God and Adam

“Wherefore teach it unto your children, that all men, everywhere, must repent, or they can in nowise inherit the kingdom of God, for no unclean thing can dwell there, or dwell in his presence; for, in the language of Adam, Man of Holiness is his name, and the name of his Only Begotten is the Son of Man, even Jesus Christ, a righteous Judge, who shall come in the meridian of time.”  Moses 6:57

My husband is a wise man. He chose the name Adam for our first born because God created Adam as the first man on Earth.
By His hands we are blessed. I am feeling a bit emotional today and have so much to be thankful for.

My Sunday has been quite a bitch.

My Sunday has been quite a bitch.
Andy had some work to do (which dragged on practically all day), leaving me alone with the children.

It wouldn't have been so horrid if not for the fact that I slept at 1am from Andy's party the night before, and was awaken at 7am by one of the children whose name I shall not disclose.
He wanted to play with his new Transformer, but then he couldn't figure out how the limbs folded/ unfolded , so of course his mother had to be the one to his rescue every 30 seconds or so.
At 7am on a (very) tired Sunday morning when my eyes are barely open.
Fuck my life.

As my Sunday progressed, I was herding the same terrible child around the house like a neurotic border collie - to finish his breakfast, then his lunch, to get dressed after his bath, to make sure he washes his hands after going to the toilet, to get down for his nap.
My other child, whose name I shall also not disclose, was also quite cranky today. He wanted to be carried upright in the balcony to watch the kois swimming in the pond, and traffic go by downstairs.
I hardly get any rest anymore. I'm not talking about having uninterrupted sleep for 10 hours straight and waking up at noon on weekends.
I'm talking about I can't even go to the toilet to do my business without the need to be asked or shown something; and keeping insane hours with night-feeds and demanding children.

That is the reason why I shop. For my sanity. Which I more than make up for.

I was complaining to my Aunt how exhausted I am (I am soooo tired that I can just collapse on the floor and die). Later on, I overheard the particular child telling the helper "Aunty don't disturb Mummy she very tired want to die already".
I'm jealous of my husband. He came home, kicked off his socks, exclaimed what a long day he had and how happy he was to have clinched a deal, and promptly disappeared into a paradise called BATHROOM.
It's 11pm, and I still have the same T-shirt on since morning and I have not had a chance to visit the bathroom.

My birth control. Who needs ligation anymore ?

Well, at least not everyday is a Sunday (pls excuse the punny metaphor). And thank God for Mondays.

Hubby is 30!

My husband recently turned 30, and we had an intimate celebration at home with his best friends and family.

Can you believe it. Andy is 30!!! Thirty years old. Of which, I have partaken in for ten years.
Ten emotional roller-coaster years filled with ups and downs. He is my best friend, my nemesis, my honest critic and the father of my children.

10 Things about my husband:
1) He snores (very loudly).
2) His farts are brutal.
3) He likes Manchester United.
4) He lives to eat, not vice versa.
5) He whips up a mean dish of salted-egg crabs.
6) He is born to fish but forced to work
7) But his work is his family business so it doesn't really matter
8) His idea of housework is "sweeping the dust under the carpet" or so to speak, as long as stuff aren't visible.
9) He is (extremely) afraid of the dark. And ghosts. He's a wuss like that.
10) Did I mention he likes Manchester United??

We had catered food

and copious amounts of lovely chilled bubbly. The Bottega was particularly sweet.

See this Erin relaxing and having leg massage like a boss!

I wore a Givenchy dress. Love that Rottie.

According to my husband, 30 is the new 20.

Have a rockin' weekend all!

I want to remember

I want to remember all these faces.
Happy and unhappy faces. The good and the bad.
One day I'm going to grow too old, or my baby is gonna grow up too quickly, then I'm gonna miss  these faces all over again.

Presenting Adam's twin - born 3 years apart.

Working with infertile couples makes me appreciate my children, and takes the saying "children are God's gifts" to a whole new level. I thank God everyday for His generosity and blessing.

Some days are dandy - the children sleep early and I can squeeze in some 10 minutes reading the news or surfing the internet. Or simply doing nothing and enjoying the quietness.
Some days are not so fine - both kids are wide awake way past their bedtimes, I feel dog-tired but am forced to go through the whole notion of attending to their 1001 needs before they are satisfied enough to finally fall asleep.
I get no off-days from my kids. I am a Mummy 365 days a year. The good news is, my kids are my greatest fans, and that is a wonderful feeling because on days when you feel lousy, you need to be with people who need you and think you are important to them.
When they grow and grow and hit the ceiling (Adam's theory) and have their own lives, then it'll be my turn to be their biggest fan!

Resorts World Sentosa: Marine Life Park

School's out!
My mummy-friend helped me get tickets to the all-new Marine Life Park at RWS from a Groupon deal.
Andy & I skipped Xmas shopping in town and instead brought my in-laws to RWS, armed with our two kids, huge bags and a pram.

Where: Resorts World Sentosa
Entry: we had the tickets for cheap together with meal vouchers, but I asked the staff and she told me normal adult tickets are priced at $29/pax. Children below 4 admit for free.


Adam was SO excited and behaved surprisingly well. He loves the ocean and anything water-themed.

Going out as a family is major operation. Can you see our bags (which took up half a seat), and our 2 children in our 7-seater?
We could fit everyone into my tiny white car, if we all arranged ourselves lying down and stacking on top of one another I guess.

Which way out Mummy??

First stop: lunch at the Malaysian Food Street where we used our meal vouchers. I love hawker food, oh flabby tummy!

My tame kids in their respective seats. But that's only because I threatened Adam that he would get lost and fed to the sharks if he ran around.

Andy & my in-laws had the Malacca chicken rice...

... while I shared Claypot rice with Adam. Have been craving for claypot rice for very long already. So happy to eat this, especially the slightly burnt rice at the bottom of the pot. Yum!

Apparently Singapore likes to be Number 1 in many things - we now have the world's largest Oceanarium at our doorsteps (give or take a 30-min drive).

My little botak darling trying to fit into the theme by wearing a Whale romper.



My oversized baby. He's gonna be 4 in a matter of months and I've given him his next birthday as a deadline for him to give up his bottle and night diaper. Good luck to me.



I was wearing a black blouse from Gap Kids with my pre-pregnancy Levis jeans.
Bag: Balenciaga in "raisin" color
Shoes: TODS purple ruched flats.
I kinda like Purple err thang!