Cedric's first hair cut by daddy didn't turn out too well.
Notice the disastrous side of the hair?
It was supposed to look like this...
Mommy was heartbroken looking at Cedric's new hair cut. His hair used to be so dark, so full, and so nice...Now it looks like it was munched by rabbit or something...total disaster!!
So here comes another hair cut. This time we went for shaolin monk style - botak head it is.
Shaving in the saloon
Are you done?
Why so long mommy...
I don't want to be a botak...
Before
After
My smile is as shiny as my botak head
It took mommy many days to get over the sadness of turning Cedric into a botak; daddy felt very guilty too and swore he wouldn't try to experiment with Cedric's hair anymore.
Even though the first hair cut attempt was a failure, the lucky thing was Cedric was 8 months old then, not 8 years old or 18 years old...Botak or not, he is still as happy as always. Botak or not, he is still mommy's prince charming, forever...
Cedric's baby hair was shaved on his full moon day.
The baby hair collected was sent to a baby souvenir shop called Babywise to be made into baby hair brush.
Some people believe that writing brush made from baby's hair is a gift that can bring good luck and intelligence to the baby, hence another name for this baby hair brush is scholar brush (状元笔).
To me, it symbolizes another phase of Cedric's life, from being in the warm and comfortable womb of mommy, to this challanging and sometimes cruel world.
Whether or not Cedric becomes a scholar or extra intelligent being is not the most important thing, but I wish my Cedric boy will grow up to be a brave and loving man in the future.
I am imagining...
On his wedding day many years in the future, the day when he'll leave home and be the center of a good girl's world...
His daddy and I will present this gift to him, and tell him how much we love him, and how he'll always be our little Cedric boy...like when he was just born...
This is a gift of love from daddy and mommy...
Before shave
Half way shaving
After shave - popo helped me to put on a cap to hide my botak head
It has been a very challenging period, both physically and mentally...So challenging that I sometimes lose control and cried, followed by episodes of constant worrying and feeling blues...
I basically worry about everything everyday...
Is baby getting enough to eat?
It's time to express milk again, and I'm late!
Who is going to take care of baby after the confinement period?
Will the day care centre staff take good care of Cedric?
If I be stay-at-home mom, will hubby be able to cope physically, mentally and financially?
What about our business that just started to grow?
Should I continue my CLP study this year???
All these question marks and uncertainties suddenly seem so real and haunt me so greatly, that I find myself drowning in the sea of negativity...Maybe this is what people meant by baby blues? Or postnatal depression?
When I am fighting very hard to be better, and to be my own old self again, one thing that always manage to soothe my empty soul is the show of love and care by people I love, and people who love me.
It is like a booster for my heart, so that I have the energy to keep going and continue going...
Everything does, instantly. It is such an extraordinary event, truly life-changing moments.
When I was about to become a father for the first time, other men who’ve already blazed that trail are keen to share their experiences and then there are those who give me that funny look – a peculiar expression which seems to say “Congrats, you will have sleepless nights and panda eyes, Good Luck!”
Cedric is 6 days old. I am so blessed to have him into my world. The first 24hrs on the first day back home wasn't easy. Mummy only had about 4-5 hours of sleep, barely had enough rest and I can notice the sudden change of lifestyle is not easy to cope. Mummy was quite depressed because Cedric kept on crying every hour and had no idea what caused it.
I am sad to see Mummy's exhausted condition, maybe she has hit the 'baby blues' and become weepy most the time. The next night I volunteered to become 'night supervisor' so that Mummy can have a good rest. It was only me and Cedric at the living room and becoming a baby-sitter is not an easy task.
I have a crying baby and I go through all of the obvious things on my mental checklist. Is Cedric hungry? Is it nappy wet? Is it wind? By now I totally understand Mummy's feeling and realized it’s going to take patience and persistence to overcome the 'stress'
The biggest surprises were the obvious things - the lack of sleep and the sheer exhaustion, plus all the crying.
Although Cedric may make my days shorter, my nights longer, my bankroll smaller, he’ll also make my home happier and my life far more fulfilling.
