tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34133215135573489342024-03-13T22:16:58.430+08:00Mocha LattesHi, I'm liya. {Mocha Lattes} is born with the concept of a couple of friends sitting around and sharing their lives over coffee.
This blog revolves around my life, crafts, cooking, inspirations and family.
Its traces of me.. moments lived.. a journey shared.liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-72924244524641849672012-08-01T22:16:00.000+08:002012-08-01T22:16:05.516+08:00Holidays with a 1 1/2 year old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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Jellybean went on a holiday-conference trip with us recently and good-golly is she a chase?! </div>
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The lovely bunch in <i>Holiday Inn</i> gave us a great upgrade. So good - that Jellybean decided it would be her new home and she lurved staying in there, sitting on the sofa and closing the doors on us.</div>
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Exhibit A: <i>Oooh slippers!!!Why don't I get these at home?!</i> ...Note the holiday tummy she got from eating everything too!</div>
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Exhibit B: <i>Now you see me now you dont...</i><br />
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Exhibit C: <i>Look at the view mummy...</i><br />
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Exhibit D: <i>Ooh space mummy, space!! </i>Mind you, this was our second hotel stay which she hearted.<br />
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On occasions when she liked being out...we spent <i>alot</i> of times on cars. Car rides. <i>Alot</i>. Her photos were all in cars and the hotel. Very exciting. </div>
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...Or..she would be doing her exploring and we'd need to hunt her down.<br />
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...And for 2 weeks- we chased her. A great diet scheme I tell you.liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-57766754675688398152012-06-14T15:51:00.000+08:002012-06-14T15:51:02.324+08:00Cold Weather Dinners<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Perth has been having terrible stormy winter weather. Its cold, windy and gloomy. Such days conjure my tastebuds for warm soupy foods. Comfort food- and hot chicken soup has never been on my mind as much.</div>
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For days I'd been craving Chicken Pho. What could be nicer than hot soup, slurpy rice noodles dashed with fresh greens? <i>Nom-nom. [My daughter's vocab for 'eat']</i></div>
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Some recipe searching later, I decided the broth was a version combined from two recipes- <a href="http://steamykitchen.com/139-vietnamese-chicken-noodle-soup-pho-ga.html">here</a> and <a href="http://vietworldkitchen.typepad.com/blog/2007/06/chicken_pho_noo.html">here</a>. </div>
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I couldn't be more satisfied. Chicken pho served with Sriracha and oyster sauce. Bring on the warmth.- It was my food saviour and the bonus was, perfect food for my budding 1 1/2 year old. She loves soupy <i>hor fun</i>.</div>
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I'm ready to fight this bleh weather.</div>
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'Duan Wu Jie' is fast approaching- a day when rice dumplings adorn. The last time I made rice dumplings was most probably in my uni days. By making- I only mean 'wrapping' the odd few. My mum makes our family recipe pass down every year- and seriously, I should learn form her soon.<br />
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To be frank, I don't know if these are exactly Hakka dumplings or just the way my grandmother and her ancestors made them. They're the only ones I grew up with.<br />
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Mum's version includes glutinous rice with peanuts. Well, nowadays she also makes the non-peanut version- only because some of my siblings don't like nuts.<br />
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Grilled pork dosed with a l o t of garlic. Don't be alarmed though, it takes great in the dumpling.<br />
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I'm very biased. Despite all the versions out there, I still love my mum's version. Have a great 'dumpling day'.liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-12432531375976689482012-05-26T20:56:00.003+08:002012-05-26T20:56:45.058+08:00Dear Jellybean- May 2012Hi baby,<br />
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You're such a toddler now that you're walking everywhere. You do things that make me question how I should react as a parent.<br />
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Somewhere along the line, you must of noticed grandma, grandpa, mimi, baba and other guests left their kitchen slippers along this area. So one evening, you decided your shoe belonged there too- and sure enough, you brought each one along and placed it with the others. I found it funny and quite honestly, stunned by your ability to 'group' things. However, they were your dirty shoes that belonged outside.<br />
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Do I tell you dirty shoes belong outside? Or acknowledge you did something 'wow' in my mind? I chose to acknowledge it was your shoe... and left it.<br />
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Then one morning, you decided the Grecian off-the-shoulder was a good look for you. It was a cold autumn morning but I commend you on your braveness to pass comfort for fashion.<br />
