It is 9.52am and I have been awake since 2.30am. Sash slept pretty soon after coming home from daycare at 5.30pm yesterday and woke up fresh as a daisy at 2.30am. I was able to persuade her to stay in bed until about 4.30 when her Daddy woke up, which she took as license to get up and play. We decided then that we might as well start the day so prepared our coffee, bagels and mangoes for breakfast. We had to keep reminding Sash that the sun was sleeping and it is dark so we could not go outside. She remained by the glass door licking the door while waiting for the sun to rise. So now in addition to having to pack for another trip I have to Windex the window.

She asked for chicken at 6.30am and a few minutes ago asked for pizza. Now, chicken I am prepared for, but pizza? I had to make do and toasted a piece of bread with cheese and spread some ketchup on top. She actually ate half of the rather dodgy concoction. She must be as tired as I am.

D is in the office grading some papers. Funny, I used to think that my exam results in Uni were mainly based on the amount of effort I put in, the hours of studying and regurgitating. I now realise that it very much depends on the grader, in that if he has a kid with jet lag at home, the person taking the exam is pretty much screwed.

MsJ, a fellow blogger and great friend has commented that I do not look preggers. For the record, that pic of D and I at the massage pavilion in the Andaman was taken pre-buffet breakfasts and bucket loads of local delicacies. Allow me to illustrate..



The picture above was taken on the day of our arrival....0 buffet breakfasts, 1 plate Cantonese style fried rice and ice cold water.



Fast forward to 3 buffet breakfasts, 2 Andaman burgers, 1 tepanyaki dinner, 2 6 course set dinners(lamb/norwegian salmon)at The Restaurant; 1 set meal at the Gulai House and copious amounts of carrot/apple and watermelon juices. This was taken at the Datai poolside while waiting for yet another set meal to commence 9we ran out of places to eat at our own resort). PD started kicking about that time...possibly to get the food out of the way. The kid was probably wondering what the hell happened to a bagel a day for breakfast...



Fast forward to 6 more buffet breakfasts (only a pregnant woman is able to pile on waffles next to hokkien style noodles and an omelette and get a smile a from other guests), 2 more Japanese dinners, A Thai feast, bucketfulls of nasi lemak (coconut rice with trimmings), and whatever Malaysian delicacy and voila..I am obviously and truly preggers...I am going on diet and hopefully by August I will lose at least 9 pounds..hahahahaha.

Hell on earth is being jet lagged. Hell in hell is having to entertain a jet lagged 2 year old while jet lagged.

We arrived home at 2.30 am, dumped our luggage and tried to sleep. Sash couldn't, so we couldn't. We gave up by 5.30am and had an early breakfast in the sunroom, looking out into our green and transformed garden. We still cannot believe that when we left there was a few feet of snow on the ground. The neighbours have been asking how Sash was during the long flights, especially the practically continuous KL-HK-Vancouver-TO leg back home. We told them she surpassed expectations. Well, if one expects ones kid to have an ear infection and scream all 20 hours that is. I believe when you have low expectations, it can only get better from point zero. No, seriously, she was pretty excellent during the flights. We only had to use the Dora DVDs in the middle of the HK-Vancouver leg, she ate some of the kiddie meal, slept alot, decorated her screen and seat belt with stickers that her Auntie Dora gave her, and did not puke once. Did I mention in my earlier posting that she puked twice on our way to HK from Vancouver and also in a taxi in HK (with it being 32 degrees, it was a special kind of nasty)? We took her off milk then...unfortunately, she has refused to drink milk since. Our section during the HK-Vancouver flight was filled with Aussies on holiday, and I think we were as apprehensive of them as they were of Sash. Upon landing those around us told us that she behaved beautifully, and if I wasn't so sleepy I would have extended them the same compliment. Again, I am kidding. I get sarcy-funny this way when I am seriously deprived of sleep. Sash's world has gone topsy turvy, hence our world follows suit. She is wide awake at night and really perks up at 3am. This morning, at 4.30 she declared her hunger and wanted chicken. D finally sent her to day care at 8am. It may be unfair to inflict a jet lagged Sash on J, but I need to get some sleep and get the laundry done because we have to pack for our next trip to Montreal and Quebec City on Wednesday. As usual we have left the travel arrangements far too late and it will cost a bomb to fly or take a train, so we will probably drive it. I hate long flights, but I detest long drives. The last time we took a road trip with Sash was when we were house hunting in TO and driving up from NY every other weekend. It was tough with an 11 month old then, it will be brutal with a 2 year old I imagine. Again, think bad thoughts, think bad thoughts.

