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I received a phonecall from Cavan's teacher last Friday as I was travelling home from work. I got an initial scare.

Me: "Hello?"
Ms Gracie: (sounding unsure) "Is this Mrs Yee, erm, Cavan's mother?"
Me: (growing suspicious) "Yes?"
Ms Gracie: (sounding secretive) "Mrs Yee, actually I'm calling you regarding Cavan..."
Me: (Oh dear, what has my son done) "Yyyyes?"
Ms Gracie: "Actually, I just wanted to tell you that today during school...(Oh please, hurry and tell me what's going on)... that I put a present in Cavan's bag.
Me: (relieved) "Oh..." (I wasn't sure how to respond)
Ms Gracie: "Because today, we had a police officer... (Police officer? What happened? Sounds serious!)... who gave a talk in school."
Me: "Okay..." (Still waiting for more clues)
Ms Gracie: "And later there was a quiz at the end of talk."
Me: "Okay..." (Still waiting for more clues)
Ms Gracie: "Cavan volunteered to go up and answer the police officer's question. I thought that was very brave of him, so I decided to give him a little present after that."

What a relief! I thought what happened.

So it happened that the police officer was having a little quiz that was opened to K1 & K2 kids. N1 & N2 kids weren't really asked questions as they were too young and might not know how to answer or they might be fearful to go to the front. (Cavan is in N1)

However, Cavan went up to Ms Gracie and indicated that he would like to go up and answer the officer's question. So when the officer asked for a volunteer, Cavan raised his hand.

According to Ms Gracie, Cavan did not display any fear when standing in front of the assembly and in front of the officer. When the police officer asked Cavan a series of questions, Cavan was very attentive and looked at the officer when the questions were posed. He was able to answer the officer's questions.

Ms Gracie commented that she was very impressed with Cavan on his courage, that he dared to volunteer, not knowing what questions would be asked, and that he was able to pay attention to the officer. She marvelled that this was quite rare for a child his age hence wanted to commend him.

I felt so pleased with Cavan. Both Clement and I were so proud of him.

When we reached home, Cavan did not mention about this incident at all till we probed him. He repeated the questions asked and his replies to us. He was as pleased as punch over the whole incident.

Later, he said that when he wanted to be a policeman. But even later, he changed his mind and said he wanted to be a soldier because he can shoot people. Wherever he got this notion from?

Anyway, this was a pleasant news to us. Ms Gracie can get some award for storytelling, for creating fear and suspense.

I recently read a quote "Food was my mom's way of pampering us". This quote succinctly described exactly how I felt and caused my eyes to well. Yes, not only that, I told my friend. Mom's cooking is also about the memories it leaves behind. Memories of childhood. Memories of tradition. And I felt it most strongly this year.

Due to my mom's poor health, she was not able to cook much this CNY. She lost her sense of taste and could not eat properly (ulcers on her mouth and tongue, and water in her lungs) due to her chemo treatments. She actually forgoed having reunion dinner at home cos she was totally not in the mood to prepare and cook. That was very unlike her. She was a very tough woman and nothing could replace such traditions. This year, she had to "surrender" as her condition really pulled her down. 

Maybe it's age. I started getting very nostalgic about CNY.

Missed seeing my parents squat over the charcoal stove, making and rolling love letters, and smelling the fragrance as it filled the corridor.

Missed seeing them kneading dough and making egg cakes with moulds that churned out delicious goldfish-shaped and seashell-shaped cakes.

Missed visiting together the wet market during late nights the week before CNY to elbow the crowd, choosing best of seafood, meat and greens.

Missed the smell and taste of fried nian gao on the 1st day of CNY.

It's always the case where you'll start to treasure the things when they are absent. Things you were almost sure to happen everyday, every year. From this episode, I know I can't take them for granted anymore. I relish every moment, every dish my mom is able to prepare for us now.

Yes, mom's cooking is about the memories it leaves behind. I thank my mom for the lovely memories. And I treasure every moment we have right now.

This year, we decided to spend V-Day with Cavan. We wanted to devote one-to-one time with him. When Verity was around, he was big brother enough to give most of the attention to her without complaining. So for today's outing, no Verity. He was so happy and told his baby sis, "Bye Verity, we're going out! See you later!" with a smug face.

