<?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-4502020430857383855</id><updated>2011-08-12T17:17:32.078+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='cognitive development'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='child development'/><category term='Playgroup'/><category term='toilet training'/><category term='Diet and Nutrition'/><category term='Tantrums'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='talk'/><category term='Educational'/><category term='Pretend Play'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='preschool review'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Motor skills'/><category term='Learning through Play'/><category term='Language Milestones'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Focus'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Transitions'/><category term='Sleep training'/><category term='Captions'/><category term='father&apos;s role'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='home school'/><category term='Why'/><category term='Raising Sons'/><category term='Preschool'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Health'/><category term='emotional development'/><category term='Play'/><title type='text'>Catch 40 Winks</title><subtitle type='html'>An interlude from the whirlwind of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-6893818704980438779</id><published>2010-03-30T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:45:23.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>The big move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4473828132/" title="wow by rachelteo76, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4473828132_e64732b83f_m.jpg" alt="wow" height="300" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 2 and a half years of being on Blogger. I have finally taken the big step of moving this blog into my own domain and to an external hosting service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to friends, many friends in my blogosphere network for reading my blog and regularly dropping your caring comments. Not forgetting my most loyal reader, dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to more wonderful years of blogging. See you on the other side; &lt;a href="http://www.catch-fortywinks.com/"&gt;http://www.catch-fortywinks.com&lt;/a&gt;   Kindly don't forget to add my new URL to your bookmarks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-6893818704980438779?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6893818704980438779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=6893818704980438779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6893818704980438779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6893818704980438779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-move.html' title='The big move'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4473828132_e64732b83f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1840834292535382928</id><published>2010-03-25T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:56:40.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Crazy month</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a never ending list of things to be done&lt;br /&gt;Morning, afternoon, wee hours in the night&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my eyes wide open is a tough fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSS, PHP. FTP.&lt;br /&gt;Acronyms that I see everyday&lt;br /&gt;No more greek to me now, I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to see glimpses of the fruit of my labour&lt;br /&gt;After days and nights of trial and error&lt;br /&gt;It does seem like it still takes forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little time on my hands&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that K starts school soon&lt;br /&gt;Giving me more time in the afternoons will be a boon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't be whinging or complaining&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it is what I have chose&lt;br /&gt;The only question I should pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN CAN STOP BEING SLEEP-DEPRIVED?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1840834292535382928?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1840834292535382928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1840834292535382928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1840834292535382928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1840834292535382928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-month.html' title='Crazy month'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-6955726636780803982</id><published>2010-03-17T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:19:32.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>On turning three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Kbirthday2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4439691189/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Kbirthday2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4439691189_1d901226fe.jpg" height="500" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It feels like just yesterday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;That you were just a little bundle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;In my arms you quietly lay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;At that moment, motherhood was still a muddle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One was the number &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;That you stood up and started walking&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Still waking up many times in your slumber &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And blubbering was all you were talking&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two was a picture of giggle and tears&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Full of mischief, difficult to please&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Temper tantrums, screams and lots of fears&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh I was wondering when will it cease&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three has lots of sunshine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lots of warmth and humor to light up our day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Endearing ways that suit us just fine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just that little more difficult when you want your way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Filling our days with your endless chatter &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Asking questions till our patience run thin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Somedays it gets a little bit better&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;When you flash us your cheeky look and gummy grin &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We just want to thank God above &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank Him for filling our years with laughter &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our lives with lots of love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And endless loving banter &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Regardless of whether you are stubborn little thing &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well-behaved or a naughty boy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;You will always be my little darling &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And daddy’s biggest pride and joy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday Kyle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-6955726636780803982?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6955726636780803982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=6955726636780803982' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6955726636780803982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6955726636780803982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-turning-three.html' title='On turning three'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4439691189_1d901226fe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-6741800262813750729</id><published>2010-03-17T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:18:03.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle turns three!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Kbirthday5 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4439691665/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Kbirthday5" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4439691665_48fedb84db.jpg" height="500" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an extremely challenging morning with a misbehaving K, dh and I found the perfect excuse to leave the house legitimately (with K’s permission) to get his birthday cake. K was aware that his misbehaviour had consequences and was feeling quite miserable, but he knew that he had to stay at home with our helper. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We quietly put up the decorations in the hall when we got back, while K took his afternoon nap.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When K got up, he grinned from ear to ear to see the house decorated for his birthday party and could not wait to celebrate his birthday in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Kbirthday1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4440500430/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Kbirthday1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2755/4440500430_890543ecdd.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of the evening was the cake that we ‘pimped up’, Ben-10 style. I skipped the idea of getting a nicely decorated Ben-10 fondant cake and went with a strawberry shortcake from Canele instead. To make the cake look a little more authentic Ben-10 style, I relegated the strawberries and replaced them with green chocolate chips and Ben-10 figurines. It was a hit with the birthday boy, and the adults who attended his party sure were glad that they were not fed a heavy butter-cream cake enveloped with fancy fondant-covered decorations. &lt;a title="Kbirthday3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4440467928/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Kbirthday3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4440467928_9c59550286.jpg" height="346" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="Kbirthday4 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4439691491/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Kbirthday4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4439691491_60c700fddc.jpg" height="500" width="401" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-6741800262813750729?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6741800262813750729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=6741800262813750729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6741800262813750729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6741800262813750729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyle-turns-three.html' title='Kyle turns three!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4439691665_48fedb84db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1951181742159252587</id><published>2010-03-16T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:46:24.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet training'/><title type='text'>Toileting battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have discovered that K is a very determined child. Once he has made up his mind that he wants to do something, he will be firmly resolved to his cause and no amount of persuasion, coaxing or even reprimanding can sway his decision. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Determination is a good thing I suppose. Especially when it comes to personal goals and meeting objectives. But when it comes down to something like; deciding not to use the toilet/potty when doing his big business and sticking to his diapers, I had to try to break his resolve. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For the past 5 days, I have tried to get him to pass motion in the ‘proper way’, but I failed miserably. He stood resolute against the ‘enemy’ (me) and refused to barge. He attempted to be cooperative and visit the toilet when told to on the 3rd day, he climbed onto the toilet bowl and potty for a total of 10 times in 2 hours and still nothing resulted from his attempt. One the 4th day, he sat on his potty for 1 and a half hours, coupled with big yawns, loud exclamations that he was very tired and that he was concentrating and the poop was on its way out, but still nothing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the 5th day, I was so worried about his constipation problems that I brought him to the doctor and got a suppository inserted. 10 minutes later when we got home, he had to clear his bowels but still refused to use the toilet/potty. By this time, he was sobbing loudly due to the pain and discomfort, but still refused to poop in the toilet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After half an hour, I gave in. I could not take seeing him so tortured and decided that this was a battle I chose not to fight for now. I helped him into the diapers and immediately after, he pooped in it. The 2nd time, he could not hold it in and there was a small accident, so I had to help him onto the toilet. After his attempt sitting on the toilet, he cried and said it was smelly and wanted to be washed straightaway. I realised then, that my child has more than constipation issues, he could potentially have a fear of pooping in the toilet or even some form of Obsessive Complusive Disorder. However, I still cannot quite fathom why he is perfectly alright with peeing in the toilet thought.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will have to let him continue using his diapers for now and revisit this problem down the road. Maybe by the time he turns 4 or 5, he will think that it is embarrassing to be in diapers and decide to do it the normal way like everyone else. I hope so, I do really hope so… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1951181742159252587?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1951181742159252587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1951181742159252587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1951181742159252587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1951181742159252587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/toileting-battle.html' title='Toileting battle'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5039516982249075119</id><published>2010-03-07T09:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:47:30.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tantrums'/><title type='text'>Regression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After 12 days of co-sleeping, breaking routines, skipping naps, K’s sleeping habits have regressed. For the past 3 days since we got back from our vacation, I have to re-train him all over again to sleep by himself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sleeping routines have got back to usual, more or less. Except that he is very bad tempered, stubborn, un-cooperative and has started screaming when he does not get his way. When I ask him what is wrong with him, he tells me, “Not enough sleep.” A lousy excuse when he gets up early, too early at 7.30 a.m. and then refuses to go back to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I have resorted to using the threat of ‘the hanger’ a little too often these past couple of days. K is absolutely terrified of the sight of ‘the hanger’ and that is probably the only thing that can coerce good behaviour out of him for now. Besides ‘the hanger’, I have another trump card for now; his birthday cake and presents. His birthday is approaching in about a weeks’ time and I have told him that if continues to misbehave, there will be no cake, no presents, no celebration. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, all it takes is that potential thought of a loss of privileges, that might get a tot to wise up a little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5039516982249075119?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5039516982249075119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=5039516982249075119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5039516982249075119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5039516982249075119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/regression.html' title='Regression'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8174347850052825445</id><published>2010-03-04T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:56:30.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The best thing about our holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;12 days is just about the maximum number of days we can stay in Sydney (without getting sick of the place or getting broke first after eating out so much).  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s a wonderful cosmopolitan place, with lots to see and do, even for kids. However, most things are just too expensive. Shopping is about 30-40% more costly than Singapore (unless you limit your shopping from only Target, K-mart or thrift shops) and eating out is pricey. Besides there is hardly any service to talk about. Shopping is only fun when it comes to fresh produce, like meat, seafood, fruit and vegetables, however try not to even consider imported produce. I still find it extremely ridiculous that ginger (obviously not grown in Australia) costs like AUD$50 per kg! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Apart from little peeves like the above, it is still a nice place to go for a family vacation. The region offers a vast variety of nature and wildlife attractions, extremely apt for children who love nature and animals.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;For K, there is one memorable thing that he remembers fondly from our trip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="333"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9975973&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9975973&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" width="333"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9975973"&gt;The best thing...&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/catch40winks"&gt;Rachel T&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4412551931/" title="RIMG2300blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4412551931_1a8332d100.jpg" alt="RIMG2300blog" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8174347850052825445?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8174347850052825445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8174347850052825445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8174347850052825445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8174347850052825445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-thing-about-our-holiday.html' title='The best thing about our holiday?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2773/4412551931_1a8332d100_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1342784273089220376</id><published>2010-03-02T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:25:53.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To the west of Sydney lies the World Heritage-listed &lt;a href="http://www.bluemts.com.au/"&gt;Blue Mountains&lt;/a&gt; region. With its temperate climate, coupled with beautiful scenery, a trip to Sydney will not be complete without a visit to the Blue Mountains.  The close proximity of the Blue Mountains to Sydney (about 1 hour plus drive away) makes it ideal for a day trip, however, due to the lack of time, we only managed to view 3 sites and would have probably need a few more days to experience the many scenic sites of the region.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG2435blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4413227240/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2435blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4413227240_e76203f0a2.jpg" height="379" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2433blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4412457509/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2433blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4412457509_01cd82808c.jpg" height="396" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by a town Leura in Blue Mountains for lunch. Instead of walking around town to look what slowly explore what other cafes had to offer, we were hungry and fully trusted the map (that we purchase from the Blue Mountains information stop) for its recommendation.  &lt;a title="RIMG2439blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4412460815/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2439blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4412460815_cd19fcdeb8.jpg" height="500" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up having a simple sandwich lunch, french fries and nuggets (for K) for AUD$40, another one of many over-priced meals that we experienced during this trip. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG2445blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4413229788/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" alt="RIMG2445blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4413229788_a98cca70f3.jpg" align="left" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2448blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4413230652/"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG2448blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4413230652_e7631fdd93.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went on to visit the Three Sisters, a famous rock formation in Blue Mountains. A little less magnificent than I envisioned it to be, maybe the cliffs are slowly being slowly broken up by erosion and may one day be eroded away completely? Regardless, I still appreciate the wonders of nature with the view of the beautiful scenery.  &lt;a title="RIMG2454blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4412463463/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2454blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4412463463_1914a2d6e1.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2459blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4412464215_f8cb3a43dd.jpg" height="361" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="poseblog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4412453943/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="poseblog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4412453943_49f5fcb27b.jpg" height="407" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last stop in the Blue Mountains was taking rides on the scenic skyway, cable car, railway and a short nature trail on the broadwalks of a rainforest.&lt;a title="RIMG2479blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4413289706/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2479blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4413289706_31d244af39.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2484blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4412465883/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2484blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4412465883_dc5a335138.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="railwayblog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4412454147/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="railwayblog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4412454147_59ab3ce46d.jpg" height="345" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG2500blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4413236530/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2500blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4413236530_cb80e7a842.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drove back to the city thereafter and met Uncle Nick for our dinner for our last night in Sydney. Was not feeling too adventurous after a couple of expensive and disappointing meals in Sydney. So we ended up having our dinner in the same Italian restaurant in Darling Harbour, that same one that we dined in the last 2 nights. The four of us shared 1kg of bbq ribs, steak, 2 pasta dishes and were fully satiated after the wonderful and reasonably-priced meal. &lt;a title="RIMG2507blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4413237690/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2507blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4413237690_ac4ccc949d.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1342784273089220376?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1342784273089220376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1342784273089220376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1342784273089220376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1342784273089220376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-11.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 11'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2747/4413227240_e76203f0a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-6030605340117513655</id><published>2010-03-01T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:45:40.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The weather turned a little chillier on our last few days in Sydney, as it started raining in the morning of Day 10. From the hot 28 – 30 degrees celsius that we experienced the last couple of days, the temperature went down to about a windy 20 degrees celsius.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australian Museum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG2330blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410769884/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2330blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4410769884_3ae8f92a32.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to re-schedule our plans to visit Luna Park in the late morning and went instead to the Australian Museum. The wealth of exhibits encompassing natural history is really impressive, I like that there is an interactive area; &lt;a href="http://australianmuseum.net.au/event/Kidspace"&gt;Kids Space&lt;/a&gt;, specially for kids under 5s.&lt;a title="RIMG2336blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410005931/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2336blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4410005931_d026ac65d0.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="skeletonblog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410772820/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="skeletonblog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4410772820_e1f2414206.jpg" height="500" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="kidspace1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410767608/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kidspace1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2714/4410767608_b166f6ed21.jpg" height="409" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="kidspace2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410001459/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kidspace2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4410001459_cced0c2053.jpg" height="409" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="kidspace3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410767896/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kidspace3" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4410767896_d7601c5575.jpg" height="342" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2366blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410773664/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2366blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4410773664_53928728d6.jpg" height="500" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.lunaparksydney.com/"&gt;Luna Park&lt;/a&gt; after lunch despite a drizzle, we figured that the rain might stop and there will still be a couple of rides in the amusement park that will be sheltered from the rain. When we got there, we realised that Luna Park was closing in about 45 minutes time at 4.00 p.m. We also could not plan to return the next day as its opening days were only on Friday – Monday. So we tried our best to fully maximise our visit to the amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised that there is a similar amusement park like this in Melbourne in St. Kilda’s, and we never really bothered to visit the place when we were there about 10 years back. Guess a lot of things change when you have an additional little person in your life. &lt;a title="RIMG2378blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410774638/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2378blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4410774638_e8a4e93182.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Park entry is free, but the cost of taking the rides were really pricey, about AUD$10 per ride if no special passes were purchased. But since being little has got its privileges, (K’s admission to many of our visits to the various places of interest has been FOC, since he is below 4 years old). we got a special pass for K that cost $20.00. We specifically chose rides that he could either take himself or were allowed an accompanying adult without an extra charge; i.e., the carousel.&lt;a title="RIMG2383blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410014599/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2383blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4410014599_1f583e6308.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2395blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410781370/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2395blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4410781370_a34bb2607c.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coincidentally, the carousel is also K’s favorite ride at most amusement parks that we visit. Besides the rain got a little heavier, so dh and I made our money’s worth by taking turns to ride the carousel with K. The little boy was so thrilled that he got to sit the ride for at least 4 times over. &lt;a title="RIMG2399blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410782766/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2399blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4410782766_e8dca5f5b6.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As there was only 20 minutes left before closing time, we braved the drizzle and ventured further into the park to search for another ride that will be suitable for K. Overall, I think we really made our money’s worth with all the rides that K took, it only averaged about $2.00 per ride. Plus, it is really quite nice to be the few customers left in the park with hardly any other people around to vie for the rides. &lt;a title="rideblog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410002861/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="rideblog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4410002861_61485ddc46.jpg" height="404" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="lunapark by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410013701/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="lunapark" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4410013701_588bf238b8.jpg" height="500" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-6030605340117513655?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6030605340117513655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6030605340117513655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-10.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 10'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4410769884_3ae8f92a32_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-6242035635564440414</id><published>2010-02-28T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:59:26.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 9 (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Featherdale Wildlife Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.featherdale.com.au/index.htm"&gt;Featherdale&lt;/a&gt; is one of the best wildlife parks that we have visited thus far, and the experience here was much better than Sydney Wildlife Park in Darling Harbour. The park had a vast variety of Australian animals, the tamer ones like the wallaby and kangaroos roamed about freely in their areas and they are so docile that we could actually pat them! &lt;a title="RIMG2197blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410646130/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2197blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4410646130_ce5bfb478e.jpg" height="424" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2205blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409881675/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2205blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4409881675_d0ec99c0c0.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2211blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410649446/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2211blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4410649446_cfcd16430c.jpg" height="441" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2218blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410677754/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2218blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4410677754_5286231219.jpg" height="395" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2234blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410654776/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2234blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4410654776_f785d8bc90.jpg" height="500" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K was so keen in patting the animals that he asked me if he could also touch the ones in their enclosure. He was all excited and co-operative until we met the ‘witching hour’ of 3 p.m. (not a good time, especially when he did not get his afternoon nap for the day) and started fussing till we got him an ice-cream to end his visit on a good note. &lt;a title="RIMG2241blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410674802/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2241blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4410674802_d3070ce85f.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He fell fast asleep once we got back to the car and did not get up till an hour and a half later when we got back to The Rocks, north of Sydney city. As it started raining when we reach our next destination, dh had to brave the rain, ran to the nearest touristy shop to get an china-made umbrella that cost AUD$17.00! After spending so much for a lousy umbrella, we really regretted that we forgot to bring our own umbrella and K’s raincoat for this trip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While waiting for the rain to stop, we went into a French bakery shop for some tea and hot chocolate. This was first time that K got to have a cup of hot chocolate by himself. &lt;a title="RIMG2251blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410664800/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2251blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4410664800_a2a69947de.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the rain ended, we did the quintessential touristy thing of posing for photos at The Rock’s harbour, complete with the Sydney Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge in the background. &lt;a title="RIMG2267blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410667080/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2267blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4410667080_307748059b.jpg" height="399" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2280blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410667846/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2280blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4410667846_4e83a4193f.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were walking on the wharf on the way back to the car, K started fussing and dh told him that the wharf will open up and swallow him up if he continued to misbehave. K thought for a while and said, “No such thing.” Well, looks like tall tales such as this sort will not really work too well with him. Good attempt though, dh :)&lt;a title="RIMG2313blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409904099/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2313blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4409904099_bcdf058e59.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-6242035635564440414?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6242035635564440414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6242035635564440414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-8-part-2.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 9 (Part 2)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4410646130_ce5bfb478e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5906841010207467709</id><published>2010-02-28T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:59:15.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 9 (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The highlight of our trip to Sydney has to be the day that we visited a farm, wildlife park and The Rocks (again) all in a single day. Not that I was the cruel parent that wanted to maximise our vacation by cramming too many activities for a tot in one day. But rather, rest for K was much easier to be scheduled in, when we took long drives to visit attractions out of the city. Being that easy traveller, K often took his naps in the car during our long drives and was full of energy when we got to our destination. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal Farm Dural&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The visit to the farm in Dural, that was about an hour drive outside the city, provided many firsts for Kyle. We have been reading so much about farms, but never really got to experience it first hand. I was really looking forward to visit &lt;a href="http://www.goldenridgeanimalfarm.com.au/index.php?animal_farm_sydney&amp;amp;cat=17"&gt;Golden Ridge animal farm&lt;/a&gt;, as it was a first time at a farm for me as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our visit to the farm was the first time that K… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2074blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409808911/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2074blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2706/4409808911_4a29c3aac6.jpg" height="500" width="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2080blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409810203/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2080blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4409810203_1c81734038.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2096blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409810917/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2096blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4409810917_442d9d202b.