Sash misses her Tot, Nenek, Puteh, Baby, Maya (Tot's 3 cats) and Auntie Dora..in that order..ok, to be brutally honest, she misses the cats and then Tot..sorry Tot (or Tok). At 11.30 to past Midnight, as I was seriously contemplating asking the docs for toddler appropriate sleeping pills, she was singing Jingle Bells and meowing over and over again, looking for Puteh in the basement.



I think we need a holiday after this holiday.

It is our last day in Andaman. I would say Langkawi but due to FIL's physical constraints, we have for the most been staying close to home. Not that I am complaining in any way as I have been here enough times to want to appreciate the resort life, and with the Canadian dollar being as high as it is, massages and mocktails don't seem horrifically expensive. I am a Malaysian who finds it shocking that a nasi lemak (rice cooked in coconut milk with condiments) can cost Ringgit 31 when I can get it for RM3 at normal outlets. D really enjoyed the Canopy Tour as he is now able to tell Sasha that he can do a "Diego". Diego is Dora's animal rescuer cousin who lives in the rain forest and swings from tree to tree occasionally. We figured I could have been able to undertake the tour if I wanted to, but since FIL wont even let me slide down the water slide (something about same reason I am not allowed to water ski, water in punani, premature labour...didnt want to ask for details), chances are he would have vetoed the abseiling and flying foxing across a gorge.

We miss Sasha terribly and have decided that there will be no more holidays without her. She is enjoying herself with her Tok, Nenek, Aunties Dora and ED, learning new Malay words and torturing the cats, and we figure she may be having more fun than us. Unfortunately we can only see her tomorrow afternoon as we have a presentation at the stock exchange tomorrow morning and it would be cruel to take her away from her comfortable surroundings just to stick her with an unfamiliar babysitter early the next morning (just as we do every time we travel for work). We have saved some origami from the 2 Japanese dinners we had as a present for her. She has enough T-shirts. Our eco guide tells us that there is a 2 meter resident monitor lizard living on the resort grounds. My mission today is to find it. Right after I have my last buffet breakfast..and lounge by the pool a bit.

It is raining heavily outside. I am in the room after having a rather heavy buffet breakfast with FIL and lounging by the poolside as he slept in his room. He was up the whole night with the runs so after taking a couple of tranquilizers (beauty of being an MD is that self medication is not frowned upon and you have access to cool pills) he has been in dreamland since breakfast. D is on a rainforest canopy tour, absailling down some tree I suppose. I am as expected not allowed to do such things due to my pregnancy. Yet another fun activity I have to refrain from...but I guess if the baby has to float in water without any outside stimulation for 9 months, I should not complain too much. I have just finished The Other Boleyn Girl. I have learned that it is best to read books that you dont mind losing or getting wet on holidays...disposable books. And this definitely was. I am however going to look for some more historically correct books on the subject as it has piqued my interest.

We had dinner the The Dining Room, Datai last night. We are running out of restaurants to try but the food so far has been exceptional. When FIL informed me of his runs, I initialy felt guilty, being official tour guide, host and all. But then after that split second, I figured he hasnt eaten anything I have cooked myself so his condition really isn't my fault. Still, I feel bad for him because I remember getting the runs in India and it is an experience I would not wish for my worst enemy.

I seem to be unable to download any pictures. I suppose there are drawbacks to Island living.

Pensionistas

I cannot believe it has been 10 days since we left TO. So much happening in the past 10 days that I am in that proverbial blogger conundrum...not having time to blog when there is just too much to blog about. I shall try my best to provide little excerpts...

