things I learned as a mother

Motherhood has been very educational. I kid you not.

I've learned to multitask e.g. breastfeed, eat and read newspaper/fb at the same time. Or rock baby to sleep in sarong sling while cross-stitching.

I've also learned to gauge how high a fever is without using a termometer. I can figure if it's a low 38C fever or a high almost-40C fever with a touch of my hand.

Looking at their faces, I can anticipate if they want to poo or puke. So you grab a container/potty/chui kong before the river of food mixed with gastric juices come rushing out.

Sometimes, I feel that I'm the student in this journey.

For example, I've also learned that :

1. Snakes are reptiles. But not all snakes lay eggs. Certain species like the anaconda give birth!

2. The Brachiosaurus has its nostril at the top like a whale.

3. Sharks have vertical tails while orcas have horizontal tails.

4. Penguins are found only at the south pole while the polar bear is found only in the north pole.

But every now and then, God uses my children to teach me.

Once, Joseph was on a streak of naughtiness and it was one of those days when he said sorry again. Without thinking, I responded, "Say sorry again.... everytime say sorry but you do again and again. How many times do you want to say sorry?" And instantly, God convicted my heart. Isn't that how it is with us? We come before God in repentance again and again. Each time we say sorry and then go back to our old ways. But God in His great mercy forgives again and again.

Another time, I was just staring at my 2 sleeping kids, just enjoying their look of sweet surrender, oblivious to the cares of the world. God spoke to my heart - that is how God delights when we surrender completely to Him and rest in Him.

Hyla in the home

I've had a problem with dust for the longest time. It's more accurately called indoor pollution. Now that we have a new home twice the size of the old one, I told Daalin that I'm gonna need some help with keeping the house clean but I still don't quite like the idea of maids or cleaners.

So we finally got a Hyla. It's much more than just a vacuum cleaner.

The stuff that comes out of the mattresses and pillows is just shocking!

Can you imagine sleeping with all that every night?

So far, cleaning has been a breeze. I can clean everything from ceiling to floor with this Hyla. There's even no need to wash the curtains because I can just suck everything up and flush it down the toilet. And thus far, I'm glad to say that Actifed is no longer my best friend!

Enlightened over the weekend

It has been a crazy busy long weekend. It kicked off with the 14th MCCC last Thursday. I wasn't attending but Daalin did and we are also hosting a participant from India. (present tense because he's still here and only leaves tomorrow).

I was working till Thursday and then on Friday my MDA/FDI dental conference started at the KLCC. That's the convention centre. Not the shopping mall. I had to leave home at 7am, just after Joe woke up but Joy was still asleep. And I hate having to leave before the kids wake up.

I want to be there to greet them, hug them and smother them with kisses and pray with them when they open their eyes.

So anyway, I went downtown by LRT. Found my way to KLCC (first time to the convention centre!), registered and found a seat in the plenary theatre. I tried listening and paying attention to the oh-so-boring-speaker but restlessness and sleepiness got the better of me. So after a short nap, I sneaked out and went to check out the trade exhibition instead. Walked around collecting all the freebies from Colgate, Listerine, Sensodyne etc and then found the free internet terminals.

Thereafter I spent most of the rest of the day catching up with ex-coursemates and friends and stuffing myself with smoked salmon at the buffet lunch. Then I bought 2 rotiboy on my way home, for Joe, and got home just as Joy woke up from her nap.

On Saturday, I decided to gate-crash the MCCC instead of going downtown. There wasn't much of a programme besides the Opening Ceremony and the AGM. I didn't fancy hearing boring VIP speeches (by the DeputyPM) and neither did I quite care about who sits in the MDA committee.

I'm so glad I went to DreamCentre instead of KLCC. Hearing Pastor Dr Daniel Ho, Pastor Dr Chew Weng Chee and Pastor Dr Philip Lyn speak was so much better. Three fantastic senior pastors in ONE session!

In the afternoon, we went from DC to Sentul for Timothy's 4th Birthday Party. His mummy is one fantastic party-planner!

She had helium balloons all over the room, and individually wrapped & labelled party packs for the kids.

She even had a bouncing castle! But the kids didn't play in there long because it was leaking air so they sank instead of bounced.

And the cake... it was really good chocolate fudge cake inside. It's a pity all that good-looking fondant (which I'm sure took a long time to put together and which cost so much!) ends up in the trash.

