspect of their child's life? Why my son has to be born with eye's problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Darren was so brave when we went for the eye check up. He needed 3 eyes drops on each eye (total 6 drops) to help to relax his eyes muscle. He was definitely scared..who doesn't? But with much convincing and encouragement, he did it without creating a scene there. I was proud of him..on the other hand, I wish the one who is having the problem is me, not him. My heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, he didn't really know what has gone wrong with his eyes. He was happy that he has to wear glasses, like his daddy. He can't wait to get his glasses and even asked the doctor, "Can I bring the glasses to school?" How cute is he...He kept asking us when can he collect his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days later, finally his glasses was ready for pickup. When I told him about it, he was all excited. I brought him there to collect his glasses and he has no problem to put it up himself. Look at him now...his eyes do look bigger and his eye lashes look longer too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgm6lrtOmI/AAAAAAAACaY/uECeQyCqL8c/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgm6lrtOmI/AAAAAAAACaY/uECeQyCqL8c/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537218529841724002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can see anything when we tried to see through the lens. It was really thick. We were really wondering can he actually see clearly. Look at it yourself..it is like a magnifying glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgomHDLEFI/AAAAAAAACag/0bw32K2xpYM/s1600/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgomHDLEFI/AAAAAAAACag/0bw32K2xpYM/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537220377044521042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very comfortable with the glasses. I taught him how to handle the glasses well and has to make sure the lenses are clean all the time. This is very important because he needs to see things clear from now on to cure his lazy eyes. He takes care of his glasses very well - put on the table when he goes to bed/bathe; fold the glasses cloth nicely. He knows he cannot touch the lenses and has to see through the lenses. He is like a pro now. Yet, as a mother, there are still so much to worry for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night, he has the tendency to bump into things and cannot anticipate the distance and depth of the floor. His eyes still need to adjust to the power of the glasses. We didn't send him to school for about 3 days + 2 weekends to get him adjusted to the glasses. We took extra care of him, especially when he climbs up/down stairs. The next day, he is better. Yet, I've stopped him from day care because he needs to climb up 3 storeys to the slumberland. I asked the teacher to take extra care of him and make sure his lenses are clean all the time. It is not easy as his lenses get dirty very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also noticed that he looks at things even nearer after wearing the glasses. To make sure the doctor diagnosed him correctly, we decided to send him for 2nd opinion.&lt;br /&gt;We searched the internet and asked some people. We decided to send him to ISEC (International Specialist Eye Centre) for 2nd opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did not want to put eye drops for him this time. Without relaxing his eyes muscle, his power was still as high as 600. However, with the glasses, his squint has become better. So, the doctor asked him to continue wearing the glasses for about 2-3 months. It will take about 2-3 months for him to adjust and see improvement. By then, we will know whether he needs any eye exercise or patching to help him improve his lazy eyes or not. So far, both of his eyes has about the same level of lazy eyes. So, the next appointment will be around 3 months time from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor saw me holding on Isabel, he offered to check on Isabel too. He claimed that when the older sibling has this problem, we have to be careful of the younger ones too. She may have a high chance of having the same problem like her brother. It lies in the genes. He used a torch to check on Isabel's eyes while distracting her to look at one point, the doctor said that she has long sightedness too. Well, most babies has long sightedness, so he asked us not to worry too much. He can't tell what is her power since no eye drops was used by then. What he recommended us is to send Isabel for check up too when we send Darren back 3 months later. He prescribed us the eye drops and asked us to put for Isabel 2 hours before we see him. I asked the doctor what if she has the same problem like Darren too, what can we do? He said we then have to let her wear glasses at a very early age, so that she won't develop lazy eyes. Oh...another heart attack...another heart ache.... I don't want to think about it right now as everything is still not confirmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos of him wearing his glasses...he is still my jovial little darling boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgj3Y4VemI/AAAAAAAACaI/uHEVlVxHQ4U/s1600/darrenpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgj3Y4VemI/AAAAAAAACaI/uHEVlVxHQ4U/s400/darrenpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537215176330541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish...and praying that his vision will improve after wearing his glasses for 3 months. I'm also praying hard that Isabel do not inherited this bad genes and do not need to wear glasses at such a young age. From now on, you will be seeing the "4 eyed" Darren and the glasses will become part of him. I just feel very sad about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7674830104295752879?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7674830104295752879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7674830104295752879&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7674830104295752879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7674830104295752879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/10/behind-beautiful-eyes-of-his-it-lies.html' title='Behind the beautiful eyes of his, it lies the imperfection...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TNgiqPW2D0I/AAAAAAAACaA/JywrwrVNySo/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5363684770518642577</id><published>2010-10-29T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:49:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new house...</title><content type='html'>backdated post.. 3/10/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..we make a new house today. It was just a simple and basic house that has windows and door. Mommy has no time to decorate the house for me as mei mei was having a very short nap at that time. She needed to complete this in 15 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main purpose to make this house is because I love to play parking with my cars. I like to park the car in front of the house, reverse the car from the car porch...Hence, my this house has a compound to park 2 cars and also a gate too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this house very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfqFGhzdyI/AAAAAAAACZw/7lPqB0YwVYk/s1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfqFGhzdyI/AAAAAAAACZw/7lPqB0YwVYk/s400/car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532648040620586786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5363684770518642577?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5363684770518642577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5363684770518642577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5363684770518642577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5363684770518642577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-house.html' title='My new house...'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfqFGhzdyI/AAAAAAAACZw/7lPqB0YwVYk/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-2214650560575110070</id><published>2010-10-27T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:23:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We attended the Kleenex Family Day</title><content type='html'>We attended the Kleenex "Power of Play" family day last Saturday. We went after my eye checkup. Mommy said since mei mei was naughty, we did not bring her along. Daddy and kakak stayed at home taking care of mei mei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rushing there because we were caught in the jam along the highway. Luckily we were not that late. We registered ourselves at the KizSports registration counter, then we proceeded to a room. I was initially very quiet because I know nobody there. I asked mommy to sit next to me at the children chair. They sang song..but I didn't want to follow..They danced and did action and I didn't want to follow too. I just want to go out and play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I heard they said we can go out and play..I was all excited and ran all the way out. I was having a green colour name tag. So, we have to queue up and follow the line to a gym room. I was having lots of fun in the gym room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfgj5cWfGI/AAAAAAAACZA/jzDXpD6wRPU/s1600/gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfgj5cWfGI/AAAAAAAACZA/jzDXpD6wRPU/s400/gym.