Pre Sugar High

The weather was glorious yesterday. Brisk but ever so sunny. We took our daily walk..


It took a bit longer than usual with Sash stopping to play with her friends



But finish the walk we did. We got home in time to get her dressed in her costume and ready to hand out the treats



Of course we caught her red handed trying to sample the goodies.



There are candy wrappers all over the house. Not good as my sister in law will be arriving with her daughter for a weekend visit in a couple of hours. Have to figure out what to have for dinner, clean the house and make the beds. Well I guess another York Patty will give the much needed energy boost. Sasha wishes everyone Happy Halloween...now on to Christmas!

Friendship...

Recieved one of these email lists and loved it...

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying "Damn we fucked up.but that shit was fun!"
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."
FAKE FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out.
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for a while.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

My real friends, you know who you are. I love you!!!

P/S: I am on my 5th glass of wine....I love you guys...hic

Hollows Eve

We spent ages carving the pumpkins last night. Doug, having more experience with this sort of thing of course carved a more elaborate pumpkin. I must say I like our Pumpkin Family this year.



Sash is ever so concerned that her baby pumpkin is left outside in the cold. We caught her this morning trying to bring it back inside...

The Sherwood ravine

As I type this, it is raining cats and dogs. Bad news, I cannot run my errands. Good news, I have time to download some pictures taken over the weekend and update this blog.

Every day since we have been here, we take a walk on the nature trail in Sherwood Park. Sometimes twice a day. Yesterday I decided to take along a camera to share with you the beauty of our Fall.

The start of the nature trail.

Sasha loves the trail...



and we love that she loves it...

I hope this rain stops soon..I feel like going for a walk.

Home at last

Dini is home safe and sound. It was a rough night, but it could have been worse. Doug went to retrieve Dini at 8am this morning. Sash clung to him for dear life and has not let go since. We even took him for our afternoon walk, something we have never done before.

It is Doug's birthday tomorrow. I have Sasha's present hidden away to be opened at dinner tomorrow. We thought of going out but I think it will be fun having a nice relaxing dinner at home. I will set the table, bung some lamb chops in the oven with some potatoes, toss a tomato and mozarella basil salad, stick a fire-hazard amount of candles on a nice blueberry pie, and open a bottle of champers. That way we get to have a nice dinner and Sash can run around free. On Friday, when Sash is at day care we plan on catching a movie matinee. Before that we need to get to the shops to get lights and decorations for Halloween, candy, top soil and mulch to prepare our garden for winter and plant the bulbs before the frost. All this before the weekend...wow.

Dini

This is Dini. He has been Sasha's companion, safety blanket and pillow since she was a wee babe. He completes her. We left him at day care this evening. We discovered this disastrous oversight just as we were trying to put her to bed. She has been turning the house upside down looking for him. We are in for a loooooooong night...sigh. I have just ordered a back-up a few minutes ago so this will never happen again. The last time we misplaced Dini it was in Toronto airport a year ago. We had the Airport authorities Fed Ex him to us at substantial cost..we could have bought 8 Dinis for what it cost us. This time we will pay in sleep hours. Come to think of it, I think I will order a few more after this so all she has to do is reach out and she will find one...reminds me of when she was a baby and I used to scatter a whole bunch of pacifiers in her crib so all she had to do to when one dropped out of her mouth was to reach for another. Dini, we miss you.

It is getting colder and we have started the furnace to heat the house, we have started wearing sweaters and jackets and packed away the shorts. On to a new season. Sash is now in day care the full 3 days a week. The novelty has worn off and she now realises that when we dress her as soon as she wakes up it is DAYCAREDAY. She cries, she pleads as we drop her off. Doug practically cries with her. Last Friday when we both picked her up she was on the slides with J, the day care owner. She saw us and we realised she was torn between rushing to us or to continue sliding. She chose to slide. We knew then that she would be fine, eventually. I am a great believer of forcing her to accept certain things, be they the good fortune she has in life or the many hard knocks to come. I think the band-aid should be ripped off quickly and efficiently. Doug is a great believer of creating a fairytale childhood for Sasha. He will leave the band-aid on and hope it will dissolve on its own. Therefore, 3 days a week we both try to get out of sending her to day care, Doug because he cannot bear to hear his dot plead to stay with him, me because I cannot stand crying..period.

