Hello 2013 (I know, I'm late)

I guess this is the time when most people start reflecting on their lives in 2012 and write down what they hope 2013 will be. So I shall join the bandwagon and do a post like that as well, albeit rather late as it's already halfway through January 2013 but here goes.

What was 2012 like for me? Well, baby E and I took our first big trip without the hubz because work could not let him go. We went with my parents and sister to visit her boyfriend (now fiance) in Las Vegas and spent 2 weeks there. Baby E took to plane travel like a champ, flirting with the female flight attendants and charming the other passengers with his sunny smile. He did get a bit grumpy towards the end of the return flight and I was tired and could not find the strength to keep him entertained so I just nursed him and hoped for the best. It was the longest 6 hour flight of my life (Seoul to Singapore).

During the trip I received news that Lavander was sick and not eating her food. I asked the hubz and my godfather to check in on her and he sent me pictures of her. When I got back to Singapore, we (baby E, the hubz and I) took Lavander to the vet and the rest is in my previous post.

Then my sister's fiance visited in October and we went to Koh Samui with my parents (again, the hubz could not get time off work) and baby E had the time of his life. The sun, sand and sea really agreed with him and he LOVED feeding the fishes off the boat we hired.

We ended the year with the usual Christmas celebrations with my family and baby E was old enough to stay up a bit later and handle all the stimulation that comes with seeing relatives and opening presents. He did not have a single meltdown and I'm so proud of him for that.

I won't deny it, having baby E in 2010 and adjusting to life after that was really difficult for me. He was not (and still is not) an easygoing baby who keeps me on my toes. The hubz made a point to spend lots of time with baby E during his Christmas vacation and I can see the father-son bond growing already. Who knows, maybe someday soon the hubz will be able to put baby E to bed at night without me!

What am I looking forward to in 2013? Having our own home! Our flat should be ready by the end of 2013 and we could potentially move in before the middle of 2014. Our first home together, that'll be an adventure!

Lavander

I could not decide what to write about first. 

But I owe it to man's (or in this case, WOman's) best friend to get this post out and try to move on. I've been stuck in emotional limbo since Lavander passed in March this year. Been keeping busy taking care of baby E and the family but it's time to stop and take a moment to remember Lavander. 

On our way to a pet event at Fort Canning Park 2008

Lavander, my slightly crazy Jack Russell Terrier who loved tennis balls (or pretty much anything shaped like a ball) and hated getting her nails trimmed. And yes, I know her name is misspelled. Tell that to my 14 year old self who picked and registered her name without consulting a dictionary.

Lavander, who loved sleeping on the bed with me. She also wanted to be let in and out of the room several times during the night. I always ended up sleeping in the bed next to the door so I could open and close it for her. I seriously considered installing a dog door but my parents would have not liked that at all.

It took a while, but with the help of a great vet I managed to solve her food allergy issues. Also found out that she was allergic to grass, poor girl! She did love to roll around in the grass, which I much preferred compared to her other favourite thing to roll in, dead animal carcasses.

My brother called her 'The Great White Shark' because she was white and constantly circled around whoever had food in the home in the hopes they would drop a piece and when they did, she would pounce on whatever it was and wolf it down in record time. She loved to eat. 

Then she gave me a huge scare after eating an entire pack of Ricola sweets but after a night of horrible diarrhea (horrible because my dad and I had to clean it up, it didn't seem to bother her too much) and a vet visit, she was right as rain. This happened several times with various food items and she would have an upset stomach but recover in a day.

July 1997 - March 2012

I've always said that I would know when to let her go, it would be when food and car rides no longer had any appeal for her. When the time came, a third reason made up my mind - no amount of pain medication could make her comfortable. 

So I let her go. And she is missed, so so much.

Hello Again!

Wow, I can't believe my first ever blog is still here. There have been major life changes since I last posted in 2008 (wow 4 years ago! procrastination FTW).

It's time to revive this humble blog, here's a summary of events leading up to this post:

• Been dating future-hubby since 2005.
• Found out about pregnancy early 2010.
• Married mid-2010.
• Had baby E end 2010.
• Baby E will be 2 years old this year.

There you go, shortest summary ever. Most of my writing will probably be about my experiences as a SAHM, new (well, not-so-new now) mother and life in general.


Fascinating, huh? Yeah, I thought so.


Hmm, sarcasm doesn't translate well into text on a screen. I've got to refine my writing style.

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Procrastinator!

Yes, I'm a terrible procrastinator! I've bought my own digital camera and still no pictures. Ah well, guess my memory will just have to serve for now.

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