Even though he might not understand what is V-Day (and we didn't mention anything about it), he was sure in a loving mood today! Usually he was already sweet and dovey, but today's dosage was doubled! He kept telling us, "I love you, daddy and mummy!" and kept wanting to hold both our hands as we walked. Even when we were seated in the car or restaurant, he would put his arm around us and gave us a tight squeeze. We simply soaked in his saccharin sweetness.

Happy Valentine, our dear son! We love you too! Sooooo much!

I'd never have thought that I would go this far to still breastfeed Verity (no pun intended). When my boss asked if I wanted to go to Japan for a week-long study mission, she was also concerned cos she knew I was still breastfeeding Verity. Well, I said yes after thinking through. And since I was going there, I thought might as well extend my trip and have a hol. Clem couldn't take leave so I asked Brenda, my all-time travel kaki.

It was only after I started planning that I realised what a huge "project" it would be to still continue to breastfeed Verity. I thought of pumping and dumping while I was there but it suddenly it dawned upon me that Brenda was coming back 1st after one week. So I asked if she was willing to help transport BM back. She agreed. A great pal, she is.

So I started to read up on pumping, packing, transporting and customs regulation. Really got very stressed with all these. Got help and advice from Multiply's Breastfeeding Moms group. With all the info ready, I felt more prepared (although still stressed) about the "project".

Brought styrofoam cooler boxes, reusable dry ice, milk bags, sterilising tablets, rafia strings etc. Had to double the contents since we were sending them back in 2 batches. Even brought along an English-Jap dictionary in case I needed to do some explaining either at the airport or hotel.

During the flight, I pumped in the toilet while everyone was napping to avoid hogging the toilet. And dumped.

After 6.5 hours of flight, I felt full and had to endure another 2 hours of transfer. Brenda and Ruth waited for me for almost 3-4 hours at the airport as theirs was an earlier flight.

Upon reaching the hotel, I had to settle the "adminstration" first. Meaning, needed to check how to store and what resources were available.

I was so glad to see an ice pail in the fridge. This meant there was an ice dispenser somewhere and I went looking for it. It was just along the corridor. So convenient.

After pumping, I kept the milk bag in the pail of ice, washed and sterilised the equipment. I called the front desk to check how I could have access to the freezer. The fridge in the room wasn't cold enough. I found out that I only needed to bring the contents to the front desk and they would keep in the freezer for me.

With all these settled, I felt more at ease and was able to enjoy the rest of the trip.

So began my daily routine. Morning, woke up to express. Deposited the the night before's and morning's product to the front desk. Had to emphasise freezing and immediately. I was given a puzzled look initially but a couple of them recognised me days after.

Twice during the day, I would manually squeeze in public toilets. These would go down the toilet bowls.

With a doubt, this routine was insufficient compared to that I had back home, plus having Verity drain me out throughout the night. The volume had reduced by half by the time 6 days had passed. But definitely better than nothing.

Soon one week's passed and Brenda and Ruth were leaving. Brenda left a corner of her luggage empty just for the box. After packing in the dry ice and milk bags, I attached a note detailing instructions for Clem. I sealed the box carefully and prayed that all would be well. Clem would fetch Brenda from the airport to collect the BM. Haha, sounded like some kind of illegal transaction.

In the afternoon, I received an sms from Brenda. When she was checking in the luggage, the scanner detected dry ice and the officers requested her to open the luggage. Brenda had to explain it was milk for baby and had to claim it was hers. If she had mentioned that it belonged to someone else, they would have demanded she opened the box. So thankful for her smartness. In the end, they poked a few holes in my box.

That night at 3 am, received Brenda's sms that the collection was successful. Heard from Clem also that the milk was still frozen and undestroyed. Now, to wait a few more days for the next news: that Verity was still alright after drinking the milk which meant there was no contamination. I thanked God for the smooth operation.

For the rest of the week, performed the same routine. Had to sleep late and wake up very early (5+am, which was Singapore's 4+am) to express as the group would depart early for the visits to corporations. My supply was running terribly low. Had no choice but to manually express. By the end of 2 days, my breasts were bruised and the skin had come off due to the excessive rubbing and squeezing. But had to carry on. I couldn't just stop there!

Soon it was time to go back home and I collected all my products. To my horror, the staff mistakenly placed one of my milk in the fridge instead of the freezer! In the fridge, it would only be good for 8 days and 6 days had passed.