Joe didn't need to eat. He was happy playing in the pool! He enjoyed this shallow pool so much! The pillars had knobs that you push and water squirts out horizontally.

After the party, Nana, Joy and myself went home first while Joe accompanied Daalin to go back to church to fetch our guest and take him out for dinner. They had a good time eating Hokkien Mee, Satay and Or Chien at Jalan 222. I think Joe felt very important because it was an all-guys dinner.

Sunday morning - they all went to church while I had to go downtown again because I had to collect the attendance certificate.

Again, the speaker was so boring. His content may be interesting. But the monotony of his speech could just put me to sleep. So I decided to take a stroll in the mall. I went window-shopping.

The mall was so full of people paying homage to all the brand names which I can pronounce. I don't know what's so attractive about walking around KLCC. Everything is so expensive! I did pop into Kinokuniya but had to quickly make my exit because my eyes were popping out just looking at the prices!

I saw this swimsuit at Gap. RM99 for the rashguard and RM129 (I think) for the shorts! Who in their right mind would spend so much?

It's USD20 for the top and USD22.50 for the shorts online. I'm sure that you can get it for much less at the outlet store. And YeeTeow says Gap is disposable clothing. Very expensive disposable clothing!

Over buffet lunch at the conference, I chatted with a group of much older dentists one of which was shocked to find out that I got married before I graduated. He told me that if I were his daughter, I wouldn't be alive!

Then I bumped into Jean on my way out and ended up chatting some more. Jean kindly gave me a lift home after that so I was spared having to walk up the hill from the LRT station.

It sucks that I have to work today after a long weekend. I would much rather stay home and do stuff with my kids.

Attending the conference was not really in vain. I did learn a one thing - and that is that I'm sure I do not want to do dentistry for the rest of my life. The other thing is that I would much rather be with my kids than anything else. I had so much 'me time' at KLCC. I suppose I could have really shopped or gone for a manicure or a massage or whatever else it is that 'tai tais' and mak datins do. But even with window shopping, I was only in the kids departments looking at stuff for kids.

So I'm thankful for the busy weekend. Because it was enlightening!

Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day. I'm thankful for the privilege and blessing to be a mother to my 2 beautiful, intelligent and delightful kids.

Joe made this for me at CG last night

I'm also very thankful to have a wonderful mother who is a even more wonderful grandmother to my kids.

for Nana, by Joe

As I reflect on how blessed I am, my thoughts go out today to all the women out there who long to be mothers but can't. Infertility is very real and increasingly common.

I also think of all the mothers whose arms are empty because their babies are in heaven. I have one in heaven too.

We decided not to join the crowds of people splurging hard-earned cash at extra-expensive buffets in hotels and restaurants. It's just too commercialised!

So this morning, we had a slow relaxing breakfast at DreamCafe. Then the kids went to Little Lamb. I stayed with them as well and Daalin had to be pianist impromptu.

Aunty Lily had the children make sandwiches for their mummies.

Joe made me a heart-shaped one. And then he tried eating the leftovers and said, "Tuna is not so bad after all".


He also painstakingly did the 3-heart craft for me.


I had to help Joy make the craft for myself :-) Of course I was more than happy to do so.

Then we all had a very simple lunch at DreamCafe. Food was no big deal. But it was time spent with family that was most important. Ah Chor was most happy to have her cheese cake fix. She usually eats very little so I was very surprised that she finished the entire piece (which was very big!) and also a glass of teh tarik after that.

We came home after lunch and I had a good afternoon nap sandwiched between my 2 lovely kids.

After nap, I went to the gym for a sweat. Blissful indeed.

I had to take a photo of 4-generations of women in our family. It was a women-only picture but Joseph got upset that we excluded him.

So they took a boys-only picture after that.

And now he's happy. And I'm happy of course.

Blessed Mother's Day to all mothers everywhere. And Happy Mother-to-be Day to YeeYee!

toy from trash

I was home with the kids on Monday and managed to have some art time with Joe while Joy was still napping.

We made an airplane!

Joe drew the windows on a paper towel roll...

Then I helped him make slits in the roll and inserted wings cut out from hard cardboard.

We cut out an egg carton for the cockpit...

...taped it to the fuselage...

Added more slits and cardboard for the tail and then Joe decorated it with stars that he punched out using the craft punch.

I made another smaller plane (using toilet paper roll) for Joy-Anne so they wouldn't fight.