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2105blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409814117/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2105blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4409814117_3c979bc34d.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2110blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410583846/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2110blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2723/4410583846_961a629aca.jpg" height="500" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2116blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409818255/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2116blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4409818255_5a33a096da.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2119blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410587850/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2119blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4410587850_b98a231ab4.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2078blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410576366/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2078blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2594/4410576366_c1b123df50.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2123blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410588590/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2123blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4410588590_54b488bc9c.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2125blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409827827/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2125blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4409827827_fd9b0c4b30.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2136blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410592050/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2136blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4410592050_7700ba9eb7.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2147blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410595044/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2147blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4410595044_0a3f623559.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2153blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409829301/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2153blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4409829301_2a3300fede.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2174blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4410597608/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2174blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4410597608_0a02156c88.jpg" height="500" width="485" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2179blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4409832551/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2179blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4409832551_ce80c13835.jpg" height="422" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this visit to the farm, dh and I realised that K has no fear at all for many kinds of animals. Often, fear is a learnt response for a child, it does help that adults around him show no fear for the animals and the child will learn to embrace new experiences / interaction with new animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5906841010207467709?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5906841010207467709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5906841010207467709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-8-part-1.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 9 (Part 1)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2706/4409808911_4a29c3aac6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-2132907939561185721</id><published>2010-02-27T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:53:22.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG2051blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408518304/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2051blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4408518304_bc2d346efb.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were back on another Sydney beach in the afternoon, after dropping Nana and Grand-dad off at the airport for their flight back to Singapore. This time round we took a short drive from the airport to Manly beach, so as to visit the Manly Ocean world; another of Sydney’s attraction which features many Australian’s sea creatures. &lt;a title="RIMG2063blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408518306/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2063blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4408518306_e52a7c0d78.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;Instead&lt;/a&gt; of getting all enthusiastic about the sea creatures in the Ocean World, K much preferred playing with the sand on the beach. &lt;a title="RIMG2048blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408518300/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2048blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4408518300_832be79686.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2058blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408518302/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2058blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4408518302_26e1b0f9c5.jpg" height="327" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, I was totally not prepared for K to swim so he only managed a 15 minutes play on the sand and was very disappointed when he had to leave. He was sobbing and insisted that we go back to Bondi beach right then. Dh and I discussed that we should visit Bondi Beach the next few days, before we returned to Singapore. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By then, K was feeling hungry and asking for a sandwich. We went for early dinner and settled with sandwiches and good but expensive fast food; Nandos, to fill our stomachs. &lt;a title="RIMG2065blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408518308/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2065blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4408518308_f8e22c6816.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K was feeling so tired after his meal that he fell asleep on the table. We were feeling a little guilty for wearing him out with the day’s activities and decided not to wake him up. He took a half an hour power nap and was all rearing to go afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-2132907939561185721?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2132907939561185721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2132907939561185721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-8.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 8'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4408518304_bc2d346efb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8526696995889923425</id><published>2010-02-25T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:10:53.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 6 &amp; 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally, the day that Kyle has been looking forward since we got to Sydney arrived; the day that dh joined us for our Sydney vacation. After catching on some rest in the afternoon, we went to Darling Harbour to check out the restaurants for some western fare for dinner. &lt;a title="RIMG1984blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406251062/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1984blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4406251062_aa4d658029.jpg" height="500" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1987blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405487269/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1987blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4405487269_759c2d2520.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1988blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4407611385/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1988blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4407611385_895c576b25.jpg" height="389" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1993blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4407612367/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1993blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4407612367_d38234ab7d.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We discovered this fantastic Italian restaurant with delicious fare at reasonable prices (according to Sydney’s standards), and ended going back there 3 more times for dinner for the rest of the days we were in Sydney. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were back to Darling Harbour the next morning to visit the Sydney Wildlife Park. An attraction located on the harbour, right next to the Sydney Aquarium that boasts a total of 130 Australian animal species all living in the recreations of the natural habitat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K was was utterly thrilled that he was finally able to get to see the kangeroos, koalas and wombats. Animals that he has been asking to see since the start of our trip. &lt;a title="RIMG2003blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408403716/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2003blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4408403716_59824c5c1f.jpg" height="413" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="wildlifepkblog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408404900/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="wildlifepkblog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/4408404900_d403f671f3.jpg" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="wildliferesiblog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408466264/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="wildliferesiblog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2710/4408466264_c7a0a5087b.jpg" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2022blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4407638357/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2022blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4407638357_3ed8b4d05e.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2025blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4407699825/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2025blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4407699825_e2f5954c25.jpg" height="382" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2042blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4408468426/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2042blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4408468426_20aebff70e.jpg" height="370" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG2046blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4407701679/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG2046blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4407701679_0aa10b8c6c.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8526696995889923425?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8526696995889923425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8526696995889923425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-6-7.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 6 &amp;amp; 7'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4406251062_aa4d658029_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-439203349544109135</id><published>2010-02-24T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:16:16.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG1941blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406208166/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1941blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4406208166_c3893ba82b.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To experience the golden sand and turquoise water of Australia’s most famous beach, we headed to Bondi Beach, just about 8km from the city centre. &lt;a title="RIMG1944blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406208690/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1944blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4406208690_9708d8d7c7.jpg" height="416" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG1950blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405444299/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1950blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4405444299_bee6e1fe90.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1959blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405445095/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1959blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4405445095_25bca2bcba.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For K, it was his first time experiencing such fine sand. He enjoyed scooping up the sand with his hands, running it through his fingers and kicking it around. Probably if I had brought his swimwear, shovel and bucket along, he would have no qualms staying on the beach for hours. &lt;a title="RIMG1967blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406211024/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1967blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4406211024_6f16e1262c.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to gently coaxed him into leaving the beach, and he was only willing to leave when Uncle Nick told him that daddy will bring him back here again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1968blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406217380/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1968blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4406217380_e0e51b5e0d.jpg" height="408" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-439203349544109135?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/439203349544109135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/439203349544109135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-5.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 5'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4406208166_c3893ba82b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-564049712712300542</id><published>2010-02-23T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:36:50.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After 3 days of packed schedules, I decided that K should take a breather so we kept our day easy and relaxing. K slept in till 10+ in the morning, while Grand-dad and Nana did more shopping for Uncle Nick's home in Sydney.&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="RIMG1916blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405374613/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We took a leisure walk to the nearest McD’s and K got his share of fast food for brunch, before returning to our 29th floor serviced apartment in the heart of Sydney’s city. We leisurely enjoyed the morning and spent some time taking in some cool breeze and the view of the city from the balcony of the apartment.&lt;a title="RIMG1913blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405374183/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1913blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4405374183_4b079be56b.jpg" height="423" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1916blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405374613/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1916blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4405374613_9fabd9fb7a.jpg" height="500" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K and I made our way to &lt;a href="http://www.powerhousemuseum.com/"&gt;Powerhouse museum&lt;/a&gt; in the afternoon. The Powerhouse museum is housed in an power station for Sydney’s old tram network and is one of Australia’s largest museum filled with interactive zones spanning technology, science and history. We did not visit the other exhibitions within the museum and headed straight for Zoe’s House Play Space.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG1920blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405375053/"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG1920blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4405375053_1fbff98ca9.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1922blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405375439/"&gt;&lt;img alt="RIMG1922blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4405375439_7dd5508907.jpg" height="500" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the key attractions of this museum for kids 3-6 years old is the renowned &lt;a href="http://play.powerhousemuseum.com/whatson/zoes_house.php"&gt;Zoe’s House play space&lt;/a&gt;; an interactive installation encouraging cooperative and creative play.&lt;a title="RIMG1931blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405375967/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1931blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4405375967_15c19cc6c0.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As it was a weekday afternoon, the play space was relatively empty except for 3 other kids sharing the area. K had a great time pretending he was a builder and getting someone to play alongside with him. &lt;a title="RIMG1935blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405376677/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1935blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2700/4405376677_b627aa35a9.jpg" height="423" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-564049712712300542?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/564049712712300542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/564049712712300542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-4.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 4'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4405374183_4b079be56b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1409404052775848076</id><published>2010-02-22T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:04:00.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG1890blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405280217/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1890blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4405280217_cf0ef609f0.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made a day trip to Hunter Valley on Day 3. &lt;a href="http://sg.sydney.com/area/Hunter_Valley.aspx"&gt;Hunter Valley&lt;/a&gt; is a popular destination for its wineries, fine food and scenic drives, about 2 hours drive away north of Sydney. This day trip was catered mostly for the adults as K did not really appreciate the fine food or the wine. The most encouraging thing though was that K is a great traveller and have no problems being in a car for a long drive. He was either taking short naps, singing his favorite repertoire of songs at the top of his voice or entertaining the adults with his comments throughout our road trip. &lt;a title="RIMG1895blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406045726/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1895blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2696/4406045726_c53e534d6a.jpg" height="500" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From this trip I found out that one of the most effective way to keep K contented and to get him to pose for a photo (even in a grumpy mood) is to offer him a jellybean. His passion for jellybeans can rival his love for ice cream and I can get him to do almost anything, if he gets a jellybean in exchange. &lt;a title="RIMG1898blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405281967/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1898blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4405281967_4233f11ab4.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our trip to the Hunter Valley will not be complete without a visit to the vineyard. The vineyards were not looking too lush at this particular time of the year as we were approaching the tail end of the harvest. &lt;a title="RIMG1900blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406048222/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1900blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4406048222_d4226deaae.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG1905blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4406050444/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1905blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4406050444_4ce3d7ee72.jpg" height="500" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun was getting a little bit too hot that afternoon and we decided to take a respite by stopping by an air-conditioned cheese shop. Instead of getting some cheese, which Grand-dad decided that it might be too much after nights of rich dinners. We all got ice cream and ice lollies to cool off from the heat. &lt;a title="yumblog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405286669/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="yumblog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4405286669_28cc8335f9.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K relished every bite of his ice cream and it got a bit too much for the little boy that was watching him enjoyed his ice cream. The latter refused to leave the shop until his parent got him the same ice cream that K was having. &lt;a title="RIMG1912blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405288315/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1912blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2796/4405288315_a0fffa3e9b.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For K, it was the perfect way to end off any excursion for the afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1409404052775848076?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1409404052775848076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1409404052775848076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-3.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 3'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4405280217_cf0ef609f0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-558942366487390644</id><published>2010-02-21T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:03:47.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG1822blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405932102/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1822blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4405932102_826d4cd5e4.jpg" height="367" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With everyone feeling a little jet-lagged from a lack of sleep from the previous night’s journey on the plane, we started our sight-seeing late the next morning. We crossed the Sydney Harbour bridge from the city to an area known as &lt;a href="http://sg.sydney.com/area/The_Rocks_and_Circular_Quay.aspx"&gt;The Rocks&lt;/a&gt;. The Rocks is framed by the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Opera House and is filled with heritage sites, galleries, cafes and a weekend Rocks’ market. &lt;a title="RIMG1825blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405169769/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1825blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4405169769_8632352e7b.jpg" height="500" width="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1827blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405936064/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1827blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2776/4405936064_4bf3f2fd55.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="RIMG1828blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405172547/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1828blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4405172547_bccb931a8a.jpg" height="500" width="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K was not the most complaint person that morning due to the lack of sleep. It did not help that it was a really hot day at 30 degrees celsius. The thing about the blazing sun rays in Australia is that you can feel a slight burning sensation on the skin after some exposure, so slathering lots of sun-block and wearing a hat is a must. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The heat must have bugged K quite a bit, as his mood varied according to temperature of his environment. Sun = super grumpy, Air-conditioned / shaded area = slightly happier. &lt;a title="RIMG1832blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405939834/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1832blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4405939834_77113be32f.jpg" height="500" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His mood only got better after grand-dad brought him to the harbour to see a big cruise ship and after he thoroughly enjoyed his lunch of Fish &amp;amp; Chips and Ice Cream. &lt;a title="RIMG1843blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405939838/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1843blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4405939838_037738f8f3.jpg" height="368" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things got even better for him when grand-dad proposed that we visit the &lt;a href="http://sg.sydney.com/town/Darling_Harbour/Sydney_Aquarium/info.aspx"&gt;Sydney Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; after our lunch. The experience at aquarium offered was worth the AUD $30+ entry fees, it was a much bigger place compared to our local Underwater World. &lt;a title="RIMG1867blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405939842/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1867blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2720/4405939842_b6c1c79895.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back to the serviced apartments, we caught a glimpse of the performers getting themselves ready for the Chinese New Year Twilight Parade. Every year towards the end of Chinese New Year, Sydney’s Chinatown streets will be filled with  floats, lanterns, lion/dragon dance performers, stilt walkers and acrobat celebrating the Lunar New Year. Very similar to what we see in our Chingay Parade but on a slightly smaller scale. &lt;a title="RIMG1878blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405939846/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1878blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4405939846_584a81f7c7.jpg" height="345" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That evening, we made our second attempt make our way to the Chinese seafood restaurant highly raved by Grand-dad, but our attempt was thwarted by road blocks set up for the Chinese New Year Parade :(  We ended up with a fairly good but expensive Chinese Seafood dinner in one of the restaurants in Chinatown. &lt;a title="RIMG1883blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405939848/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1883blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4405939848_b983cebdbc.jpg" height="500" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-558942366487390644?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/558942366487390644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/558942366487390644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-2.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 2'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4405932102_826d4cd5e4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-2645939775500642769</id><published>2010-02-20T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:03:34.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="RIMG1815blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405493844/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1815blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4405493844_45d646ddc3.jpg" height="500" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K usually gets very excited when he knows that he will be going to take a flight on the aeroplane. I started prepping Kyle up for our Sydney trip only a few days before, as it was a last minute decision on my end to follow my extended family on this trip. Primarily, this trip was arranged to help Nick to settle down before he starts his first week of uni at University of Sydney. &lt;a title="RIMG1818blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405547422/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1818blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4405547422_9b98637699_m.jpg" height="240" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a 7+ hours overnight flight from Singapore to Sydney. Despite skipping his nap that afternoon, K was running on a ‘high’ and only managed 2+ hours of sleep on the plane. &lt;a title="RIMG1817blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4404842239/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1817blog" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2788/4404842239_85ce6ba6cd.jpg" height="500" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived in Sydney early in the morning but could not check in into the service apartments till 2 p.m. that afternoon. We ended up shopping around for Uncle Nick’s things for his new apartment. K’s first day in Sydney wasn’t too pleasant as he was tired out from the flight and we could not get a place to rest till the afternoon. Thank goodness for the stroller, as K sneaked in little naps along the way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We ended the evening at Sydney’s Chinatown. Grand-dad was raving about the seafood at a certain Chinese restaurant located at Sussex street but could not quite find it that evening.&lt;a title="RIMG1819blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4404732565/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1819blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4404732565_7d31b97a08.jpg" height="500" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We settled for an alternative on Chinatown, which turned out to be a fairly pricey and mediocre meal. This was probably the start of our many slightly over-priced culinary experiences in Sydney. &lt;a title="RIMG1820blog by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4405497182/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="RIMG1820blog" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4405497182_3389f0070c.jpg" height="414" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-2645939775500642769?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2645939775500642769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2645939775500642769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kyles-sydney-adventure-day-1-and-2.html' title='Kyle’s Sydney adventure Day 1'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4405493844_45d646ddc3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1779445567272253392</id><published>2010-02-18T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:07:14.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Sleeping through</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;K is finally able to sleep through the night! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After being consistently denied milk twice nightly for one week and constantly being shouted at to “Go back to sleep!” each time he sits up on his bed in the wee hours of the morning. He has finally decided that there is really no point waking up in the middle of the night to be treated ‘cruelly’ by his unfeeling mother. Through the past 2 weeks, I have learnt that the best way to train a child to sleep through the night is to not give him any sort of attention at all. In other words, I have ignored all cries and complains and will comfort him only if he has been woken up from a nightmare. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The longest stretch of shut-eye that he has held so far this week is a full 11 hours! A real feat for someone barely 2 weeks ago would only sleep for 4-5 hours stretches at one time and wake up 2 to 3x at night. Our bedtime routine right after reading bedtime stories, singing some songs and saying a prayer, will be to arrange a ‘sleeping party’. His favorite soft toys will take turns to say goodnight to him, get a customary kiss and hug from him and would share the pillow with him. A hug and a kiss good night from me next and I will be out of his room! He has learnt to self-soothe, so he will then take another 15 – 30 minutes to sing himself to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah! Sleep training efforts have finally paid off. The process has been painful for the last 3 weeks but the rewards are truly worthwhile :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1779445567272253392?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1779445567272253392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1779445567272253392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1779445567272253392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1779445567272253392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleeping-through.html' title='Sleeping through'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4803824418645553724</id><published>2010-02-16T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:37:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break</title><content type='html'>After all that Chinese New Year madness, K and I will be taking a short break for the next one and a half week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our first vacation in 2010. Sydney here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4803824418645553724?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4803824418645553724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4803824418645553724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4803824418645553724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4803824418645553724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/02/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4443237733141284416</id><published>2010-02-10T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:03:51.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>To the countryside</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is so not true that Singapore is a dull place. There is actually so much to see and do when it comes to nature, especially when we wander a little off the beaten track. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Located in the North of Singapore is the &lt;a href="http://www.kranjicountryside.com/"&gt;Kranji Countryside&lt;/a&gt;; consisting of a cluster of 10 farms, where kids can get to see how fruit and organic veggies are grown, watch fishes being bred, see thousands of bullfrogs culminate in a single place and get up real close to goats. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our field trip to the farms in Kranji was more targeted towards the organic variety this time round. We stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.fireflies.sg/"&gt;Fireflies Health Farm&lt;/a&gt; to view the vegetable plots and picked up some organic vegetables. Since we are able to purchase the organically grown vegetable directly from the farm, the ones that were available for sale were extremely fresh and at a very reasonable prices. For K, it was a interesting experience for him to see how vegetables are grown, since we have just read the book &lt;a href="http://learningwithkyle.blogspot.com/2010/02/letter-v-and-growing-vegetable-soup.html"&gt;‘Growing Vegetable Soup’&lt;/a&gt; about a week ago.&lt;a title="kranji1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4345715488/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kranji1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4345715488_bb9ede1f49.jpg" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We proceeded to &lt;a href="http://www.bollywoodveggies.com/bistro.html"&gt;Bollywood Veggies&lt;/a&gt; for lunch. Our selection of chicken curry, mixed veggies and fish and chips + chicken nuggets for the boys were not too exciting for our taste buds, as the bistro boasts of healthy cooking with low salt and no-msg for all items on their menu. I guess our taste buds have been spoilt by our home-cooked food which is often laden with gravy and sauces for extra taste. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="kranji4 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4344974659/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kranji4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4344974659_6d1b8b9897.jpg" height="500" width="406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The boys much preferred eating the fries that was served alongside the fish and was soon back to chasing each other in the cafe and picking up pebbles outside the compound of the bistro.&lt;a title="kranji5 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4344974823/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kranji5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2803/4344974823_22220bfaba.jpg" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="kranji2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4344974169/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kranji2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4344974169_1220170a18.jpg" height="477" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After lunch, we took a leisure drive past Kranji Reservoir. Initially planned for the boys to see the scenery from inside the car, but K insisted that we stop for a while for them to enjoy the view. Their enthusiasm for the scenery was abruptly disrupted when silly me stepped into a patch of muddy grass.    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="kranji3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4344974415/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="kranji3" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4344974415_58a9a65b04.jpg" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some must-haves for any field trips with preschoolers; wide-brimmed hat for both tot and adult, sunglasses, a bottle of drinking water, wet and dry tissues. And this I have just realised is extremely crucial for any mishaps that could result in dirty hands/ muddy feet / legs; 1.5 litre pet bottle filled with tap water stashed in the boot of the car.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4443237733141284416?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4443237733141284416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4443237733141284416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4443237733141284416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4443237733141284416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-countryside.html' title='To the countryside'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4345715488_bb9ede1f49_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7395283198262372746</id><published>2010-02-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:50:43.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Pain tolerance - Quite low</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Don’t touch me, it hurts.” Kyle whined when dh touched his leg while sitting next to him on the bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K got his first scrape on his shin when he fell this evening, while hitting some golf balls downstairs with his new golf clubs. He was all teary when he came back upstairs with the graze on his leg, fussed a lot when I tried to clean the wound and placed the plaster on it. 10 minutes later, he was back downstairs running, hitting and picking up golf balls. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The whining started again when he got home and had to take his bath. After changing a fresh plaster for his wound, he started walking around the house with a limp. I asked him why he could not walk properly and he told me, “I don’t want the bandage to come out.” For the rest of the evening, he whined for help to climbing and getting down from the bed and chairs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I nudged dh and told him, “K is quite a wuss when he is in pain. His behaviour is really quite familiar, isn’t it?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7395283198262372746?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7395283198262372746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7395283198262372746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7395283198262372746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7395283198262372746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/02/pain-tolerance-quite-low.html' title='Pain tolerance - Quite low'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4683713565241329616</id><published>2010-02-09T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:25:27.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet and Nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transitions'/><title type='text'>No more milk bottles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The process of weaning K off the bottle has turned out better than I expected. I tried rubbing ginger on the milk bottles’ teats the first night, but he surprised me by finishing 2 bottles of milk, complete with the ginger taste on teats, and went contentedly back to sleep. The next night, I made him go cold turkey without his night feeds and did not bother to continue with ginger on the teats.  He complained for the 1st two nights, but finally gave up the fight and went back to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He is now drinking about 240ml of milk three times a day directly from a cup, and only drinks about a third of the quantity of milk that he used to. However the heartening thing is that he is less fussy when it comes to his main meals.  &lt;a title="eat by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4343162690/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="eat" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4343162690_064285f72f.jpg" height="403" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I should have realised from the start and wean him off the milk bottle much earlier. At least it would have reduce many of the battles that we had during his meal times. When I serve him his favorites like fishball, noodles (ramen especially), Chawanmushi, Xiao Long Bao, Pasta or Pizza, and he will be a co-operative tot at meal times.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4683713565241329616?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4683713565241329616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4683713565241329616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4683713565241329616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4683713565241329616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-more-milk-bottles.html' title='No more milk bottles!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4343162690_064285f72f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-923147829817088046</id><published>2010-02-03T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:39:27.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Where we going today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;K's first question to me on some mornings will be, "Where we going today? We have been going out so often these couple of weeks that he is always looking forward to the day's morning activities. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We met up with his favorite friend, Seth and his mom Lay Keng this morning, and the boys had lots of fun shopping for shoes. Who ever said that only women will get a little overboard when trying out new shoes!&lt;a title="shoe2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4326840549/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="shoe2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4326840549_68529579f7.jpg" height="251" width="500" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="shoe1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4326840457/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="shoe1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4326840457_08ac72ae53.jpg" height="500" width="477" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K has so much energy that it is getting a little challenging to get him to take his afternoon naps. Bringing him out in the mornings really helps to expend his excess energy and maintains my ‘me time’ in the afternoons. I also found that I should cut out sweets and chocolate in his diet (Dh take note; try not eat chocolate in front of K!), as he ends up bouncing off the walls and it gets extremely hard for him to fall asleep at night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am beginning to think twice about starting school next year, and have been contemplating to start K with school as early as after the Mar or June holidays. Although I get a little worried that I may end up the one who will be too bored in the mornings and resort to making crazy decisions like embarking on ‘Project No.2’… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-923147829817088046?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/923147829817088046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=923147829817088046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/923147829817088046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/923147829817088046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-we-going-today.html' title='Where we going today?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4326840549_68529579f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5660656868264962700</id><published>2010-02-01T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:39:24.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Don't disturb me</title><content type='html'>...while I read my magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4322631446/" title="read by rachelteo76, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4322631446_b09b599161.jpg" alt="read" height="500" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5660656868264962700?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5660656868264962700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=5660656868264962700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5660656868264962700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5660656868264962700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-disturb-me.html' title='Don&apos;t disturb me'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4322631446_b09b599161_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5340334602550211812</id><published>2010-01-30T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:49:31.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>K Talk – Why mummy should not go to work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dh always uses this excuse, “Mummy has to go out to work for a short while,” whenever I am out on a girls’ night out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next day after a girls’ night out…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K   :  Mummy go to work last night?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;M  :  Yes, for a short while only.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K  : I don’t like mummy to go to work?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;M : Why?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K : Because I will miss mummy (complete with a sad face) Mummy don’t go to work ok, stay at home with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had better treasure this response from K while it lasts, probably when he gets to primary school he might start asking me to go to work and get off his back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5340334602550211812?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5340334602550211812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=5340334602550211812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5340334602550211812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5340334602550211812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/k-talk-why-mummy-should-not-go-to-work.html' title='K Talk – Why mummy should not go to work.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7359482676290921056</id><published>2010-01-29T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:49:27.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After 2 days of torture (for me), waking up 5 times on the 1st night and 3 times last night. I came to realise that K is fully able to self-sooth himself to sleep with a little bit of encouragement. My encouragement comes in the form of total silence and zero body contact. I have also progressed to sitting on the floor next to his bed, while he tries to sing himself to sleep (see &lt;a href="http://bedtiming.typepad.com/bed-timing/2009/09/gentle-or-nocry-sleep-training-methods-part-ii-more-stepbysteps.html"&gt;link for ‘gradual extinction’&lt;/a&gt; sleep training). Eventually, I hope that I can be outside K’s room and he can fall asleep on his own. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So far, progress have been great. The only thing that is preventing K from sleeping through the night is his habit of waking up to ask for milk in the wee hours of the morning. This is the result of a lazy mom having a laissez faire attitude about leaving it all the helper when it comes to K’s sleeping habits. After 8 months of hardly any sleep, I threw in the towel and handed the responsibility of taking care of K over to my helper. Like most helpers, my helper chose the most convenient way  to give herself more shut-eye at nights; which is to shut the fussy baby up by feeding him milk. Despite my insistence to start feeding him water instead of milk when he turned 1 year old, she chose the easy way out. Unfortunately, K did not grow out of this habit and now is a slightly pudgy almost 3 year old with a big stomach, as a result of feeding too much on milk that he really does not need at night. I know I should not be blaming anyone else except myself. Lazy mummy! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the next hurdle to cross will be to wean K off his dependence on milk feeds from his milk bottle at night. Nana’s advice for me is to rub ginger on the milk bottle teats, a tried-and-tested method that has been used on me and my siblings when we were young. I am quite concerned that this method may just turned K off drinking formula milk altogether as he is a picky eater, and still needs his milk feeds to supplement his solid food intake. Nevertheless, I figured this will be an opportune time to move him to growing up milk and away from his dependence on the bottle. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been prepping him up for the transition since the beginning of the week. Telling him that his bottle is going to spoil, it will start to taste funny and we will have to throw it away. While getting him to anticipate his new sports bottle that is on its way. He loves it that he is going to get a sports bottle to drink his milk in, according to him, it’s “like uncle Nick’s”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/S2G4BZEZ7SI/AAAAAAAABj0/XeF4dfb3Zbo/s1600-h/camelbak%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="camelbak" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="camelbak" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/S2G4B9xbqyI/AAAAAAAABj4/t2j0P3-gq94/camelbak_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="244" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gosh, I cannot believe the extent I go to help K with his transitions. People never tell you that parenting will be tough when they keep encouraging you to have more children. Like what I told Dh recently, “I will only have our second child when I decide that I am ready to inflict more torture on myself.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7359482676290921056?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7359482676290921056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7359482676290921056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7359482676290921056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7359482676290921056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-sleep-for-me.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/S2G4B9xbqyI/AAAAAAAABj4/t2j0P3-gq94/s72-c/camelbak_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7721342099435460830</id><published>2010-01-27T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:30:29.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep training'/><title type='text'>Sleep training an almost 3 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night. I decided that enough is enough. K has been waking up too many times at night and too dependent on my helper to help him to sleep. I told myself that it is time to do whatever I can to get K to learn to sleep on his own. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When K was about 8 months old, I attempted sleep training but failed miserably, as I just was not determined enough. After that I decided to drop sleep training and hope that one day K will just grow out of it. Unfortunately, I soon realised that bad habits that are formed will never be grown out of. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I knew that I have to nip this problem in the bud and address it now, before it gets even harder as he grows older. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the evening, I told K that I will be helping him to learn how to sleep by himself. I told him that learning to sleep by himself is like learning how to feed himself, dress himself or riding the bicycle. All he has to do is to close his eyes, be quiet, not think about anything and go to sleep, I further added that only babies need to be pat to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We started at 10.00 p.m. After reading through 4 books together, I turned off the lights, said our prayers and tuck him into bed. I sat at the end of the bed, and did not respond to him when he talked to me. He started with, “Want to pang sai,” then went on to “Thirsty, want water.” Then continued with several other excuses. When he realised that he was not going to get any response from me, the bawling started. Then came frustrated ‘arghhs’, along with coughing and mock vomiting for the next half an hour. He then decided to sleep half an hour later. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It took a total of 1 hour last night. I think I had it easy last night as he was tired out by a whole host of activities earlier that evening; a short game of tennis with grand-dad, he rode his bicycle with Uncle Nick and even went to catch frogs with grand-dad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I do hope things get better the next few nights. Although I am prepared that things do sometimes get worse before it gets better. All K needs to know is that I. will. not. budge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7721342099435460830?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7721342099435460830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7721342099435460830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7721342099435460830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7721342099435460830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-training-almost-3-year-old.html' title='Sleep training an almost 3 year old'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8767606380898942441</id><published>2010-01-26T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:36:54.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Educational'/><title type='text'>A nostlagic trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you were born in the 70s like me, chances will be that you would have spent some Saturday afternoons in your childhood years watching The Electric Company. The Electric Company in its time was credited with helping many kids in the 70s and 80s to learn how to read. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;So when I saw the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000AA4F2O?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=httpcatchfort-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000AA4F2O"&gt;The Best of The Electric Company&lt;/a&gt; set of DVDs available online, I had to get it for nostlagic reasons. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p08p2qBN80&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p08p2qBN80&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looks like educational television in the 70s was definitely better than many of the dumbed-down educational programs we have on cable nowadays. The Electric Company was designed to be a phonics teaching medium that is light years ahead of many educational shows of today. I love the simple humour they had on the skits, plus seeing talented actors like Morgan Freeman and Bill Crosby in their early days is really quite amusing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K watched a couple of episodes this afternoon, he loves the Spiderman skits and calls this 'the funny show.’ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8767606380898942441?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8767606380898942441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8767606380898942441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8767606380898942441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8767606380898942441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/nostlagic-trip.html' title='A nostlagic trip'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-2781130189998607345</id><published>2010-01-25T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:47:40.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Sometimes all we need is to press the reset button</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Having a sick kid, sick dad and mom did not make our lives very interesting for the past one week. K prove to be the one with the strongest antibodies as he recovered in less than a week (that’s why I still stick to my insistence not to get him started on antibiotics), dh was heavily sedated through the last weekend, while I have been blowing endless streams of mucus from my nose since Wednesday. Thank goodness we are all better now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Despite little hiccups like these, there is really so much in life to be thankful for. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Reading about the how people are going hungry around the world, suffering from the aftermath of a recent natural disaster or how lives are lost so tragically. Reminds me how fortunate I am. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I get so busy that I tend to miss the small things. The small things can be so simple, yet I believe that we can still find happiness from these things if I made a conscious effort to notice it, appreciate and find joy in it. It really helps to look for simple things in our lives to be grateful for and to savor those things. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="swing" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4300220499_f25ec44a8a.jpg" height="239" width="500" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-2781130189998607345?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2781130189998607345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=2781130189998607345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2781130189998607345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2781130189998607345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-all-we-need-is-to-press-reset.html' title='Sometimes all we need is to press the reset button'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4300220499_f25ec44a8a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-2642901502288636637</id><published>2010-01-15T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:59:34.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Walk @ Hinhede Nature Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been 2 weeks since our last nature walk. This morning we went to another nature park near our home; &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_visitorsguide&amp;amp;task=naturereserves&amp;amp;id=47&amp;amp;Itemid=75"&gt;Hinhede Nature Park&lt;/a&gt;, just beside Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. The Hinhede Nature Park is a great alternative to the nature reserve, as it is filled with easy trails designed for families with young children and the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="hinhede7 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4275434581/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhede7" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4275434581_ba0cc61bf4.jpg" height="401" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we ventured onto the walking path, we were greeted by one of the park’s regular resident; the clouded monitor lizard.  It was a nice, serene and breezy walk, being surrounded by the canopy of trees around us, we hardly felt the heat of the morning sun. &lt;a title="hinhede1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4275411785/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhede1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4275411785_8e08876739.jpg" height="500" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="hinhede2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4276155428/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhede2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2756/4276155428_b4efc1d818.jpg" height="500" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The key feature of this nature park is the adventure play station. K enjoyed climbing up the bridges and was really keen &lt;a title="hinhede2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4276155428/"&gt;to try the playground slide. &lt;/a&gt;I dissuaded him from going down the slide, as I felt it looked daunting for someone his size, all I could say to him was “Next time, when you are taller you can try the slide.” I guess the adult was probably more afraid of the slide than the little one. &lt;a title="hinhede3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4276155426/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhede3" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4276155426_0b62cfd07c.jpg" height="254" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K then got on a swing for the first time and I think the ride on the swing was the key highlight for him at the nature park. I wonder why there are hardly any swings in neighbour-hood playgrounds these days. The last time I recalled seeing a swing was at one of those old school playgrounds in a housing estate (still with laced with sand and not rubber mats that we now see) in the east quite a few years back.  &lt;a title="hinhede4 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4276155420/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhede4" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4276155420_ec2e3afc98.jpg" height="500" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We kept our eyes and ears peeled for the park’s other residents; &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_g2bridge&amp;amp;view=gallery&amp;amp;Itemid=78&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1875"&gt;banded&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_g2bridge&amp;amp;view=gallery&amp;amp;Itemid=78&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1875"&gt;woodpecker&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_g2bridge&amp;amp;view=gallery&amp;amp;Itemid=78&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1875"&gt;drongo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_g2bridge&amp;amp;view=gallery&amp;amp;Itemid=78&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1875"&gt;plantain squirrel&lt;/a&gt; but could not spot any during our walk. The other highlight of the park was the scenic view of the Hinhede quarry, located at the end of the park. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="hinhedequarry by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4276155410/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhedequarry" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4276155410_96508e3af8.jpg" height="193" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the way back, we came across signs warning visitors not to feed the monkeys but did not catch the sight of any monkeys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="hinhede5 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4276155416/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhede5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4276155416_a750215d14.jpg" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended our walk with a visit to the visitor centre at the entrance of Bukit Timah nature reserve. Included in the exhibition area was 2 stuffed tigers, captured from the reserve eons ago, now stuffed and preserved for our viewing pleasure.&lt;a title="hinhede6 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4276155414/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="hinhede6" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4276155414_e1ba004918.jpg" height="378" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was hoping that we will get to see more animal life in the park, but I suppose most of them are hiding in the safety of the nature reserve. K needs to be much older before he gets to experience his first hike in the nature reserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-2642901502288636637?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/2642901502288636637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=2642901502288636637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2642901502288636637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/2642901502288636637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/walk-hinhede-nature-park.html' title='Walk @ Hinhede Nature Park'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4275434581_ba0cc61bf4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8228202974253526397</id><published>2010-01-12T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:55:15.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preschool'/><title type='text'>Fickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Been testing the water these few days with this question, “Do you want to go to school?” To my horror, K’s answer is now “No”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Knew it. His interest to go to school was purely on a whim. He now prefers to spend time with me in the morning, reading together, learning from new lapbooks, playing with his hoard of toys that he recently amassed from Christmas, going for our weekly nature walks or simply tagging along while I ran errands during certain weekday mornings. Don’t know if I should give myself a pat on the back for making home learning fun for K. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looks like “School is great / wonderful and you will have lots of fun and friends” indoctrination needs to start a.s.a.p. I still don’t have the guts, determination or discipline to home-school K for all of his preschool years.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8228202974253526397?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8228202974253526397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8228202974253526397' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8228202974253526397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8228202974253526397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/fickle.html' title='Fickle'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1633343440917557043</id><published>2010-01-09T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:10:02.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>A good break from nap routine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a stickler for routines. Especially when it comes to making sure that K takes his afternoon naps daily. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K’s nap times are the only time in the day where I can have some ‘me’ time; enjoy a cup of decaffeinated coffee, bury my head into a good book, start work on new lap books or just leisurely net surfing. Thus I started to get a little concerned lately, when K started sleeping later for his naps and waking up a little too early in the afternoons. I believe this could be largely due to his transition from a toddler to a pre-schooler, and his &lt;a href="http://www.sleepforkids.org/html/habits.html"&gt;sleep habits&lt;/a&gt; are slowly changing. I really dread the day when he will finally drop his afternoon naps :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, this week, I decided to go a little lenient on K’s nap routine when contractors came over to my place to fix a new air condition system. My helper took over the supervision at home, while DH, K and I went for lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.timeoutsingapore.com/restaurants/indian/mr-prata"&gt;Mr Prata&lt;/a&gt; @ Evans Road to satisfy my prata craving. Found out that K did not really like prata and preferred eating the bits of sugar on his plate.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We drove around town to get some errands done, sent Dh home afterwards, while K and I proceeded to seek some afternoon fun at Sentosa. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="sentosa1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4258891214/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="sentosa1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4258891214_fa3cb05be9.jpg" height="500" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I planned to drive into Sentosa so that there will be more time to explore the &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/nature/nature_walk.html"&gt;Nature Walk&lt;/a&gt; and then check out the beach thereafter. We ended up taking &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/useful_info/sentosa_express.html"&gt;Sentosa Express&lt;/a&gt; into the island, as K wanted to take the train into Sentosa instead. Public transport is still very much a novelty for him, although I think it will most likely change after a couple of years from now when he has to take his school bus to school.&lt;a title="sentosa2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4258891216/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="sentosa2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4258891216_e325a08575.jpg" height="500" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentosa was surprisingly busy for a weekday afternoon, we had to share the train with throngs of tourists and students. By the time we reached Sentosa island, it was almost 3 pm. So I decided that we skip the Nature Walk and head straight for the water play area at &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/beaches/palawan_beach.html"&gt;Palawan beach&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="sentosa3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4258891218/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="sentosa3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4258891218_365d3f9726.jpg" height="500" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a blazing hot afternoon. I found myself searching for shaded areas to hide, while I watched K have a splashing good time in the water play area, without being the least bit bothered about the sun. I slapped on lots of sunblock for K and myself, although that did not prevent us from getting  a couple of shades darker after our visit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After 2 hours, we headed back to our car, parked at at &lt;a href="http://www.vivocity.com.sg/home2.html"&gt;Vivo City&lt;/a&gt;. He was so awake and alert all through our excursion and did not show any signs of sleepiness until he got strapped into his car seat. He fell asleep barely 10 minutes into our drive back home and only got up when dh opened the car door. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tried to get him to sleep early that evening, but he took almost 1 hour before drifting off to sleep. And then woke up, fussing every other hour from 11 p.m. till like 2 a.m., and then woke up at 8 a.m. the next day. Was a moody and fussy kid the next morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe it is the break of routines that cause the sleeplessness or simply the mere excitement of the day that kept him awake? I guess I am right to trust my instincts to stick strictly to his afternoon naps daily, afterall, keeping to K’s nap routines is the best for him and I treasure my ‘me’ time too much to ever want to give it up.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1633343440917557043?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1633343440917557043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1633343440917557043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1633343440917557043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1633343440917557043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-break-from-nap-routine.html' title='A good break from nap routine?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4258891214_fa3cb05be9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-929496153554014219</id><published>2010-01-08T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:22:07.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Me ‘Kiasu’?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I never thought I will be thinking of this so soon...but today, I finally succumbed to the common syndrome that plague lots of Singaporean parents; planning ahead for their child's primary education. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just a few days ago, I loudly exclaimed to Dh that it is ok to stay where we are at now and then find a nearby primary school to register K in when time comes. I was thinking that it really did not matter and it was alright to drop our privileges (to be in one of the top 10 most popular primary schools in Singapore) to get into &lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg/education/admissions/primary-one-registration/"&gt;Phase 2A1&lt;/a&gt; (if he joins the alumni) or Phase 2A2 for being a 'old-boy' of the school. So I thought to myself, "I wonder what is the big deal about getting into a good primary school, I should not be so ‘&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiasu"&gt;kiasu&lt;/a&gt;’ since K hasn’t even started kindergarten..." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I realised that I have put a foot to my mouth after I spent this morning with my neighbour downstairs; Lay Keng, a SAHM with 4 kids. Her oldest being 15 years old and Seth, her youngest child, is the same age as K. We talked about her children’s experience in primary school, 3 separate experiences and how each varied from the other depending on the type of school the child attends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We talked about the &lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg/education/admissions/primary-one-registration/"&gt;parent volunteer system&lt;/a&gt;, how we can get into Phase 2B of a fairly good Christian primary school near our home (unfortunately distance of school is  &amp;gt; than 1km), if the school have any vacancies for parent volunteers. Parent volunteers need to accumulate 40 hours of service (that’s akin to starting volunteering when the child turns 4). Anyhow I am not even certain that I will be accepted as parent volunteer, since I don’t even know what ‘service’ I can offer to the school. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Key take-outs from our conversation? It does make a difference which school the child attends. It will differ from the kind of support teachers/school can give to the other areas of development for the child (apart from academic development). Dh and I came from good primary schools (due to the effort on the part of our parents), so shouldn’t I give my child a chance to be in a better primary school as well? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It dawned on me that I am a kiasu parent, to be even thinking about this even before K turns 3. Just when I told myself from the start of the new year that I will need to learn to be contented, learn to live a day at a time and trust God for my future, I find myself thinking of things that are more than 4 years away. I find it such a irony when I don’t even know what will happen from a year from here, yet I am thinking of something 4 years from now?   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s bizarre how having a child can make you conceive traits that you previously hope you will never have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-929496153554014219?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/929496153554014219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=929496153554014219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/929496153554014219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/929496153554014219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-kiasu.html' title='Me ‘Kiasu’?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-124897927337347240</id><published>2010-01-05T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:44:26.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Let me show you…”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="drama by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4246519809/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="drama" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4246519809_7a504baee4.jpg" height="500" width="395" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The drama king feigns death, complete with tongue hanging out and a mangled limb pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-124897927337347240?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/124897927337347240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=124897927337347240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/124897927337347240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/124897927337347240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-show-you.html' title='“Let me show you…”'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4246519809_7a504baee4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1418364143743539621</id><published>2010-01-02T22:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:12:03.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4237408394/" title="jan2-1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4237408394_48e2d9fb9e.jpg" alt="jan2-1" height="500" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K has decided that having the camera in his face is not that bad afterall. To my delight, he did not turned away when asked to smile, instead, flashed his sunniest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big deal for me, the over-eager family photographer, who revels for the moment to be able to capture that expression for this memorable shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1418364143743539621?