He is 4 months old today. Not more late nights for me. He will usually sleep by 10.30pm and wakes up once or twice for milk. Dunno what time coz, I just need to lift up my t-shirt and let him suckles while I go back to slumber land. 
He is one happy boy. Smile at me even before I smile at him!
Bye Bye Long Rebonded Hair!!! *sop sop sop*
Hi back short hair!
Due to lotsa, lotsa hair dropping on the floor. Bedroom floor, Bathroom floor and Office Floor.
And lotsa, lotsa split ends.
And I do not want to risk being bald.
I decided to drive myself to the hair saloon with heart beating very very fast…the feeling is like going to the hospital to give birth only…to get it cut.
I told the hairdresser about my feelings and I might cry!
She said, “Take one last look at your hair now, I’m going to cut it now.” 
I’m happy with this new hair and according to hubby, I look younger! 
Of late, my boy did not pass motion on daily basis. 3-4 days once. The stool is not hard. But we are wondering why can’t he pass motion everyday.
One of the reason, might be, he drinks less water. He dislikes water. Always have to force him. When he is hungry, my mom will give him water first. He will suck but once he realised it is water, he will stop sucking and push it away with his tongue.
Another reason, according to my mom, he does not drink enough so, not much stools for the body to discharge. Got such thing one meh??? He drinks 2-3 ounces every 2-3 hours. And I am still breastfeeding him.
Yesterday, after him milky at 10pm, I said a short prayer for him to pass motion. Want to berak also have to pray. Anyway, God answers prayer. He berak so much after that. All the 3 days stools!!! hehe. PTL.
He complimented me!
I am wearing my white punjabi blouse with white pants today.
He said, “Mommy, nice!”
Ok, ok…he finally got the time to read my blog! 
Kiki saw me, “Mommy, nice.” “Take off my baju, I want to wear pretty dress.” She was still in her pyjamas then. Told my mom to let her wear dress. Did not take off her pants so that she can look the same like mommy…hehe.
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Belle & Kiki decided to sleep with their grandma last night. Hubby came home early too. *wink, wink* kekeke
I think I wanna apply for international passport. Ya…you heard me right. I do not hold an international passport. Never been out of Malaysia. Poor me ya?
Hubby is in Singapore right now, accompanying a friend buying stocks from USANA. The friend needs someone to help him carry the pills supplements back here. Like smuggling drugs liddat!!! Anyway, it is legal ok.
If I got passport, can tag along and get my feet on foreign land (macam lar Singapore so foreign!…hehe).
My almost 3.5 years old & almost 2 years old started role playing recently. Kiki will call Belle, “Mommy” and Belle calls me “Daddy”. I think it is due to the absence of their daddy lately.
Whenever Kiki calls Belle, “Mommy, Mommy” Belle will answer, “Yes, Clarissa” in a very gentle tone. Like her mommy lor *ahem*
(During lunch just now. Belle holding the lipgloss)
Kiki: “Mommy, Mommy” runs after Belle.
Me: “Yes”
Kiki: “Mommy, Mommy” still running after Belle.
Me: “Yes, Clarissa.”
Kiki: “No” pointing to Belle. “Jiejie Mommy!”
An article from BBN.
I was holding a notice from my 13-year-old son’s school announcing a meeting to preview the new course in sexuality. Parents could examine the curriculum and take part in an actual lesson presented exactly as it would be given to the students.
When I arrived at the school, I was surprised to discover only about a dozen parents there. As we waited for the presentation, I thumbed through page after page of instructions in the prevention of pregnancy or disease. I found abstinence mentioned only in passing. When the teacher arrived with the school nurse, she asked if there were any questions. I asked why abstinence did not play a noticeable part in the material.
What happened next was shocking.
There was a great deal of laughter, and someone suggested that if I thought abstinence had any merit, I should go back to burying my head in the sand. The teacher and the nurse said nothing as I drowned in a sea of embarrassment. My mind had gone blank, and I could think of nothing to say.
The teacher explained to me that the job of the school was to teach “facts,” and the home was responsible for moral training.
I sat in silence for the next 20 minutes as the course was explained. The other parents seemed to give their unqualified support to the materials.
“Donuts, at the back,” announced the teacher during the break.
“I’d like you to put on the name tags we have prepared - they are right by the donuts - and mingle with the other parents.”
Everyone moved to the back of the room.
As I watched them affixing their name tags and shaking hands, I sat deep in thought. I was ashamed that I had not been able to convince them to include a serious discussion of abstinence in the materials. I uttered a silent prayer for guidance.
My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher’s hand on my shoulder.
“Won’t you join the others, Mr. Layton?” The nurse smiled sweetly at me. “The donuts are good.”
“No, thank you.” I replied.
“Well, then, how about a name tag? I’m sure the others would like to meet you.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” I replied.
“Won’t you please join them?” she coaxed.
“I’ll just wait here,” I said.
When the class was called back to order, the teacher looked around the long table and thanked everyone for putting on name tags. She ignored me.
Then she said, “Now we’re going to give you the same lesson we’ll be giving your children. Everyone please peel off your name tags.” I watched in silence as the tags came off.
“Now, then, on the back of one of the tags, I drew a tiny flower. Who has it, please?”
The gentleman across from me held it up.
“Here it is!” “All right,” she said.
“The flower represents disease. Do you recall with whom you shook hands?”
He pointed to a couple of people. “Very good,” she replied.
“The handshake in this case represents intimacy. So the two people you had contact with now have the disease.”
There was laughter and joking among the parents.
The teacher continued, “And whom did the two of you shake hands with?”
The point was well taken, and she explained how this lesson would show students how quickly disease is spread.
“Since we all shook hands, we all have the disease.”
“Speak now,” I thought, “but be humble.”
I noted wryly the latter admonition, then rose from my chair.
I apologized for any upset I might have caused earlier, congratulated the teacher on an excellent lesson that would impress the youth, and concluded by saying I had only one small point I wished to make.
“Not all of us were infected,” I said. “One of us… abstained.”
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