Joe said, "Mama is very clever."

two, three or more?

I have been thinking : How many children should we have?

In this day and age, most people would agree that it is appropriate to 'close shop' since we already have a boy and a girl.

I now have, in many people's opinion, a perfect family. And I'm absolutely thankful for that!

Edwin has been checking out MPVs. He wants at least one more child. Me? I'm not sure.

Looking at my 2 delightful kids, more children = more fun!

I don't mind pregnancy and childbirth. But it's the first 6 months that terrifies me. I get so stressed out with night feeds, low milk supply and endless bouts of crying.

Babies = breastfeeding. But I have a love-hate relatonship with breastfeeding. From experience with Joseph and Joy-Anne, my babies take forever to feed. I would start feeding at 8am and finish at 9am. Then the next feed starts at 10am and finishes at 11am. This goes on all day! I felt like a full-time cow! If not for my mother's help, nothing else in the house would get done. In spite of how troublesome and inconvenient it seems, I cannot bring myself to not breastfeed simply because it's the right thing to do.

So we've been talking to friends who have more children.

The Godly words of wisdom they impart is to have more children. God's first command (even before the 10Commandments and way before the Great Commission) is to "be fruitful and multiply".

I googled "How many children should I have?" and got some interesting results...

Sarah-Kate Templeton, Health Editor for TimesOnline says, "COUPLES who have more than two children are being “irresponsible” by creating an unbearable burden on the environment".

In his research, sociology professor Hans-Peter Kohler of the University of Pennsylvania, found that people with children are, in fact, happier than those without children.

In comparing identical twins, Kohler found that mothers with one child are about 20 percent happier than their childless counterparts; Interestingly, second and third children don't add to parents' happiness at all. In fact, these additional children seem to make mothers less happy than mothers with only one child—though still happier than women with no children.

With more children, there is the worry of how we would raise them, educate them and care for them? I've only got a pair of hands (and so does every other mother). But as Foong Lin, Lily and Jean puts it.... it's a journey of faith.

Now that I'm a parent, I look at my parents and my in-laws and I wonder how they raised their children. My family of 3 siblings survived on my father's lone pastor's salary. Surely all the holidays, piano lessons, violin lessons and everything else are by God's providence. My in-laws gave all 3 of their children each an overseas university education on teacher's salaries. And we all turned out just fine.

Of course, I have no intention of emulating Nadya Suleman - the single mother of 14 children (with no stable income). Neither will I emulate my maternal grandmother who had 10 children.

I don't want to be irresponsible. But maybe, just maybe....in God's perfect timing.... we will have more.

sleepless in my own bed

The kids have been depriving me of sleep for the past 2 nights. Since Edwin is on the other side of the planet, Joseph has been sleeping with me. He says it's because I would otherwise have no friend if he sleeps in his own bed. I'm just thinking of the electricity saved from using only 1 fan instead of 2.

On Monday night, Joy-Anne decided she wanted to sleep with us too. While she normally sleeps with Nana, that night, she simply refused to do so for reasons I know not. When placed on my bed, she fell asleep almost instantly.

With Joseph in the middle of the bed (not too near the edge otherwise he might roll off) and Joy-Anne next to him, I'm left with about all of 1-foot width of bedspace.

Not being able to move, I woke up on Tuesday morning feeling rather stiff. On top of that, I hardly slept a wink because Joy-Anne kept rolling and kicking. She rolled from beside me, to a 90degree angle near my feet and then she rolled to my head with her feet in Joseph's face. At which point Joe got up to complain, "Mama....Joy-Anne is kicking me!"

Then Joe went back to sleep and a little while later got up again to go to the toilet. Add in the several times they each semi-woke up to sleeptalk and I had quite a dramatic night.

Oh but Yee Yee, don't let this put you off having kids. It's really a whole lot of fun. :-)

Last night, it was another drama. Joseph went off to sleep alright but Joy-Anne wouldn't drink her milk. She wanted to play and walk here and there. So I let her while I watched CSI. By 11pm, she still didn't want to drink her milk. I put her on my bed (because Nana was out) and I lay beside her (to keep her from falling off the bed). I don't know what time she fell asleep because I fell asleep myself.

The same drama happened as the night before.... sleep talk, kicking, rolling, Joe gets up to pick pillows from the floor, goes to the toilet to shee shee....