Our good friends from our old neighbourhood crossed the border for a visit. Although Toronto is only a 7 hour drive, with 2 kids and dog, that drive will only be made by very good friends. We were initially worried that compared to what they are used to, our house would seem cramped and uncomfortable, and we wanted them to be comfortable. We were reminded however during the course of the visit that good friends visit friends, and the surroundings are somewhat secondary. So 4 adults, 3 children and a dog enjoyed visiting with each other, and didn't fight once over the one full bath. We took in the sights, the museums and nature without resorting to the use of a car. We took the subway, we took the ferry and we walked everywhere. Made us appreciate Toronto even more.

On the eve of the Eid, I called my family who were getting ready for the ritual visit to an aunt's house for raya morning nasi dagang. Mum asked me what I was doing for Raya. I told her I was going to the dentist for a clean, then cooking a vegan meal for some friends. She was not impressed by the lack of celebration and did not hesitate to voice her concern that Sash would not be able to understand her culture if I did not make an effort. I of course explained that I do not have any relatives here, nor do I have any Melayu friends who would appreciate a bit of smushed rice and Brahim rendang. And no, I was not about to go around looking for Malaysian students to accost and drag back to my house...I would have freaked out if some woman did this to me in Uni, especially the wife of a professor..I mean seriously, as a student I had invested too much effort to avoid classes that to voluntarily socialise with a member of staff would have been traumatic to my alcohol soaked system. However, while I always act that whatever my Mum says comes in one ear and out every other orifice, I do take note. And so, the next day we took Sash round the block to buy her a new outfit, (embroidered lined jeans, shirt and sweater) and a new toy (wooden truck with assorted shapes to be shoved through shape sized holes). Of course we wanted her to wear her new outfit. Of course it had to be the day that she decided she wanted to walk around naked and refused to even wear her diapers. So we cranked up the heat and let her play with her truck buck naked. Doug says that she must have realised that Eid had something to do with rebirth...

First day

Sash started Day Care this morning, at 8.30 am. She wanted to wear heelsbut we persuaded her to wear more practical shoes. She did not stay the full day seeing as how it is her first day and all, but she was there for a couple of hours. We stayed at home, worrying about her reaction to the abandonment. We figured she would be crying, screaming her head off at the door of the day care, wanting to get out, to look for us. We experienced the empty nest syndrome. At 11am Doug went to pick her up. The day care is about 600 metres down the street. I had to stay home as our neighbour's Mum came by. She had locked herself, and her granddaughter, out of the house and she needed to call her son-in-law and/or daughter to find out if they had any extra keys hanging about. Sash came home rather vexed. According to J, who runs the day care, she did not cry and to her amusement, spent the whole morning trying to impress a boy. It was rather obvious that she liked this boy as she was stroking his hair and laying her head on his tummy. We decided to send her to day care to get her socialised, to help her overcome her shyness and to help her learn how to play. It is either the 2 hours were extremely productive or we have a little coquette in the making. Needless to say we are no longer worried about her ability to socialise...with boys at least.

The months fly by, the days are endless..

My brother-in-law is coming in on Tuesday. Sash and I are meeting him at the Art Gallery of Ontario to check out the Medieval and Renaissance Treasures from the Victoria and Albert Museum, more specifically Leonardo Da Vincci's Codex Fortster I. It is rather embarassing that I have to wait for my brother in law to spur me into actually taking advantage of what this city has to offer. Next week we will have lived in Toronto for 2 months, and I have to say that I have hardly ventured outside this neighbourhood. Sash and I have been so wrapped up in falling into some semblance of a routine that we have done just that...fallen into a routine. Must do more, must do more.

In preparation for her starting day care, I have signed her up for a few classes to get her "socialised". She unfortunately has that only child syndrome where she does not like to share..never mind her own toys, she doesn't even share other children's toys. Yup, my daughter..such a character. So, it has taken nearly two months but our days are becoming more structured. Daily routine goes like this...

7.00 Wakes up, has milk while still in bed (Did I mention we co-sleep?)

7.15 Mummy tries to get her to sleep in, failing that she is placed on the floor

7.30 Entertains herself by pulling sweaters out of dresser and trying on heels

8.00 Daddy finally gets up and takes grateful daughter into kitchen for bfast

8.15 Monday: Get ready for Kidnasium class where whole bunch of other toddlers climb on padded equipment and are entertained by 3 teenagers who do ridiculous dances and sing songs with puppets. Tuesday: get ready for day care (as of Oct 2). Wednesday: get ready for 2 hour Enjoying Your Toddler Class comprising art/music appreciation and yet more hand puppets. Thursday: Woohoo..full day of day care again. Friday: Last day of day care before the weekend.