I showed my very pissed look and refused to leave the counter. The staff apologised profusely but it was not his fault. After I had satisfactorily registered my fury, I left but couldn't helping thinking how that staff had wasted all my efforts even it were 2 packs. Might need to dump those 2 packs if they had turned bad.

Thank God, check-in at airport was smooth. Everything went well all the way home. Felt so assured seeing my bags of milk in the freezer.

Hope I had not been too pre-occupied with BM. Clem said I was too stressed over breastfeeding Verity and encouraged me saying that everyday is considered a bonus so don't get too stressed.

I try not to, but I don't belong to the "New Zealand" species where these mothers get pails of milk with little effort (ok, I'm exaggerating). They run like taps. Me? More like a leaking tap. Only drip, drip, drip. So you can imagine how worse it had become during that 2 weeks.

Now that I'm back, the next mission is to restore my former glory - having more milk so as to fully BF Verity again.

With many prayers and fenugreek supplements.

26 December 2007
Occasional rain (17-20 Deg C)

The weather seemed great in the morning so we planned to go to Shenkeng, the (smelly) tofu street. We needed to transfer train then transfer bus. I'm not exactly sure which bus but the travel guide was very helpful. Also, at every station, there was info on where the nearest places of interest were and how to get there. So after getting the bus info, we went to the bus stop.

After confirming with the bus driver, we hopped onto the bus. Cavan was asleep on the stroller so Clem lugged the whole stroller onto the bus. There was an electronic signboard on the bus indicating the location at every stop, so I kept a lookout to make sure we didn't miss our stop.

After about 10 min, the bus suddenly swerved into what looked like an abandoned garage. The bus driver told us to get down. I looked around the ulu place and it didn't look like what I expected. But we had to get down as this was the so-called bus terminal. I asked the driver where Shenkeng was and he randomly pointed at a direction.

So we got down and headed toward where he pointed. Clem asked me whether we were near. I seriously had no idea! Just walk, and ask for direction. But the place was so ulu, we didn't know whether there would be anyone to ask. Anyway, I was sure that we'd smell Shenkeng.

Soon it began to drizzle so we took shelter at a restaurant that appeared out of nowhere. After putting on the rain shield on the stroller (Cavan still blissfully asleep) and wrapping Verity up, we ventured out again in the rain.

In 5 mins' we began to see people, then tour buses, the we SMELT it! We found the place! Yippee! First on the agenda- lunch!

After a sumptous meal, we explored the street. There were so many titbit stalls in this small street! Rice cakes, malt candy with sesame, sesame rice balls, freshly made peanut and almond candy, preserved fruit and foods, tofu ice cream and smelly tofu! We were overwhelmed by the selection!

The smelly tofu was a must-try. It smelt bad but tasted good! The Taiwanese smelly tofu was smeared with some salty-sweet sauce and came with preserved veg. They were absolutely delicious! I had one everyday during my previous trip.

For the night, we decided to go to Raohe Night Market which was around 10 min walk from our hotel.

Raohe Night Market was teeming with different kinds of xiao chi. Pepper buns (which were meat buns with gyoza skin), chou chou guo (smelly pot- something like smelly tofu steamboat), mutton soup, Taiwanese-style roti prata. This place also had shops selling cheap clothes, shoes, cute stationery etc. I bought lots of socks here for the kids and a scarf.

Got to watch the time. Alas, too late. Verity was fidgeting before it became a full-blown cry. To take the short cut back, we could cut through the train station. The train attendant at the entrance heard her and asked if I wanted to breastfeed her. They had nursing rooms available at the station. I politely refused since we were so near our hotel. But to get to the other side, we needed to buy a ticket. The train attendant looked so apologetic. The pass-through ticket was so cheap (I think 60 cents) so we got them and went through a special gate cos we had a screaming baby.

Same routine. Rushed into the hotel. Receptionist passed us the key at the lift. Got into the hotel room. Fed. Finished. Happy. Took photo.

27 December 2007
Fair weather (15 Deg C)

Our target today was Ximending, the hip and young shopping district. Plenty of funky shops here. Yeah, and loud music too. Managed to buy shoes and a gold cardholder for myself. Clem got himself a bag for his laptop.

Couldn't help but indulge in Mr Donut. Their donuts were fantastic! Not too sweet and the doughnut had a nice chewy texture. So yummy. We got assorted minis and Cavan was fighting with me over the strawberry flavoured one. Nowadays, he was into pink and strawberry flavoured stuff. Hmph! Whatever happened to children-love-chocolate norm?