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532637574567722082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met this pretty girl - Phoebe there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfg2TthhAI/AAAAAAAACZI/xkTE0cAHJjw/s1600/PO20101027_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfg2TthhAI/AAAAAAAACZI/xkTE0cAHJjw/s400/PO20101027_0033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532637890856715266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the activity, we were brought back to the room again. We played some shaking hands game then we took a photo in front of many photographers. I then requested to go to the washroom. When we went back in, they were having a painting contest. We immediately asked for a set and we started finger painting. We enjoyed the session very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfhCumixRI/AAAAAAAACZQ/S1-6BO0dipA/s1600/PO20101027_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfhCumixRI/AAAAAAAACZQ/S1-6BO0dipA/s320/PO20101027_0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532638104233624850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were served with a tea break. There were sausages, nuggets, fries and orange juice for children. I sat with &lt;a href="http://www.inhouseling.com/"&gt;2 girls (Mommy's Ling daughters)&lt;/a&gt;. I even introduced myself to their mother. After the tea break, we took some pictures with Phoebe. Then I couldn't wait anymore and wanted to go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has to take care of me in there and she followed me climbing up and down. I was having lots of fun there. No photos for this as mommy was busy chasing after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we have to thank Kleenex for organising this and we get lots of freebies from them too. Their wet wipes are good and it helps to kill 99% of the germs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, mommy was happy because she get to know more mommy bloggers out there. They are &lt;a href="http://www.inhouseling.com/"&gt;Mommy Ling&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.babyliciousmalaysia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Babylicious&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bondedtogether.net/journal/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mamapumpkin.com/"&gt;mamapumpkin&lt;/a&gt;. Other than that, we also met &lt;a href="http://www.submerryn.com/"&gt;Aunty Merryn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cre8tonebabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean's mommy&lt;/a&gt;, Phoebe's mommy and &lt;a href="http://beemoon80.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mommy Moon&lt;/a&gt;. It was nice meeting you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-2214650560575110070?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2214650560575110070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=2214650560575110070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2214650560575110070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/2214650560575110070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-attended-kleenex-family-day.html' title='We attended the Kleenex Family Day'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfgj5cWfGI/AAAAAAAACZA/jzDXpD6wRPU/s72-c/gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8218793430974990832</id><published>2010-10-20T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:49:00.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First outstation trip without daddy..</title><content type='html'>If you read &lt;a href="http://mymommytalk.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-should-i-do.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;before, you'll know mommy has been wanted to go back Ipoh since last month to visit ah tai - without bringing Isabel along. Why??? Because Isabel is very naughty la...Mommy said I am a good boy, so only bring me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally daddy is free to take care of Isabel at home on 9 October and mommy decided to bring me back to Ipoh on her own. There were so many options to choose - follow whose car and what mode of transport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, mommy decided to take a lift from her primary school friend back to Ipoh on Saturday afternoon and wanted to take the ETS (Electric train service) back on Sunday.However, when we were in Ipoh, everyone discouraged us taking a train while we can follow so many people back. At the end, we ended up following my "kam mo" back on Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Ipoh around 4pm. Aunty PH came and fetched us in Ipoh and straight we went to Arcade centre at Jusco Ipoh. It was all because her son wanted to go there and play "bang bang". It was the first time for me there. Very fast we became very good friend. I called him "ah boy", that's how everyone called him. He is 5 years old. Although he speaks mainly cantonese and I speak English, we can communicate very well. Initially I was so scared when I entered their car as they were so noisy and laughing so loud. I told mommy, "Not nice"..everyone laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to "Ah tai's" house. We stayed there for the night because my maternal grandparents were in KL during that weekend. Our main purpose was to visit Ah tai. She is already 88 years old. But she is still very alert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was behaving very well in Ah Tai's house. I called everyone. I ate whatever they served me and I finished all the meals. I ate at the table without running around. I listened to mommy and I played well with Ah Boy. Ah Boy's 3 year old brother did not play with us as he was overly tired and slept through the night. Despite our language barrier, we chatted a lot. He hold my hands wherever he goes and I will look for him if I don't see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept around 12am that night. Ah boy refused to sleep but I slept almost immediate when mommy asked me to. Everyone praised me for my good behaviour. Due to travel light, I drink milk from a cup. I did not bring all my lovies and blanket with me. I am a big boy already. Mommy said it was so nice to bring me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after breakfast and sending Aunty PY to the bus station and take bus back to Singapore, we went to my yi yi's house. We had breakfast with Yi Yi SS and Yi Yi SF. I was super happy seeing them. After lunch, we went to eat "Ice" too. Then, we went to a place behind Hillcity Hotel to buy fish. We can see so many fishes swimming in the big bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy bought so many fishes (salmon, cod, kam fong, sek pan,,she also bought the "tin kai" froggy to boil porridge for me)...they fished it alive and weight..then they put the fish in the plastic bag...then the fish dropped out from the bag and jumped jumped jumped in front of us. I jumped too. I find it so facinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They helped mommy to pack everything in a cooler box. I think mommy bought 10 over fishes because it was so cheap and fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had Ipoh taugeh and chicken hor fun for early dinner. I accidently poured the whole bowl of soup on mommy. We then left Ipoh around 6pm. I slept almost the whole journey back without uttering a word. We arrived home around 9pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, mommy said I was such a good boy throughout the trip, behaving so well. Mommy enjoyed bringing me around and said she doesn't mind doing it again. Mommy also has a good time catching up with Ah Tai and the family. She truly enjoyed her freedom too without mei mei tagging along. Just that we were very tired after the trip and mommy fell ill the next day. Read her &lt;a href="http://mymommytalk.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-4-days-3-nights-holiday-in-h-sunway.html"&gt;post here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a short trip, we still miss daddy a lot and wish daddy was with us. But yet, it was a good experience for us to travel without him and we have all the time to do what we want in Ipoh. Freedom..mommy called it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend - Chin Nam Ah Boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfnaRAS7iI/AAAAAAAACZo/O7B6hs9X4qY/s1600/ipoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfnaRAS7iI/AAAAAAAACZo/O7B6hs9X4qY/s320/ipoh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532645105675202082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8218793430974990832?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8218793430974990832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8218793430974990832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8218793430974990832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8218793430974990832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-outstation-trip-without-daddy.html' title='First outstation trip without daddy..