11.00 Mondays and Wednesdays only: Park after class and snack in the park. If lucky, other neighbourhood kiddies with mummies/nannies will also be around.

12.00 Mondays and Wednesdays only:Nap then lunch

2.00 Mondays and Wednesdays only:Park again, or play in the back yard

3.00 Mondays and Wednesdays only: Mummy running out of ideas. Free time to make a mess of anything as long as entertained

5.00 Wait for Daddy to get home. Tuesday, Thursday and Friday: Pick up from day care

5.30 Walk in park

7.30 Dinner. Free time until nighty night

9.30 Nighty night

10.00 Mummy and Daddy have glasses of wine, chat and unwind

Repeat..

I have started the ball rolling with applying for Canadian PR. Tomorrow, before the gallery I have to get fingerprinted to enable me to apply for police clearance from every country I have resided in for more than 6 months since the age of 18. With each country, a different process. This will take a few months. At the rate things are moving, it may be years before I get all the paperwork sorted...sigh. Ah well, at least tomorrow I get to break routine..fingerprinted then on to appreciate some art.

Fall is coming

The Mums are out in full bloom and everyone had their jackets on today as the northern winds moved in. Fall is on the way.

We walked to Doug's friend's house this morning for a lovely brunch. A lovely Saturday morning filling ourselves with Almond croissants, broccoli fritata, sausages and coffee/OJ. They has two little girls and Sasha enjoyed herself not sharing their toys. We walked back as it got slightly chilly and came across a sign for an indoor garage sale. I am sucker when it comes to a bargain so I had a peek, and spent the next 40 minutes choosing Sash's fall wardrobe at $2 a piece. For $50, she will be snug as a bug in her "gently used" snow suits, sweaters and turtle neck shirts from Baby Gap, Tommy Hilfiger, and Gymboree. I have noticed that the kids in this neighbourhood are well dressed, and there are some rather fancy boutiques for children down the street. Initially I thought that was a drawback, but now I see it as a bonus as these kids outgrow their clothes so quickly and therefore the garage sale loot is phenomenal. My neighbours also tell me that the schools around here organise "Mummy Sales" where you can buy gently used toys and clothes. The local community center organises clothes/toys exchanges. There are programmes with local retailers where you can bring in your child's sports equipment so quickly outgrown and get 50% of new ones. When clothes, ice skates and other sporting paraphernalia can cost parents hundreds every season, I find this such a brilliant idea. For the price of the cutest yellow rubber boots I bought Sash just yesterday, she will be all ready to get as dirty as she wants in day care this October. Maybe we will finger paint again...now all I need is a garage sale held by a short woman with some ass...

Taking inspiration from Milla's fantabulous Mum, I bought Sash some finger paints and finger paint paper from the nearby ToysRUs (4 blocks away, which may seem uber convenient now but will be hell when Sash realises what endless possibilities it holds). Set them out on the patio table, took a garbage bag, cut out a semi-circle for Sasha's head, then cut out armholes very carefully as she was by then wearing the makeshift artists smock. Started out fine. Mummy showed her what to do, making nice patterns with different colours. We laughed, we chortled. She smushed some about, decided she didnt like having dirty fingers and insisted Mummy lick her fingers clean, as Mummy does when Mummy is too lazy to get a cloth during mealtimes. Mummy refused. She insisted. She decided to do it herself. Mummy had no problems with that as Crayola seemed a reliable company that would not sell kids toxic paint..but wait, wasn't Mattel? Sash quickly decided paint in no way tasted like cheese. Tried to wipe paint off on Mummy. Sweet fingerpainting session scene immediately degenerated to Mummy running away from baby screaming "nooooooo" scene. So much for that...