That afternoon, something happened that almost made me faint. Today being our last 2nd day, we thought we'd exchange another $100-$200 worth of NT$. We went to the bank. They did not accept S$ (surprisingly given there were many Singaporean tourists) so we used the ATM. Only certain ATM could dish out S$ so we had to go further ahead to another bank's ATM.

After Clem withdrew the money, he paused for awhile and told me blankly that he suspected he withdrew too much. How much? Well, S$1000 worth. WHAT??!! I couldn't believe my ears. We would only be here for another day and you drew out that much? Why? You are going to buy a house here issit?

Seemed that he miscalculated... Ok... suddenly I felt liberated to spend. Let's go shopping! And we went across to Far Eastern Department Store.

I deposited Clem and the kids at the basement, bought him a coffee and steamed carrot cake, and went off in my shopping spree.

The imported stuff here were cheaper. Le SportSac, Nine West... I got a Nine West bag and a cardholder. At 30% some more! Almost tempted to buy boots and clothes but restrained myself.

Went back to collect Clem and kids for dinner. Went to Bearded Zhang (Hu2xu1 Zhang1 near Houshnpi MRT) for dinner. Really popular place. We were initially not very hungry so was modest in our order. But the food was good so we ordered more. Cavan also enjoyed every morsel of his rice.

Went back to Wufenpu for more shopping. Got cheap wollen overcoat at S$50+. What a steal. Back home, they cost S$200+!

Also, managed to satisfy Clem's longing- mango ice. Said that if he didn't have this, wouldn't feel like he'd been to Taiwan. A S$2 bowl was 3 times bigger than the ice kacang back home. Guess the happiest person was Cavan who was given permission to indulge in these cold treats almost everyday.

28 December 2007
Fair weather (19 Deg C)

We only had till 3pm to go around before the airport transfer. Went to Taipei 101. Got down at City Hall station where a free shuttle service was provided. We figured we'd walk there instead. The brisk walk took us 15 min.

We had lunch there, as Taipei 101 had the biggest foodcourt. The selection was overwhelming and the portion was humongous.

We only had little time and headed back to the hotel. Soon it was time to say good bye to Taipei. It was really a friendly place with very polite people (I wonder why the politicians seemed less civilised, always see them breaking out in fights during parliament).

Taipei was also super baby-friendly, with nursing rooms even at MRT stations. And the blue seats on the MRT- they were reserved for diabled, elderly, preggies and those with children. These seats were almost always empty. Even if they were occupied, the passenger would offer me the seat the instant I entered the train. So unlike the culture in Singapore!

While waiting at the airport, dear Cavan was doing the very touristy thing. He explored all the signboards and decor and asked excitedly, "Mummy, come and take picture for me!" before posing next to whatever.

25 December 2007
Fair weather (17 Deg C)

The weather was great, so we planned to go to Danshui, a sea-side town. The Metro ride took around 30min and we were there.

Wanted an iconic photo but Starbucks snatched all the attention. Talk about globalisation!

This little town is full of small shops and pasar malam stalls by the sea side. There is also the "Lovers' Bridge" which we didn't walk through. Visitors can take the ferry to the other side, the Fishermen Wharf, where Meteor Garden was filmed. For us, we just hung out at Jhong Jheng St and ate all sorts of munchies.

Clem and I loved free and easy trips. We were able to explore freely, take public transport, eat at small eateries and not rush through our activities. Especially more this time, cos with 2 kids, we preferred more flexibility.

When hearing that it was going to be cold and rainy in Taipei, my Assistant CEO's PA Vivian bought Verity a woolly pink shroud with matching hat, a purple sweater and a romper (she did the same when Cavan went to Korea in 2006). Aunt Judy also bought Verity a sweater.

Verity was quite cranky in the days leading up to the trip. Suspected teething. We found that she would forget to cry in the midst of her crankiness or hunger when there was a program on TV. So I borrowed Tze Wei's DVD player just in case she got cranky during the 4-hour flight (Jetstar does not have in-flight entertainment).

23 December 2007
Fair weather (17 deg C)

Thankfully, the kids were well behaved. Verity fell asleep before we took off. She woke up later to play a while before I nursed her for the remaining 2.5 hours (no kidding!).

Cavan was occupied with play-doh, a timely Christmas present from Aunt Yo, Uncle Bernard and Bernice.