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Mind you, you have also mastered taking off your pants and find it entertaining. I'm not commenting on that. At all. Daddy will deal with you.<br />
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Mummy's also given you a new fashion sense- here you are donning your 'spring onion' hair style. The very one grandma gave me when I was a kid. Its forever trendy I tell you. Really.<br />
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Ok, I'm just having second thoughts about cutting your hair again- so this is the transition stage.<br />
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You love being outdoors- and the weather has been perfect for you to be out in the garden everyday and at parks on the weekend. Here you are, telling daddy you MUST go on <i>that</i> slide. The one you probably went down four hundred and fifty seven times. Nearly.<br />
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Ahhh...and your beloved bittergourd. You've learnt this is 'Ku ah' - as you are yet to pronounce 'Ku Guah' properly in chinese. Every afternoon, you will chant 'ku ah ku ah ku ah' in the garden, pick the bittergourd with grandma or mimi and walk around with it like it's gold.<br />
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Problem is, you like baby ones. Probably cos they fit your tiny hand that bit better. But baby, they aren't ripe yet.<br />
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Oh..you also love putting on your giraffe- it looks like you're going on a school excursion and makes me laugh. But I let you get away with it cos it's great for photos.<br />
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xoxo<br />
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On mother's day, I was presented with this...<br />
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Yes. My own husband asked me to make a card for myself. So I charged him. Fair? <i>H</i> was also quite chum he found a cheap florist. Details he needed to share with me. [<i>We do have such a loving and understanding relationship don't we?!</i>] I give him full credit for applying the stickers on the envelope.<br />
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He reasoned I'm glee when I make stuff. Uh huh. So, second mother's day and we've already resorted to me, making my own card. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. You tell me. I'm quite sure <i>H</i> is waiting for the day where he can ask<i> Jellybean</i> to draw something.<br />
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<i>H</i>, if you're reading. You still owe me money.<br />
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On a more serious note, we had a lovely celebration. The night before we were out with my parents, my sister and her inlaws, <i>H</i> took me to breakfast and I prepared a steamboat dinner that night for my family.<br />
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Hope you had a good one too.liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-61315141883041396562012-05-14T23:20:00.000+08:002012-05-14T23:20:19.594+08:00Mimi's Day 2012 (Part 1)Hope you had a lovely mother's day! Jellybean calls me 'mimi'. To be precise- it's always 'meeee-mi'. Hence, this post name.<br />
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At the end of last year, I started <a href="http://www.partybaby.com.au/">Partybaby</a>. For those who don't know, I design invites, decor and other party stuff. Before Partybaby, I designed a few wedding invites, basic logos and made cards. Throughout all these years, I never got such a unique order as this one:-<br />
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This client showed up a day before mother's day and was very precise on what he wanted. He requested a unique mother's day card, specified the wordings and even chose his papers-colour scheme for me to work with. While I was designing his card, he was anxiously waiting just next to me- which made me VERY nervous.<br />
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I wondered whether he'd like the end product. Usually, customers with special details are more specific with their designs. Making handmade cards for such customers are...well....risky. Because of his urgent request, there wasn't much time to brain storm, nor really do a draft of the design. I knew it was a do-and-go project, one with no changing, no going back. I was just simply- screwed if it went wrong.<br />
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He was a nice man though, he asked for a quotation and agreed on the spot- despite the higher fee. He was quiet throughout the hour, just observing though not intruding- which made me <i>more</i> nervous.<br />
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...stay tuned....liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-86009222248709431592012-05-08T21:24:00.000+08:002012-05-08T21:24:06.433+08:00Of Late<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I bribe my kid. Serious. It's bad, I know, but I do it.<br />
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You see, <i>Jellybean</i> has started to walk- sometimes by herself, sometimes falling all over the place and sometimes wanting us to walk with her. When we take her out, she chooses the later. So if you've ever been stalled by kid traffic- I apologise profusely as my bub does it too.<br />
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So sometimes, just to make a sit a little while before she leads us somewhere else, we buy her a food or drink. Her favourite is juice. Watermelon juice. Smoothies. Boost. Babycinos- where she only eats the froth.<br />