Amsterdam, May 2007

Some of my favourite pictures taken over the Summer

Sasha enjoying the water
Sasha picking wild blueberries on Blueberry Island
Sasha taking a break
Sasha and Dad on the deck
Sasha and Dad tubing

Skating on ice

Hiking in Big Sky, Montana. June 2007


I may have mentioned this, but D started skating as soon as he could walk. Up until his second year in University, he skated every day during the season and trained for his speed skating during the Summer. I on the other hand have never set foot in a pair of ice skates. Last Friday, we took Sasha out on the ice for the first time. We walked for 20 minutes to the nearby arena. The skates were rented and she did not have a helmet. Her Daddy laced her up and took her out on the ice. I cannot say that she loved it, I can say she did not wail like a banshee and seemed interested in what the older figure skaters were doing. They glided for about 10 minutes. There is hope. We are now planning to sign her up for lessons in January...our only problem is finding skates that fit her and more importantly a helmet that will properly protect her noggin without making her look too much like a dork. D is also thinking of getting her into organised sports like ice hockey. I would like my daughter to have her own teeth so we are limiting her skate time to figure skating. I have visions of travelling with her all over the world competing..most likely she will have a melt down during her first lesson and we will have a bunch a baby skating equipment to off load. I remember my "challenging" childhood with my piano, guitar, violin, tae kwando, and ballet lessons. Hated them, still can't for the life of me do a split, kick anyone's behind or strum a chord..but by golly I had the equipment..what comes around goes around eh?

D and I bought ourselves some skates. We believe in guiding Sasha by example. Now if only I could wear diapers to protect my behind as I imagine I will be hitting the ice many, many times.

Time out

Sash has been her usual precocious self today. I am usually able to tolerate her flinging her yogurt laden spoon across the floor for the umpteenth time most mornings. Today however she did it over and over again as she looked directly into my eyes...with a little grin. Made me think I should have named her Damien. I initiated her first time out. As I growled "Do not throw!", I took her out of her high chair and placed her in the corner. She stayed, looked down and played with her belly button. As I moved to clean the mess up, she ran after me. I stood up, pointed to the corner and said "Stay"..she laughed, ran back and stayed..for a while. Then she realised she could sit down and play with the carpet....and then run up to me again. I placed her in her time out corner again. She ran back, I placed her again. She realised it could be turned into a game and rather enjoyed being carried. After half an hour I reminded her yet again that she should not throw things, made myself a cup of coffee and ignored her while I drank it. Why oh why did I ever give up smoking....

Settled in at last...

It has been quite a while since I last updated this blog. Bad girl, bad girl. I have received kind requests, stern reprimands, and demands to update my blog. So here goes..

Lets see, since last May I have:

Moved from Troy
The move was rather bittersweet. I was excited about moving to a different country, to a larger city, to our new house, and to seek out endless opportunities. I was very very sad about leaving our neighbours. Before we left, they had organised a surprise farewell, which touched us rather deeply as it took quite a bit of effort. The days leading up to the move, packing and getting movers organised were hectic yet we found a haven of hospitality during the evenings at their house. We stayed there the night after all our goods were shipped of to Canada, the day before we were to sign the contracts to sell our first ever home together. We left Troy and drove to the border to "enter" Canada immediately after the closing. It was a tearful goodbye.

Set up base in Winnipeg
We had six weeks before we were to take possession of our new home in Toronto so we moved in with my father-in-law. We spent more time at the lake than we have ever before. Canadians are obsessed about their cottages, which are usually situated on a lake. Come Summer, everyone is "at the cottage". Those who do not have family or friends with cottages rent. Others dream of owning one. Something I never fully understood or appreciated until I saw how much Sasha loved the outdoors, very much taking to the lake country life. She went tubing (very much like water skiing but a huge inflatable tire is dragged behind a boat...being only 15 months she went tubing on her Daddy's lap, she swam, she climbed on rocks, she very much explored every nook and cranny of that island. I suspect I am going to be stuck in the wilds most Summers from now on.


Attended a conference in Warwick University
I was last at Warwick for my LLM graduation. That was more than 10 years ago. It was surreal going back this time with D by my side (Sasha was left at the lake...I tell you, wild horses could not have dragged her away), pointing out the various bars and halls of residences I used to hang out/get absolutely hammered in. The Union had inflated to ten times its original size. It had an amazing supermarket, some cool cafes and even a hairdressers. The trees had grown and new, shiny buildings erected. My old stomping grounds changed beyond recognition. Sad.

Back to the lake
Sasha seemed interested in her cousins water skiing. We will try and teach her to swim and water ski next year I think..