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1418364143743539621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1418364143743539621' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1418364143743539621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1418364143743539621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheese.html' title='Cheese!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4237408394_48e2d9fb9e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1816734553654015442</id><published>2010-01-02T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:18:27.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Focus'/><title type='text'>Something to think about for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes a new year dawns with barely a quiet whisper, other times it arrives with a shout. This year I spent the early morning of the New Year all by myself in the study, drafting out a schedule for the next few weeks. Probably a harbinger that this new year is filled with lots of tasks ahead of me. Some which I look forward to expectantly and others I just want to procrastinate on. Just barely two days into the new year, my to-do-list is already filled to the brim. No doubt that this year will be a busy year for me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The beginning of a new year is an ideal time to stop and get my bearings. It's so easy to move along a busy week to another without ever stopping to think about where we're heading and the direction we are taking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are some questions from &lt;a href="http://biblicalspirituality.org/newyear.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (great for Christians, even some for non-Christians) for me to start with;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. What's the single most important thing you could do to improve the quality of your family life this year?&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the most important way you will, by God's grace, try to make this year different from last year? &lt;br /&gt;3. What's habit would you most like to establish this year? &lt;br /&gt;4. In which spiritual discipline do you most want to make progress this year, and what will you do about it? &lt;br /&gt;5. What is the single biggest time-waster in your life, and what will you do about it this year? &lt;br /&gt;6. What skill do you most want to learn or improve this year? &lt;br /&gt;7. For whose salvation will you pray most fervently this year? &lt;br /&gt;8. What single blessing from God do you want to seek most earnestly this year? &lt;br /&gt;9. What one thing could you do to improve your prayer life this year? &lt;br /&gt;10. What area of your life you most need growth, and what will you do about this year?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some which I already have the answer and others for me to think about these couple of days. For now, I am only sure of one thing for this new year. My God is good, and has gone ahead to pronounce that 2010 is a year of Victory, a year for Increase, a year for Restoration and a Year for Favor for me and my family! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I earnestly hope you will also be filled with as much hope as I have for the year 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1816734553654015442?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1816734553654015442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1816734553654015442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1816734553654015442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1816734553654015442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-think-about-for-2010.html' title='Something to think about for 2010'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7579262005832230575</id><published>2010-01-01T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:43:36.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>A New Year’s walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;K and I took a different route this morning when we went for our nature walk at Dairy Farm Nature Park. The distance we covered was about 2x further than the distance we walked during our last visit. My little trooper was all gamed to explore this new route and did not even asked me to carry him once throughout our 1 and a half hour walk. Actually I wouldn’t be surprised if we managed to cover at least 3km from our walk :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="route by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4232426289/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="route" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4232426289_884cf76fdb.jpg" height="479" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s amazing how how nature can be viewed so differently when we take that effort to observe nature in it’s organic form and see the patterns that it creates. &lt;a title="dfnat1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4233198438/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="dfnat1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4233198438_aaf7204aae.jpg" height="345" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every walk that we take together, K and I will always stop, observe and marvel at beauty of nature. Admire the vast variety of species of different wildflowers/plants on display and watch insects going about their business in their natural environment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="dfnat2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4232426961/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="dfnat2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4232426961_3cd4002336.jpg" height="500" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From our walk this time, we were rewarded with a breath-taking view of the Singapore quarry, located at the south-western end of the park. We took in the tranquil sight of the wetland and watched the aerial antics of a fuchsia-coloured dragonfly flying near the cattails. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="dfnat4 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4232427817/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="dfnat4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2537/4232427817_28127f28dc.jpg" height="161" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="dfnat3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4232427591/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="dfnat3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/4232427591_a896167554.jpg" height="263" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spend some time seated under the pavilion next to the quarry and quietly listened to hidden birds, one which sounded like rhythmic drumming of a woodpecker’s bill on a tree.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="dfnat5 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4232428965/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="dfnat5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2559/4232428965_86ee525e10.jpg" height="500" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K even wanted to explore one of the trails away from the walking path. I asked him if he knew what to do if a snake crossed our path, He shook his head. I then told him that it will be better if we explore this other trail the next time when daddy comes with us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On our way back to the entrance of the park, we were greeted by a group of wild monkeys and caught a glimpse of 2 squirrels scampering across the path in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="dfnat6 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4232429675/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="dfnat6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2503/4232429675_5d4179da86.jpg" height="379" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K was totally thrilled with the sights he saw this morning and he exclaimed really loudly on our way back, "I like nature!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7579262005832230575?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7579262005832230575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7579262005832230575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7579262005832230575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7579262005832230575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-walk.html' title='A New Year’s walk'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4232426289_884cf76fdb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7249539888879643146</id><published>2009-12-29T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:57:27.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Green fingers maybe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Is there fountain?” was the question that Kyle continually asked me in the car when we were on the way to the plant nursery. He absolutely loves water fountains and waterfalls, and often asks if he will be able to see one whenever we go for our nature outings. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This morning’s field trip to the plant nursery tied in with our &lt;a href="http://learningwithkyle.blogspot.com/2009/12/carrot-seed-and-letter-c-related-books.html"&gt;lesson plan for ‘The Carrot Seed’&lt;/a&gt;. I told him yesterday that we will go to the nursery to buy some flower pots, soil and seeds to plant our first vegetable, just like the little boy in the book. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="carrot6 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4224634782/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="carrot6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4224634782_960c3a1c6d.jpg" height="382" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;K saw a cactus and he was so intrigued by the thorns on the plant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="carrot7 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4224634788/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="carrot7" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/4224634788_ed4e7564ec.jpg" height="379" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While we were walking around the nursery, I was so tempted to get more plants for the home but realised that I have never tried growing my own plants (unless mung beans can be qualified as a plant), and these plants could likely die in my hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;He climbed into a garden swing by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="carrot8 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4224634790/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="carrot8" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/4224634790_b75a405108.jpg" height="500" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We finally got what we needed and went home to plant our first spring onion plant. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="carrot9 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4224634792/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="carrot9" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4224634792_0cf41352ff.jpg" height="500" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looking forward to see the seeds germinate in the next one week. Now when I ask K, “What does the plant need to grow?” He can tell me, “Soil, water, sun and air.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7249539888879643146?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7249539888879643146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7249539888879643146' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7249539888879643146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7249539888879643146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/green-fingers-maybe.html' title='Green fingers maybe?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4224634782_960c3a1c6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8252112967114072241</id><published>2009-12-26T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:11:47.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Annual Christmas do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Christmas season will not be complete without a get-together with friends. This is the second year that I have my friends over my place, and this year, I decided to make my own Christmas presents. &lt;a title="box3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4216310034/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="box3" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4216310034_b9abc9dbc8.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an attempt to make more cupcakes from the first recipe, I added less batter in some of the cupcake liners and ended up with 3/4 size of a cupcake. The result was less than satisfactory, however it was still rather satisfying to roll the coloured fondant and decorating the cupcakes with it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As for the menu for the evening : Bulgogi beef, kimchi and Shabu shabu beef with lots of mushrooms. Little preparation that I had to do before hand;  thanks to dad who shared his recipe with me (he is always excellent at sniffing out ways to create easy and tasty creations). We were so stuffed trying to finish the food that I ended up not bringing out the brownie and fruits that Linda brought for dessert. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some shots taken:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K really appreciated having Alex’s company. He stroked and pinched her cheek (quite gently I think, since Alex did not complain) a couple of times, and I was pleasantly surprised that he had little qualms in sharing his toys.&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="box1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4216309088_bf94f5fa2c.jpg" height="264" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Kris and Andrew were being entertained by the kiddos, while Linda joined in and played with them. &lt;a title="box4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4215539753/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="box4" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4215539753_7395cfc397.jpg" height="500" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K requested for his good old refrigerator cardboard house to set up. There were lots of excited squeals and laughter from Alex and K towards the end of the evening. &lt;a title="box5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4216312352/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="box5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2738/4216312352_45e5d8530f.jpg" height="385" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8252112967114072241?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8252112967114072241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8252112967114072241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8252112967114072241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8252112967114072241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/annual-christmas-do.html' title='Annual Christmas do'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4216310034_b9abc9dbc8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7378127994006682740</id><published>2009-12-25T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:02:06.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Christmas has always been a really special time of the year for the family. &lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="500" alt="xmas1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2517/4212877758_5098f31b9e.jpg" width="377" asas="asas" as="as" this="this" is="is" the="the" time="time" /&gt; We get to spend time with one another, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="xmas2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4212877762/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="402" alt="xmas2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4212877762_a6009dec9b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="xmas3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4212877764/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="500" alt="xmas3" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4004/4212877764_fbb11dd008.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Share, chat and enjoy a feast. &lt;a title="xmas4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4212877772/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="402" alt="xmas4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2682/4212877772_c1246464b8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Simply appreciating time together with the family. Having fun,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="xmas5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4212877774/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="377" alt="xmas5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/4212877774_4af7050329.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;giving and caring,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="xmas6 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4212157945/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="500" alt="xmas6" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4212157945_d9477452a5.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;a celebration for the heart. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a title="xmas8 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4212880356/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="337" alt="xmas8" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2795/4212880356_19037f10cc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Christmas is not wonderful because of the pleasant surprises…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="xmas7 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4212880352/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="377" alt="xmas7" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4212880352_b7c467edfb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every Christmas song, every lit candle, every wrapped gift reminds me that this is the season of my Saviour’s birth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“‘They shall call His name Immanuel,’ translated as, ‘God with us.’”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 1:23)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s wishing all friends a Blessed Christmas! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7378127994006682740?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7378127994006682740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7378127994006682740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7378127994006682740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7378127994006682740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-with-family.html' title='Christmas with the family'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2517/4212877758_5098f31b9e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4441319001979145233</id><published>2009-12-22T23:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:13:22.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home school'/><title type='text'>Wishing for a rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We are back to doing our alphabet activities this week. K started on the &lt;a href="http://learningwithkyle.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter-r-activities.html"&gt;Letter R&lt;/a&gt; on the lapbook, we explored a food ingredient with chalk and did a rainbow craft. &lt;a href="http://www.craftideas.info/html/tutorial_-_colored_salt.html"&gt;Coloured salt&lt;/a&gt; was a simple and fun craft to do and he was thrilled to have created an array of rainbow colours in the bottle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One colour was missing in our rainbow colours, which was red. We could not create it with the chalk colours, it didn't really matter since K got the overall idea. So what are the colours of the rainbow? The lyrics of this song says it all;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Red and yellow and pink and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Purple and orange and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see a rainbow, see a rainbow, sing a rainbow too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="dec22 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4205603711/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="dec22" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4205603711_896828ba0b.jpg" height="500" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He now knows how a &lt;a href="http://www.myuniversalfacts.com/2006/04/how-rainbows-are-formed-what-causes.html"&gt;rainbow&lt;/a&gt; looks like but have yet to see a real one. It rains so often in Singapore yet the sighting of rainbows are so few and far between. I think I have seen less than 5 rainbows in my 30 odd years. I am wishing that K will be able to catch a glimpse of a rainbow that hopefully will come our way during our nature walks, one of these days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4441319001979145233?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4441319001979145233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4441319001979145233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4441319001979145233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4441319001979145233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-for-rainbow.html' title='Wishing for a rainbow'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4205603711_896828ba0b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7808287202608657749</id><published>2009-12-21T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:06:50.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Nature @ Dairy Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After our last nature walk, K and I have gotten quite hooked to the rush that we experienced after each trip, that I have decided that we will make this a weekly habit. This time round, we ventured slightly a little further; the Dairy Farm Nature Park, located about 2 km away from our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="df1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4205077491/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="df1" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4205077491_359770fcc1.jpg" height="433" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Butterflies of various colours greeted us as we started our walk. We craned our necks, looked left and right as we heard numerous birds chirping, in the hope that we will spot some uncommon birds but alas, did not see any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="df2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4205065301/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="df2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4205065301_7c350d2124.jpg" height="499" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The park was relatively quiet on a Monday morning, except for a couple of nature photographers and families that we met along the way. We spotted many wild flowers, unfortunately, with my lack of knowledge of flower species, I could not really tell K what they were. Fortunately for me, K did not show tremendous interest in the plants and much preferred looking out for insects and other creepy crawlies. Anyhow, looks like I have a bit of homework to do to get myself up to speed on my knowledge about things in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="df3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4205824482/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="df3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2746/4205824482_5e697be259.jpg" height="499" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;K spotted his first spiderweb in the ‘wild’, his first stream that morning and plenty more wild flowers along the way. The view of the lush greenery, fresh air and peaceful surroundings made up for the lack of birds. Most definitely we will be back to explore a new route, and will be armed with our magnifying lens the next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7808287202608657749?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7808287202608657749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7808287202608657749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7808287202608657749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7808287202608657749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/nature-dairy-farm.html' title='Nature @ Dairy Farm'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4205077491_359770fcc1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3056090281104653255</id><published>2009-12-15T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:46:03.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>A nature walk in our ‘backyard’</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nature1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4190012906/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="nature1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4190012906_5a19fab759.jpg" width="500" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setting :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bright and sunny morning at 9 a.m. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a small reservoir in our neighbour-hood park &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nature3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4189253977/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="nature3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/4189253977_df6eb0f9bc.jpg" width="500" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birds chirping &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crickets and other critters &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cascading water &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nature2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4189253679/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="nature2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/4189253679_16ea8e4842.jpg" width="256" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Discoveries : &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A baby brown lipped snail (its shell was only about 1 cm length) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wild fungi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bumblebee &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butterflies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of large black ants, about 2cm in length (Crematogaster sp) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wildflowers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A black crowned night heron (K’s description; ‘funny bird with long legs.’) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nature4 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4190013856/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="nature4" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4190013856_e1836a06a2.jpg" width="500" height="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Result :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An extremely observant and participative little one; busy looking under rocks, anticipating what he could discover under it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squealing with delight when he saw how the mimosa plant's leaves reacted when he touched it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A happy and energetic tot who was so willing to pose for photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No mention of TV or any present super-hero obsession throughout the 1 and a half hour walk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nature5 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/4189254557/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nature5" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4189254557_4774754e07.jpg" width="500" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="nature6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2558/4189255165_83afdd4ca1.jpg" width="500" height="421" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My initial worries were naught. I was worried that there will be little to see in the  neighbour-hood park behind our house, and he might get bored and restless. But our nature experience proved how wrong I was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This is all play to the children, but the mother is doing invaluable work; she is training their powers of observation and expression, increasing their vocabulary and their range of ideas by giving them the name and the uses of an object at the right moment,--when they ask, 'What is it?' and 'What is it for?” - &lt;/em&gt;Charlotte Mason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3056090281104653255?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3056090281104653255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3056090281104653255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3056090281104653255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3056090281104653255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/nature-walk-in-our-backyard.html' title='A nature walk in our ‘backyard’'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4190012906_5a19fab759_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1246800041177797441</id><published>2009-12-15T08:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:09:00.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>10 days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nanaxmas by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4149734539/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nanaxmas" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/4149734539_e666273aeb.jpg" width="500" height="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas deco at Nana's place; she has a real fir tree this year, decorated with her quaint ornaments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time for me to start losing some weight, before putting on more pounds after the long-anticipated Christmas eve feast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1246800041177797441?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1246800041177797441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1246800041177797441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1246800041177797441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1246800041177797441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-days-to-christmas.html' title='10 days to Christmas'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/4149734539_e666273aeb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3806803174082555838</id><published>2009-12-11T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:52:42.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A great way to end the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="raecombi by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4176864288/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="raecombi" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/4176864288_5c7998053b_b.jpg" width="463" height="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To be able to spend this evening playing with adorable mei mei Raeann was indeed a great way for K to end his week.  K had a great time playing house with her fabulous kitchen set and was kept extremely busy with Raeann’s huge selection of toys (lucky girl has many cousins with great hand-me-downs). And just when I thought I could get him away from his vehicle toys this evening, he got absolutely thrilled when he discovered this motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="raecombi1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4176864290/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="raecombi1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4176864290/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="raecombi1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/4176864290_b93f02c3eb.jpg" width="500" height="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="raecombi2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4176864294/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="raecombi2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/4176864294_4ffe977a33.jpg" width="500" height="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for being such a great host this evening, E. K and I had a wonderful time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3806803174082555838?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3806803174082555838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3806803174082555838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3806803174082555838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3806803174082555838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-way-to-end-week.html' title='A great way to end the week'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/4176864288_5c7998053b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5806015637905004878</id><published>2009-12-10T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:56:37.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Am I too loud for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="T3-1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4173905048/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="T3-1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2796/4173905048_068b7fac81.jpg" width="500" height="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came to realised since a while back that I have a overly-enthusiastic, boisterous and dramatic kid. The good thing about it is that he can be really sociable, loves having company, warms up quickly to children his age and can strike a conversation with any child on the playground. If his friend is willing to hold his hand, sit next to him during meals and run around together, his friend easily becomes his most favorite mention the next couple of days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he is in the dramatic and show-off mode, even if this is the first time he has met the adult, he will have no qualms performing his latest move. Like wriggling his butt (Shakira-style) or show the difference between a shocked look (mouth agape, very much like the expression in the photo below), versus a surprised face (eyes wide with mouth shaped into a small ‘O’). So he does get rather entertaining to watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="T3-2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4173873682/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="T3-2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4173873682_f9a2fbfa13.jpg" width="379" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; With Timothy on T3's big musical ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The not-so-good thing is that he tends to get really loud and dramatic at times and has a tendency to scare off kids who are a little quieter. It’s quite strange how nature has this way of balancing things out, I used to be this quieter kid in school that stayed away from the boisterous ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably will not have to worry much about him being lonely when he goes to school. Although I just may get comments from school like, “Your kid talks too loudly” or “He cannot sit still” or maybe “He always talks to his friends and end up distracting them in class.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="T3-3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4173119193/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="T3-3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2740/4173119193_951dfdc925.jpg" width="500" height="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting comfortable on the floor&lt;/em&gt; with his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lately, I find myself becoming quite stern with him. K is looking for constraints, yet at the same time resents them intensely. When he gets difficult, he can get extremely difficult. When he is at his best of behaviour, I just wonder if I am this cruel parent who tends to get overly harsh on him. It’s an age of incredible extremes. Yet, it is a wonderful time, as he is so full of this spontaneous enthusiasm and affection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not matter how tough it does get on some days, I am still extremely thankful to God that I am able to see my child learning, growing, enjoying the company of his friends, interacting and having fun with unbridled spontaneity. After almost one and a half years of being a SAHM, there is still nothing I miss about working in the corporate world. I will not trade this for anything in the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even for those days when he tends to get a little too loud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="T3-4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4173876464/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="T3-4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/4173876464_4039e29c56.jpg" width="343" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing with Timothy and Joyce at the viewing gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5806015637905004878?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5806015637905004878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=5806015637905004878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5806015637905004878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5806015637905004878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-too-loud-for-you.html' title='Am I too loud for you?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2796/4173905048_068b7fac81_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-42480256097227571</id><published>2009-12-08T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:18:26.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Nature is calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Growing up in concrete jungle like Singapore, I had little contact with nature and most of my time was spent indoors. I did get that occasional visit to the zoo or bird park, however, it was mostly through school excursions when I got to primary school. I recall that I experienced none of that when I was in preschool. (It was likely that early childhood education was still in it's infancy in Singapore in the early 80s and academic development was the only focus for the 4-6 year olds). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I finally learnt how to read at 6 or 7 years old, (I think in those days most kids only got to learn reading in primary school) I became a bookworm. Often my head was buried in storybooks, lost in the magical fantasy of Enid Blyton books, the mysteries of Nancy Drew and Secret 7. Rarely pick up any non-fiction books about birds, insects, frogs, plants etc. Without the knowlege of nature first hand, I did not have much interest in it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that I knew of nature, was limited to my pet dog in primary school, rabbits and hamsters kept by a next-door neighbour, bougan-villas, orchids and bonsais that were planted in my balcony by my green-fingers father. And a little more formal science lessons in school; planted some muang beans in primary school and in secondary school; learnt all about the innards of a dissected frog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only time when I got interested in nature was the time I spent in Australia in my university years. I walked to the campus from my home daily and always made a point to pick a wild flower, watch the butterflies, gaze at the cottony clouds above and simply marvel at the beauty of God’s creations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously. I hope K never become like that. To be so caught up in the secularity of this world and only know the man-made part of it. Only learn the commercial view of nature through animal enclosures and the television. Merely know the names of 2 kinds of species of birds; sparrows and mynahs or comprehend the metamorphosis of a chrysalis to a butterfly solely through a book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depravity comes in many forms, I think not giving a child opportunities to discern what he understands from nature through first hand knowledge is depravation. Children need to spend more time outdoors to be in direct contact with nature, learn to observe and recognise things in the natural world. I really have no excuse since there are a couple of nature parks a stone’s throw away from our home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A wide-brimmed hat, lots of sunblock and a love for nature will be all we need to deal with sweltering morning heat, profuse perspiration and some freckles along the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="bbpark by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4165136513/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" alt="bbpark" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/4165136513_f166a172fb.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying to spot squirrels and birds with Grand-dad in Bukit Batok Nature Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-42480256097227571?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/42480256097227571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=42480256097227571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/42480256097227571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/42480256097227571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/nature-is-calling.html' title='Nature is calling'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/4165136513_f166a172fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3296086825945234623</id><published>2009-12-07T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:48:55.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home school'/><title type='text'>Re-prioritising</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After spending so much time these last 3 years learning about child development and familiarising myself with the various education methods and ways to bring up a child. I often wonder what route I will take if dh and I chose to home-school K. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still don't have the courage and the discipline to do this and will chose the conventional route of entering my child into Singapore's school system. However I will have to admit that I have a dislike for Singapore’s educational system. I was a late developer, struggled through my academic years in upper primary school and secondary school. And only managed to blossom when I was sent to Australia for my university years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if K is like me? I really hope not, I rather he takes after his dad in the academic 'department' (dh was in the ‘gifted’ programme from primary 4). This will surely make it a little easier for me in his schooling years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, when dh and nana were watching golf channel in her place, they talked about the possibility of grooming K into a sportsman. K has shown potential for golf and tennis from a very young age. He picked up tennis before he could walk, would be hitting the balls while sitting in his tricycle. And could effortlessly swing his toy golf clubs and hit plastic golf balls when he was about 1 and a half years old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, the grim possibility is this. Even if K is gifted in golf or tennis, it is hard for him to gain international standing if we were to stay within Singapore. If our family cannot afford to invest hundreds of thousands to send him to a foreign university in US or UK, sponsor him for international tours to obtain a standing in PGA or Pro tennis circuit, there isn’t a chance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead of banking on hopes of being able to groom a sportsman, it is my job to expose him to as much learning as possible while growing up. Golf and tennis can be for leisure, if he really shows a gift for it, we can pursue it as see how far it brings him. The focus cannot be just in academics, it is not enough for one to just have book smarts. But also in areas of moral, emotional intelligence, social development, nature, sciences and the arts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds like a list of things to do and a huge challenge for me, but when I learnt more about the &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/CM/20Principles.html"&gt;Charlotte Mason&lt;/a&gt; educational method, it is not as hard as I imagined it to be. I have read about this about a year ago, but recently my interest in it has been renewed after reviewing my home-school experiences with K thus far. I will be looking at ways to incorporate the principles of this method with our home curriculum, and continue using this to supplement his learning even when he enters preschool. This method will have more longevity as he develops and will allow me to learn alongside with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is of my utmost conviction that that I bring up a child who will become a socially responsible and accountable adult, has self-control, learns to relate and adapts well to the environment around him. And most importantly, put God first in his life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3296086825945234623?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3296086825945234623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3296086825945234623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3296086825945234623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3296086825945234623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/re-prioritising.html' title='Re-prioritising'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1679196345826986968</id><published>2009-12-04T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:33:21.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="zoo6 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4158191602/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zoo6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4158191602_9a7640f109.jpg" width="386" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I figured that it was about time to make our 'Friends of the zoo' membership worthwhile, before it expires in 2 months. As dh had some time-off this morning, we took this opportunity to make a morning visit to the zoo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a mom who is a stickler for routines, I always ensure that our visits last the most 3-4 hours and then head home for K to get his long afternoon nap, after having lunch at the zoo. With that limited time each visit, the objectives to be achieved become extremely targeted. K will be posed this question, "What animal you want to see today?" And then we will just plan complusory stops along our route. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="zoowdad by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4157415849/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zoowdad" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4157415849_84c860f38b.jpg" width="500" height="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each time when we are at the zoo, dh will make sure that I take that mandatory photograph of K and him with the otters, and then reminisce about the very first photograph that I took of them both in that same location. It's hard to believe that it has been barely 1 year 7 months ago, and our precious little bundle has grown to be this sociable toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="zoo4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4157413711/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zoo4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4157413711_714a60515d.jpg" width="385" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A trip to the zoo will not be complete without a visit to waterplay area. Especially since K is such a huge fan of water play, I thought I should not deprive him of enjoying some splashing good fun just because I am not too willing to get myself wet. Thus, dh was assigned the task of accompanying K in and around the area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="zoo3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4157412541/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zoo3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4157412541_fe797f2ff0.jpg" width="385" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;K had a short 40 minutes experience in waterplay, before a downpour came and we settled for a greasy fried chicken lunch. One of my gripes about the Singapore Zoo has to be the quality of food that is available. Apparently a visit to the zoo usually means we have to end up with a not too appetising lunch. My junk food addict (hb) obviously did not mind one bit, although he did complain afterwards about how this brand of fried chicken has a tendency to make him quite sick after the food settles in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="zoo5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4158176098/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zoo5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/4158176098_276fa969e9.jpg" width="386" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevermind the food, it was the company that mattered. I am sure K enjoyed the family time together, although he got slightly feverish in the evening. Somehow, his antibodies has this tendency to work overtime after a session of waterplay. Time to load up on some vitamin C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1679196345826986968?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1679196345826986968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1679196345826986968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1679196345826986968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1679196345826986968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-time.html' title='Family time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4158191602_9a7640f109_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4327727110698162547</id><published>2009-12-02T16:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:03:17.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Meeting new friends and revisiting old ones</title><content type='html'>The last time &lt;a href="http://mamabliss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pauline&lt;/a&gt; and I met was a good 5 years ago. She was still working as a media planner and I was in brand management. We have came a long way since then, she's now a fantastic SAHM (brilliant @ homeschooling her children and a good cook) to two lovely kids, Timothy and Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a truly enjoyable session for K this morning, he got along really well with Tim (he has been telling me he wants a kor kor) and had a fabulous time at Atlantis City indoor playgym. As for me, I enjoyed a good catch up session with an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="revisedtnj1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4152681634/"&gt;&lt;img alt="revisedtnj1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/4152681634_a8d1ab0956.jpg" width="500" height="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Swimming' around the ball pit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="revisedtnj3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4151922193/"&gt;&lt;img alt="revisedtnj3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4151922193_aeea1689c9.jpg" width="386" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting Tim to jump into the ball pit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="revisedtnj2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4151922069/"&gt;&lt;img alt="revisedtnj2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4151922069_0017d903d4.jpg" width="386" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acquired a new milestone : He is finally able to cross the balance rope without any help, but with lots of encouragement from me. This was done only after shouting "Help, Mummy, me cannot do it," a couple of times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="revisedtnj4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4151922467/"&gt;&lt;img alt="revisedtnj4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4151922467_bc10191c40.jpg" width="500" height="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat next to Tim during lunch and played 'crashing' toy cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="revisedtnj5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4152682366/"&gt;&lt;img alt="revisedtnj5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4152682366_a635577e0a.jpg" width="386" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spontaneously held each other hands while making their way to the foyer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So looks like we will be seeing more of Atlantis city soon, as well as meeting up with Tim, Joyce and mummy Pauline! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4327727110698162547?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4327727110698162547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4327727110698162547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4327727110698162547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4327727110698162547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/meeting-new-friends-and-revisiting-old.html' title='Meeting new friends and revisiting old ones'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/4152681634_a8d1ab0956_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7987509946832592555</id><published>2009-12-01T22:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:19:15.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend Play'/><title type='text'>Boxing</title><content type='html'>K told me that he wanted to do boxing and needed to remove his shirt. Then requested for boxing gloves. I found an alternative; his socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he performed a series of punches and kicks in the air, coupled with nifty footwork. Wearing only underpants, sans his t-shirt and socks on both hands. Only when u are below 5 years old, one can be semi-naked in a photo, and get away with it by looking cute. &lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;a title="boxerk by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4149636249/"&gt;&lt;img alt="boxerk" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4149636249_32816a7ed4.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I asked him later where he learnt about boxing (None of us at home watch boxing on TV). He told me, "On TV, Grand-dad was watching."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7987509946832592555?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7987509946832592555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7987509946832592555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7987509946832592555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7987509946832592555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/boxing.html' title='Boxing'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/4149636249_32816a7ed4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7113030093041072840</id><published>2009-12-01T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:46:36.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>24 days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="lightscombi by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4137245375/"&gt;&lt;img alt="lightscombi" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4137245375_1aefc75700.jpg" width="336" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone holds his wrapped present at least once daily and has been asking me if he can open it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7113030093041072840?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7113030093041072840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7113030093041072840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7113030093041072840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7113030093041072840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-days-to-christmas.html' title='24 days to Christmas'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4137245375_1aefc75700_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1392987700716318963</id><published>2009-11-30T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:44:22.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Strange emotions</title><content type='html'>It started right after when K finished his slice of dh's birthday cake, I played a CD with Christmas music and K wanted to dance along to the music. When dh took my hand and told K that he wanted to give him a demo to show him how to slow dance to the music, K started getting upset and insisted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K : Only mummy dance with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dh carried him, then held my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dh : Family can dance together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;K got more upset, started crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K : Don't want family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dh tried to get him to explain why he said "don't want family," K was crying through this whole conversation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K : Only want mummy, don't want family. Daddy go to work, I want mummy only&lt;br /&gt;Dh : Don't you love daddy?&lt;br /&gt;K : Don't love daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By this time, Dh got quite sadden by K's remarks, so he asked K again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dh : Daddy, mummy and you are in one family, we love one another&lt;br /&gt;K : Sad family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K cried harder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M : Why did you say sad family? Mummy and daddy love you alot, you know?&lt;br /&gt;K : Daddy always go to work&lt;br /&gt;M : Don't you miss daddy?&lt;br /&gt;K : I want daddy to go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this moment, we both realised that K (being upset) purposely said the opposite what he wanted and this meant that dh did not spend enough time with him and he wanted to spend more time with his dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dh : Don't you like it like today, we went out and spend time together&lt;br /&gt;K : Yes (still sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;Dh : Don't you love daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K was crying even harder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K turned to dh and went into his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K : Daddy don't go to work&lt;br /&gt;Dh : Daddy needs to go to work as we need money for this home&lt;br /&gt;M : Daddy will spend more time with you ok?&lt;br /&gt;K : Yes (still sobbing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know how to react when I witnessed this that transpired in front of me, I was laughing and crying at the same time (being a mother does make me such an emotional wreck at times). It was so strange to hear a 2+ year old expressing that sort of emotion and sensitivity, yet I felt quite moved by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I am quite certain that the birthday cake that K ate had some pear liquer in it. So it's true that when a person gets drunk, you lose your inhibitions and tend to get emotional, even for a 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nov295 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4144161562/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nov295" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4144161562_0684bc1d62.jpg" width="350" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1392987700716318963?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1392987700716318963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1392987700716318963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1392987700716318963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1392987700716318963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/strange-emotions.html' title='Strange emotions'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4144161562_0684bc1d62_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3971143760016706405</id><published>2009-11-30T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:42:30.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Another birthday for K</title><content type='html'>Dh requested for Teppenyaki and we decided on Shima @ Goodwood Park Hotel. He had his fill of beef teppenyaki, while I stuffed myself with salmon sashimi and K loved the salmon teppenyaki and miso soup. We were all 'afflicted' with garlic breath for the rest of the day, but it was well worth it for we had a wonderful lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nov291 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4144161584/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nov291" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2680/4144161584_220569b020.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both wore the disposable bib given by the restaurant and and went to see the fishes in the tank outside its premises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nov292 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4144161580/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nov292" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2525/4144161580_d4784f5960.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last time we had a teppenyaki meal was when K was about 1 year old. He was rather fascinated when he watched the chef whip up our meal in full view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nov293 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4144161574/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nov293" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2557/4144161574_525e2b4f28.jpg" width="340" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No meal will be complete without dessert, and for K, it has to be vanilla ice cream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="nov294 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4144161572/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nov294" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2612/4144161572_5b757f85cd.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No, it's not his birthday today. But according to K, anyone from the family who celebrates his/her birthday will need to share their birthday with him. Which includes, allowing him steal the limelight and giving him the full responsibility of blowing the birthday candle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy birthday my dear hubby Keith...K and I love you lots! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3971143760016706405?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3971143760016706405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3971143760016706405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3971143760016706405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3971143760016706405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-birthday-for-k.html' title='Another birthday for K'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2680/4144161584_220569b020_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4075744014684665651</id><published>2009-11-27T15:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:34:05.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Ready, set, Bake! - Pistachio Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="kcook1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4137264827/"&gt;&lt;img alt="kcook1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4137264827_2bc1a65bfe.jpg" width="449" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our bake fest has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got this book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cupcakes-Cookies-Other-Tempting-Treats/dp/1407573187"&gt;1001 Cupcakes, Cakes and other tempting treats &lt;/a&gt;from the Borders sale (30% off for Borders members) and this is the first recipe that K and I have baked; Pistachio cookies. I am planning to bake at least one to two recipes a week from this book, and possibly more leading up to Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="kcook2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4138028478/"&gt;&lt;img alt="kcook2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2731/4138028478_f2a8b54edc_m.jpg" width="240" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An easy and scrumptious bake, here's the recipe:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Pistachio cookies copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4137301801/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pistachio cookies copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2585/4137301801_0e2e24f139.jpg" width="500" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4075744014684665651?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4075744014684665651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4075744014684665651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4075744014684665651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4075744014684665651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/ready-setn-bake-pistachio-cookies.html' title='Ready, set, Bake! - Pistachio Cookies'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2688/4137264827_2bc1a65bfe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4314045969172228577</id><published>2009-11-25T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:18:45.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A jolly good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="r&amp;amp;k1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4135763914/"&gt;&lt;img alt="r&amp;amp;k1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4135763914_f279963262.jpg" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were planning to watch the evening omnimax show @ the Science Centre, but as traffic to Jurong in the evenings are rather daunting, we ended up meeting up with mei mei Raeann and her mom Ermin, in town. The mummies squeezed in some catching up, a little bit of window shopping and a good dinner. While the little ones had lots of fun messing around with the toys in the shops and chasing each other all around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="rknov by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4135763936/"&gt;&lt;img alt="rknov" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/4135763936_5ae1730218.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is so nice to see the tots thoroughly enjoying one another's company and having so much fun. They even had colour-coordinated outfits (totally unplanned); christmas colours, so apt for the season. Looking as if they were all ready to bring on the Christmas cheer and lots of noise to people in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="r&amp;amp;k6 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4135763924/"&gt;&lt;img alt="r&amp;amp;k6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/4135763924_10a02c31d1.jpg" width="500" height="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K has become extremely sociable since turning 2, always telling me that he wants to meet his friends or go to their house to play (for a child, toys which don't belong to you are usually more intriguing). In fact, just a few days ago when we walked past a NTUC childcare, he caught a glimpse of the children in the classroom from outside the window and told me he wanted to go to school. And since that day, he has been telling me that he wants to go to school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sounds like he may be ready to start school soon. But just in case this interest is on a whim, school will not become a routine until after the 2nd quarter of 2010. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So as to keep K contented, it will just be more playdates for him to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4314045969172228577?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4314045969172228577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4314045969172228577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4314045969172228577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4314045969172228577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/jolly-good-time.html' title='A jolly good time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4135763914_f279963262_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-568833162729582378</id><published>2009-11-25T13:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:49:49.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Deliberating</title><content type='html'>I have been deliberating alot these couple of days. This happens to me alot when we are near to the closing of a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about whether I can do without a helper at home. Usually most people get better on the job with more experience, but it does not happen with my helper. She is probably too distracted about things with her own children in her hometown to listen to what I have to say. Like I cannot fathom how 'Marcaroni' can sound like 'Char Kway Teow.' Then when I say that she needs to listen carefully, she gives me attitude like as if I am the one who said the wrong thing in the first place. Lately, there have been lots of mistakes and lots of attitude from her. I really wonder who needs this arrangement more, her or I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be possible for me to do without a helper at home? She does relieved alot of K's basic caregiving and the household chores. And I do pity her as she is a single mother and needs the income. I will probably keep her till her contract ends in 2011, so I just have to be more tolerant, start to be less dependent on her help and start teaching K to be more independent from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to ensure that K learns to be less dependent on the helper, I will have to start looking for alternatives to keep K busy in the day time. Homeschooling works out well for some days, but not for most. Generally K only does these sessions once or twice a week. Most other times, he just want to do pretend play with things that he is familiar with, play with his toys or meet up his friends. K is becoming quite a sociable child as he enjoys the company of other children his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next easier alternative to start K with pre-nursery next year, the most twice a week. I figured that this will be a good introduction to having to attend school regularly. Still a little apprehensive about starting school, as he has little interest for structured activities and I am concerned that he will imitate bad habits/behaviour from other children. Besides, I have come to a conclusion that preschool is generally catered to the girls in class or quiet and compliant boys. As most of them have little problems doing seatwork; concentrating on activities like craft, colouring, worksheets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for the ideal one that has play-based programme and can give him a jump-start in learning mandarin. Still making a point to speak mandarin to him at home, however I find myself lapsing back into English which I am more comfortable speaking. So looks like I have got to get more quality chinese books for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my future plans to have another child? I am still keeping it for a maybe future, as I know I am not mentally prepared for another huge responsibility. Haven't quite forgotten the trauma of my previous pregnancy (my pregnancy with K was not an easy one, was hospitalised 3x during the 36.5 weeks), as well as the challenge of taking care of an infant in the first year. Besides I know with the arrival of a second one, there will be some time sacrificed with K. So baby number 2 has to wait. Like what K says when dh asks him if he wants a mei mei or didi, "Me older first." Besides I need another excuse when K gets older, to not to go back to work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will be keeping me busy on those days when K goes to school? Suppose it will be more me-time to read, surf the net, explore new recipes and study the bible (maybe enrolling myself in &lt;a href="http://www.bsfinternational.org/"&gt;BSF&lt;/a&gt; or getting involve in my church's women ministry?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2010 will likely be a year of new beginnings for K and myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-568833162729582378?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/568833162729582378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=568833162729582378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/568833162729582378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/568833162729582378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/deliberating.html' title='Deliberating'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4477457748139693473</id><published>2009-11-22T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:43:36.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend Play'/><title type='text'>The Robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7755534&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7755534&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7755534"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/catch40winks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rachel T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4477457748139693473?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4477457748139693473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4477457748139693473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4477457748139693473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4477457748139693473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/robot.html' title='The Robot'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4680678505979436421</id><published>2009-11-22T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:03:40.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Mummy go away</title><content type='html'>K   :  Go away Mummy&lt;br /&gt;M  :  Do u need my help?&lt;br /&gt;K   :  No need, go...go mummy, smelly&lt;br /&gt;M  :  Call me when u you are done, ok?&lt;br /&gt;K   :  Ok...go mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the occasional, "Mummy, want to change book." K has decided he wants to use the toilet for his 'big business' and has started becoming self-conscious about it. I managed to sneak this shot of him sitting on the toilet bowl, engrossed in his book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sun1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4124855772/"&gt;&lt;img alt="sun1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/4124855772_b78c6d01be.jpg" width="342" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4680678505979436421?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4680678505979436421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4680678505979436421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4680678505979436421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4680678505979436421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/mummy-go-away.html' title='Mummy go away'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/4124855772_b78c6d01be_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-9185818811516266925</id><published>2009-11-20T00:20:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:51:14.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>It's beginning to feel like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>It has been raining every single day since November 11 (Yes, I have made that mental note each time it rains). Whenever it rains, it just reminds me how near we are to Christmas and that this is my 2nd Christmas as a SAHM. No plans to change this status as I am enjoying it too much to ever want to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I have the advantage of beating the crowds on the weekends and be able to do all of my Christmas shopping on a weekday. I have just ended the frentic race to buy Christmas presents. Really early this year, as I so do not enjoy the experience of hanging out at malls and jostling with the crowds doing last minute shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to be able to relax with dh and k at a mall on a friday morning. Taking our time to enjoy a slow lunch and dessert, without having to queue up for food or wait for seats. Dh and I absolutely abhor crowds, so you will hardly see us at a mall in town on a weekend, unless one of us needs to get something urgently. We will rather be in our shorts+t-shirt+flip flops dropping by at our neighbourhood mall for lunch or dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading a feature on this new fast food restaurant, which has been voted as the best in New York, dh was curious enough to want to make a trip down to ION Orchard to try it out. Dh's review? Not bad, quite crispy and appetising, most apt for the american taste buds as the soy sauce chicken tasted a tad too sweet. Very much like sweet and sour pork dish that is served in most chinese restaurants in an European country, that is always a little too sweet on our taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ion2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4119450048/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="ion2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2612/4119450048_b700ae3519.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Holding on the tag @ 4 fingers, which will light up when the food is ready for collection&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ion1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4118679273/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="ion1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4118679273_93e3d7cd35.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For K, any meal in town will not be complete without dessert. So he patiently waited...