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TMfnaRAS7iI/AAAAAAAACZo/O7B6hs9X4qY/s72-c/ipoh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7757380643253586426</id><published>2010-10-08T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:41:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Power of Play" with Kleenex - Blogger Family Day</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.submerryn.com/2010/10/invitation-to-power-of-play-with.html"&gt;Merryn&lt;/a&gt; for the information. We have registered and are invited to the family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first time attending this kind of activity and "expose" ourselves in the public as a blogger.. Come and join us as I believe it will be very fun. Fast..fast...as it only limits to 30 families..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really wish to meet you all personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just send an email to sophia@indeedcommunications.com including you/your child's name, contact detail and blog address and wait for the invitation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TK8DEOeCBVI/AAAAAAAACYw/cpXkkT5GhVM/s1600/E-invite+-+Power+of+Play+with+Kleenex+Family+Day+%28FINAL%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TK8DEOeCBVI/AAAAAAAACYw/cpXkkT5GhVM/s320/E-invite+-+Power+of+Play+with+Kleenex+Family+Day+%28FINAL%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525638638945305938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7757380643253586426?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7757380643253586426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7757380643253586426&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7757380643253586426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7757380643253586426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-play-with-kleenex-blogger.html' title='&quot;Power of Play&quot; with Kleenex - Blogger Family Day'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TK8DEOeCBVI/AAAAAAAACYw/cpXkkT5GhVM/s72-c/E-invite+-+Power+of+Play+with+Kleenex+Family+Day+%28FINAL%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-5829989128513999971</id><published>2010-10-06T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:16:53.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy is so proud of you (sleep)</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy 4 years 4 months 1 week and 6 days old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one proud mama today. It may sound trivial to you but I'm just feeling overjoy when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Isabel was able to sleep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON HER OWN&lt;/span&gt; in the baby cot continuously for 3 times (last night, this morning and afternoon nap).  She played by herself in the baby cot for about half an hour and drifted herself to sleep on her own - WITHOUT PACIFIER, WITHOUT PATTING, WITHOUT CARRYING AND ROCKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Darren took his nap &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON HIS OWN&lt;/span&gt;  too WITHOUT ANY COMPANY. He wanted to nap in the baby's room nowadays. He pulled his mattress from master bedroom to the baby's room. Drank his milk, put on the table and went to sleep on his own. I was downstairs feeding Isabel. He is really a big boy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to blog this out because all these were happened today. I just feel so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the above, there are other things that I was proud of about Darren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Darren woke up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on his own&lt;/span&gt; at 8am this morning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt; in the room and walked over to baby's room and look for me. He wished me "Good morning, mommy! Time to go to school!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Darren washed up himself&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; on his own&lt;/span&gt; (brushed his teeth, washed his face) yesterday morning while I was attending to Isabel in the baby's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He then brought his clothes to the baby's room and changed himself. Then put the pyjamas into the dirty bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my boy is growing up so quickly. He can handle himself so well now. He is one boy that I am lucky to have and proud with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren, you can do it... Mommy is so proud of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-5829989128513999971?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5829989128513999971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=5829989128513999971&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5829989128513999971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/5829989128513999971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/10/mommy-is-so-proud-of-you-sleep.html' title='Mommy is so proud of you (sleep)'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3819654619569927332</id><published>2010-09-28T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:25:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lantern Festival 2010</title><content type='html'>On the actual day of the lantern festival, daddy was in China and left mommy, mei mei, kakak and me at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, mommy suggested we make lantern. If you remember from the previous post, my mommy is very stingy, never buy me any lanterns. So, if we want to play, we have to make our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mommy took out all the materials and we started making. We make 2. One for mommy and one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TKGXeDOzrhI/AAAAAAAACYU/J8KQFBWx2lo/s1600/making+lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TKGXeDOzrhI/AAAAAAAACYU/J8KQFBWx2lo/s400/making+lantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521861160652221970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour, 2 lanterns were up. It was already 9pm and we went out outside and started playing. We used the birthday candles to lit up the lanterns. It was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TKGX-8Ml9-I/AAAAAAAACYg/40QMatd4V6w/s1600/our+lanterns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TKGX-8Ml9-I/AAAAAAAACYg/40QMatd4V6w/s400/our+lanterns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521861725699569634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to blow the candles instead. We walked round our small little garden for a while (mommy didn't want to bring me walk around the neighbourhood) and I was already all sweaty. After 20 min of playing, I started to feel bored and requested to go inside. The paper cup lantern got burn a little bit as the candle could not stand straight and tilted one side and burn the paper. While the other one was still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TKGYSZ5ku-I/AAAAAAAACYo/oOYrhsEXRWU/s1600/playing+lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TKGYSZ5ku-I/AAAAAAAACYo/oOYrhsEXRWU/s400/playing+lantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521862060090375138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first real lantern festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3819654619569927332?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3819654619569927332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3819654619569927332&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3819654619569927332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3819654619569927332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/09/lantern-festival-2010.html' title='Lantern Festival 2010'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TKGXeDOzrhI/AAAAAAAACYU/J8KQFBWx2lo/s72-c/making+lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6049155678943513672</id><published>2010-09-21T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:02:30.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moncake festival gathering</title><content type='html'>We do not really celebrate mooncake festival ourselves but usually has makan session at daddy's relative side. Mommy doesn't fancy mooncake as she finds it very sweet and daddy doesn't fancy playing candles with me outside the porch which he finds it so hot. I never had my own "lantern" all the years, be it electronic or traditional one because mommy knows I will not play it for long and it is very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, however, mommy feels like hosting the mooncake festival gathering at our house. Last year, Aunty Audrey hosted the gathering at her house. So, last minute we invited daddy's side family members to join us for a pot luck dinner on Sunday. When i heard about the party, I get so excited and counting down to the day and helped mommy to get prepared for the party. We went to Carrefour to buy food and I was getting so excited about the party night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, half could not make it but our usual gang turn out like Aunty May's family, Aunty Ann's family, Aunty Angela's family and Uncle Jason, Aunty Carmen, Uncle Jerald and daddy's friend family too. It's good because not too many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty May packed Nasi Beriani set and we prepared some non-spicy food like mix vegetables, sweet sour pork and ayamas chicken for children. Everyone at so full and left so much to tau pau back for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we played lantern outside. I have 4 lanterns from Resort World, Sentosa while we were staying there in Singapore. We litted up the lantern and went for a walk at the neighbourhood area. It was nice and I know how to enjoy playing lantern this year compared to last year, which I refused to follow them for a walk. I had a great time holding the lantern and walking in the dark. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left after we finished playing since children has school the next day. The party ended around 10.30pm. I was very happy that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TJhmaLPv6ZI/AAAAAAAACYE/neZ1EPnNdIA/s1600/lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TJhmaLPv6ZI/AAAAAAAACYE/neZ1EPnNdIA/s400/lantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519273943224019346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6049155678943513672?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6049155678943513672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6049155678943513672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6049155678943513672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6049155678943513672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/09/moncake-festival-gathering.html' title='Moncake festival gathering'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TJhmaLPv6ZI/AAAAAAAACYE/neZ1EPnNdIA/s72-c/lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-3988108073889942406</id><published>2010-09-06T12:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:01:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5D4N Singapore + 2D1N Johor holiday</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my 3rd visit to Singapore after 2.5 years. Daddy initially wanted to bring me to Hong Kong Disneyland but it did not turn out after I fell ill in July. To compensate back, daddy brought all of us to Singapore instead. Since Isabel is still young, mommy also think that this is a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left Singapore on 28 August (Saturday) afternoon. It took mommy one whole morning to pack everything. The whole car was full of luggage and Isabel's things. The whole journey was pleasant. Isabel and I slept through the first half of the journey. We stopped for tea break at one of the rest house. Even though we were awake during part of the journey, we did not create much problem for daddy and mommy. We arrived JB, my lauyi's place in the evening. We went for dinner together. Then, we reached Singapore already late night, around 11pm+. We stayed at yi yi Janice house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 August 2010 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mommy brought me to Sentosa Island today. After packing and getting ready, it was already 1pm+ when we leave yi yi Janice house. Mommy booked a room in Festive Hotel at the Resort World. The initial plan was to bring me to Universal Studio. But after much consideration - Isabel still too young to go under the hot sun, I cannot take most of the rides...etc...mommy decided to scrap off the plan to Universal Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked a lot in the Resort World. The hotel room was nice and colourful. We love the room very much. The room can actually sleep 5 people. We get a babycot for Isabel, I sleep at the sofa bed and daddy and mommy can have the whole King size bed for themselves..nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISQ7cnaYbI/AAAAAAAACXE/gNf6UYYzXho/s1600/festive+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISQ7cnaYbI/AAAAAAAACXE/gNf6UYYzXho/s400/festive+hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513691194776510898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy sling Isabel, I slept on the stroller while we explored the Resort World. Nothing much actually. Mostly F&amp;B and Casino. I just want to go to the beach. Waited and waited..and finally daddy brought me to the beach in the evening. It is actually a man-made beach in Hard Rock Hotel, next to Festive Hotel. It is just 1-2 minutes walk from our hotel. I was having lots of fun playing with the water and sand. I made new friends there and we were playing together. I was super happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISQucYGbVI/AAAAAAAACW8/Pseq3g6QJHI/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISQucYGbVI/AAAAAAAACW8/Pseq3g6QJHI/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513690971373989202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, while daddy and Isabel stayed in the room resting, mommy brought me to watch a fountain show. I was scared because the sound was very loud and the place was very dark. There even have thunder and fire coming out from the mouth of dragon. &lt;br /&gt;Since we have late lunch, we have late dinner too. It was just so nice to have some family time alone in the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 August 2010 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;First half of the day was spent having breakfast and packing. Before checking out, mommy brought me around to take photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISRFwk7MaI/AAAAAAAACXM/U3L3zHhwKsc/s1600/festive+lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISRFwk7MaI/AAAAAAAACXM/U3L3zHhwKsc/s400/festive+lobby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513691371933479330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out, we took a train and bus to the underwater world. The weather was nice, after rain. In the underwater world, we watched dolphin show. I saw a man (mommy said it is a diver) in the big aquarium. I was scared, I scared he will come out and catch me when daddy wanted to take picture for me with him at the back. I enjoyed the ride in the tunnel while watching fishes swimming around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISROy06LlI/AAAAAAAACXU/8CNh30LtKUo/s1600/underwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISROy06LlI/AAAAAAAACXU/8CNh30LtKUo/s400/underwater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513691527156215378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After underwater world, we left Sentosa and back to yi yi Janice house. We have dinner with yi yi Janice that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 August 2010 (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought us to Suntec City during lunch time. Daddy has lunch appointment while mommy brought us for lunch at the food court. Then we walked a bit at the shopping centre. When daddy finished his lunch appointment, he joined us for a little while. Then daddy brought Isabel along for another appointment and mommy brought me to go for DUCK TOURS. I was all excited but the ticket for 4pm was full, we have to wait for the 5pm ride. During the 1 hour, I requested mommy to bring me to handphone shop to see iPhone. I played the iPhone there for almost 1 hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm, we went for the Duck ride. I was all excited. The journey on the road was bumpy but soon it was quiet and slow down when in the water. I started to feel sleepy and I slept throughout the duck tour journey. Mommy said I wasted her money wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISRUn2dBiI/AAAAAAAACXc/P_72YT87ZlY/s1600/ducktour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISRUn2dBiI/AAAAAAAACXc/P_72YT87ZlY/s400/ducktour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513691627289118242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, daddy came and picked us up around 7pm and we went for dinner with daddy's friend, Uncle Philip and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Sept 2010 (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;After daddy settled some work and mommy did some packing and Isabel took her nap, we left to the zoo in the afternoon. We had lunch at the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was hot today. We did not walk much because it was hot. Mommy brought me watched the "Splash Safari" and daddy brought Isabel to the restaurant since the restaurant was air-conditioned. We watched the Sea Lion and Sea Cow dancing. After the show finished, we hopped onto a tram and moved around the zoo. Well, honestly we can't see a lot of animal on the tram. But I saw one Orang Utan peeing on top of a tree. The elephant also very smelly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then stopped at the KidsWorld and I was excited after seeing the water park. Immediately I went to the water. I enjoyed playing at the water very much. The water park was very fun. I enjoyed shooting water on mommy too. Mommy and I were all wet. We have a good time playing together. Towards the evening, it drizzled and mommy said we have to stop playing. Luckily mommy brought extra clothing for me but not herself. She changed me and I stayed with daddy and Isabel in KFC while mommy went to the souvenir shop to get a set of new clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISRmHnemlI/AAAAAAAACXk/sULLy04gk-Q/s1600/zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISRmHnemlI/AAAAAAAACXk/sULLy04gk-Q/s400/zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513691927874017874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 