Move to Toronto
We flew in with 8 pieces of luggage, took a cab and dumped our luggage at our new home. The previous owners were still moving their things out. We walked to Yonge Street and bought sheets as we planned to sleep on the floor. We could have checked into a hotel but I was so sick and tired of living out of a suitcase and I just wanted to "be home". The movers had dropped the ball so they were only going to deliver our goods 5 days after our arrival. We bought an air mattress for our second night. Much more comfortable. Doug left for the US to attend a conference and I was left with Sasha to organise the unloading. Even with 3 men hauling goods and boxes, it took the whole day. Sash was rather well behaved considering she could not take a nap, there were no doors (taken out to enable furniture to be moved inside the house) and all she wanted to so was play outside. Looking back I don't even know how I did it by myself but I guess I was just so excited about getting on with the next chapter..unpacking and settling in..that I was probably high on adrenalin. Tip about unpacking: always unpack your master bedroom first, then do one room at a time.

So here we are in Toronto. We love the neighbourhood, we love the house, and we know we will be very happy here.

I spent an hour defending my work. I was told that I would be, to put it crudely, bitchslapped, about my thesis chapter that suggested that there is a positive relationship between regulation and private equity investment by Dutch Institutional investors. Too counterintuitive. I smiled, I put my point across succicntly and clearly. The examiners deliberated. I am informed that I have been awarded a doctorate cum laude. I smiled, in surprise, thinking holy shit I did it. D is to now call me Dr. Supreme Commander. I freakin did it.

I spent an hour defending my work. I was told that I would be, to put it crudely, bitchslapped, about my thesis chapter that suggested that there is a positive relationship between regulation and private equity investment by Dutch Institutional investors. Too counterintuitive. I smiled, I put my point across succicntly and clearly. The examiners deliberated. I am informed that I have been awarded a doctorate cum laude. I smiled, in surprise, thinking holy shit I did it. D is to now call me Dr. Supreme Commander. I freakin did it.

Sasha's First portraits

I get a coupon in the mail. Submit the coupon, sitting fees are waived and get a 5x10 pic at $3.99....$156.96 later....










My thesis was approved today. I now only have to get 50 copies printed in book form and delivered to Tilburg in 10 days. And of course defend it...

Sasha's skill of the day

Leaving a crumb trail as she grinds a pecan shortbread cookie against the DVR, the table, the playcube, and the rug. Trying to lick cookie dust from the rug.

Our wonderful little package has been a little terror these past few days. Granted, she is teething and has a nasty cold. Her discomfort may be causing her mood swings, happy and playful during the day and a crying banshee at night. Regardless, she is driving me insane. Two sleepless nights have made me seriously question our plans to have a second wonderful little package. I don't handle fatigue very well. When I get tired I find it more difficult to handle my temper. After a night of short cat naps as Sash kept waking up screaming in frustration, I was ready to slam something against the wall..if only I had a vase handy. Then it hit me....Sasha was probably as tired and frustrated as I was. While she did not have the added feeling of guilt and hopelessness of not being able to alleviate her own baby's pain, she was probably wondering why her Mummy could not understand her babbling and cries. I hugged her till she slept again and reminded myself to take those birth control pills in the morning.

We spent Easter Sunday at our neighbours house. They had the whole family over...and our little unit. Grandma and Pappy brought their grandkids Easter baskets filled with goodies...and one for Sasha filled with a huge stuffed soft Easter Bunny. We were very surprised at such generosity of heart. I thank my lucky stars every day that we have found such great friends.

Bidding wars

It has been a hectic and stressful month. A month full of hope, disappointment and milestones.