Last night, we decided to have Tepanyaki dinner in the Andaman resort Japanese restaurant. When we were seated the 5 occupants of the other seats nodded politely and sipped their sake. We were not about to give up this opportunity to have a chat with people other than ourselves, so we set about asking questions. How did they decide on Langkawi as a holiday destination? Where are they from? The 3 women on our left, self described Pensionistas (love this new term), were from Germany and instead of the usual girls night out, they travel the world for weeks on end. One chatted with D about his favourite German city, while I had a discussion with another about our Indian experiences. The couple on our right were from Estonia and they chatted with D's dad about the Bolsheviks and the culture in Bali. Globalization at its best.

We arrived in Langkawi yesterday afternoon and D's dad (FIL)finds it difficult to reconcile the modernity and pace of Kuala Lumpur with the lush tropical rain forests and the pristine beaches surrounding Andaman resort. He has always found D to be the more travelled of all his kids, and I sense that he has taken pride in the fact that a kid from Winnipeg has chosen a unique lifestyle that involves moves across continents and, how shall I say this nicely, a distinctly exotic wife (ehm, ehm)...but I think now that he has visited Malaysia and Hong Kong with us, he sees D's travels and life from a whole new perspective, in that what he finds astonishing, D takes forgranted. He marvels at D's adaptability in situations and I suppose his worldly outlook. He has had a glimpse into our lives and commented that "this is a far cry from Winnipeg". I don't think he sees D as the baby of the family anymore.

During our plane ride from KL to Langkawi Island, there was a baby sitting with us in Business Class. And he cried most of the 55 minute flight. There were a quite a few irate passengers, who I guess, unlike us, paid good money to get away from that element. We on the other hand cashed in airmiles and had just left our 2 year old daughter with her doting grandparents for the duration of our week long holiday. We were just relieved to hear a baby cry, and it wasn't ours. It was kind of nice in a perverse sort of way to just sit back and sip our drinks...

D, FIL and I enjoyed a massage this afternoon. I had the pregnancy massage, which just means I was not able to have the aromatherapy oils, the post massage tonic and no squishing of tummy. D and FIL had the full on aromatheraphy massage. The spa is situated within the rain forest, and we were massaged while facing the Andaman Sea. Life doesn't get better than that. It was pricey but then when else will we all be back together in Langkawi to enjoy such an experience. One of my greatest regrets in life (and I do not have many) is not splurging on the hot air balloon ride over the fairy chimneys in Capadocia, Turkey, thinking that it was a bit to much for my budget at that time. My chances of going back there with 2 kids in tow are pretty slim now.

I have decided to rent a car and take FIL around the island tomorrow morning, take in the gondola ride up the mountain and have lunch at Bon Ton, my favourite restaurant. He thinks we should take a hotel limo because he is not overly confident with my driving abilities. Neither am I actually as I have not driven a car for 2 years...but then hey, I say this is part of the adventure. As long as I remember that the driver's side is closest to the line in the middle of the road we should be fine.


On the way back to Kuala Lumpur, we stopped in Hong Kong for a couple of days. We spent one day at Disneyland Hong Kong. Well, half a day as it is rather small....actually maybe even 4 hours. I liked Disneyland HK. It is probably an absolute waste of time for anyone over the age of 5 as there are hardly any rides that older children would enjoy, but as a parent of a two year old that recognizes Mickey Mouse only from the front of her diaper, it is perfect. The wait times for rides was 10 minutes, compared to 2 hours at North American Disneylands. It was less commercialised. But then this may be because Sash is too young to be an avid consumer so we did not buy her a single souvenir. Oh wait, we bought her a rain cover. Because it was drizzling at one point. It was dead easy to get there by MRT (underground transit) and at the Sunny Bay station, we boarded a special train which had Mickey shaped windows and other Mickey related decor. It was an interesting expeience. Been there, done that, did not have to buy the overpriced T-shirts.