We didn't make any prior airport transfer arrangements so we thought we'd get a cab. Someone came along and offered to take us to Wan Tai where we stayed at NT$1,200 (S$57). We agreed. On hindsight, we were so trusting! Lesson: Better make arrangements next time with a reliable provider.

The travelling time between C.K.S Airport to Songshan area was around 40-45 min.The driver couldn't find the hotel initially. Not surprising why cos when we got there, we found that it was not a stand-alone building but was part of a building, tucked in next to a convenience store.

Nevertheless, the service was good and the room was very spacious with clean toilets.

After check-in, we quickly went down to grab a bite. The good thing about the hotel was its location. Very near eateries, next to a 24-hour convenience store, in front of Wufenpu (a wholesale clothes and accessories market), 10 min walk to Raohe Night Market and 10-min walk to nearest metro station.

Ordered stewed meat rice for Clem and Cavan. Got gong wan soup (something like fishball but more chewy and delicous) and yi-mian for myself.

Cavan was taking a long time to feed and Verity was hungry by then. The young female boss asked if I brought Verity's milk out. Well, yes, the milk's in me. I forgot to bring my feeding shawl out. The boss was full of sympathy for Verity. (We later noticed that Taiwanese loved babies and Verity attracted all sorts of attention.)

We decided to pack Cavan's half eaten dinner and feed him at the hotel. After feeding the 2 kiddos, we explored Wufenpu at around 9.30pm, which was usually open till quite late.

We retired at around 11pm. The 4 of us squeezing (horizontally) into a queen-sized bed. Surprisingly, we still managed to get a good sleep. I guess we weren't the sort to toss and turn in our sleep. Except for Verity, whom I had to adjust her position throughout the night. Oh well, had to feed her at night anyway.

24 December 2007
Rainy (15 Deg C)

We made plans to go indoors when there was rain and venture out for occasional rain or fair weather. Today was expected to be rainy so we decided to go the Children's Museum of Taipei.

Buffet breakfast by the hotel consisted of rice, porridge and condiments. Our kind of food so we ignored the toast and others.

Had to find our way to the Metro station in the rainy weather. For the 1st few days, we travelled to Yong Chun station. Later we found that Houshanpi station was even nearer.

Cavan was put on the stroller with a rain shield. Verity was wrapped up in her sweater. Thanks to Evan's baby carrier, Verity was happy to snuggle against our body. She was so happy, she could look around as she wished and slept as she wished. We were also hands-free and that left us plenty of hands for shopping and eating. Happy baby, happy parents.

Only the Taiwanese weren't used to the idea. Is that how we carry babies in Singapore? Would Verity's crotch area be uncomfortable? Would her legs be deformed? Suddenly I felt like a bad parent. But that was how angmohs carry their kids, what. At most, we carry her when she sleeps lor.

We got down at the next station, City Hall station. We grabbed a bite cos it was Verity's feeding time. We tried to coordinate our meal times. Had zhajiangmian, beef noodles, egg tofu soup and steamed meat dumplings.

Walked around 10 mins and looked for Eslite, a 7-storey high bookstore. Children's Museum of Taipei was housed there. I was so impressed by Eslite! So many interesting books, mags, stationery and gifts! The children's section was even more elaborate, with painting lessons and craft sessions as well.

Paid NT$300 for Cavan and NT$200 each for us to get into the Children's Museum of Taipei. It wasn't really a museum, more of a theme land for kids to learn about science, geography, life skills through their hands.

Cavan enjoyed it thoroughly. There were so many things to explore and play!

We had dinner at the swanky foodcourt while Cavan napped. Clem and I shared this huge bowl of beef hotpot for NT$100.

I also indulged in Black as Chocolate's Dark Chocolate ice cream. It was very bittersweet but absolutely yummscious. The ice cream came in a gift box so pretty and cleverly designed. Before the ice cream was eaten, it was blackout. After we finished it, the bottom of the box wrote "Lights on". So funny!

It was Christmas Eve and there were performances at the Children's Dept by a church group so we stayed on to watch. They were distributing sweets and cookies to the shoppers to publicise the performance.

At the same time, took a few pics with the Christmas light up.

Made a final dash back to the hotel for Verity's next feed and packed dinner for Cavan. Couldn't believe we spent the whole day at Eslite! Pray that tomorrow's weather would be great!

Good night!