I anticipate 2 more fun-filled nights because Kong Kong is coming today so Joy-Anne will have to sleep with me.

On another note, I'm quite pleased with Joseph's bladder control. Previously he would wake up in the middle of the night and shout "I want to shee sheeeeeee!!!!!" And either of us would have to get up, run to his room with a potty for him to pee.

Now, he gets out of bed, walks to the toilet, climbs a stool to switch on the light, pees, switches off the lights and gets back into bed all by himself. He started doing this while we were in Melbourne where the light switches are much lower, within his reach. Since coming home, he parked a stool below the switch so that he can reach it. I no longer worry about accidents. He's certainly smarter than his mother because according to my mother, I was still on night time diapers at 4 years old.

Lessons in Parenting

Being a parent has taught me many things about the Father Heart of God. It amazes me how God uses my children to teach me about Him.

Yesterday, I was feeding Joseph lunch with my right hand while holding Joy-Anne on my lap with my left arm. A short while later, my mother came to carry Joy-Anne and as she was carried away, Joy-Anne reached out and grabbed the piece of keropok that was in Joseph's hand.

"Heyyyyyy!!!!!!", Joseph shouted.

"Arrrrhhhhhhhhhhhgggghhhh!!!! Joy-Anne took my keropokkkkkkk!!!!"

I told him to calm down and I would give him another piece.

But he wanted it back so Joy-Anne handed the saliva-soaked piece of keropok to him. He took it and then threw it on the floor.

I was certainly not happy with his attitude and made him apologize to Joy-Anne.

Later, as I was putting him to bed for his afternoon nap, I had a talk with him.

Mama : Joseph, do you know what Jesus teaches us in the Bible?

Joe : Huh?

Mama : Jesus said that if someone slaps you on the right cheek, you should turn your left cheek for the fellow to slap too.

(Joe looks at me with a stunned look)

Mama : And if someone takes your shirt, you should give him your shoe as well.

Joe : What????!!! Then I will have no shirt and no shoe!

Mama : Then God can bless you with new ones.

Joe is still stunned.

Mama : And if someone takes your keropok, you give him your chicken nugget as well.

Joe : That's not fair! (now he's really upset)

Mama : When Joy-Anne takes your keropok, you let her have it. Then I can give you a new piece.

Joe : But I want my keropok.

Mama : Do you want back the piece of keropok that has Joy-Anne's saliva or do you want a new crispy piece of keropok?

Joe : (thinks for a while then answers with a sad face and sobbing) ...the new crispy piece.

Mama : So can you let Joy-Anne have the keropok if she grabs it from you?

Joe turns the other side, hides his head under his Barney bolster and says "I'm really tired".

So young and yet he knows how to avoid the subject.

I left it at that and when he woke up later in the evening, I continued my talk with him.

This time, it ended like this....

Mama : So if Joy-Anne takes your keropok, what do you do?

Joe : I give her chicken nugget. And then can ask Ah Mah to make more keropok. And if there's no more flour and prawn, we can go to the market to buy some more.

Even with this incident, God reminded me that many times, we hold on so tightly to the things we have that He can't bless us with more. I've to learn to let go and let God work!

The busy mum's guide to losing post-natal flab

1. Breastfeed

I won't go into the details of the numerous benefits that far outweigh the downside of droppy breasts, sleepless nights and not being able to go on long vacation. You can find all that information via google. It's great to burn calories while just sitting and bonding with my cute baby (while she digs her fingers into my mouth, my nose, pulls my hair and kicks the chair/table)

2. Carry baby in a sling while shopping

Since there's no time to lift weights at the gym, this is the next best thing. I get to burn calories, hold her close, smell her and develop muscles all at the same time.

3. Rock baby to sleep

Do this at every opportunity you get. Sarongs are known to be dangerous. By rocking baby to sleep, you get to practise your singing, burn calories, develop muscles and get close to baby.

4. Do mini-workouts

I sometimes put baby on the bed and do push-ups while talking to her. Then I make her 'fly' by lying on my back with her on my legs and I do sit ups. At other times, I do some exercises on the trampoline or use the pilates band while talking to baby who is safe in the playpen.

5. Park further to walk more.

It's 6 levels from where I park the car in P2 all the way up to the 2nd floor where I work. (There's P2, P1, LG, G, 1 and 2) Instead of taking the elevator, I walk through the mall using the escalator. I also walk as much as I can while doing grocery shopping during lunch hour.