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ion4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4119450398/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="ion4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2491/4119450398_0f02d88d7c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And waited...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally it was here, all 3 flavours. Coconut for dh, who is extremely consistent when it comes to his preferred gelato flavour. Apple flavour for me as I am the fickered-minded gelato consumer who usually goes with whatever I feel like for that day. And for K, another consistent epicurean when it comes to ice cream, it will be vanilla flavour for him. Except that the 'vanilla-like' flavour in this gelatarie was too milky so I chose another flavour that I was certain that he would like. When he tasted the hazelnut flavoured gelato, he exclaimed, "Like kinderjoy!" (his favorite egg-shaped chocolate that comes with a toy).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ion3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4119645434/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="ion3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4119645434_51c89b2866.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ion3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4118679641/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is so thrilled that daddy is able to spend the afternoon with him and the highlight of the day was surely the gelato, as he does not get to eat ice cream when he goes out with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ion5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4118679919/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="ion5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/4118679919_196342e64b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rare photos of me with K. Such is the life of the self-appointed family photographer, who is always behind the lens. But I am not complaining, for I get to be the one who selects the ones that get on my blog. So there will hardly be one that is uploaded with me displaying a bad hair/smile day :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyhow, I am in the mood for Christmas...planning to get the decor up at home, so as to get everyone else in the same mood, wrap up all the presents and looking forward to bake up a storm soon in my kitchen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-9185818811516266925?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/9185818811516266925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=9185818811516266925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/9185818811516266925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/9185818811516266925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-beginning-to-feel-like-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to feel like Christmas...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2612/4119450048_b700ae3519_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4470832782055150294</id><published>2009-11-18T00:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:30:13.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Friend n Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="fish1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4111957469/"&gt;&lt;img height="427" alt="fish1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4111957469_2a057b5e85.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really starting to appreciate the 'ulu-ness' of my address, which is in the vicinity of the Singapore Zoo and just a short drive to numerous nature parks and farms. This time round, K met up with Theo and we visited Qian Hu Fish Farm. Theo's mum, &lt;a href="http://sharonlavendercourtyard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt;, who is a mummy blogger as well, coincidentally live in the same estate as we do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K attempted 'longkang' fishing for the first time, but that didn't retain his interest for too long, as the fishes were darting around the pond too quickly. He got a little de-motivated when he only managed to catch a fish after 20 minutes. He much preferred to feed the koi in the nearby pond, and it was quite a sight to see the koi scrambling on top on one another to get to the food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="fish by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4111957457/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="fish" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2640/4111957457_3f46a9c83c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall review of the farm? Great for fish lovers, especially with its good variety of different breeds of fishes in tanks. 'Longkang' fishing experience will be more fun for the little ones only if they are able to get their feet wet in the 'longkang' (i.e., Bottletree Park in Sembawang). For a similar fish feeding experience with better landscaping, Hort Park will be a better option. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4470832782055150294?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4470832782055150294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4470832782055150294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4470832782055150294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4470832782055150294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/friend-n-fish.html' title='Friend n Fish'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4111957469_2a057b5e85_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1147960813286525668</id><published>2009-11-14T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:23:14.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dinner with the family</title><content type='html'>A dinner get-together for an 'early' birthday celebration for the November birthday boys; dh and Uncle Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="page1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4105954666/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="page1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2604/4105954666_138bcbcf51.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner at Aston's Prime, almost everyone had steak, while I had to settle for a grilled Halibut because of my bad throat; I was stuck with having the soft, greasy fish that was totally not appetising :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid's meal that K requested for; chicken tenders, was far from being tender. Little effort was made on Aston's to ensure that the kids meal looked or tasted good. This will most likely be my first and last time at Astons. The saving grace was definitely the company and endless entertainment from dear K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="page2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4105955326/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="page2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4105955326_8cf2c3fc44.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We proceeded to Orchard Central after dinner in search of dessert and K got a pretty good view of the Christmas lights from the long escalator located on the side facade of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="page3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4105189317/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="page3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2727/4105189317_d6c6a4ca30.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Great photo opportunities with grand-dad as they did their super-hero poses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="page4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4105190019/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="page4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2692/4105190019_88d987c56c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K was thrilled (as always) when he got hold of Yiyi's iphone, surely he is a technophile in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="page5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4105190601/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="page5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4105190601_b11b666167.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Photo-ops with Nana, Uncle Nick and Uncle Ed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to go with Gelera ice cream for dessert, K was thrilled with this choice. When we were selecting the flavours at the ice cream bar, he cast hopeful glances towards me, hoping he could have some of the ice cream. I nodded my head and he flashed me a huge grin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="page6 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4105958048/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="page6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/4105958048_bd561b0617.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He sure enjoyed himself while savouring the ice cream and showed off his dramatic displays of appreciation for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1147960813286525668?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1147960813286525668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1147960813286525668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1147960813286525668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1147960813286525668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/dinner-with-family.html' title='Dinner with the family'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2604/4105954666_138bcbcf51_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-372756544446956742</id><published>2009-11-13T15:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:05:01.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>K's talk : Adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Nov13-01 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4099545485/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Nov13-01" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/4099545485_5486e37137.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K : I am a adult&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh you are not an adult yet, you are a child or a kid now. You only become an adult when you are 21 years old. You want to be an adult?&lt;br /&gt;K : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why do you want to be an adult now?&lt;br /&gt;K : So that I can be tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It must be quite annoying seeing the world from his eye-level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-372756544446956742?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/372756544446956742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=372756544446956742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/372756544446956742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/372756544446956742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/ks-talk-adult.html' title='K&apos;s talk : Adult'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/4099545485_5486e37137_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-840975827430090314</id><published>2009-11-07T00:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:40:05.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend Play'/><title type='text'>Splash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Doesn't really matter even if it has been raining every other day or that there isn't a pool to swim in. For K, there will always be another way you can go swimming. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hmpool1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4081220281/"&gt;&lt;img alt="hmpool1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4081220281_f87d3a7445.jpg" width="441" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401742308008101074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/SvbYAm0FhNI/AAAAAAAABeM/UTWoxt6ffzk/s400/hmpool2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hmpool2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4081981146/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s529.photobucket.com/albums/dd338/rachelteo76/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jumpk.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd338/rachelteo76/jumpk.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-840975827430090314?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/840975827430090314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=840975827430090314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/840975827430090314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/840975827430090314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/splash.html' title='Splash!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4081220281_f87d3a7445_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-567853062189340607</id><published>2009-11-04T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:39:09.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Midway into the last quarter of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="midweek by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4073965829/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="midweek" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/4073965829_7caed5f5cd.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are already into November! Time seemed to have flown by unusually fast this year, I can't believe that we are less than 2 months away from Christmas. Note to self : have to draft the Christmas shopping list, start buying 1-2 gifts per week so I don't get caught up in the Christmas rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still letting K take teeny weeny baby steps in his &lt;a href="http://learningwithkyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;homeschool lessons&lt;/a&gt;, in fact we have only done 2 alphabets since we started more than 2 weeks ago. That's how slow we are going! He has been busy with unstructured activities for this week...mostly doing messy art and lots of play. He is having so much fun, till it has been quite difficult to convince him stop what he is doing to take his nap in the afternoons, brush his teeth or even go to bed at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-567853062189340607?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/567853062189340607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=567853062189340607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/567853062189340607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/567853062189340607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/11/midway-into-last-quarter-of-2009.html' title='Midway into the last quarter of 2009'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2661/4073965829_7caed5f5cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5607791996880409826</id><published>2009-10-30T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:00:04.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Another day @ the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="park1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4057924250/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="park1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4057924250_eb338331d1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="park2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4057924254/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="park2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/4057924254_945fde7b64.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="park3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4057924258/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="park3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/4057924258_71e20cc04f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="park4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4057924268/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="park4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2741/4057924268_83be105f9c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot day, lots of laughter and happy boys, despite some bickering along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the 'risk' and did not get K to put on his diaper. And from this morning, K is now officially diaper free in the day, just after 3 days of toilet-training 'boot camp'! Life is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5607791996880409826?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5607791996880409826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=5607791996880409826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5607791996880409826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5607791996880409826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-park.html' title='Another day @ the park'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2783/4057924250_eb338331d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-580134951998695610</id><published>2009-10-28T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:20:29.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet training'/><title type='text'>Oh bother!</title><content type='html'>That's probably what K has been thinking, since we started the process of toilet-training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been finding ways to get out of it. First tries to convince me with, "I am still baby," when I told him that only baby wears diapers the whole day. Then attempts to sway me over with his reasoning when I ask him why does he still want to wear diapers, "Because, I am happy when I wear diapers." Then uses the other method of 'If all else fails, use a little white lie.' He tells me that he needs to pass motion and has to wear his diapers to do it. Then once he is back in his diapers, he scampers around the house for the next 15 minutes playing with his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask him he if he needs to go the toilet, he tells me "No need," and then proceeds to pee in his underpants 1 minute after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is unusually impatient and irritable, which makes our home-learning these 2 days rather challenging for the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, he sure isn't the only one that thinks that this whole routine is a real bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-580134951998695610?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/580134951998695610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=580134951998695610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/580134951998695610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/580134951998695610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-bother.html' title='Oh bother!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4865105842213284403</id><published>2009-10-24T14:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:02:01.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home school'/><title type='text'>Fabulous learning fun</title><content type='html'>We officially re-started our letter activities this morning and &lt;a href="http://learningwithkyle.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-f-activities-part-1.html"&gt;F is our first letter &lt;/a&gt;to explore for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="FA1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4038512195/"&gt;&lt;img height="397" alt="FA1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/4038512195_f5c0036a35.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The file folder activities in the lapbook were interesting enough to keep K's little hands and mind busy for almost 20 minutes. He even requested to do the worksheets from &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/get-ready-code-book/nancy-hall/9780838817803/pd/17807?item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=212565&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;Get Ready for the Code A&lt;/a&gt;...I was so surprised that he could complete 9 pages in one sitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to pretend to be a firefighter for the next 20 minutes. Used his yellow+red retro car as the firetruck, bicycle helmet as the firefighter's helmet and his yellow umbrella as the hose. He attentively listened to instructions from 'station control'-me, to find out where the fire was, then rode his truck fleetly from room to room to put out the 'fire'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="FA2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4038512201/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="FA2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/4038512201_b40be1acbe.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="FA3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4038512203/"&gt;&lt;img height="450" alt="FA3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4038512203_9bf40d760a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We continued with a food feast consisting of fishballs, fish and crabs for his mickey family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="FA4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4039292848/"&gt;&lt;img height="381" alt="FA4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/4039292848_09ee1e290c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And ended off a with a short 'freeze' game. (If video cannot be seen here, u need to install &lt;a href="http://get.adobe.com/flashplayer/"&gt;Flash 10&lt;/a&gt; and click on the 1st video on the Vimeo widget located at the right sidebar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7231574&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7231574&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7231574"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/catch40winks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rachel T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was a fabulous saturday morning for me as I am extremely heartened that these activities worked out really well with K. I am so glad to see his positive response and enthusiasm for these activities and I am now truly motivated to make it his learning @ home even more meaningful in days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4865105842213284403?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4865105842213284403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4865105842213284403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4865105842213284403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4865105842213284403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/fabulous-learning-fun.html' title='Fabulous learning fun'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3489/4038512195_f5c0036a35_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-563693924870620122</id><published>2009-10-24T00:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:04:27.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Nature is the best doctor</title><content type='html'>I could still hear him cough late at night. It was already 4 weeks since he came down with the cough since we got back from our vacation in end August. We visited the pediatrician twice in that 4 weeks and the p.d. told me that if K's cough did not recover, he will be placed on a course of antibiotics. I was not keen at all to even let K start on antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the beginning of October, K seemed to have recovered from his cough and phelgm. But somehow, he still coughed intermittently in his sleep. I was getting quite perplexed with his cough that did not seem to go away. We avoided cold drinks and his favorite dessert, ice cream...the last time Kyle had ice cream was in August. I even tried chinese herbs; nán xīn, běi xīn and chuān bèi boiled with corn/apple soup. However K's taste buds are too discerning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that fateful evening and following morning, K had his first taste of M &amp;amp; M's chocolate and went to the Barrage for some waterplay. He ended up with a running nose and dry cough thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call it quits with prescribed medicine and use western herbal remedies which has worked very well for me. Previously at the advice of one of dh's business associates, vitamin C, garlic pills, &lt;a href="http://nccam.nih.gov/health/echinacea/ataglance.htm"&gt;Echinacea&lt;/a&gt; pills worked wonders for his health. He was apparently down with pneunomia very often in his childhood years and he started being in perfect health ever since he started with this 'concoction' of natural remedies in his adult years. He is now in his early 60s and he told us he has never been sick with flu or viral infections for the past 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing all of that, I went ahead to stock up on Echinacea, garlic pills and Vitamin C. And started taking a dosage of these pills and drinks lots of water whenever I feel under the weather. Within 2 days or so, I will be perfectly well and will show no signs of the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this other remedy which I spend quite a while to researching; Nat Mur. &lt;a href="http://beneforce.com/informationfaq/homeopathic/nat-mur.htm"&gt;Nat Mur &lt;/a&gt;is a natural tissue salt that is very effective in treatment of Coughs, colds and Influenza: Thin watery runny nose and dry hacking cough. Which were the exact symptoms that K had 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously I got &lt;a href="http://www.nativeremedies.com/products/flugo-cold-and-flu-remedies.html#ingredients"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, consisting Nat Mur + other natural ingredients and tried this together with only vitamin c. Within 2 days, I did not show any more symptoms of flu. And it also work wonders for my helper, who has this tendency to get the flu quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it will be safe to try it with K (since it is all natural ingredients) and went to get these products formulated for kids. &lt;a href="http://www.nativeremedies.com/products/kiddieboost-childs-immune-system-support.html"&gt;Kiddieboost&lt;/a&gt; with echinacea to boost his immune system, &lt;a href="http://www.nativeremedies.com/products/comficoff-keep-chest-clear-of-congestion.html"&gt;Comficoff&lt;/a&gt; for his cough, &lt;a href="http://www.nativeremedies.com/snifflysprinkles-nasal-congestion.html"&gt;Sniffly Sprinkles&lt;/a&gt; (which he loves the texture and taste of it) containing Nat Mur and a &lt;a href="http://www.nativeremedies.com/products/congestok-decongestant-chest-rub.html#ingredients"&gt;chest rub&lt;/a&gt; for easy breathing during sleep. All these can be used together with Vitamin C, added ginger in our soups, as well as lots of drinking water. And the wonderful thing is that since this morning, K has no more running nose and cough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I been rather influenced by this book written by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Raise-Healthy-Child-Spite-Doctor/dp/0345342763"&gt;Roberts Mendelsohn &lt;/a&gt;, a late renowned US pediatrician. This book is a loan from Lay Keng (Seth's mom, she has raise 3 other kids apart from Seth) and it has a rather unconventional view of 'avoid your doctor whenever you can'. Excerpt from the book about coughs and running noses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'If the nasal secretions are clear, gray or white, your child is probably the victim of a viral infection such as the common cold or influenza...Common colds and influenza do not require medical treatment and the medications often used to trat them, will merely relieve symptoms. The effects of doing this may be counterproductive, because they interfere with the body's efforts to cure itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of obviously severe respiratory difficulties, parents should avoid taking their child to the doctor or giving him over the counter medictaions for the treatment of symptpms. The drugs commonly used...include decongestons, expectorants, antihistamines, cough supressants, pain relievers and antibiotics. They have several things in common: they are unnecessary; they sometimes have undesirable or dangerous side effects; they may interfere with the body's own efforts to defeat the disease and they are a waste of money.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed...we should stop drugging our children and instead should look at the alternatives from nature that we can used to hasten their recovery. The same also applies for us adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-563693924870620122?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/563693924870620122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=563693924870620122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/563693924870620122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/563693924870620122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/nature-is-best-doctor.html' title='Nature is the best doctor'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-957750412693530715</id><published>2009-10-22T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:11:41.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Milestones'/><title type='text'>K's talk : Worse and Irresponsible</title><content type='html'>We were leaving the house to walk to our neighbourhood's mall. I unlocked the door and stood at the door to wait for K.&lt;br /&gt;K : Wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes, I will wait for you. Put on your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;K : Worse, people will catch u (I could hear that "You better be careful" tone in his voice)&lt;br /&gt;Me : So you will protect me?&lt;br /&gt;K : Yes (nodded his head with a sure and knowing look in his eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lift on the way downstairs&lt;br /&gt;K : (Pointed at the litter in the lift) Tsk, tsk...irresponsible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder if he is really truly a 2 year old :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-957750412693530715?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/957750412693530715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=957750412693530715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/957750412693530715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/957750412693530715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/ks-talk-worse-and-irresponsible.html' title='K&apos;s talk : Worse and Irresponsible'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7076235622490957019</id><published>2009-10-21T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:24:25.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A splashing good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="marina1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4032247970/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="marina1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/4032247970_125e145982.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After reading so much about the Marina Barrage's waterplay area from numerous mommies' blogs, I brought K to the barrage this morning to experience some water fun. He has been deprived of water play since we got back from our vacation in end August, as he has been having the cough for the past 4-5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As K is an avid fan of water fountains, I am certain he will agree with me that Marina Barrage has one of the best waterplay areas in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="marina2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4032247978/"&gt;&lt;img height="409" alt="marina2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2476/4032247978_5946cb9123.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had the wonderful company of friends (Seth and his older sister Faith)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="marina3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4032247982/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="marina3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4032247982_4cb4ef1fba.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seth and K played goofy games like 'bumping our tummies',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="marina4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4032247986/"&gt;&lt;img height="360" alt="marina4" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3482/4032247986_3603d1f755.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashed our cheeky grins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="marina5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4032247990/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="marina5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/4032247990_d18477640e.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gazed at the big ships docked near the barrage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="marina6 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4032247994/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="marina6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/4032247994_fc281ce8eb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked if he enjoyed himself this morning, K said, "Fun, want to go swimming in barrage again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only downside of this excursion is that K caught a cold and he has started to have a runny nose and cough again! :( I have decided that we will give doctor's medicine a miss this time, as it only surpresses the symptoms and not provide a cure. Instead, I will be using some natural remedies such as Echinacea, garlic and vitamin C for a start. Hopefully, these will provide the boost for his antibodies to fight the flu naturally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7076235622490957019?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7076235622490957019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7076235622490957019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7076235622490957019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7076235622490957019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/splashing-good-time.html' title='A splashing good time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/4032247970_125e145982_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4413351425850348894</id><published>2009-10-20T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:18:27.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Chalk n clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="20oct2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4028946532/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="20oct2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/4028946532_e48527940a.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;According to K, scribbling with &lt;a href="http://learningwithkyle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-sugar-chalk-scribbles.html"&gt;dark sugar chalk &lt;/a&gt;on our house's corridor was not that riveting. It only captured his attention for about 15 minutes, them we spent the next half an hour blowing bubbles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="20oct3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4028946536/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="20oct3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2782/4028946536_63a0bbd3de.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The best part of this morning's activities had to be the cleaning up. Just part of my indoctrination to make sure that I have a son that will willingly help me with household chores in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="20oct4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4028946540/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="20oct4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/4028946540_8079dd6d0c.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4413351425850348894?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4413351425850348894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4413351425850348894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4413351425850348894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4413351425850348894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/chalk-n-clean.html' title='Chalk n clean'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/4028946532_e48527940a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-806051393348598572</id><published>2009-10-19T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:01:29.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home school'/><title type='text'>Planting roots, growing wings</title><content type='html'>I think the turning point was when he turned 2 and a half. K started being able to articulate his wants very clearly, surprising me with new words and long sentences everyday. He knows almost 95% of the alphabets, numbers 1-10, colours, shapes and can count up to 5 items. All of that he learnt during play, from the books that we read and things that we see in our everyday life at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only effort on my part was through the books that I bought for him, not limiting the words that I use when I speak to him (baby language is a no-no for me) and being a little more observant about the world around us. He shows alot of curiosity about nature, about how things work, and will ask me alot of questions about what he sees around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holtgws.com/"&gt;John Holt&lt;/a&gt; was right, when he wrote about how children are learning all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;We can best help children learn...by making the world as far as we can, accessible to them, paying serious attention to what they do, answering their questions...and helping them explore the things that they are most interested in." Extract from John Holt's &lt;em&gt;Learning all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="octplans1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4018835027/"&gt;&lt;img height="380" alt="octplans1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2674/4018835027_8f8c9babee.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My role as K's first teacher is to help him make sense of the world around him. We will be taking little 'baby-steps' towards starting short homeschool sessions for the next 1 year before he starts nursery, and will explore various areas of literacy, math, science, arts and bible &amp;amp; social studies. Also not neglecting lots of play and outdoor exercise at all other times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="octplans2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4018835031/"&gt;&lt;img height="439" alt="octplans2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4018835031_87dc377eb4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I initially planned for him to attend some parent-accompanied playgroup programme, but after reviewing my objectives. I figured that gets enough socialisation weekly at Sunday school and during his one-to-one playdates with Seth. Besides dh is right in saying that he has at least 20 years of formal schooling, so why is there a big hurry to send him to school? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="octplans3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4018835033/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="octplans3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2797/4018835033_9df5f03b2e.