Cedric Boy
D.O.B: 09/01/2012
Time: 00:12
Weight: 3.35kg
Height: 48cm
We missed our Christmas and birthday celebrations last week as hubby was down with flu. Now that he is better, he suggested to have a simple 3-in-1 celebration at 1-Utama. As promised, he'll treat me to a japanese lunch as replacement for Christmas, and chocolate fondue for my birthday.
Hurray! So great to be able to spend some quality time together finally... and we probably we will not have any 2-person outing for a long long time after the baby arrived...
The lunch at Sakae Sushi was great. The food was good, the ambiance was relaxing, I was super hungry and hubby always likes japanese food. So I felt great and enjoyed the lunch very much!
Sakae Sushi, 1-Utama
Always amazed by the genius who invented the sushi train - simple, efficient, and convenient
Dragon Roll, RM15.90 - Hubby said dragon year has to eat dragon roll :p
The soft and melt-in-mouth avocado adds a creamy yet refreshing taste to the sushi. Yummy!
Haru Set, RM24.90
Salmon Crepe Treasure, RM9.80
Spicy Idako Maki, RM5.99
Look at that smiley face! Hubby hasn't been smiling since he was sick, hope he enjoyed the lunch as much as I do
After the satisfying lunch, it was a solid 3 hours of walking and shopping. People said walking is good to bring about easier labour, I hope it's true, as my legs are all swollen and painful now...
By the end of the shopping, we bought some clothes for hubby and a present for our good friend, Stanley's house warming.
Last but not least was my favourite chocolate fondue for tea time!
First, it was the food poisoning on Friday. After taking an injection on the arm, followed by a 12 hours sleep, he was as strong as a tiger again.
On Saturday, thinking that he has recovered, he proceeded to be the "heng tai"-cum-driver for his friend, Leong's wedding. Then at night, after returned home from Leong's wedding dinner, he started to complain of tiredness and queasiness.
On Christmas day, hubby is officially down with fever, headache, sore throat and cough.
Sick
He woke up around 11am in the morning - had lunch - Zzzzz from 2-7pm - had Milo and his medicine - Zzzzz again...
When he was up for Milo, he kept worrying about not being able to bring me out for Christmas celebration... what am I going to have for dinner... what I would do alone for the rest of the day...
But dear...to me, the most important thing is for you to get well soon and be your old self again.
Need not to worry about Christmas, as I believe Santa can wait. As long as you are well and happy, and I am well and happy, everyday is a Christmas day, right?
So please rest more and get well soon. We shall postpone our Christmas celebration until you are recovered. Then we can go for a movie, a nice dinner, or perhaps a date with Cedric boy together. What do you think? :)
Hubby was home very late last Thursday, passed midnight.
Earlier that day, he told me he'll be late, but usually his definition of late ≠ midnight. So I waited for him for dinner or supper together, and tried not to call him so that I do not disturb his work.
I waited until about 10pm, when I patience worn out, I decided to go for dinner by myself, so I texted him. He texted back:"Be back late". Then no more news from him.
After dinner, I watched TV to kill time while waiting for hubby. In my heart, I was wondering why hubby is acting differently today...He is always a very responsible person. He'll let me know where he is going, with whom, and if he needs to be home later than usual, he will inform me roughly what time he'll be back, and make sure I have my dinner first.
Hubby looked exhausted when he finally arrived home. He said he was having dinner with clients, that's why didn't call earlier. Then he complained of being hungry, and the food at the dinner was lousy, so I made him Maggi and Milo.
Before going to bed that night, we had a chat.
I said: "How would you feel if I don't call you when I will be home late?" And I made him promise to call every time he were to be back late. Hubby was silent for a while...Then he said sorry, and promised.
Today I received a surprise gift. It was a white iPhone 4S.
Then I recalled about last Thursday's incident. 16 December 2011, 12:00am was Maxis's launching day for iPhone 4S in Malaysia...
And I found out that hubby queued alone at KLCC from 6pm to midnight, just to get me a surprise iPhone 4S as birthday gift...
This Christmas, this birthday, I received the best present in my life. It's not the phone, but a hubby, the hubby that loves me dearly and deeply...
He told me before that if he only has RM1, he will give it to me and make sure I never go hungry.