I have previously blogged about choosing a maid. By the grace of God, He has provided a good maid for us. Nancy, a 36-year-old Filipina, was a transfer maid. She had only worked for a family for a month. Agency cited that the employer's ah ma didn't like her face (too fierce looking) hence returned her. Other than that, Nancy had worked for a family, taking care of 3 children from 2005-2007.

I noticed her when we were going through the biodata at the agency. She was the one who poured drinks for customers, arranged the chairs and even tended to Cavan when we talked to the staff. I casually asked about her and found out that she was a transfer maid. There had been advice not to take in a transfer maid, as there must be some reason the maid was rejected. Going against the grain, I took her. Afterall, she had served one employer for two years. Surely she couldn't be that bad.

My life was changed by her entrance. What I meant was beside having the household load off our shoulders, I found my perspective of life has also changed.

Funnily, the 1st question I asked myself was, how can we better her life? Many employers here viewed their maids as, well, maids. I saw her as a person under my custody. That I am also a steward. God had entrusted her life to us during this time she serves us. How do we take good care of her?

My parents also shared the same sentiments as me although we did not make it explicit. For my parents, who are non-Christians, their kindness towards her stemmed largely from their compassion towards those more disadvantaged. We'd usually let her eat before we do. I was glad Nancy was also taken good care of while we were at work.

There was one particular church service where we prayed for children. Usually, my first thoughts would hinge around my own kids. But at that service, I could only think of Nancy's 2 daughters (probably aged 6 & 9). I prayed for their safety and for God's providence to be upon them. And for Nancy to have a peace of mind while she works here. It must be difficult for family to be separated for such an extended period.

With her around, I found that my relationship with Clem, my parents and my in-laws improved tremendously. With Clem, I no longer needed to nag him to do this and that. We also had more time with our kids.

With my parents, we have more time to talk over dinner. In the past, my parents would be busy with washing and cleaning whenever we went for dinner. Now we can sit down and chat and chat.

Likewise for my in-laws. We have more time chatting and catching up with one another as we go over for dinner during weekends. And my father-in-law refused to let Nancy do any chores in his house when she offered to wash the dishes. He viewed her as a guest. So cute.

Indeed, I thank God for such an able helper. She was always ahead of me, without needing me to instruct her. When I noticed that it was raining and asked her to bring the clothes in, she already did. When I asked her to prepare Cavan's water bottle before going out, it was already in the bag. She observed the way I did things and the kind of preparation I had and would follow accordingly, without being told to. I was spared of the mental and emotional stress that most employers have.

This week, we would be gone for a holiday, leaving her behind with my parents. I'm usually not the sentimental sort but somehow, I feel sad leaving her here. I'm sure she would miss our kids too. As I was packing for the trip, she tried to help and I could sense her sadness about our absence.

As much as my initial refusal to regard her as family, I have no qualms to say that now, she is part of us.

Nancy carrying Verity

Ah Gu Collin asked mummy months ago whether I could be the page boy for his wedding. Before mummy could answer, ah ma and ah gong screamed "Yes!"

My, my. The whole family was so busy on 16 Dec. Ah ma followed Ah Gu Collin playing the traditional role of an aunt to bring the suckling pig and what-nots to the bride's house in the wee hours. Ah Gu Stanley chauffeured the ah yis. Daddy and mummy were emcees for the dinner. Almost the whole family was mobilised! Only Verity had the luxury of sleeping, drinking milk and being entertained in the hustle and bustle. Not fair!

Everything went pretty well and I was happily throwing the rose petals in the floor when suddenly I heard "Pop! Pop!" I panicked. Was there a terrorist attack? No, there were the aunties popping the party poppers! I hate loud noises and began crying at the top of my voice! Grandaunt Judy panicked cos I stopped walking and thus the wedding couple could not carry on. Daddy and Mummy, on stage, were wondering why there was a delay mid-way.

Grandaunt cleverly distracted me by popping M&M's into my mouth while goading me to walk on. I managed to multi-task: crying while eating M&M's while walking while throwing rose petals on the floor. Daddy and Mummy were the most amused when they saw this scene but had to act unaffected and carry on the emceeing. I'm sure Ah Gu Collin and his bride were NOT amused.

Would I want to play this role again? I don't mind. Throwing things on the floor was fun and I don't get to do it often without being scolded. And it was great to be accompanied by a pretty gal. Just don't pop anything loud ok?