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Come weekends when we want a small coffee break, we have our drink and she has hers. Bad habit- cos one day, it's gonna bite me back. I know it. She will whinge for some sort of food and throw a tantrum to make me buy it. I can see it already.<br />
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But meanwhile, just to give us that 5 minutes of non-chasing time. We bribe.liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-70409534794693208012012-05-02T22:43:00.000+08:002012-05-02T22:46:11.108+08:00Our First Family Road TripI was reading back on old posts and realised how much I miss blogging. It also made me realise why I started blogging in the first place- to pen (well, type) down snippets of my life. ..so here I am, letting you know about our first road trip- with Jellybean.<br />
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These photos don't do justice to how much we enjoyed it. They don't even document many of the places we went to. It just registers a brief description of our trip.<br />
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It was basically a 3 days 2 nights getaway to Margaret river with one of my bestie and her family- The Chongs. They were such great company!- It was <i>H</i>'s first ever real road trip in Australia and <i>The C's</i> were not only great guides but really accommodating- making sure <i>H</i> got to see, taste and experience the highlights of Margaret River and things 'Down South'. We wouldn't of done the trip any differently-<i>thank you! </i><br />
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Margaret River is well known as a wine region and a surfers paradise in Western Australia. With thanks to the tourism industry, it now also boasts some gourmet eats and annual events. I personally love it for its cooler weather and lushy greenery (as compared to other Australian counterparts). Using Bussell Highway, it's around a 3 hour trip away from Perth.<br />
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We used around 5 1/2 hours to get there- stopping in between Bunbury and Busselton for meals and breaks- mainly to accommodate our little bubs- getting their tooshies off the car seats and letting them wriggle a bit.<br />
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I love watching <i>H</i> and <i>Jellybean </i>play- it just makes me go all warm and fuzzy inside. <i>Naww. H</i> has been away for a tremendous amount of time for the past few weeks and this break really just let them bond. I also missed the mass blues and vast greens- <i>*deep breath in* *exhale*.</i></div>
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Could this be any more Australian?! <i>H</i>'s first Margaret River wineyard stop- the first of many many....at Voyager Estate.<br />
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One of my favourite photos ...of their backsides. Yes, I perve, but I think it's cute. More importantly, I like seeing <i>Jellybean</i> being piggybacked.<br />
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Isn't this a nice stop? Geez I forgot the wineyard's name- someone remind me!! All I remember is that Mrs C. told me they had awesome toilets- which they did...oh! Lauren!!!!!....thats it! And just between you and me, I took photos of the toilet, but I shan't degress from the main objectives of this trip.<br />
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Another sight I loved watching. Jellybean and Miss C just frolicking in the open greens. Coincidentally, we brought similar outfits for our girls to the trip!<br />
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..And this is truly one shot I love of <i>H</i> and <i>Jellybean</i>- at Yallingup...I don't know why. They both weren't smiling...but it makes me want to go on a road trip already.<br />
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Holiday encore...anyone?!liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-72791063089099570872012-04-08T22:22:00.005+08:002012-04-08T22:22:47.034+08:00Happy Easter 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Jellybean</i>'s at that stage of character independance- she shows what she likes and more importantly doesn't like. She will gesture me to do things, mumble alot of words and understands easy instructions. Yet, she can also be terribly clingy- resulting in the absence of doing my other housewifely chores. </div>
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I love the way she wakes me up in the morning- in a good mood- she will take strands of hair away from my face and smile when I open my eyes- in a cheeky mood- she will just stick her little chubba fingers in my nose and laugh. Grose and annoying! Sometimes I purposely fall back asleep, to which she'll crawl near my face and yell, then grasp one of my fingers, tug it and yell 'GOGOGO!!!'- to which she means she want's to get out of the room. </div>
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Another mother's 'aww' moment- when she finally started playing with her push-pull along toys. [Though in this pic she's really using her ride along as a push-along!] <i>Jellybean </i>finally has enough courage to play and push these toys without any assistance from me. If she's somehow jammed the toy against something..she'll also yell 'GOGOGO!' as if to instruct it. So here she is, pushing her pig and holding her plum.</div>