6pm and we left the zoo and headed straight to the dinner with Yi yi Janice and family at Singapore Swimming Club. I was so tired and I slept through the journey and the dinner. Isabel slept too. Daddy and mommy had a very peaceful dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to yi yi Janice house, cleaned up, packed and we left to JB, lau yi housea at 11.30pm. We stayed a night at lau yi's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Sept 2010 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has appointment that day, so we stayed in lau yi house. I had a fall at lau yi house when I walked on wet floor. Lau yi then cooked one pot chicken rice and spinach soup for us as lunch. She then also brought me to Carefour. She bought me yogurt and grapes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, lau yi brought me to the park. Then we have dinner together with lauteo and we headed back to KL that night itself. I was extremely tired and slept in the car but Isabel was crying badly in the car. I woke up by her crying and daddy have to stop at few rest house continuously to sooth the crying Isabel. At the end, she finally fell sleep and everyone has a peaceful moment. We now know Isabel could not take night driving. Maybe it was too dark that she was afraid and kept crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a super happy time during this holiday. I enjoyed the most at the beach and at the water park in the zoo. Though I enjoyed my stay so much in Singapore and Johor. I never want to stay longer. When daddy told me it was time to go home, I waved bye-bye to everyone happily. I never requested to extent the holiday. Well, i miss home too. Daddy and mommy were very proud of me because I behaved myself very well at people's house and with daddy's friend. Everyone said that I am an adorable, nice, friendly and well mannered boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you daddy and mommy for bringing me to holiday. When is the next holiday ar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-3988108073889942406?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3988108073889942406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=3988108073889942406&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3988108073889942406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/3988108073889942406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-5d4n-singapore-2d1n-johor-holiday.html' title='My 5D4N Singapore + 2D1N Johor holiday'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TISQ7cnaYbI/AAAAAAAACXE/gNf6UYYzXho/s72-c/festive+hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8686333233187666354</id><published>2010-08-23T16:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:48:26.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Microwave..</title><content type='html'>I love to play with microwave nowadays when I am in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I open the door, put a plate inside, press the buttons..&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the switch was not on.&lt;br /&gt;I always get scolding from mommy and kakak when I play with the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while mommy stopped me from playing microwave,&lt;br /&gt;I told mommy, "Mommy, I want this."&lt;br /&gt;I know mommy is like a magician..whatever I want, she can make one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy answered,"What? You want a microwave?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I want a microwave. Make one for me."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...you want mommy to make one microwave for you. Next day ok? When mommy has the time."&lt;br /&gt;"No..I want NOW. I want you to make NOW."&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy need to think first and also need to find the box."&lt;br /&gt;I opened the storeroom door for mommy and told her, "Mommy find now. Make NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course mommy did not oblige to my demand that day but she really gave me a surprise last Friday after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI00DMPNkI/AAAAAAAACVk/-zywiWCFVcg/s1600/PO20100823_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI00DMPNkI/AAAAAAAACVk/-zywiWCFVcg/s320/PO20100823_0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508523363042014786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw it, I was super happy and excited. I could not believe what I saw. I slowly walked over and hold on to mommy's pants and kept smiling non-stop. I asked her how to use it. She taught me and from then on...I have been playing with it whole night. I baked, I cook, I fry..all using microwave....I even make ribena using microwave..hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI1nveJN2I/AAAAAAAACV0/lYEKIfJEVmY/s1600/micro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI1nveJN2I/AAAAAAAACV0/lYEKIfJEVmY/s400/micro1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508524251101607778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI1t-osOWI/AAAAAAAACV8/WsZL8SPm_RQ/s1600/micro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI1t-osOWI/AAAAAAAACV8/WsZL8SPm_RQ/s400/micro2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508524358251592034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think my mommy is a magician?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I like to play with &lt;a href="http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2008/02/wowplayhouse.html"&gt;playhouse&lt;/a&gt; when I was 1 year and 9 months old, she came out with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THIxGORHSmI/AAAAAAAACVE/s4sfEw-5A_o/s1600/playhouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THIxGORHSmI/AAAAAAAACVE/s4sfEw-5A_o/s320/playhouse.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508519277206391394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was into &lt;a href="http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2008/12/traffic-lights.html"&gt;traffic lights&lt;/a&gt; when I was 2 year and 7 months old, she came out this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THIxNA_qLCI/AAAAAAAACVM/XjiDmYIFiAo/s1600/traffic+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THIxNA_qLCI/AAAAAAAACVM/XjiDmYIFiAo/s320/traffic+lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508519393902603298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I like to play with &lt;a href="http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-play-kitchen.html"&gt;cooking&lt;/a&gt; when I was 3 years and 8 months old, she came out with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THIxWJScHhI/AAAAAAAACVU/mG1UxtJ05Jk/s1600/kitchen+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THIxWJScHhI/AAAAAAAACVU/mG1UxtJ05Jk/s320/kitchen+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508519550747680274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the age of 4 years 3 months old, I know how to request and when I make the request for a microwave, she came out with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI1UZfW_OI/AAAAAAAACVs/GsnGDl2GnhU/s1600/PO20100823_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI1UZfW_OI/AAAAAAAACVs/GsnGDl2GnhU/s320/PO20100823_0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508523918783610082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy is really a magician.. Let me think what I want next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mommy hope I won't ask her to make a fridge then...the house has no place for fridge anymore...hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8686333233187666354?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8686333233187666354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8686333233187666354&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8686333233187666354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8686333233187666354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-microwave.html' title='My new Microwave..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/THI00DMPNkI/AAAAAAAACVk/-zywiWCFVcg/s72-c/PO20100823_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-7741024495378037003</id><published>2010-08-14T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:45:14.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bento 1, 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>Look at what mommy prepared for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/8/10 Friday - Bento No.1 - for tea break in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TGV0JeqIB_I/AAAAAAAACUY/R1R4vvwJ6Ak/s1600/PO20100806_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TGV0JeqIB_I/AAAAAAAACUY/R1R4vvwJ6Ak/s320/PO20100806_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504933825727694834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/8/10 Saturday - Bento No.2 - It's OSO, my favourite cartoon character - Breakfast at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TGV0eGLwpOI/AAAAAAAACUg/vQp-nIquCW0/s1600/PO20100809_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TGV0eGLwpOI/AAAAAAAACUg/vQp-nIquCW0/s320/PO20100809_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504934179935134946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/8/10 Thursday - Bento No.3 - for tea break in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TGV1oC_fUzI/AAAAAAAACUo/jZqzbX_WuCU/s1600/IMG00322-20100812-0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TGV1oC_fUzI/AAAAAAAACUo/jZqzbX_WuCU/s320/IMG00322-20100812-0829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504935450388681522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it very much but I couldn't finish it every time. I eat only the cheese most of the time and left the bread behind. For Bento No.3, I finished the bear and star and left the heart behind. Mommy said need to make lesser for me next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-7741024495378037003?