I wish to tell my dear hubby, that If you only have RM1, let's eat together and work hard together...
I believe in you, and I believe everything and anything is possible as long as both hearts are together...
Thank you dear hubby for giving me the best present ever....and Merry Christmas... :)
iPhone 4S - Hubby was talking to the silly SIRI this afternoon. Conclusion - SIRI doesn't speak Malaysian English.
Good bye my old friend - the super durable Sony Ericsson
Spotted hubby in a video from www.mobile88.com. He was #36 in the queue, among the first group of 40 people to enter the event hall.
Hubby on Youtube!
The Maxis iPhone 4S Launching Event on 16 December 2011 @ KLCC covered by
Not that I was not a Malaysian before, or I am not Malaysian now, or I will not be a Malaysian in the future; just I find that there are things that I need to learn in order to become "more" Malaysian.
My hubby is quite a "malaysian" Malaysian, and he's always proud to be a Malaysian.
He loves durian.
Spicy food, especially cili padi is a must everyday.
He likes to show off his fluent Malay language, by teasing my not so good Malay language.
He sometimes tells stories about how he used to be taken care by Malay babysitter when he was a baby (that's where he learned to eat nasi lemak and picked up his habit of washing his buttock after poo poo instead of wiping with tissue paper).
He enjoys our mamak store culture.
Not to forget, he can cook yummy maggi goreng!
I notice that I've become more Malaysian after I become Mrs.Siew. And learning to enjoy maggi goreng is one of the things that make me feel more Malaysian.
Maggi Goreng with Bull's Eye Egg, by Chef TS
I was home late tonight. On my way home, I ordered maggi goreng from chef TS for dinner.
Since the chef has had his dinner earlier, so in my mind I was imagining something simple - instant noodle + egg.
To my surprise, he added some secret ingredients to the noodle: his love and effort.
Notwithstanding the wet day and being tired from work, he took the trouble to drive to nearby store to buy vegetables for the supposedly simple dish, then spent 15 mins in the kitchen cooking and washing up...when he can save all the troubles by just "ta pao" dinner for me.
I think that makes him the best maggi goreng chef ever!
I had a craving for bak kwa (肉干) yesterday. Mentioned the craving to hubby, but soon I got over it, and then totally forgot about it.
Tonight hubby volunteered to make me supper.
Usually other than to get a drink, or kiss me hello when I am cooking, very rarely will hubby go to the kitchen. So I was like...hmmh...why suddenly he is so motivated to make me supper...??
5 minutes later, he treated me with a lovely room service. The menu was bread with bak kwa and a cup of my nightly milk.
Can you believe that we have actually been working on this project for nearly a year now?
From the earlier stage of discussing, negotiating and deciding whether to add a junior to our family; to reaching a consensus and work towards it...I thank God for the gift He sends us, and now we are 2 months away from meeting the little one...
It has been an exciting and challenging year.
There are happy moments, unhappy moments, stressful moments, wonderful moments etc etc...but all of the time, happy or unhappy, smooth or rough, I am thankful that you are always here for me, here for us...like the lovely song from Bruno Mars, I know..."I can count on you like 4, 3, 2; and you'll be there..."
Dear, thank you for everything...thank you that when I am unhappy, you make me happy; thank you that when I am happy, you are always here to share it with me...
I hope I can do the same for you, that when you need me..."You can count on me like 1, 2, 3; and I'll be there"......for you.....
And when you don't need me, I'll make sure I be there too, following you around, here and there, everywhere... and kacau you until you say "enough"...!
Ever since sugar was detected in my urine recently, T has been quite strict in controlling my diet, especially my daily sugar intake. He will monitor what I eat and drink, and whenever I am tempted to have my sweet treats, he will squeeze out his serious face, and try to use his very kecil eyes to warn me against my action.
So I thought...gone are the days when I can have all the sweet stuff I like whenever I want...
But last night, I found a sweet little surprise in my snacks drawer. It's a box of my favourite Ferrero Rocher! T must have sneaked it in when I was not around...
My happy potion
That's T and his little way of showing his love and care, which I appreciate very much...I promise you dear, I will only eat 1pc a day, erm...or 2 the most.