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I also believe <i>H</i>'s heart warms everytime he knows his little girl misses him. She'll hand me my mobile and say 'Baba'. If I don't call, she'll whinge and sometimes have a pout. If I do and we Facetime, she'll give him a wide grin and offer him her most prized possession- her stinky cloth. After which, she fails to be amused and goes elsewhere. -Atleast it lasted for a few seconds right?!</div>
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- And why am I writing all this? So I can remember it in times to come.xoxo I love you child.</div>liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-84168822590793031112012-03-04T00:27:00.000+08:002012-03-04T00:27:01.005+08:00Jellybean conquers the world...not really<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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Of late, <i>Jellybean</i> is so bored of me, of the house, of her toys. So bored, she finds her amusements elsewhere. She turns boxes into her personalised furniture and eats twigs and nuts from our backyard. I sound like such a hippie mum- letting her go <i>au naturel</i> and be fine with it- but in truth, I've learnt that with her personality, if I let her try it out once, she won't do it again. Hence in the long run, I find it's safer for her and I just have to be cool with it.</div>
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So this was one of her amusements of the day. She found a shoe box, appropriately labelled and decided it was her couch, her vehicle and abode for the day. She thought it was funny, I was pleasantly surprised and we both started laughing. I love how playful she can be right now. </div>
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In the midst of her boredom, I take her out for neighbourhood walks where we discovered a new sand pit at the nearby school. She was all 'princessy' about it in the very beginning- lifting her feet up away from the sand, not daring to move a inch and didn't warm up to the idea despite her new 'sand toys'. Today however, she found the joy in the great outdoors and began spilling sand everywhere! By that, I mean in her clothes, over her back, in her hair..nappy... </div>
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So today I made myself a nice Vietnamese Chicken Baguette- something I've yearned to try ever since I got this month's issue of Donna Hay. By golly, I loved the lemongrass, galangal...ginger..daikon ....everything.<br />
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..And I gave Jellybean this- bread and cheese- something which she regularly eats. Today, just for novelty's sake, I even shaped it- ships, trains,..cars and all. She's going through a 'brrooommm brrrooom' stage, very un-ladylike, but it doesn't bother me- not now.<br />
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This year, our family reunion was held in Perth. Previously, my mum would slave for days as the New Year approached- so this year, we thought we'd organise a semi-potluck - each sibling cooked! Though I must say, I could feel my parents tense up as the meal got closer- it was always a feast...and this year, it was all beyond their control! But hey mum, we didn't do that bad.<br />
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My 'Luo Han Zai' in the making...this is basically a vegetarian dish that is cooked with fermented tofu. A part of this dish has to be left, to be eaten for breakfast the next morning- the 'New Year'. Chinese auspiciously believe that certain dishes have to be left-over to signify the year before was an abundance and thus, in the coming year we still have aplenty. </div>
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My sister's first attempt at Steamed Lotus Leaf Chicken- which tasted pretty good!<br />
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My Abalone + Mushroom dish...don't ask me why, but my mother always cooks this for the eve of Chinese New Year and I just followed. Towards the rear is my Sis's inlaws scrumptious Roast pork!<br />
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My Steamed Fish- also auspiciously believed to be 'good' indication theres an abundance every year.<br />
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LOU AH! FATTT AH!<br />
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A very belated Gong Xi Fa Chai to you!liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-38009818782028477262012-02-07T14:56:00.006+08:002012-02-07T14:56:39.187+08:00Jellybean's ONE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jellybean turned one just before Christmas. In all honesty, because we were overseas and had a short stint in our Malaysia home, I wanted to be all chilled and not bother with anything. I just wanted a family meal, cut the cake and go home kinda thing- sorry bubba. She's too young to really play with anyone, hasn't met most the people there and truly, won't understand what the hype is all about. I thought I could happily drag it until maybe she's 3 to have a party.<br />
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But then, friends and family started asking, lucky bubba got presents, people wanted to meet her...and we got guilty. So guilty we hyped it up and she got spoilt with three celebrations. -Though I'm only responsible for one.<br />
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Her first party can be seen <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.296868690356740.72377.279641955412747&type=3">here</a>. It was a yellow bee themed birthday inspired by her lunch bag.<br />
