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21 weeks

Wait... What?  Earlier this month I went to the obgyn and he said that my pregnancy already entered 21 weeks. Weighing 600grams and he said the baby is 80% girl. Woohooo...  Ahh with all the packed activities everyday, juggling between my #terrifictwo toddler and my business.. Time shows no sign of slowing down.  I can't say my 2nd pregnancy is better than the first, cos it is worse indeed.  Vale is now 16kgs (yup very heavy I know) and I still carry him around. Especially when we're doing groceries or running errands at mall. Lil boy has his own imagination already. And in public places, he's such a mess. Mr D and I just had a heart attack when all of sudden Vale entered the elevator by himself and it was only matter of second before the door closed. How crazy is that. So we have to be fully focus on Vale.. Oh and don't even try to bring escalator subject to the picture. He always run around toward escalator everytime he saw one. And he hates it when we hold his hands.

when shit happens

On last Friday, I was approached by Vale's teacher, she said she wanted to have words with me. I was like, "ooh what now?"  At the end of class, I sat with her and she told things that actually have been haunting me for some time now. "Miss, some parents have complained to me about Vale's hitting behavior at class."  I muted for 5 seconds. I knew it was coming, but when it actually came, I just... Speechless I guess.  First of all, she asked me about how Vale behave outside school? How is he at home? Did I / anyone else have hit him so he copy the behavior?  Oh wow. I mean, those questions intimated me. I replied, "no one ever hit him, he's with me ALL the time. I don't use baby sitter. Vale never watches TV except the minions 1/2 hour per day. I don't have TV channels in my house." I even explained to her that I have a healthy marriage. Cos I think she wanted to be sure that Vale was raised in a happy home.  I was embarrassed. I don

Terrific two

Darling son celebrated his 2nd birthday on last August. I wish I could write more but it's been a hectic ride these past months..  When he entered 2 years old, wow i mean TWO.  My friends were like, beware of the "terrible two" phase. I read at some articles that the phase is kinda real. So i was preparing myself, but when it finally came.... Boy it hit me like a perfect storm.  Yes Vale is stubborn. He is tough, dominant, rough-player, headstrong, brave, and strong (you wouldn't believe what he can do with his tiny bod!) I don't like the word "terrible two" so I chose "terrific two" instead. And I'm completely the opposite. I am soft, spoiled, sensitive. Once I thought, I had this tough task. How to handle this little devil? I will write some of his antics here..  1. Words to live by everyday are : No pushing, no kicking, no hitting, no biting. He does that all the time. He's in pre school now, so he has a lot of "friends" a.

Marriage life so far...

We've been together for almost ten years before decided to get married. If someone asked what is the difference between the days when we were dating and today as husband and wife? Hmm I guess, none. Cos we used to be open about everything.. From our financial struggle to our silly dreams and even our family history. From our bad habits, our past, and weakness.. etc. So when we get married, we didn't experience the "new married couple" drama. I heard a lot about how man would act differently once they tied the knot. But no, we didn't experience it. We're all exactly the same, even better. I think that is one of many reason why our love stand through time.  But we did struggle in one major area though. I'm sure we all know about Love Language. Yup, those 5 love Languages.  Well well well, it come as a surprise that turn out, our love languages are completely different. And I implicitly applied "MY" preferred love language to my partner.  My choices

The irony

Just when you need that much needed support... I stumbled upon a page that shows this particular child seem couldn't have enough food to eat.  Just when my son refuse to eat for a millionth time, my friend bragged about how getting her kids to eat is as easy as walking in the park.  Bento? FAILED big time  New delicious menu? Major major FAIL New plate, new presentation? Also FAILED Shut up! Don't ever tell me I'm not trying. 

A day in life...

First of all, I can't believe this blog post has been in my draft folder for weeks!! Haha.. I'm sooo ibu-ibu right now, putting everyone's needs before mine, let alone this blogpost. But I'm gonna share it lahh.. It's over a month since my last post!  As the day went by, it's harder and harder to find time for myself.. Let alone to sit still & write. Writing is a luxury right now.. Let alone take a bath! Oh God how I miss taking a nice long bath without any intervention. Or the pounding feeling, scared if I left Vale to bath he'd do something dangerous. Yes lil guy can open any door! But he also liked to play by himself.. Anyway, hence on this post, I'll write a day in life of Intan hahaha.. Vale is now 18 months. (He's actually 19months now.. Oh long-abandoned-blogpost!) 06.00 Wake up. Vale is nursing (yup I'm still breastfeeding him). He usually go back to sleep for another half an hour. So I have time to check my socmed platforms regarding

Mr D

Approaching Mr.D's birthday, I thought I want to write a little bit about him..  Sometimes I was green with envy when I saw someone posted on her instagram a gift from her hubby. You know something like, "thanks hubby.. You know me really well" or "thanks for the surprise" or even "an early christmas gift". I'm talking about Chanel here LOL.  Well that's just me being human.. Cos as matter of fact, Mr D "never" splurge on me. Ever since we dated many years ago until we become one, he never give something I really like. He knows I'm a shoewhore, but he never give me one. He knows I'm a makeup addict, he never give me even one single lipstick. At first I was like, complaining. Deep in my heart. So many why oh why popping in my mind. But as we goes along the way, I started to understand his way of thinking.  So what did he give me?  He provides comfort. A house to live in, a big comfy bed to sleep everynight, a refrigerator that

But I will..

You won't remember the way I stood in the bathroom late that night in labor with you, fearfully and excitedly gazing up at the moon, knowing I was going to bring you into the world soon and whispering to you, "We can do this." You won't remember the way you looked at me right after you were born, or the way I pulled you up next to my heart and marveled "Hi, baby" in your ear. You won't remember the way you healed my broken spirit. The way you completed my heart. I was weak before I had you, and you made me whole again. You won't remember the way I proudly watched you everywhere we went, you were always the most beautiful boy in the room to me. You won't remember the way you made me laugh with all of the silly things you did. I saw how kind your heart was. You won't remember the way I would brush the hair off of your forehead and the way you'd look up at me. Without any words, our souls could touch and say everything to each other that wor