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7741024495378037003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=7741024495378037003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7741024495378037003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/7741024495378037003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/08/bento-1-2-and-3.html' title='Bento 1, 2 and 3'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TGV0JeqIB_I/AAAAAAAACUY/R1R4vvwJ6Ak/s72-c/PO20100806_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-1057337769835269848</id><published>2010-08-05T16:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:00:39.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What mommy has been cooking for me?</title><content type='html'>I am the inspiration to mommy. Since I am staying at home, mommy wanted to cook something special for me before returning to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what mommy has been cooking for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/7/2010 (Monday dinner)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces "Meatpal" - Mommy hide some spinach inside the meatball since I don't eat vegetables nowadays. Some meatball got hair, some botak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp7mJGfoGI/AAAAAAAACRo/Fxgycnb5M88/s1600/meatball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp7mJGfoGI/AAAAAAAACRo/Fxgycnb5M88/s400/meatball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501845789994885218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/7/2010 (Thursday dinner)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Roast chicken with potato, lemon, onions and garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp70didisI/AAAAAAAACRw/Bz2MLJ1iMog/s1600/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp70didisI/AAAAAAAACRw/Bz2MLJ1iMog/s400/chicken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501846035999066818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/7/2010 (Friday lunch)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Japanese pancake (pan fried pancake with flour, egg, fresh oyster mushroom, sausage, cabbage and sprinkle with dried seaweed. Top up with mayo and Japanese pancake sauce.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8D9s-dsI/AAAAAAAACR4/8-E169T_J98/s1600/PO20100804_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8D9s-dsI/AAAAAAAACR4/8-E169T_J98/s400/PO20100804_0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501846302331139778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/7/2010 (Saturday lunch)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Homemade pizza (toast white bread - top with spaghetti sauce, sliced ham, tomatoes and cheeze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos. Forget to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/8/2010 (Monday lunch)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cheezy pasta. (most simple pasta. Spaghetti, mixed vegetables, ham and melt cheese in hot water. &lt;br /&gt;Wow...look so cute and yummy... "hello..."I greeted the bear bear, star and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8pqOdY1I/AAAAAAAACSI/SAf4cwL-FOo/s1600/PO20100804_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8pqOdY1I/AAAAAAAACSI/SAf4cwL-FOo/s400/PO20100804_0079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501846949937898322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8wBZ4AXI/AAAAAAAACSQ/u3LqeaDbYv8/s1600/PO20100804_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8wBZ4AXI/AAAAAAAACSQ/u3LqeaDbYv8/s400/PO20100804_0080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501847059239010674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: See photos below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp82RYL92I/AAAAAAAACSY/SYJA_3UYd5k/s1600/PO20100804_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp82RYL92I/AAAAAAAACSY/SYJA_3UYd5k/s400/PO20100804_0081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501847166606112610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best lunch. I've asking mommy for the pasta again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/8/2010 (Tuesday lunch)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Braised yee mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp9Ax_0ZII/AAAAAAAACSg/XSUTSVa8K_w/s1600/PO20100804_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp9Ax_0ZII/AAAAAAAACSg/XSUTSVa8K_w/s400/PO20100804_0082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501847347160966274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/8/2010 (Tuesday tea)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Colourful icing cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8a92JdKI/AAAAAAAACSA/t2e72QAUwvc/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp8a92JdKI/AAAAAAAACSA/t2e72QAUwvc/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501846697506600098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'm back to school on Wednesday and after I started school, mommy suddenly lose her inspiration on what to cook at home. She had maggie mee and salad as her lunch only. Mommy misses me a lot at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-1057337769835269848?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1057337769835269848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=1057337769835269848&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1057337769835269848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/1057337769835269848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-mommy-has-been-cooking-for-me.html' title='What mommy has been cooking for me?'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFp7mJGfoGI/AAAAAAAACRo/Fxgycnb5M88/s72-c/meatball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-363266493754335759</id><published>2010-08-05T14:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:20:31.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art &amp; Craft Time</title><content type='html'>Backdated 28.7.2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday was an art &amp; craft day. I did not take my nap on that day because I am not tired. Isabel was behaving very well that day. So, mommy took the opportunity to do a few activities with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I told mommy I want to do painting. Since the weather was not hot outside, mommy allowed me to go out and do painting. It was 4pm and we started painting outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with using paint brush, then later mommy taught me how to do finger painting. But I still prefer using paint brush because my fingers will not get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpy__4_VQI/AAAAAAAACQ4/43W3JrTpyO8/s1600/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpy__4_VQI/AAAAAAAACQ4/43W3JrTpyO8/s400/painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501836338594272514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece (combination of paint brush and finger painting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzKv-dEkI/AAAAAAAACRA/179tUsv4fxk/s1600/fish+painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzKv-dEkI/AAAAAAAACRA/179tUsv4fxk/s400/fish+painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501836523300786754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I painted a picture on my own and see the interpretation of the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzSmXhojI/AAAAAAAACRI/OFQLI1mt7OI/s1600/garden+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzSmXhojI/AAAAAAAACRI/OFQLI1mt7OI/s400/garden+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501836658160542258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why mommy not happy?" Mommy asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Because no one play with you. You are alone in the garden."