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<i>Jellybean</i> was chilled about the whole day, while <i>H</i> and I got totally busy. We we're pretty happy with that, because essentially, it was for her- we wanted her to have a ball. She slept right until guests arrived, mingled with other babies (and got really mad at them for playing with her toys..hmm), ate a chicken drumstick, didn't realise what the <i>hoo-haa</i> was about when everyone sang- and then continued playing some more.<br />
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<i>Now little one, grow up nice and strong- forever with you xoxo Mummy & Daddy</i>liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-24602606056341877662012-01-29T23:34:00.002+08:002012-01-29T23:34:58.492+08:00Happy 2012!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy New Year! And just incase you're wondering, no no and no! This isn't a new ultrasound. It was <i>Jellybaby</i> when she was a wee little bub in my tums. And guess what? She's ONE now. Precisely 13 months. But...AHHH....I'm so behind on everything! Which incidentally means blogging about her birthday might as well be when she's two.<br />
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Over December, we had a great holiday in Malaysia and Singapore. After that, Chinese New Year caught up, I got busy with <a href="http://www.partybaby.com.au/">Partybaby</a> and now, everything is still clashing in. <i>Jellybaby</i> is more active than EVER and eats <i>everything</i> and <i>anything</i>- much to my parents amusement. She stands and crawls and tugs on my legs when she wants a cuddle. Her vocab has extended to her necessities in life- Mama (mum), Baba (dad), Gong-Gong (grandpa), Mum-mum (eat), Nen-Nen (milk), ah-bu (her stinky cloth for bedtime) and anything else she babbles and points with her chubby little fingers.<br />
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In this new year, I need to be more organised. Bring it on!liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-40635179367426031632011-11-22T13:30:00.001+08:002011-11-22T13:53:21.094+08:00What's occupied meJellybean and <a href="http://www.partybaby.com.au/">Partybaby</a>.<br />
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In the past few weeks, I had another baby. <a href="http://www.partybaby.com.au/">Partybaby</a>. Though I didn't have to go through nine months of pregnancy or nurse this little newborn, it has taken up any moments my <i>real</i> baby does not occupy.<br />
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Currently, Partybaby has a range of custom partyware and soon, some kitchenwares. In brief, you choose and place a order for a design you like, I receive the order and customise the invitation and partyware with your details. Then you can print it or even email it at your convenience.<br />
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So..lets say Molly's turning two, you give me your details and you'd get this...<br />
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<br />liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-22236529175382603652011-11-14T14:03:00.000+08:002011-11-14T14:03:46.903+08:00H's THREE O!H and my birthdate is exactly one week apart. So, a week later..we had more celebrations. I had this big plan- at the stroke of midnight, I'd appear with a candle on his cake to surprise him. Later that day I would surprise him by driving him to lunch and his present. But...err.. it didn't quite work that way. All of us fell sick a few days beforehand- I had spent the previous nights holding Jellybean to sleep as she had a bad fever..and the rest is history. So by the time it was H's actual birthday, we were all pretty tired and just wanted good rest.<br />
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At the stroke of midnight, all weary eyed and just minutes after putting bub in her cot, I presented H with his ice cream cake. He blew the candle, didn't even cut the cake..and we went to sleep. Yes, pretty anti-climax aren't we.<br />
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But I do have to stress I made a cake. Despite it being a no-bake, just combine an freeze..I made it k. I made it! ...With a sick hubby, sick baby and viral me! ...Here's presenting a Connoissseur ice cream cake dolloped with Lindt chocolate and berries.<br />
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Oh..I did present my hubby with a card and present too. It was all aeroplane themed this year..in conjunction with his birthday present.<br />
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Another take on a easy 3D card. Told you I had a thing for these. Again, pretty good effort for a ill-feeling family k. Please clap. [I'm very encouraging aren't I?]<br />
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Lunch was spent in <i>Nobu</i>. Superb. A post about this another time but here's a peek to get your taste buds going...<br />
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Even Jellybean wanted to steal some!<br />
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And here it was- his first flight ever and he delayed it. Ahem.<br />
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He loved it...totally loved it! Yesss!!<br />
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And err...saving the best for last- we ate cheap takeout that night and went to bed. I'm a good wife aren't I?<br />
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<i>Hope you had a lovely day love... </i>liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-40120473920663556302011-10-31T22:45:00.000+08:002011-10-31T22:45:00.550+08:00THE Three OThirty is the new twenty. Yah hah! Ok, I made that up. But it really should be the case. <div>