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://learningwithkyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Planting roots, Growing wings'&lt;/a&gt; will be my new blog to document our sessions at homeschool. This blog will be the best way to review my 'on-the-job' training as his first teacher, and to continually challenge myself to grow and change. Afterall, I believe that being a mother and helping my child to realise his potential is the best way to realise my own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-806051393348598572?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/806051393348598572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=806051393348598572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/806051393348598572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/806051393348598572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready-to-explore.html' title='Planting roots, growing wings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2674/4018835027_8f8c9babee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-217134916978133075</id><published>2009-10-18T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:21:43.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend Play'/><title type='text'>Tea for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="octplans5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4021768597/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="octplans5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4021768597_9f32437258.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-217134916978133075?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/217134916978133075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=217134916978133075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/217134916978133075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/217134916978133075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-for-you.html' title='Tea for you?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4021768597_9f32437258_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4939112652390089816</id><published>2009-10-16T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:38:30.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why'/><title type='text'>Why do bats hang upside down?</title><content type='html'>K has been asking me this question; why do bats hang upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike birds, bats have trouble flying when they start on the ground! Because their wings are not quite as strong as those of birds and because they cannot run fast enough to build up into flight, bats have an easier time flying when they start already up in the air!By hanging upside down, bats are able to build up enough speed that when they let go of their perch, they can turn that speed into flight! This is something special that bats are able to do, which is why other animals like monkeys who might also hang from perches can't fly away when they let go. For bats, hanging upside down also gives them more choice on where they can stop and rest, since it's unlikely any other bird or animal will already be sleeping in the same spot. Thanks to their special toenails, bats have a very easy time hanging around upside down!!&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;a href="http://www.whyzz.com/why-do-bats-sleep-upside-down"&gt;Whyy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a parent does make you more knowleagable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4939112652390089816?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4939112652390089816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4939112652390089816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4939112652390089816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4939112652390089816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/ks-why-do-bats-sleep-upside-down.html' title='Why do bats hang upside down?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-6338831296463420269</id><published>2009-10-12T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:03:38.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="haircut1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4003446647/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="haircut1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/4003446647_57c512722f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The best way to keep him occupied at the hairdresser's is to keep his eyes, ears and hands busy the whole time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="haircut2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4004260522/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="haircut2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/4004260522_0d7a081676.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-6338831296463420269?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6338831296463420269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=6338831296463420269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6338831296463420269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6338831296463420269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2587/4003446647_57c512722f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1977100101485093165</id><published>2009-10-12T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:37:50.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Miniature Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="RSpool by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4000732059/"&gt;&lt;img height="295" alt="RSpool" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/4000732059_af3b3b0511.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Rasa Sentosa's poolside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tilt shift effect is harder to achieve when the photograph is taken at this angle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1977100101485093165?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1977100101485093165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1977100101485093165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1977100101485093165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1977100101485093165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/miniature-mondays.html' title='Miniature Mondays'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/4000732059_af3b3b0511_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-6456172374159718040</id><published>2009-10-11T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:57:08.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A Sunday Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Whose wedding?" K was asking me this question when I reminded him this morning that we had a wedding to attend this afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Why get married?" was his next question. After giving him a lengthy explanation why a man and woman marry, he asked me, "Why mommy no wedding?" I told him that mommy and daddy already married, so no need to have a wedding. Thank goodness he did not go on to ask why he did not attend our wedding, why he wasn't born yet, etc. It will probably be quite a challenge to explain the 'birds and the bees' to a 2 year old! I will rather reserve that for when he turns 4 or 5. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He was rather satified with my answers to his question and then went on to fuss for another 20 minutes. He did not want to wear a pink shirt and he was adamant that "Pink for girls only." After convincing him that boys can wear pink and that he looked very handsome in his shirt, I changed him into his outfit for the afternoon and we scrambled out of the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He was thrilled when we met Grand-dad, Nana, Yiyi and Uncle Nick at my cousin's Melissa's wedding at Rasa Sentosa hotel. With all the attention he was getting from them, he did not mind the heat as much. He just wasn't too keen too pose for pictures, as I only got to capture him with his pouty expressions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="RS1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4000741711/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="RS1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/4000741711_69ce5e67a1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Yiyi who is pretty in pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="RS3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4000744967/"&gt;&lt;img height="387" alt="RS3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/4000744967_88a99d310e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at the crowd with uncle Nick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="RS2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4001508702/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="RS2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2428/4001508702_443c3afcfe.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting some respite from the heat with Grand-dad, enjoying the sea breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="RS5 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4000746975/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="RS5" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/4000746975_ef6a628ac2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking in the view of a waterfall, one of his favorite past-time when we are outdoors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="RS6 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4000752307/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="RS6" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3481/4000752307_7f91828df3.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="RS4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/4001510478/"&gt;&lt;img height="382" alt="RS4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/4001510478_3b424bd43c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking all flushed-cheek after taking countless number of walks outside the ballroom &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-6456172374159718040?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/6456172374159718040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=6456172374159718040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6456172374159718040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/6456172374159718040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-wedding.html' title='A Sunday Wedding'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/4000741711_69ce5e67a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7517562054144376437</id><published>2009-10-06T15:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:13:10.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Picnic @ Hort</title><content type='html'>We woke up this morning to a light drizzle, so I told K that we will go for a picnic tomorrow. He let out a huge sigh and looked really disappointed, as he has been looking forward to a picnic since late last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to say a little prayer for good weather, and went ahead with our little excursion to &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_visitorsguide&amp;amp;task=parks&amp;amp;id=17&amp;amp;Itemid=73"&gt;Hort Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort1 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3986730296/"&gt;&lt;img height="327" alt="hort1 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3986730296_9466600c2f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hort park; a gardening hub with neatly manicured landscapes, quaint water features and plenty of beautiful tropical plants and flowers. Probably the kind of urban garden I will want to have, if I had the patience to maintain it in my hypothetical landed property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort2 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3986731370/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="hort2 copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3986731370_60177a8cdf.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The urban garden looks aesthetically pleasing at eye level, however the juxtaposition of backdrop of office buildings along Alexander Road felt a little jarring against the lush greenery of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort3 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3985978205/"&gt;&lt;img height="366" alt="hort3 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3985978205_51daedc773.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I suppose it's just the idealist in me speaking. My concern sure didn't bug the insects anyhow, since we spotted plenty of butterflies, centipedes, dragonflies, beetles, which were thriving in the urban garden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="hort4 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3986732846/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort4 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3986732846/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="hort4 copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/3986732846_efd5a114e2.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The little guy 'caught' the photography bug from me, and was trigger happy clicking away with my old canon ixus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort6 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3985983665/"&gt;&lt;img height="373" alt="hort6 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3985983665_ba661fb0e4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every once in a while, he striked a dramatic pose for my camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort8 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3986738604/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="hort8 copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/3986738604_6ff05954a1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spotted a shady canopy with wooden chairs and decided that we will have the picnic there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort9.1 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3985987069/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="hort9.1 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3985987069_7b6b6436b2.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort9.3 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3985987721/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="hort9.3 copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/3985987721_3f1d2d832d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort7 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3985984355/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="hort7 copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/3985984355_1e3ae64458.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My little photographer spotted a centipede &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort9.5 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3986744436/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="hort9.5 copy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/3986744436_d21417ba0a.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While walking back, we went into the Bamboo Labyrinth. The Bamboo Labyrinth is made up of a series of circular paths enclosed within a grove of bamboos. When he asked me what was that place for, I told him that people could do exercise and chi-gong there. He then striked a few kung fu poses, raised his arms for his chi-gong stance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort9.8 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3986751222/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="hort9.8 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3473/3986751222_63c914c976.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We walked towards Alexander Arch and wanted to venture further to &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_visitorsguide&amp;amp;task=attractions&amp;amp;id=62&amp;amp;Itemid=73"&gt;Henderson Waves&lt;/a&gt;, but turned back when the drizzle got heavier. K ended up feeding the fishes at the pond near the entrance of the Park. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="hort9.9 copy by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3985997815/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="hort9.9 copy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3985997815_b8fca0c77e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a periodic light drizzle the whole morning, but it sure didn't dampen our fun. In fact, we enjoyed the light cool breeze that accompanied the drizzle. It will otherwise be too humid and hot on a typical late morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7517562054144376437?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7517562054144376437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7517562054144376437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7517562054144376437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7517562054144376437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/picnic-hort.html' title='Picnic @ Hort'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3986730296_9466600c2f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3658097120786506421</id><published>2009-10-05T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:08:02.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>My first miniature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="view by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3982627025/"&gt;&lt;img height="367" alt="view" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/3982627025_443c02a488.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the view outside my kitchen window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This really adds to the fun of photography... quite tickled looking at these &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/tilt-shift-fakes/pool/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; in Flickr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3658097120786506421?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3658097120786506421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3658097120786506421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3658097120786506421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3658097120786506421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-miniature.html' title='My first miniature'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/3982627025_443c02a488_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8793191934120088121</id><published>2009-10-03T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:18:51.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>See how we have grown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="plant by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3976231086/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="plant" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3976231086_2d2097bd77.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I don't know what to do with it now...Let it continue growing or trash it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8793191934120088121?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8793191934120088121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8793191934120088121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8793191934120088121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8793191934120088121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-how-we-have-grown.html' title='See how we have grown!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2426/3976231086_2d2097bd77_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7789595435662152801</id><published>2009-09-28T15:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:17:53.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept28-1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3961238491/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="sept28-1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3961238491_3f8745f63a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The list of things that K eats now is getting shorter and shorter. For this season it has been only &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- chicken marcaroni&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- spaghetti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- lasagne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- fishball noodles (he will eat this everyday if I allowed it!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- prawn noodles (without the prawn, only with the fishcake)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- fried rice (only when it is home-cooked)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- ban mian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- yong tau foo (with all the fish balls/cake, without the tau foo) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- rice (only when he gets to eat it with fish ball)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Japanese ramen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- cake and cupcakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- an occasional piece of vegetable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got this book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Why-Should-Eat-Well-Books/dp/0764132172?SubscriptionId=0TBPMRS0W3G0CB5F0902&amp;amp;tag=afncaie-20&amp;amp;linkCode=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;creative=165953&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0764132172"&gt;"Why should I eat well?"&lt;/a&gt;, to teach K the importance of eating well. He can now tell me when I ask "Why must you eat well?" His reply will be "So that no pimples...no tooth decay."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is rather disturbed by the visuals of the pimply kid in the book and have refused to look at the book now, after reading it a couple of times. This evening while I was washing my face, K came into the bathroom and we had this conversation -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K : "Why mummy washing face?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me : "I need to keep my face clean so that I will not get pimples." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K : "Why mummy got pimple?" (referring to the hormonal zit that I have been nursing) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me : "Because mommy has not been eating well. So did you eat well tonight?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K : "No." (He refused to eat his rice this evening and ended up picking on a piece of ham in a sandwich)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me : "So tomorrow you might get pimples then."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K : "NOoooooo!!!" (he then scrambled out of the bathroom) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I felt quite guilty after hearing that distraught tone in his "No". I try not to use fear to manage him, but sometimes, I just can't help it. Plus, I hate to admit that it works quite well most of the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have decided that once he turns 4, he will need to eat whatever he is given or he can choose to go hungry. Then be made to watch videos and images of starving Ethopian/Somalian children. And listen to a lengthy discourse about how fortunate he is compared to these children who have nothing to eat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I have it all carefully thought out for when he is 4, and still wants to play 'hardball' with me during meal times. Although, I am well aware that theory always sounds much easier than practical experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7789595435662152801?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7789595435662152801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7789595435662152801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7789595435662152801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7789595435662152801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3961238491_3f8745f63a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8983625574253993887</id><published>2009-09-25T14:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:53:07.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Call me doctor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Sept25-4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3952774892/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Sept25-4" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3952774892_531d06a1c8.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doctor. Ben-10 Kyle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;According to K, he is now Kyle aka Ben-10. Dr. Ben-10 Kyle, not only fights evil aliens and bad guys, but also saves baby Mickey's life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And you wonder where do they get the inspiration for their super-hero movie-scripts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8983625574253993887?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8983625574253993887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8983625574253993887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8983625574253993887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8983625574253993887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/09/call-me-doctor.html' title='Call me doctor...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3952774892_531d06a1c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8794432517083266931</id><published>2009-09-25T14:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:03:08.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Planting bean sprouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Sept25-1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3952773330/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Sept25-1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3952773330_6af29d065e.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Tear cotton wool and place in container&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Sept25-2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3952773660/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Sept25-2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3422/3952773660_707d30ba7e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Plant the green beans and water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3951995897/sizes/s/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Sept25-3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3951995897/"&gt;&lt;img height="189" alt="Sept25-3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3951995897_756c3e9ec4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 0 of K's bean sprouts project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K's first science project; growing bean sprouts. My attempt to get him to observe how plant/vegetables grow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seems to be a useful technique to teach him the concept of patience as well. After he planted and watered the seed, I told him that we needed to water it daily and it will grow. He walked away from it, turned to me and said, "Ok wait, grow now." And then ran back to the container, hoping to see a plant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I reminded him of his book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Carrot-Seed-60th-Anniversary/dp/0064432106?SubscriptionId=0TBPMRS0W3G0CB5F0902&amp;amp;tag=afncaie-20&amp;amp;linkCode=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;creative=165953&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0064432106"&gt;"The Carrot Seed"&lt;/a&gt;, about the boy who had to be patient for a couple of days and wait for his carrot plant to grow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8794432517083266931?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8794432517083266931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3536715709436725331</id><published>2009-09-23T00:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:42:13.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The best part</title><content type='html'>K's been visiting his p.d. a little too often this past one month&lt;br /&gt;To a point that the nurses have started addressing me on first name basis&lt;br /&gt;It started with the flu a few days after we got back from our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Although it has been more than a month&lt;br /&gt;he still coughs and vomits out phlegm on a periodic basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well-behaved when he sees the p.d.&lt;br /&gt;Stays very still when the doctor uses the stethescope&lt;br /&gt;Obediently opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue when asked to&lt;br /&gt;Doctor will exclaim, "Wow, he is such a good boy!"&lt;br /&gt;K will be beeming with pride and flashing his 'beaver smile' (where he hides his top lip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of his trip after the visit to the doctor's&lt;br /&gt;Will be checking out his favorite toys in the toy shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept22-1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3946436693/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="sept22-1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3946436693_86d1640a28.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He loves all typical boy's toys such as cars, trucks, tools and action figures&lt;br /&gt;Pretends to be a firemen who fight aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept22-2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3946436685/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="sept22-2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3946436685_8bbcf49dca.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Never fails to run towards the game consoles&lt;br /&gt;This time he turns to me asking "Why never turn on?"&lt;br /&gt;Persistently tries to fiddle with some knobs on the console&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the game will come on screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept22-4 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3947242208/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="sept22-4" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3947242208_fdceebbed4.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a constant reminder why hb should never get the Wii&lt;br /&gt;Till this little boy knows the meaning of discipline and self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up buying something more educational from the other toy shop&lt;br /&gt;I just could not resist as it was on sale&lt;br /&gt;If the stuff there wasn't so overpriced&lt;br /&gt;I will get all of K's toys from that shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't show much enthusiasm when shown my choice&lt;br /&gt;Didn't quite matter as I was certain he will like it&lt;br /&gt;Once he got home&lt;br /&gt;And was less overwhelmed by so many selections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn to appreciate this&lt;br /&gt;While he is still willing to go with what mummy chooses for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept22-3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3946436699/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="sept22-3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3946436699_accf5b1949.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3536715709436725331?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3536715709436725331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3536715709436725331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3536715709436725331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3536715709436725331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-part.html' title='The best part'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3946436693_86d1640a28_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5567434890373884538</id><published>2009-09-22T17:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:47:42.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Confession; I have been a lazy mom lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been doing much with K, except for a short finger paint session last week. Most of the other times I have been letting him play with his toys or plonking him in front of the TV watching cartoon network in the early evenings. While I will be slumped on the couch, nursing a headache or nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting bouts of migraine quite often these two weeks. It usually lasts till lunch time and I end up doing nothing constructive with K. Been looking at the diet, I don't see anything which I could have eaten that could have triggered the migraines. Hb thinks it is the long hours I spend in front of the computer at night after K goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel rather guilty about not providing more learning opportunities for him. Could I be experiencing a little bit of 'parenting lethargy' (don't know if there is such thing)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose it's time for another girl's night out with my good friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5567434890373884538?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5567434890373884538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=5567434890373884538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5567434890373884538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5567434890373884538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4152952010281757156</id><published>2009-09-18T14:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:10:37.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A year older</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="septbday1 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3931037940/"&gt;&lt;img height="212" alt="septbday1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3931037940_cc579855fd_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's official. I have turned 33 and K is 2 and a half years old. So how different has it been for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. 2 and a half is still not toilet-trained; decided that he did not want to wear underwear anymore and will only want to use the potty when he feels like hearing some praise. I am probably one of those few mummies out there that have an extremely laissez-faire attitude when it comes to this. I figured there is really no rush, since K will not start pre-nursery till mid next year and I am sure he will not be in diapers when he gets to primary school. It is often easy when you have an eager-to-please toddler, but a totally different story when you have a little strong willed toddler whose daily mantra is 'I already made my mind on what I want today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrible twos behaviour can get quite bad on certain days. He can get extremely demanding, impatient, bad tempered, screechy and will be bawling his eyes out if he does not get things done his way (Picture above was taken after one of those tantrums, see the tear stained eyes). Other times, he is this animated, enduring and loving little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting him does take some tact, reasonable negotiation skills and lots of patience. In the words of my mom, an experienced parent of 3 children, "He is really not easy." Okay, I am not that exactly looking forward that he will grow into that 'not too cute anymore stage' in a couple of years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am contented with life and I thank God everyday for letting me be a full time mother to K. Watching him grow up has been a joy, and I am glad that I have finally came to a point where I am not at all bothered by my lack of financial independence or perceived future security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at many points of our lives, we often lose ourselves in the unwritten laws of the societal expectations. Call it denial, eccentricity or whatever, but I refuse to believe that our lives should be ruled by these expectations; most stay-at-home mothers are marginalized by devoting themselves full time to child rearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of children can be tedious and frustrating, but that will probably describe most jobs. The difference is that the time I devote to my child would be an investment in the most important activity humans can engage in. If I was still a working mom...and as K got older and left home, I don't think will I ever wish I had devoted more time to my career. My regrets will be all about lost opportunities to be with my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there is really no higher calling than raising my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday highlights yesterday :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb and I sneaked out when K was having his afternoon nap, proceeded to Funan to shop for my birthday present and went on to a wonderful japanese dinner at Inagiku. The sashimi was excellent, but worthwhile only with the Dine @ Raffles membership with the Amex card (we got 50% off the bill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most of my other birthdays, hb always got me tech items. An ipod nano and mobile phones a couple of years back, digi cameras, a laptop the year before. He has learnt long before that it is always safer to let me shop for my own birthday presents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st few test shots of K with the Ricoh Digital GR 3; a digi cam with manual controls, without the bulk of a DSLR and can deliver super b/w and quality coloured shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="septbday3 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3931040592/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="septbday3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3931040592_18f225b161.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="septbday2 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3930257101/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="septbday2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2517/3930257101_e2f5ebe94a.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Will be kept busy the next couple of days mastering technical techniques of digital photography and capturing priceless shots of a super active tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4152952010281757156?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4152952010281757156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4152952010281757156' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4152952010281757156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4152952010281757156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-older.html' title='A year older'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3931037940_cc579855fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-4202512461779306293</id><published>2009-09-08T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:32:35.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cognitive development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child development'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 1 more week...