When I am pregnant, I find the baby doesn't irritate me in the least. It is everyone else around me. Today, I am irritated with my obgyn and D. My obgyn for telling me to sleep on my side from here on as there is some sort of vein that connects to the placenta or something in there that effects blood supply to baby...whatever it is all I heard during the consult was "sleep on your side to ensure proper blood supply"...which I don't normally do as I sleep on my back. I know she is trying to help but I figure the baby should work with me on this and also move his position instead of me moving mine for the next few months. Seriously, if he wants more oxygen, work for it baby. D because he has taken it upon himself to remind me at least 3 times a night that the baby needs blood/oxygen...every time he wakes up to see what Sasha wants and any other time he wakes up himself and finds me on my back. To do this, he wakes me up and nags...ok, he reminds me of what obgyn said..but at 2.30am, it is irritating . At 3.30 am, it is a bloody nuisance. By 5.30am I just tell him to bugger off. But I change positions anyway...

The loot

This morning, I had Sash go around to her friends' houses and thank them for celebrating her party with her. She passed along (rather reluctantly I must add) a little loot bag which is not exactly filled with a bunch of loot, but a stuffed animal I bought at Ikea (I so love this shop now especially since we discovered one less than 15 minutes away) along with athank you card attached. As there were only 4 children at the party, I decided to make the cards myself instead of buying the pre-printed pack of 12 and chucking out 8 (like I did the invitations). The bags themselves are also adult friendly and can be reused for occasions other than child related. I admit, along with being too lazy to figure out what to stuff in the loot bags, I find that when Sash receives one of these I will always have to go through it to take out age inappropriate toys and candy, while she looks on screaming MINE MINE. I did not want to put my neighbours through that...especially after sugar infusing their kids last Saturday. Sugar is such a no-no here. It is, I think, thought of along the same vein as crack cocaine. Parents joke about being sugar nazis, but in a serious way.



I admit that I myself tend to limit it to weekends and special occasions but it is difficult because D and I dont only have a sweet tooth, we have the whole freakin set. He has to have something sweet for dessert after dinner, while I melt at the sight of Choc Choc Chip. So to balance our guilt (both ways for giving in and not giving in), we limit her intake to chocolates only on weekends, and only when she asks really really nicely. We do not reward her good behaviour with chocolates, but with stickers instead. She is not allowed candy or candy bars, only good, preferably dark 70% or milk chocolates. She is allowed only one cookie, but she can have as many crackers as she wants. She should consider herself lucky though because one of her friends at her party was allowed, for the first time ever, a chocolate cupcake with icing removed. She is not allowed ANY sugar at all. I think D would die if he didnt have any sweets in the house...

Spring is here at last

The weather today is just glorious, glorious, glorious at 15 degrees and extremely sunny. We have spent every moment possible outdoors, just going to the park, then walking along Yonge with the excuse of stocking up Sasha's summer clothes and the local nursery to buy trays of pansies. Sasha insisted on wearing her winter jacket, but also her sunglasses. And of course she had to carry Dini and her new bag of Mini Mr Potato men which she received as a birthday present. Met a couple of other neighbours at BabyGap/Nursery doing the exact same thing. While Sasha took her nap I planted the pansies in the 3 new planters we bought at Ikea last week. Our old planters burst from the accumulated snow and freezing temperatures..and of course our failure to ensure proper drainage. No danger of that happening this time because I used our drill to drill extra holes at the base of our new planters. At last, some colour to greet us when we get home..if they survive.



No sign of crocuses or tulips in our flower beds, and this may be because it is still too early, or the squirrels have dug up all the bulbs. Probably the latter. It is still pretty muddy out back, with the snow still melting. An excellent excuse to wear our very cheery wellies.