Hope

We found an agent in Toronto to help us out with the house search. I found her by looking at listings that I liked, but could not see ourselves affording, and contacting a listing agent that didn't look to smarmy. We drove up to T, was interviewed by her, and she agreed to take us on. We knew which area we wanted to live in, but we needed an expert to help value the houses. We had the weekend to look at houses and figure out what we liked. Within hours we discovered that the T housing market is extremely different from Upstate. In the area we were looking at we would get 1/3 our current house for double the price. Here if you sell your house within the month you have it made. In T, when a house is put on the market, offers are sought within days. Then the bidding wars start, so depending on the number of bidders, that price which we doubled....tripled. We started out having a mental list of things we wanted. We left T on that first trip with a list of what we are willing to forgo..proximity to subway, land, number of bedrooms and bathrooms. We made an offer on a Wednesday at 6pm...was told we were not even in the running. In the past month we have made 4 offers on houses. All not even close to the final accepted bid. On our third trip to T, after looking at over 20 houses, we found one we both loved. It wasn't really the house that we fell in love with, it was the location. Minutes away down one end of the street to the most beautiful park, filled with mature trees and nature trails galore. It wasn't just a patch of grass like all the other parks we have seen..this was heaven right smack in the middle of chaos. Oh yes, down the other end of the street there are shops galore...to name a few: Starbucks, Gap and Fruits and Flowers. We knew this was the location for us. We made a pre-emptive bid, a bid before all others were due. Not even looked at. We waited a week. Last night, at 6pm we faxed in our bid to our agent. She called at 9pm. Our offer was second highest, and just a tad lower than the higher bid. We have been given the opportunity to counter bid as the sellers listing agent is a colleague of our agent. We went a tad higher, to reach a number considered extremely lucky. We sat and waited, and waited, praying that we get the house but also wondering how on earth we would pay for it. She called back and told us she had the best birthday present for Sasha. Both offers were identical, but she sat down with the sellers to tell them about us, how we met, where we have lived, why we are moving, and how we plan to live in the house to give our 1 year old baby the perfect life. The sellers liked us (better than the other bidders I suppose) and want us to enjoy the house. We are still waiting for our agent to tell us this is all a huge mistake...but for now, we are the happiest family on earth.

Disappointment

After our first trip to T, we came home to accept an offer on our home. There were two offers and we were encouraged to accept the offer from the more financially stable older couple (DINKs), and turn down the offer presented by a young couple with two kids. We negotiated with the DINKs. They retracted their offer as we did not get back to them in time. We were confused as how did they expect us to get back to them while we were enroute from T. They came back the next day with a lower offer. We turned them down. They cam back with the original offer. We suspected they would be difficult to deal with, but what can you do. They inspected the house and wanted us to change all 3 garage doors. That was straw that broke the camels back and we told them to bugger themselves. We instructed our agent to get them to rescind their offer. They did with minutes. We then accepted the offer made by the young couple. We decided to take the riskier option and bet on the nicer couple coming through. I believe what goes around comes around. The DINKs later called our agent and told her they were still interested. She had the satisfaction of telling them that another offer has been accepted.

I am sure that our accepting the young couple's offer has a huge part in the sellers of our new house choosing us over the other bidder.

Milestones

Sasha turned 1 on Tuesday. We bought her a huge dollhouse which was unveiled to her on the morning of. She is having fun chewing on the furniture. We had her portraits taken. Then we invited a few neighbours over for dinner and champers. One guest commented that she expected a Mickey Mouse themed party with balloons, not champers and brie. We told her that it was more a celebration for us as we have been able for one whole year to keep a baby alive and happy. A milestone for both Sash and her parents who this time last year never thought that such a wonderful little package could fill the days with this much joy and love.

This is what I woke up to this morning. While I find the snow enchanting...where oh where is Spring?



Sasha will be 11 months tomorrow. Funny how the months fly by so fast, but each day is just never ending.

We have a rather child unfriendly house, so we have had to teach Sash to handle certain situations rather early..like manoeuvring stairs.

I am attending a baby shower being held for a friend of a friend this Saturday. A small one as the mummy-to-be has had 3 other showers and has recieved enough gifts to clothe/lug about 8 babies. I have been racking my brain trying to figure out what to buy for her and came up with these two gifts:



Child-Rearing Roulette
"PARENTAL POINTERS" GIFT SET

Have fun and help new parents stay un-divorced with these whimsical gifts. No need to bicker about whose turn it is to change that messy diaper or do the 2 am feeding -just spin the "Wheel of Responsibility" and accept your fate! And the book on safe baby handling tips provides just that - and a lot of laughs in the process. Not just baby shower gifts - they're important tools for expecting parents! Imported.


and



Straightlaced
JOHNNY'S SOCKS - SET OF 6

A boy's never too young for sneakers - especially when they're this comfy. Cotton baby socks are printed to look like those classic kicks every guy lives in, complete with real shoelace ties. A selection of 6 pairs - in a range of colors packaged in a gift-ready box - promises an early start to the "dirty socks on the floor" phenomenon.


Figured I would balance the silly with practicality. The Johnny socks are sneaker versions of some Mary Jane socks we bought for Sasha when she was a wee 8 weeks.