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When daddy came back, daddy asked, " Where is daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy hiding in the tree!" I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After painting, we proceeded to blowing bubbles in the garden. Mommy blow, I catch the bubbles. I blow, mommy catch the bubbles. I can catch and hold the bubbles in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi bubble bubble...how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...don't go away..don't go away..." popped...here gone the bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzcc0rk3I/AAAAAAAACRQ/vC0p8M7vE-Q/s1600/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzcc0rk3I/AAAAAAAACRQ/vC0p8M7vE-Q/s400/bubbles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501836827397165938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had another craft time. I wanted to play with glue. So, mommy took an old magazine out and tear into broken pieces and let me stick. Yeah...my final craft work..  a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. The door can be opened too. I stick it all by myself. Mommy is proud of me. Usually I do not have the patience but today I have been very good in completing all my work by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzodL6b1I/AAAAAAAACRY/bnUr83GnpXA/s1600/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpzodL6b1I/AAAAAAAACRY/bnUr83GnpXA/s400/mickey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501837033653038930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpz_-JGPJI/AAAAAAAACRg/-zq7jguyJEI/s1600/PO20100804_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpz_-JGPJI/AAAAAAAACRg/-zq7jguyJEI/s400/PO20100804_0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501837437636590738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mommy for spending time with me too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-363266493754335759?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/363266493754335759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=363266493754335759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/363266493754335759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/363266493754335759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/08/art-craft-time.html' title='Art &amp; Craft Time'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpy__4_VQI/AAAAAAAACQ4/43W3JrTpyO8/s72-c/painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6665272051691347185</id><published>2010-08-04T16:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:57:24.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side effect of an icing cupcake</title><content type='html'>updated by mommy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made cupcakes together on Tuesday evening. We had fun baking together for the FIRST time. Just before dinner, the cupcakes were ready in the oven - freshly baked. Darren couldn't resist and insist that he was hungry and wanted to eat "something". Since we had an uninvited guest at that moment, my helper was late in preparing dinner for that night. So, I gave in. He had his first cupcake freshly taken out from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was emmm...yummilicious... I couldn't resist myself too..ate one too..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first one, he wanted a second one. I firmly said NO and he has to take his dinner before having a second one. While he was having his dinner, I went back to the kitchen and add some "icing" to beautify the remaining cupcakes. By the time I almost finished, he finished his dinner too. He came in and helped me to sprinkle the colourful icing sugar on the cupcakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished everything, he wanted his second cupcake. He chose one and he finished it within minutes. He told me "Delicious!". Then, he came in for a third one. This time he chose the biggest cupcakes of all. I was super happy seeing him loved the cupcakes so much. Well, a happy kid make a happy mom too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate with his whole mouth full of icing. He told me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, mommy!! I love you mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because you make cupcakes for me."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...i like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later, I noticed he started to run/jump around. He gave me a McD gun and wanted me to shoot him. He then pretend to be Ben10 sister and fight with me. He hardly play like this. He talked very loud too. He has been playing/moving around non-stop. He just acted so different and so active...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..suddenly it crossed my mind...the sugar he consumed just now..it must be the amount of sugar he had from the cupcakes make him so HYPERACTIVE. Even hubby shaked his head. Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found him too noisy and I brought Isabel to the room. He followed me too and he took out Isabel's toy box. Hold the rattles in both hands and kept shaking non-stop. He just couldn't calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you..he was like ..drunk...it was definitely not his usual self. Even when he was watching OSO, he imitated what the OSO said and said loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diana, you only have 6 seconds to wash the plates." My helper was washing things in the kitchen at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;"Faster...faster...6,5,4,3,2,1...assignment complete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby reminded me that no more sugar for him. I felt so bad suddenly and told myself, no more icing the next time. Maybe a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, he wanted cupcake again after his dinner. This time, I scrapped off the icing on top and handed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come nothing one?" He pointed at the top of cupcake and asked me why there is no icing on  top..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;"Got... because we put the cupcakes in the fridge, that's why the icing looked like that."There are still stain of icing on top...a white lie I told him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to make one more batch of cupcake but this time, I don't think I will put any icing on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cupcakes before putting icing. I did not use the cupcake mould because I am waiting for my mil to hand down hers to me. At the moment, I just make do without the mould. That's why you see funny shapes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpcjf6k1wI/AAAAAAAACQg/b2ed__k6VME/s1600/PO20100804_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpcjf6k1wI/AAAAAAAACQg/b2ed__k6VME/s400/PO20100804_0084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501811659718842114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After icing...Darren is so happy to see such colourful icing cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpdPz7K1BI/AAAAAAAACQo/lUwjkHGkIoE/s1600/PO20100804_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpdPz7K1BI/AAAAAAAACQo/lUwjkHGkIoE/s400/PO20100804_0094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501812421004284946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget what he told me and how happy he was when he was eating the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpfdHZTvOI/AAAAAAAACQw/qBG7q_eNv2Y/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpfdHZTvOI/AAAAAAAACQw/qBG7q_eNv2Y/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501814848592526562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6665272051691347185?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6665272051691347185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6665272051691347185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6665272051691347185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6665272051691347185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/08/side-effect-of-icing-cupcake.html' title='Side effect of an icing cupcake'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFpcjf6k1wI/AAAAAAAACQg/b2ed__k6VME/s72-c/PO20100804_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6948364390996627330</id><published>2010-07-28T21:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:01:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet making..</title><content type='html'>Last week, mommy took out mei mei's jumpsuits. Mommy said the design of the jumpsuits not good, very hard to wear for mei mei. So, instead of letting the jumpsuits sitting in the drawer, mommy decided to revamp it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3Lid7K5I/AAAAAAAACP4/YyVbErZDXo0/s1600/jumpsuit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3Lid7K5I/AAAAAAAACP4/YyVbErZDXo0/s400/jumpsuit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498955816389782418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut out the bottom. Then, mei mei can wear it as long sleeves pyjamas, after hand sewn the bottom part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3RwJXISI/AAAAAAAACQA/n9nYzU_3QPw/s1600/jumpsuit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3RwJXISI/AAAAAAAACQA/n9nYzU_3QPw/s400/jumpsuit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498955923140845858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, left that part of the legs..instead of throwing it..mommy suddenly has an idea to make it into puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was thinking no point make any animal puppets because I am not interested in animals. I will not play with it. So, last Saturday while I was watching OSO, she came out an idea to make an OSO for me. See...here come the OSO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3hBZhfTI/AAAAAAAACQI/80bCnJkWRi0/s1600/OSO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3hBZhfTI/AAAAAAAACQI/80bCnJkWRi0/s400/OSO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498956185470074162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled and like it very much. I am playing it on and off and I pretend to be the little boy who needs help and mommy act as the puppet OSO to come and help me...it's FUN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later, while I was watching the playhouse disney channel, the Ooh and Aah appeared and I always tried to imitate them talking. So, off we go and make an Ooh and Aah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3ow8dqwI/AAAAAAAACQQ/O51xrgwdrig/s1600/ohah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3ow8dqwI/AAAAAAAACQQ/O51xrgwdrig/s400/ohah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498956318492175106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played with the puppets...the red one is the bad one...will bite me...the blue one is a good one, will sayang me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3xNvroTI/AAAAAAAACQY/NsC0AaaChwY/s1600/play+oa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3xNvroTI/AAAAAAAACQY/NsC0AaaChwY/s400/play+oa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498956463662145842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was happy coz she never thought that I'll like it so much. It worth the efforts..Thank you mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6948364390996627330?