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We dined at <a href="http://www.tonyromas-mms.com/en/index.php?q=home">Tony Romas</a>. Incidentally, I ate there for last year's birthday too- but with my siblings.<br />
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Totally unrelated- but down the street were the several tributes to Mr Jobs.<br />
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A few years back I wrote <a href="http://mochalattes.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-mr-jobs.html">a letter to Mr Jobs</a>. All I can say that is- today, I own a iPhone, iPad and a Macbook. Well done!<br />
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Ps. <i>H</i>, where's my card?! I'm still waiting!?!</div>liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-47515677658568054342011-10-29T21:06:00.000+08:002011-10-29T21:06:05.672+08:00Dear Jellybean- October 2011Hey bub,<br />
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The last few weeks have felt like months!<br />
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Just before you turned exactly nine months, you got your first two beamers- yes, your two front lower teeth.<br />
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You <i>were</i> restless, whingy and in constant need of company.<br />
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Then, just two weeks ago, you fell sick for the very first time. You had a virus which has turned nasty- into a chest infection. Boo. So, you haven't been quite you.<br />
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You <i>are</i> restless, whingy and in constant need of company.<br />
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In summary, you've been a whingy, grumpy baby for the last month or so. Not nice. With the slight glimpse of better health, you do sneak in your cheekiness...your smile. And your smile melts our hearts. It lets you get away with things and makes your parents forget your two-hour crying sessions and all things alike.<br />
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If you get better now, we will buy you a new toy.<br />
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Just kidding. We aren't suppose to bribe you like that.<br />
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...Do get better.<br />
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Congratulations cousin.</div>liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-15886809639698791332011-10-07T21:17:00.000+08:002011-10-07T21:17:29.044+08:00Fashion Problem SolvingJellybean is currently undergoing a fashion crisis. I'm serious!<br />
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I love rompers on babies- they're easy for nappy changes, I don't need to think about all the mix and match stuff and they're very practical. However, Jellybean's currently at a age where dressing in a romper looks like her mum left her in in her pjs. And, we can't have you all thinking that can we?...You get me right? Ok, maybe you don't understand my crisis, but I insist.<br />
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Oh! In also have another issue; I hate how after my bub wears a onesie paired with pants, her tummy becomes segregated. Is it just Jellybean?! It's a big issue for at-home mums k? I have nothing else to think about but her tummy looking segregated.<br />
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And how about dresses for Jellybean you say? Well, I have this other ongoing issue about non-walking babies with dresses- it rides up when you carry them, then their nappy shows, then it rides further until their belly button shows and the next thing you know their whole chest is exposed. Ok, maybe not the latter, but you get the picture.<br />
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So a few months ago, I had this special liking for turning onesies into dresses- ala lazy mum way.<br />
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I took a onesie and some left over material, and combined it to make a skirt-onesie.<br />
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I was so relieved I solved my bub's fashion crisis. I'm currently hired to solve all her problems you see.<br />
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So here's bub, playing in her onesie dress. You might also notice my toes on the bottom right- but hey, I got a photo. [You have to excuse my poor photos as of late, getting a camera out seems like a daunting task when a fidgety baby is around.]liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-89587554906130197272011-09-09T00:18:00.001+08:002011-09-09T00:19:09.847+08:00Just Mousse Thanks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'll be honest. I had intended to present a grand Chocolate Mousse Cake to <i>H</i>. Soft, rich cake with decadent moouse ..just heavenly.<br />
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It didn't turn out that way [at all!]. So I presented him chocolate mousse instead, <i>Lindt Chocolate Mousse</i> to be exact- it makes me feel that little bit better. Unlike the cake, it turned out great.</div>
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<i>200g Lindt Dessert 70% Cocoa Specialty Cooking Chocolate</i></div>
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Say, you get a bit bored and search for things to do with bub...<br />
Say, you start dressing bub up in a funny tutu you made her a few weeks ago...<br />
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Say, you whip up the camera to give her a little photoshoot...<br />
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Say, you get carried away and even change venues and place her in the garden...<br />