6. Eat healthy

One makcik told me that bayam helps to increase breast milk production. Even if it doesn't, it does have a lot of iron and helps ease the morning big business ritual.

This morning, I stepped on the scales (I do this every morning after big business) and for the first time in years, my weight dipped below 48kg. Yup....the digital scale showed 47.9kg. Now if only I could invert this everted belly button....

The answer to my problem

Since Joy-Anne arrived, I had been having a major problem - constipation and haemorrhoids. I wasn't quite sure whether the constipation caused the haemorrhoids (because of the straining) or whether the haemorrhoids caused the constipation (blocking the anus).

A gastroenterologist (to whom I paid RM150 for him to examine my rear end) confirmed I have a few haemorrhoids in the early stage. He gave me senokot, lactulose, and another suppository which I can't recall now. The pharmacist who dispensed it must have had a good laugh because when she was giving me the lactulose, she said, "this is for when you constipate". Then taking the senokot she said, "err...this is err...also for when you err...constipate." And then taking the suppository she said, "err..this one....ohh...ahh...also for when you ahh....really consitpate." I nodded and smiled at her.

I tried Senokot and Lactulose. They helped but I didn't like the idea of being dependent on medication. Taking extra fruits and vegetables and having oats for breakfast every morning did little to solve my problem. I could eat half a papaya (big one) and tonnes of other fruits and still have a problem the next morning.

Finally, I found the answer to my problem....

Yup! Muesli. I actually like taking this for breakfast and even lunch as well. Unfortunately it's quite expensive here in Malaysia (about RM16 for a 750gm pack). So when Edwin went to Melbourne for a working trip late last month, I asked him to buy some home. He brought home about 10kg of muesli. After conversion, this pack cost about RM9.

Big business every morning has been a breeze. I feel so good and much lighter after my business in the toilet every morning.

See how lose my pants is now. This is my favourite pair which I have been wearing since 10 years ago, which I couldn't even zip up in April.

And that's our new camera.

So glad that eating healthy and breastfeeding has succesfully transferred all the unwanted fat from me to my pretty baby.

She's about 7.9kg now and trying very hard to sit and crawl and talk. Joy-Anne also loves to play with her big brother and vice versa.Unfortunately, she's also drooling a lot with her mouth always open...just like Joseph!

Happy to lose

I've been busy.... Edwin has been travelling. A week in Melbourne, a week in Seoul. Wish it was vacation for me too.

Nevermind....my vacation is approaching very soon! Yeah....we'll be going to Honolulu, Hawaii for my sister's wedding.

Because all women are vain (and those who say they are not are lying), I've been trying hard to shed all this extra baby weight to look good in the wedding pictures. Not having time to exercise does not help.

Nevertheless, I'm proud to say that I've lost about 6kg since February. I'm now down to 51kg and my favourite pair of pants which I could not even zip in April is now loose. I've had this favourite pair of pants since my form 6 days. Not bad huh.....to be able to fit into pants from my teenage years after 10 years and 2 kids.

But I have yet to reach my pre-Joseph weight. I was 48kg before I had Joseph. At full term, I was 62kg. With Joy-Anne, I was 53kg when I conceived her because the pregnancy just before that gave me very good appetite and then after the miscarriage, I was trying to lose the weight when I realized I was pregnant again (no wonder no weight loss despite daily sessions on the treadmill).

Now if only there was some miracle gadget to zap away all the extra flabby lose skin and stretch marks on my tummy and my permanently-everted bellybutton. I guess I'll just have to keep this priceless pregnancy souvenir.

checking out school

We made a visit to Tadika Juara Cerdik yesterday morning. This is where we plan to send Joe next year when he will be 4 years old. The principal, Cynthia spent over an hour talking to us and taking us on a tour of the premises.

The place is new and purpose-built for the children. So you've got child-height sinks and toilets, brightly-painted walls, a science lab, a computer room with 10 computers (with flat screen LCDs), multi-media room, playground and a garden besides the classrooms. This is part of DUMC's mega-church complex known as Dream Center.

I find comfort in the fact that they expect parents to be around for the first 3 days to help children settle into a new environment. They also have very experienced teachers and helpers.