</title><content type='html'>to being 2 and a half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept601 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3898936939/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="sept601" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/3898936939_03e735bf65.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He is getting quite domineering and demanding. Things must be done his way, he gives the orders and make the decisions. If he decides that, “mummy do”, daddy or helper cannot be accepted as a substitute. If he decides, “Me do myself”, no one is allowed to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept602 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3899719442/"&gt;&lt;img height="430" alt="sept602" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/3899719442_f815afe9a3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is extremely sociable. He loves attention, likes to make new friends and is quick to warm up in a new environment with other children. When we walk pass a stage at the mall, he points to it and tells me "my favorite". He approaches other children his age in Sunday School and smiles and says "hi" to them, unfortunately, he will be greeted with silence or a stare. I will tell him that "they are shy", when he looks at me quizically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is very enthusiastic to show his 'tennis', 'golf' or 'kung-fu' skills in front of others. He can be quite a show-off at times, especially since he does not seem to exhibit any form of performance anxiety. In fact, his 'performance' (complete with loud sound effects and dramatic movement) seem to thrill most of his 'audience' to bits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sept603 by theclosetsoiree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34101672@N02/3899719848/"&gt;&lt;img height="384" alt="sept603" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3899719848_6e31d1ac8e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He is not shy to to ask for things from the service staff at a restaurant. He even makes sure that he gets to order from the menu by himself, especially when he spots something that he fancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very inquisitive. His speech is now peppered with lots of "why-s", and he will not stop asking 'why' until he is given a satisfactory answer. He always make sure that I answer his, "Don't know what is this," or "Don't know who."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy is growing up real fast (sometimes, a little too fast for my liking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to one more week, I will be turning 33 years old on the same day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-4202512461779306293?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/4202512461779306293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=4202512461779306293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4202512461779306293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/4202512461779306293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown-1-more-week.html' title='Countdown: 1 more week...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/3898936939_03e735bf65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-1079589379240560857</id><published>2009-09-03T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:23:26.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Flu flu go away</title><content type='html'>The phlegmy cough is now accompanied with running nose&lt;br /&gt;As well as occasionally vomitting&lt;br /&gt;The little trooper is still handling it real well&lt;br /&gt;Still showing his 'tennis' + 'wushu' moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so great for me though&lt;br /&gt;I have succumbed to the bug&lt;br /&gt;Throat scratchy, nose sniffy&lt;br /&gt;Together with a slight fever&lt;br /&gt;OTC flu meds don't work too well&lt;br /&gt;Can't get any sleep as it kept me wide awake last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days doses of echinacea, some vitamin c and garlic pills&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to have worked quite well&lt;br /&gt;Gave my immune system a boost&lt;br /&gt;No more cough, just slight sniffles&lt;br /&gt;Just more rest and fluids&lt;br /&gt;And I will be 'as good as new'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-1079589379240560857?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/1079589379240560857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=1079589379240560857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1079589379240560857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/1079589379240560857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/09/flu-flu-go-away.html' title='Flu flu go away'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7836854950694899749</id><published>2009-08-25T16:09:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:17:25.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cognitive development'/><title type='text'>What are lil' boys made of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What are little boys made of?&lt;br /&gt;Frogs and snails&lt;br /&gt;And puppy-dogs' tails,&lt;br /&gt;That's what little boys are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rhyme forgot to add, as well as a penchant for all other ugly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My lil' boy has entered the phase of liking ugly stuff, and it comes in the form of 'Ben-10 Alien force.' All it took was two episodes of the cartoon Ben-10 during our recent holiday, and he started asking dh to get him the Ben-10 watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the slightly more indulgent and pampering half of the parent, dh got him the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818844081321378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/SpOjxFjEdaI/AAAAAAAABcM/1PY5GLT3TjQ/s200/ben10_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ben10face by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3855399229/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="ben10face" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2675/3855399229_da86e65e1a.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With his more menacing than Ben-10 look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This liking has been balanced out with something else a little cuter. He saw the trailer for 'Ponyo-on the cliff by the sea' and been singing his own version of the theme song for these last couple of nights before falling asleep... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ponyo-yoko...neh-neh-neh neh neh neh..."&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ogw0bwQOKZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ogw0bwQOKZI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I do prefer Ponyo to aliens, although I don't like how pop culture glamourises both aliens and magic. It is quite startling to see the power of mass media over a toddler. So I have to make sure it comes with alot of parental guidance and all of these will just be limited to imagination and pretend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7836854950694899749?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7836854950694899749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7836854950694899749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7836854950694899749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7836854950694899749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-are-lil-boys-made-of.html' title='What are lil&apos; boys made of?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/SpOjxFjEdaI/AAAAAAAABcM/1PY5GLT3TjQ/s72-c/ben10_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8949187764049248577</id><published>2009-08-24T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:09:13.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Post holiday outcome</title><content type='html'>Down with fever since from Sunday morning,&lt;br /&gt;Fever went up to 38.8 degrees in the wee hours on Monday morning&lt;br /&gt;Dh panicked and wanted to rush K to emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told dh, we should try first with the paracetamol and a gel pack&lt;br /&gt;Got him back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Fever went down after 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all it takes the other half of an occasional calmer parent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got K to see the pd this evening&lt;br /&gt;Found that he put on 1kg from the holiday&lt;br /&gt;From a 14.6kg to a robust 15.6 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been confined at home for a week&lt;br /&gt;Told to monitor to his temperature till friday&lt;br /&gt;And that there is little to worry since he is so active and alert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back comfortably in his bed&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping soundly&lt;br /&gt;Temperature is back to normal&lt;br /&gt;My lil' boy is a strong viral warrior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8949187764049248577?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8949187764049248577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8949187764049248577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8949187764049248577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8949187764049248577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-holiday-outcome.html' title='Post holiday outcome'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7786676931852909221</id><published>2009-08-23T18:02:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:53:55.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>10 days full of sun, pool and ice cream</title><content type='html'>(long post with lots of pics to load)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket36 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848270212/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="phuket36" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/3848270212_106caca043.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The last 11 days maid-less wasn't bad at all, since dh whisked K and I off the next day (after the helper left) to a 10-day beach vacation. There was no floors to mop, no need to cook, only a little bit of hand-washing of clothes along the way and lots of quality time with dh and K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights weren't so easy. K took about 2 days to get used to the new bed and hardly slept through more than a stretch of 4 hours. He got up like 2-3 times through the night, asking for milk each time. The little guy is getting to be a real milk guzzler, as he started asking for up to 16 oz (420ml) of milk before every bedtime/naptime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound rather dull for most as we were just doing this every single day for 10 days; wakeup - breakfast - swim - lunch - afternoon nap - dinner - sleep. However, the three of us enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. Dh was agreeable with his seafood/thai satay dinners and the 'to-die-for' coconut ice cream, while I was kept contented with Tom Yum Goong. As for K, swimming and ice cream daily (on some days, up to twice a day) sure made him a happy 2 and (almost) half year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848228420/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2428/3848228420_12ac438735.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the plane on the way to Phuket. A new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; expression for the camera; the 'beaver' face. K was so excited to be able to take the plane that he kept awake the whole flight (although it was afternoon nap time). For the whole journey, dh and I were kept busy answering his, "What's thats" and "Whys".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848229922/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2610/3848229922_48cf6e7fe6.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first thing that we did when we reached the resort; Sheraton Grande Laguna, was to take a dip in the pool. K was thrilled to play on the sand, while being in the children's pool at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848230956/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/3848230956_9b13888903.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was chocolate ice cream next. For K, his energy was kept on an overdrive with a boost of sugar high, since it was 5 p.m. (without a nap) and he had almost one scoop of ice cream to himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That evening, he fell asleep on 8.00 p.m. at the dinner table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket5 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847442247/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="phuket5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2465/3847442247_9c74a62f78.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we went to explore the beach the next morning, K discovered this froggy water spout. He was so thrilled with it that he made sure that he got to play with it each time he spotted one in the resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket6 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848234266/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3848234266_3dca0b4a42.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way to the pool with dad. It was the same thing that we did daily every morning for the next 8 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket7 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847446913/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="phuket7" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3847446913_79a54abb66.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The start of K's pool adventures in Phuket. A couple of new milestones were achieved here; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. He is now able to 'swim' with us at the adult pool just holding on to dh's/my arms, without having the security of touching the bottom of the pool with his feet. 2. He has learnt to hold his breath underwater and can stay underwater for at least 2 seconds. 3. He dares to jump into the adult pool (unaided by a floating device), while trusting that dh and I will be there to catch him when he is in the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket8 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847448711/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket8" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/3847448711_7b8601f38b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking with dad to the mini jetty to catch the boat. One of the special features of this hotel is that it is one of the 6 hotels that surrounds a large lagoon with private ferry boats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket10 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848242202/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket10" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2588/3848242202_216816e3c0.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the ferry boat with dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket11 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847452443/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket11" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/3847452443_56b02c9f40.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So pleased when he realised that we had a ferry boat all to ourselves that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket12 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848244802/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket12" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/3848244802_0143a2ab13.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One more cheeky new expression for the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket13 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848246132/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket13" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/3848246132_b10a1bcc23.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He showed me this look when I asked for the 'beaver face'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket14 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848247686/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket14" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/3848247686_4d893cbf34.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He got to play his own version of pool, while sitting on the pool table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket15 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847457423/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket15" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/3847457423_d2cd126ac1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lounging at the hotel lobby, while waiting for the transport to bring us to Phuket town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket16 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848249238/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket16" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3848249238_1b2be882d5.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K's view of the evening sky from the lounge chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket17 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847459423/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket17" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/3847459423_ccebe155aa.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got to do some supermarket shopping at Phuket town. While dad went a little crazy buying up the toothbrushes with special bristles, K chose a new toothbrush as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket18 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848251552/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket18" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2455/3848251552_424978b916.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice cream after lunch at Central Festival, another more modern shopping mall in the town. We had our lunch at Sizzler as Dh was dying for some steak and ribs (I wondered what happened to all the Sizzler and Ponderosa's restaurants in Singapore?) We had visit Tops supermarket to top up on the milk + diaper supplies as our trip was initially planned for only 6 nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket19 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848252242/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="phuket19" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3848252242_fb84809762.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K's first experience behind the steering wheel of a pick up truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket20 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847461683/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket20" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2463/3847461683_1fd46d56ed.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Grumpy face while waiting for our seafood dinner at Lotus. We ended up having dinner at Lotus for another 3 more nights, as dh loved the barbeque prawns + big headed prawns there, while K got to eat his fishballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket21 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847462373/"&gt;&lt;img height="214" alt="phuket21" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/3847462373_0a9c64de53_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo at Lotus taken by K. I must say that he is getting to be a really good photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket22 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847462785/"&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="phuket22" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/3847462785_121421d17c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love this pic. Especially his smile and when he raised his left arm spontaneously to hug me around my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket24 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848255040/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="phuket24" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3501/3848255040_ed5a2cf562.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching the latern being lit up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket25 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848255646/"&gt;&lt;img height="414" alt="phuket25" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3848255646_94edd3ab36.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A family pic with the lighted latern before it floated up into the night sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket26 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847465299/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket26" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3847465299_ca30af45ab.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Lucky the baby elephant. Another special feature of the resort was that 2 baby elephants came around to visit the guests of the resort every morning at breakfast. Kids got to ride, feed and take pics with the 2 gentle giants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket27 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847466399/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket27" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/3847466399_25a9cf9de1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spending some time playing in Kid's Room. The toys were not in their best condition with their missing parts but K did not seem to mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket28 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848258200/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="phuket28" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/3848258200_3a900ef6aa.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A swift return of the ball to dad. K played table tennis with dh while sitting on the table tennis table.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket29 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848259274/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket29" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3848259274_4cae1e658b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice cream again. The ice cream was a key highlight of the day for K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket30 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848260410/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket30" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/3848260410_9e7e218ef3.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Brain freeze"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket31 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847470257/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket31" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3847470257_c25aac1487.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His new smile; he hides his top lip and shows his beaver look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket32 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847471615/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket32" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/3847471615_fe98926959.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tanned mom and tot, a result of 9 days swimming daily between 10.30 a.m. - 2 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket33 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847472663/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket33" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3847472663_8833f0bfd6.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More ice cream. Being able to say "Kot khun kup," helps you to have a free mini banana split on the house. K lets us know how good it is to have the ice cream all by himself. This was our last night at the resort, I am sure K will miss being on holiday (especially the ice cream moments).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket34 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3847473571/"&gt;&lt;img height="345" alt="phuket34" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/3847473571_3f541ea11a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture taken with his new friends on our last day breakfast at the resort. K got to know these fantastic irish brothers; Oliver (left) and Harry during our last few days at the resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="phuket35 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3848269144/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="phuket35" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/3848269144_758498cc67.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A longing glance at the pool after a final dip on the 9th day at the resort.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pool and ice cream everyday...I am sure hoping to go on another holiday real soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7786676931852909221?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7786676931852909221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7786676931852909221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7786676931852909221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7786676931852909221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-days-full-of-sun-pool-and-ice-cream.html' title='10 days full of sun, pool and ice cream'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/3848270212_106caca043_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-754184411073045705</id><published>2009-08-10T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:34:01.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Counting down to 1 more day of being maidless for the next 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to cleaning the house or washing...&lt;br /&gt;Or spending less time surfing the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, except that...&lt;br /&gt;I will never be cut out to be a stay at home mom who has to do housework without any help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-754184411073045705?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/754184411073045705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=754184411073045705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/754184411073045705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/754184411073045705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8875705116493646070</id><published>2009-08-08T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:02:01.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretend Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child development'/><title type='text'>Just a wee bit more bossy than usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="aug8-3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3798686122/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="aug8-3" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3798686122_4a3261cc54.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K's little streak of bossiness has reach another level of advancement, it's now more than just "Mommy do." He now tells me what to say during our sessions of pretend play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were playing his fishing game, he caught a toy crab and said these few words;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, eat crab."&lt;br /&gt;He went on to exclaim,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say not good to eat."&lt;br /&gt;"Always say is good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where that came from...certainly not from me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8875705116493646070?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8875705116493646070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8875705116493646070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8875705116493646070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8875705116493646070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wee-bit-more-bossy-than-usual.html' title='Just a wee bit more bossy than usual'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3798686122_4a3261cc54_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3713914748447064535</id><published>2009-08-08T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:54:53.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>We love spending time together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="aug8-1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3797815313/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="aug8-1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3228/3797815313_c75ef73e01.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Although we still get into little fights; like who gets to sit on the side of the steering wheel..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="aug8-2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3797816105/"&gt;&lt;img height="337" alt="aug8-2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3797816105_d500cb2657.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Or when Raeann takes my toy car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, I really don't mind holding her hand, only for a short while though...and maybe even share a hug."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3713914748447064535?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3713914748447064535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3713914748447064535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3713914748447064535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3713914748447064535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-love-spending-time-together.html' title='We love spending time together'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3228/3797815313_c75ef73e01_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-8512176158931092606</id><published>2009-08-04T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:37:59.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>July captions</title><content type='html'>Been feeling kind of lazy to type too much into this blog lately, so captions will do for this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="julmth1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3788241518/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="julmth1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/3788241518_52c09cb765.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playdate at Raeann's on the 30th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K needs time with mei mei to learn that there is more to just rough-and-tumble play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="julmth2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3787432075/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="julmth2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3787432075_a0eb0338d1.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Yi yi's birthday on the 1st Aug, K got a little too enthusiastic and blew the candles even before we finished the birthday song. So then the candles had to be re-lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="julmth3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3788242686/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="julmth3" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3461/3788242686_be59d140e7.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another fish hat evening; on the way to birthday dinner at Sopranos at Portdown road. Incidentally was the worse Italian food I ever had. Good ambience but lousy food. At least dessert was good when we went on to Peaberry and Pretzel @ Sunset Way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-8512176158931092606?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/8512176158931092606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=8512176158931092606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8512176158931092606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/8512176158931092606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-captions.html' title='July captions'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/3788241518_52c09cb765_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-7639175498840241032</id><published>2009-07-28T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:45:58.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captions'/><title type='text'>Ain't it sunny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="shop1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3764954296/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="shop1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3764954296_0b22b9db63.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;According to K, it was. He decided that it was so sunny indoors that he insisted on wearing my sunglasses while we were in the mall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-7639175498840241032?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/7639175498840241032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=7639175498840241032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7639175498840241032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/7639175498840241032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/07/aint-it-sunny.html' title='Ain&apos;t it sunny?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3504/3764954296_0b22b9db63_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-3307219506898464911</id><published>2009-07-28T00:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:02:59.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language Milestones'/><title type='text'>Sing with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5786412&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5786412&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5786412"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/catch40winks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rachel T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-3307219506898464911?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/3307219506898464911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=3307219506898464911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3307219506898464911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/3307219506898464911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/07/sing-with-me.html' title='Sing with me'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502020430857383855.post-5114080079031091277</id><published>2009-07-25T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:22:15.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>At the Botanics</title><content type='html'>It was a sweltering hot day for a picnic, nonetheless, the hot weather didn't seem to bug K in any way. Yiyi, Uncle Ed and the dogs, Zac and Lea's company at the picnic did make it especially fun for K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids have that affinity with nature and I don't think that I should be depriving him of it, although I am not particularly fond of perspiring profusely under the hot sun / getting bitten by ants. However, for K's sake, looks like we will be having more regular picnics in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="btnc1 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3760532493/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="btnc1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/3760532493_64bb6214ac.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K spotted a dragonfly! (While Zac wonders what is all that commotion...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="btnc2 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3760533297/"&gt;&lt;img height="351" alt="btnc2" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3519/3760533297_763f20ce44.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checking out the water through the drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="btnc3 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3761334396/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="btnc3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2504/3761334396_673b891122.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing with Lea, Zach's (our family dog) sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="btnc4 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3761336440/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="btnc4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/3761336440_4fca31114e.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posing with cutie little Kayla (Sheryl's daughter) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turned out that Saturday morning was a mini SE alumni of sorts, as I met another ex-colleague Shaw Wun with her daughter Alissa. Looks like Botanic Gardens is a great place to have family picnics on Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="btnc5 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3761337548/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="btnc5" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2457/3761337548_85ce9840ea.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to more action...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="btnc6 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3760537975/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="btnc6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/3760537975_da9ec45736.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need a short breather. Taking a sip of ice cold water (So shiok!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="btnc7 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3761338810/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="btnc7" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3761338810_73a240133a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our furry companions that day, Lea (left) and Zac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="btnc8 by rachelteo76, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catchfortywinks/3761340030/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="btnc8" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/3761340030_84577e813e.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the little monkey at the park...or rather...K's new pose for the camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502020430857383855-5114080079031091277?l=catchfortywinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/feeds/5114080079031091277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502020430857383855&amp;postID=5114080079031091277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5114080079031091277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502020430857383855/posts/default/5114080079031091277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchfortywinks.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-botanics.html' title='At the Botanics'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s2qJDVIZQs/TSSDkZleTQI/AAAAAAAABo0/oKOooW2-_rU/S220/Momnson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/3760532493_64bb6214ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