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And say, you see her eat grass. Click. Click.<br />
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Then you go <i>Oh Sh*t! She's not suppose to eat grass.</i><br />
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You say...am I a bad mother? Or just a bit slow?liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-77299483988596837522011-08-21T13:57:00.000+08:002011-08-21T13:57:54.446+08:00Dear Jellybean-August 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwGfpk-0on4/TkVRfucXkZI/AAAAAAAABoE/5SaFPzXCREg/s1600/photo-15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwGfpk-0on4/TkVRfucXkZI/AAAAAAAABoE/5SaFPzXCREg/s640/photo-15.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Babbaaa-boo!<br />
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Mummy's loving your vocab right now. Besides spitting on everyone and dribbling on everything else, its kinda cute.<br />
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<i>Note: Just thought you ought to know, in the middle of writing this post at 12:30 in the morning, you've woken up, started babbling to your dummy, stuffed cloth in your mouth and wasted 120ml of milk. Just for your information</i>.<br />
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Mama's also got a confession to make. You know how for many months, you had separation anxiety? <i>Wherever Mama goes I go too?! </i>Well, now its kind of reversed. And for the sake of blaming- I blame it on Baba.<br />
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You see, a few weeks ago, Baba started going outstation for work. During that time, you were going through a burst of suddenly cries in the middle of the night, so Mama put you on the big bed. From then on, we slept on big bed, you slept well which ofcourse meant Mama slept well and ah, the rest is history.<br />
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So now, Mama loves you on the big bed. I love seeing you fall asleep, watching you dream with your little snores. It's quite adorable. Come morning, you'll wake me up by patting my face, sticking you wee little fingers into my mouth, pinch my nose, make all sorts of weird and wonderful noises and last but not least, pull my hair. It's annoyingly cute- must be mother's love!<br />
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Between you and me, I'm tempted to kick Baba out of the big bed when he comes back. It's his fault that this started anyway.<br />
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<i>Ps. Cheeky Bum, Mama is loving this phase you're going through- no crying, good sleeping, very playful and always smiley (to me anyway). Pls pls pls stay that way. I'm already missing my tiny baby.</i><br />
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Love you lots xoxo<br />
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I've learnt to do things fast, or wait until i have a<i> Jelly-sitter</i>: H or my parents. <br />
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Im starting to wonder if I'm normal. Cos come night time I'm usually exhausted. Entertaining and looking after Jellybean is one tiring job. Whoever thought playing with a 7 month old can take up that much energy?! Or maybe I'm just plain unhealthy.<br />
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This brings me to my next point: 'me' time. In my exhaustion, I will also crave 'me' time. Which in the last few months, meant watching cooking shows. It makes me feel like I haven't lost contact with the rest of the world or that I'm living on Planet Zombie. It makes me feel somewhat 'normal', or maybe more aptly, sane.<br />
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My Kitchen Rules and Masterchef have so far dominated my housewife life. What's not to love? Food and good looking blokes! <br />
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So come Good Food and Wine Show...guess who went beserk over Manu? ...oh Maaaaanuuuu!! He's tall, handsome and can cook. Luckily H understood the qualities he's lacking, and happily obliged to<br />
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D) hear his wife go on and on a out how Manu's so charmingly handsome, smells good and said her name with a sexy French accent. <br />
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Uh huh, it's hard being my husband. liyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13255890971900743923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3413321513557348934.post-4017716374924858242011-06-26T22:40:00.000+08:002011-06-26T22:40:06.633+08:00Dear Jellybean-June 2011 + Mama's first shoe attemptOh Bubba!<br />
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The time has come again.<br />
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You're officially a yelling, kicking, grabbing, laughing, smacking, salivating... huggable six month Jellybean now. Time has sure flown by! Whatever happened to my little pocket sized baby?!<br />
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Just a few days ago, Mama made you a brand new pair of shoes. Pink felt shoes. Papa thought it was <s>hysterical</s> so cute he wanted a pair too. Really. Its Mama's first attempt, so don't be too critical here.<br />
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If you absolutely can't tell and need to ask me in the near future, my dear, its a rabbit and a carrot. Why does Mama insist on giving you such a <s>weird</s> unique dress sense? Because I think its cute. And I might as well dress you in whatever I like now 'coz you wont let me do that later on!<br />
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