Joe had a traumatic experience when we tried to send him to another school when he was younger. The teachers there have a cold-turkey style where parents drop the kid and leave from Day 1. Joe found himself in a strange place with total strangers. He cried and screamed. Refused to eat or drink. Not even a drop of water. On top of that he vomitted. He finally fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. After that day, he turned and ran the other way when he saw the school from afar.

We have been slowly trying to change his mindset. Thus far, we have managed to explain to him that school is for big boys ad girls, not for adults. Barney and Elmo have also helped to give him a positive perception about school. In theory, he can now tell me that he wants to go to school and we should go to work, and come fetch him when school is over.

I feel he will be adapting to Juara Cerdik with more ease because the principal and 2 other teachers are people he has seen in church. There are also a few other children from Children's Church who are in Juara Cerdik. Plus, he will have Nathaniel for a classmate. Nat's mother and I used to go to school together so it's cool that our sons are going to be classmates.

Nat is quite a drama king. Even more of a drama king than Joseph. I just hope that together, they don't terrorize the other children and their teacher.

A mother's heartache

Leaving the house for work each day I have to work is a heartache. Especially when Joe puts his arms around me and says, "Mama...don't go to work. Stay at home." He did it again this morning.

I hug and kiss him tight. And then when he's distracted with Mickey Mouse, I sneak out of the house. It's a horrible thing to do. I wish I didn't have to work.

Which is why I don't quite understand why some people who don't work choose to send their young kids to school instead of enjoying them. I know of 2 mothers who can afford to not work, and thus do not work. Yet they send their only child to pre-school before they are even 3 years old. I wonder what they do at home?

If I had that luxury, I'd spend more time with my kid doing fun stuff like going to Kizsports, Tumble Tots, Music&Movement classes, swimming, etc. After all they are only so young for such a short time and pretty soon, they'll grow more and more independent of us.

breastfeeding and me

I have this love-hate relationship with breastfeeding.

How do I explain?

I love the closeness and bonding with baby. But I hate being tied down.

I love the satisfied, contented look on her face. But I dread the endless nights of broken sleep.

When I feed baby, I sometimes feel robbed of time with Joseph.

When I don't feed her, I feel inadequate.

da milk guzzler

With Joseph, it was all just Joe. He weaned himself at 8months at that was the end of my breastfeeding journey with him.

This time around with Joy-Anne, it's just different. She seems to want to drink more, and sleep less compared to Joe. So when I'm at home, she's stuck to me almost all the time. I can't take Joe to the playground, or swimming, or do art and craft with him. Needless to say, there's no such thing as "me-time".

I feel so trapped. Feeding Joy-Anne seems to threaten my closeness with Joe. He reacts by telling me "Mama...play with me. I need you to be my friend!". When I'm going out to work, he says, "NO mama! Don't go out!". I can't help but sometimes feel resentfully frustrated towards my innocent baby who's now starting to smile and laugh a lot. Then I feel guilty.

Happy Mother's Day!

We spent Mother's Day at The Curve/Ikea/Tesco with Reuben and Joanne.

My Ah Ku, the clown.

Ah Ku, Joanne & Joy-Anne

Reuben and his women...

Joe wanted ice-cream!

..and then didn't want to smile!

I ain't fat. I'm post-partum.

So we were back in Seremban on Sunday to stay over because we wanted to go to the safari early on Monday morning. On Sunday evening, a few of my in-law's friends came over for tea and chat about their new camera. This old, I mean elderly aunty took one look at me and said, "You look fairer ah...". "Really?", I replied. And then she said, "Yah....and fatter too".

Trying to be polite, I smiled at her and kept quiet.

It's never polite to call someone fat. Even if you think someone is fat, you don't say it to their face. Nope, the 3-letter word is a no-no. Especially more so if someone is actually post-natal. More tactful words would be chubby or prosperous-looking.

I mean....of course I'm fatter. It took 9 months to pile on all that weight. And unless I stop breastfeeding and start intense dieting and working out with a personal trainer a la Hollywood, it's gonna take a while before I get back in shape. In the mean time, I'll stay in this shape. Round is a shape.

Everyday should be Mother's Day

This morning a special delivery came for my mum.

Indeed, everyday should be Mother's Day.

Danny is my soon-to-be brother-in-law.
Everything I know about mothering, I learnt it from my mum. She's still teaching. I'm still learning.

I thank God that at 61, my mum is still strong, healthy and attractive!

She has a 28-inch waist and looks good in most clothes.

Good genes passed down...