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6948364390996627330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6948364390996627330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6948364390996627330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6948364390996627330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/07/puppet-making.html' title='Puppet making..'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TFA3Lid7K5I/AAAAAAAACP4/YyVbErZDXo0/s72-c/jumpsuit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-8784701009507766448</id><published>2010-07-26T22:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:14:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been doing at home?</title><content type='html'>Guess what I've been doing since I am staying at home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create havoc,&lt;br /&gt;I make mommy's blood boiling,&lt;br /&gt;I disturb Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;I also watch a lot of tv,&lt;br /&gt;I play a lot of handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that?&lt;br /&gt;No..I also play a lot with Isabel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2dkt29B2I/AAAAAAAACPQ/hKo4xQvqWok/s1600/PO20100726_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2dkt29B2I/AAAAAAAACPQ/hKo4xQvqWok/s320/PO20100726_0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498223974200182626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always carry, hug and kiss Isabel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2y6vAtuII/AAAAAAAACPY/imSlPC4g7PM/s1600/PO20100726_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2y6vAtuII/AAAAAAAACPY/imSlPC4g7PM/s320/PO20100726_0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498247442210863234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started painting too..after 1 year..I have forgotten how to paint. I prefer to draw now than to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2zD8t8YKI/AAAAAAAACPg/oHT_ORZT1gI/s1600/PO20100726_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2zD8t8YKI/AAAAAAAACPg/oHT_ORZT1gI/s320/PO20100726_0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498247600509051042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also make puppets...(will blog more about that in another post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2zoc9WWMI/AAAAAAAACPo/9CfMLNY1fjc/s1600/PO20100726_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2zoc9WWMI/AAAAAAAACPo/9CfMLNY1fjc/s320/PO20100726_0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498248227638892738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brings me cycle too during the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2dWBImYHI/AAAAAAAACPI/lQseghZJrgk/s1600/PO20100726_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2dWBImYHI/AAAAAAAACPI/lQseghZJrgk/s320/PO20100726_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498223721676431474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring joy and laughter back to the home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-8784701009507766448?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8784701009507766448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=8784701009507766448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8784701009507766448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/8784701009507766448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-have-i-been-doing-at-home.html' title='What have I been doing at home?'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/TE2dkt29B2I/AAAAAAAACPQ/hKo4xQvqWok/s72-c/PO20100726_0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395705.post-6143440481872303042</id><published>2010-07-25T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:36:24.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally hospitalised but has discharged and now recovered</title><content type='html'>From ear infection, i don't know how, it has turned out to be pneumonia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday morning, we decided to send Isabel to hospital and see her pead because she seems to start coughing and sneezing. We know Darren sure will follow. So, we decided to bring him along and let him see the same doctor too since his fever was still on and off even on antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing his chest, doctor said his right chest sound congested and asked to send for x-ray. X-ray showed chest infection - Pneumonia. So, immediately he needed to admit to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came in one car and never pack anything. We did not want Darren to be in the same car with Isabel anymore. So, after lunch in hospital, I breastfed Isabel while hubby registering for the admission. After Isabel fall asleep, hubby drove Isabel and my helper home while I stayed back in hospital with Darren. Hubby packed everything and drove back to hospital. He then took over and I drove back home to take care of Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is his 2nd time admitting to hospital, he anticipated what the doctor is going to do when they try to insert the IV line for him. He struggled so much. I basically have to press my body on his to prevent him from moving together with 2 other nurses. He screamed, cried and coughed...It was really a battle. It took the doctor 3 tries to successfully insert for him. His vein moved everything he exert power and the blood flow out. I can sense the doctor was getting tensed too as he kept asking Darren not to move.  Poor boy, he was poked on right wrist, upper right arm and finally on left wrist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in law came down that night. My mil was kind enough to stay back to help to take care of Darren during the day while hubby needed to go to office. Hubby took over at night and mil came home. Darren was supposed to be on drip the next day since he was not eating...the poor boy was so scared that he hugged my mil's leg and refused to get it done. He was so scared till he dare not go near his bed where the drip was placed next to the bed. He rather sleep and nap in hubby's sleeprette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed for 4 days 3 nights and finally discharged last Saturday. Took another 5 days of antibiotic and he has fully recovered by now. I have not started him on school yet. Building up his immune system is the thing I need to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone has recovered and we can hug and kiss each other without worries..he loves playing with Isabel and I also let him carried Isabel. I missed hugging him and we spent a lot of time together. I am really happy as the bug has finally left us. Even hubby has stopped coughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying back home also means he will create a lot of problem at home. He is getting more restless and started to do many irritating things around. My helper and I are very very busy with the 2 kids at home and have no time for anything. I am stealing time out to complete my outstanding posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395705-6143440481872303042?l=babysecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6143440481872303042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395705&amp;postID=6143440481872303042&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6143440481872303042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395705/posts/default/6143440481872303042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysecret.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-hospitalised-but-has-discharged.html' title='Finally hospitalised but has discharged and now recovered'/><author><name>Baby Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07284822885303380032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paD1N23Gj_g/SKT-7eiNqZI/AAAAAAAABBU/3pegTZw3svU/S220/IMG_0164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