"It's so happening out there! I can only lie here and watch. Hmph!"

Mummy, can you get me a nicer suit next time? I look like a waiter here!

A last minute rehearsal with June Ah Yi guiding Jie Jie Melody and I

The dinner was taking too long to start! Daddy saved the day by feeding us cakes.

Grandaunt Judy and Grandunc Eric watched over Verity while Daddy and Mummy were on stage.

I'm stoning already

Getting ready for the act

Boy am I famished! Feasting on sharkfins soup over my rice

The yam seng was too loud!

After a night's work

We're going to Taipei, dragging along the brood and all. Well, if it's meant to be a vacation, why are we bringing along Verity? Cavan is no problem - tried and tested - fuss-free both as a travelling baby and toddler. Now, to bring 2 kids... we're really asking for it.

The reasons are simple: 1st, I'm still breastfeeding her. It sounds like less hassle to bring her along to offload the milk than to pump and pump before and during the trip. If I have to pump and store milk during the trip, then what vacation am I having? Direct feeding is easier.

2nd, her doting father decided that she should come along as well. She's now our family and if Cavan is coming on a trip with us, she should be in the family trip as well. Right. Like she's going to be permanently emotionally scarred for being left out of the family trip.

So the decision was made. We're all going during the expensive Christmas to New Year period. Clem is currently studying at Command and Staff College and he can't take leave till end next year. This is the only window for a trip. At the same time, I've been so busy since I returned from maternity leave. Felt like I've done 2 months' worth of work in that one month. And I needed a break desperately. So we're paying premium to getaway.

Everything was done last minute (yea, I sort of like this kind of thrill). We're not going on a tour cos if I have to breastfeed every now and then, the programme's up by the time I finish feeding. Booked Jetstar budget flights and found that they were more expensive than normal flight. Will lose $$ if cancel. Have not been successful in getting hotels cos mostly were fully booked. Fortunately, managed to get one with much sourcing and prayers. We're not very savvy bookers and tend to do everything last minute, so always ended up spending more than needed.

Oh, and one more thing. Verity doesn't have a passport yet and Cavan needs to update his passport photo.

Other than that, we just need to pack for the trip and plan the itinerary. This is going to be twice the prep we did for last year's Korea trip. Maybe 3 times more.

All said, we're really looking forward to the adventure!

I called to check weather forecast the night before and it forecasted showers with thunder in the late morning. I lost heart too when we saw dark clouds in the morning but Clem told me that he and Cavan prayed for great weather, so have faith!

Thank God the weather was SUNNY!

Prepared my fav picnic food- cold somen salad

All ready for the sun!

No tan, no return!

Baking in the sun   **************  

We weren't very great fans of nature and we wouldn't have thought of going to the Botanic Gardens. Cavan's PG had organised an outing to the Jacobs Ballas Children's Garden but unwilling to part with $12 (yes, we cheapo parents), we thought we'd go there on our own instead. Incidentally, there was a children's carnival so we joined in the crowd.

 

Needless to say, children need experiential activities so there were plenty to engage them.

Learning about food making process

Storytelling

Walking across the suspension bridge  
Matching the parts of the fruit  
Pumping water

Little gardener


No! Daddy's shoes are not plants!

Unfortunately, the good weather did not last long. Thank God we made our escape before the heavy downpour. We decided to go to Mad Jack for lunch since we'd pass by the place. It was surprisingly a nice, quiet place for a lazy afternoon. Kid-friendly too, with storybooks for kids. Staff were froendly too.

Clem had a rib-eye steak ($11.90) that was not too bad. I ordered grilled fish with cream sauce ($7.90) and the generous and juicy portions came with a huge cup of yummy mash potatoes. Cavan and Nancy (our maid) had fish and chicken baked rice ($6.90).

When our coffee came, it looked unimpressively thin but we were surprised by its good taste. I'm usually quite picky about coffee and this passed the test. However, we were quite disappointed with the banana cake and walnut cake. They were a tad too dry. We would prefer something more moist. And the banana cake had a sticky substance (maybe bananas?).

Think we'll try other desserts the next time. I'm curious about its Banana Craze and Wild Boy (Freshly made banana crumble topped w/ ice cream & caramel sauce). Hmmm... why am I going bananas over bananas? 

Reading while waiting for our food

Drinking daddy's coffee using the milk tin

The food was good!