As I type this D is BBQing our dinner. Steak for us, chicken for Sasha. After dinner, we have to head out to the drugstore to stock up on diapers for the trip. Anything else I can get in KL, but I find the diapers there, albeit the same brand make, very different. They fit differently and they do not hold as much. Also need her Tylenol and cough mixture, just in case. Once we have packed for Sasha, we can start thinking about our own packing. I don't know about other families, but I find it surprising that someone who is 1/3 our size takes up 3 times our luggage space..combined. I just usually bung whatever I find into a suitcase and zip it up. Travelling with a 2 year old involves deciding on what she will wear to airport (warm layers, no jacket (too bulky) but not too warm as she will be in the taxi/train), which pyjamas she will wear on the plane (footed as she will be walking along), slippers (for walking in the lounge), spare clothing in case of pee leak and/or vomit (a set for every 5 hours of travel time), 1 diaper for every 2 hours on plane (not forgetting layover and potential delay time)...basically, double the amount, wipes, plastic bags to dispose of diapers and wipes, books, Dora DVDs, headphones for laptop, Dini (and now mini Mr Potato heads), snacks, spare bottles, sippy cup, pacifiers, pain killers (less than 100ml), pashmina to be used by either Sash or D as a blanket, socks and spare socks, flash cards, and other odds and ends, including spare clothing for D and I in event she pees/vomits on us (and this has happened). Items have to be divided between diaper bag and hand luggage, depending on accessibility. Lets not talk about her luggage, with clothing, ladybug night light, books, shoes, bottles, medication in quantities above 100ml, bath time necessities, sunblock, hats, swimsuits, and the list goes oooonnnn...I feel that it takes 2 weeks to prepare and pack for this 2 week trip...sigh. I should not complain though. We will soon be in the happiest place in China...

Sasha's Birthday Brunch

We have been getting Sasha ready for her party for the past few days, reminding her that she has to share her toys, and to play nice. We dressed her this morning in an outfit she received as a gift from Doug's Aunt and Uncle about a year ago. She loved the balloons and the decorations but was more interested in the confectionary tower. The brunch was quite a success, if I do say so myself (patting self on back). The adults enjoyed the fruits, waffles and breakfast sausages and more importantly the kids had fun just playing together. The cupcakes were a hit, especially since I forced the guests to take the leftovers home. If I am going to have a sugar infused kid at home, so are they! Sasha has had cupcakes 3 days in a row, so her annual quota of sugar has pretty much been achieved.





Sash really liked the Belgian chocolate animal lollipops that were stuck on each cupcake. I must add that I really liked them too.











Happy birthday our darling little angel!!

The thing about having an übersexual as a husband, is that he can sometimes be irritatingly sensitive. Admittedly, sometimes it comes in handy. I have not felt the baby kick at all, but D who now sleeps with his hand on my tummy (which is another rant-y post altogether), reassures me that PD is most active in the morning as he feels more kicks. As I still cannot differentiate my digestive movements from PDs, I usually get D to confirm whether he is still alive before I go to sleep. I had to ask the ultrasound technician to label and specifically point out parts we were checking as the whole screen was just a blur and a blob to me. D however could pick out the spine and the heart beating. D has so far asked me 5 times (I keep count of such irritations) how it feels like to be pregnant. He has mentioned many times that he wishes he could experience it, even for a day (and I often wish that he is the one pregnant too). He wants to know if I go around having that "Magical-glow-knowing-I-am-creating-life" feeling, if I feel, I don't know, stupendous or something. I am however the wrong person to ask such questions. I explained to him that I dont really feel any differently except for specific moments in time when I cannot bend over to tie my shoelaces, or when I find diffficulty in reaching over the sink to wash dishes. Other than that, nada. Well, I do feel fat if that makes him feel better. He will press on and ask if I feel the baby growing, and how that feels. By this time my irritation starts to show and I tell him that it pretty much feels like when you have poo build up to the size of a bowling ball for 9 months..but no pain involved. Other than that, I cannot explain it because I don't feel different. He then gets upset that I am not more poetic about my situation. I tell him that the poo analogy is about as poetic I will ever be. I really wish scientists would try to figure out how to get men pregnant already...just to save me others like me from such irritating questions. Funny, D will not ask what it feels like to pass said bowling ball out..I suppose sensitivity has its limits.

His sensitivity has reached new heights this evening as he was informed by Air Canada that his flight from Philly tonight has been cancelled and they have put him on a flight tomorrow morning..and if that flight isnt delayed he might just make her birthday brunch. If it is delayed, then he will miss her birthday party. He is freaking out because this might be the case. I am freaking out because I may have to entertain our guests on my own, and make waffles. Sash is freaking out because she has had 3 cupcakes (well, the icing) today. To calm ourselves down, we threw a ball to each other. She would throw it, I say thank you, she says you're welcome and it's my turn, I would throw it back, she would catch it, giggle hysterically, say thank you, I would say you're welcome, and this was repeated over and over again for 30 minutes. I gave her a bath, read 4 books and she fell asleep. I am going to turn in now and if all goes well, D will be back bright and early tomorrow...if not.....

Sasha turned 2 at 4.12pm this afternoon. I can't believe it has been 2 years since I first met her. 2 years of her many many firsts..her first bottle, her first spoonful of solid food, her first step, her first plane/train/gondola ride, her first word (which was Dada, dagnabbit) and her first sentence. Every day we see slight changes in her. She is more willful, yet this shows she is beginning to make choices. She throws tantrums, but this signals that she wants to communicate and is frustrated when she cannot get her point across. She is more manipulative, but this is a sign of maturity. This week she loves purple. She insists on wearing her purple trousers, her purple shirt and purple shoes. I took her shopping for shoes and after trying on the many pairs that I preferred, she chose a pair that she liked, which I am not too keen on. But hey, I choose my battles. She is showing empathy. She is concerned when her friends take a tumble and will go up to them and ask "Are you OK?" She can now climb and slide down the "big kids" slide all by herself. She is still not keen on the swings though. She is learning to recognise the alphabets and numbers. She is, all 36 3/4 inches and 25.14 pounds of her, a perfectly healthy, happy and well adjusted young lady. And for that I am ever so grateful.

She is also going to have a little brother. On the anniversary of her birth, we found out that the baby is a boy, he has 1 in 23,000 chance of having downs syndrome and 1 in 29,300 chance of having spinal issues (this is good apparently although I am still trying to determine if this is based on Canadian, North American or Worldwide data) so I will not have to undergo an amniocentesis, and that it is 20 weeks. We asked the ultrasound technician if she is positive about the sex, and she showed us this...



So yes, it is definitely going to be a boy. I had to ask if the size is normal as it doesnt seem to scale to me...seriously...dont you think that it may be a tad large? I mean I realize that the camera adds 10 pounds but I have this fear that PD may turn into King Kong Dong or the like...touch wood. But my ob/gyn says that it is a normal size...I dunno, but I guess I have to take her word for it. D has of course downloaded the scan on his blackberry and is telling everyone how research finds that children inherit the Mum's intelligence...and well, boys inherit other..ehm..traits from their fathers.

Other than opening a few cards and some DVDs we bought for her (more so for the long plane ride than her birthday), we are saving the celebrations for tomorrow and Saturday as D is away at a conference. She will be celebrating her birthday with her daycare friends tommorrow and her neighbourhood friends on Saturday. She will definitely have more fun this birthday than her last...dont they grow up so fast?

Sash finally met her pediatrician this afternoon. As per standard procedure, I was asked who referred the practice. I told the receptionist I Googled them. The doctor, DF, is probably 90 years old so he was very surprised that he can be found on the internet. He asked me how I settled on him specifically. I told him I found his name on a list of pediatricians on the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario website, he passed a criminal check and his office is 3 blocks away. As far as I am concerned, he is as good as any other in this socialist system. And I was right. He reassured me that in view of Sasha's maternal genes, she is not likely to be a huge eater. Give her vitamins and make sure she eats at least some meat for iron. She is still in the top 75% for height and so in view of the fact that she has presumably put on some weight since birth, she was given the all clear. He gave her Hepatitis A shots, and she didnt even cry....what a trooper. He asked about Malaria in Malaysia, and I reassured him that we were not about to go traipsing in the jungle. So no Malaria medication for her but she has to see DF again when she is home. My instinct tells me he's one of the good guys.