It has been surreal living in the house this past week. It is semi-sterile and has to be kept so in case we need to show the house with short notice. I always keep fresh flowers about so that is not difficult to do. I dont usually keep the toilets/kitchen free of clutter so that has been a chore. I also now make the bed every day. It is just walking around the house knowing that we have had 4 other couples (one an FBI agent..) traipsing around the house criticizing it for all its worth, looking through our closets. We live here but it no longer feels like home.

Anyone want a house in Upstate NY?

Staging a home for sale is an absolute b*%$h. Previously, when we moved from our apartments, all we had to do was let the movers in and pack up everything (and I mean everything..down to the many ketchup and mustard sachets we don't bother to throw away). It is a whole new ballgame now. Cleaning the house is one thing, staging it is another. As you may know from my entries, keeping house is not my forte. I rarely vacuum and I only ever dust/clean/wipe down anything when we have people over and this only happens in rooms to be made accessible to the masses. In addition to cleaning, we now have to stage the rooms to make them palatable to the masses. The rule is, you live one way, you stage another. So all clutter has to be removed. No personal pictures, no little quirky souvenirs scattered about. Kitchen counters have to be totally cleared. This is not easy to do especially when we still LIVE here. Toys have to be put away, out of sight. Our ironing room has been turned into the nursery, so Sasha's clothes are in our dressing room (her little dresser/closet is too heavy to move) while her crib and changing table are in the new nursery (which was previously the ironing room). The larger room on the third floor has been turned into another bedroom, with the bed all made up like it is actually used (since we moved in we have only used the room once and I think I have entered the room maybe all of five times). Our little computer/printer table which was previously in our second study has been moved upstairs to the smaller third floor room so that now looks like a little study. Our closets have to be show worthy so that means we actually have to hang our clothes. I have been going around the house with a can of white paint touching up any little nick I see. The mold and mildew from the windows have to be cleaned and or painter over. No dust balls about. This house had better sell soon or I will go crazy maintaining it like this...aaaarghh!!

Any-who...if you are interested in moving upstate, I am posting some pics which our agent (who gets a whopping 6% of the sale price, and does not have to deal with a sigle dust ball!!) is using:


Our soon to be ex-home

Our soon to be ex-dining room

Our soon to be ex-living room

I very rarely have any regrets, but if asked what my most recent regret is it would be my failure to get a baby book to record Sasha's milestones. I suppose not having one myself, I assumed that Sasha would not be too bothered with her lack of one. (with all my moving about I hardly have any childhood souvenirs such as pictures etc...heck, I can't even find my academic certificates) My neighbour jots everything down and when I ask her things like "What were Ally's first words?", she will produce the book and say "Dada, 3 March, 9.18am..".

So, assuming that one day Sasha will be reading this (Although with my recent troubles teaching her to eat table food, I can't imagine teaching her something as difficult as reading. I am resigned to the fact that at the age of 21, she may still be eating strained sweet potatoes), I am going to add little bits of Sasha trivia in this blog.

For example:

She was born on 3 April 2006 at 4.12pm (although D insists he saw her hair peek out at 4.11pm).
She weighed in at 7 pounds 9 ounces 3438 grams, and she was 2 weeks early.
She was 21 inches long.
Her apgar was 9/9.

On 30 May (2 month checkup), she was 11 pounds 4 ounces and 23 inches long.
On 24 July (4 month checkup), she was 13 pounds 8 ounces and 25 inches long.
On 33 October(6 month checkup) , she was 16 pounds and 26 1/4 inches long.

Her last check-up was on 3 February 2007. She is now 17 pounds 12 ounces and is 29 1/2 inches long.

She said her first word, Dada, on 23 November 2006.
She giggled for the first time ever as I was tickling her Daddy. We were in the TV room hanging out.
Her little toes first touched the Ocean on 16 May 2006 in Martha's Vineyard.
She learned to crawl while her Daddy and I were away in India. Her Nenek trained her while we were away. We first saw her crawl in her Nenek and Tok's TV room when we arrived back in KL on the morning of 11 December 2006.
Last night, on 7 February 2007, we caught her trying to sneak up the stairs from the first floor to the second. She had climbed 7 stairs before her Mummy caught her. Her Mummy let her climb down by herself.
As of 10 months of age, Sasha has visited Saratoga Springs, Martha's Vineyard, Provincetown, Stockholm, Kuala Lumpur, Langkawi, Singapore, Amsterdam airport, Madrid, Seville, Granada (Al Hambra), Winnipeg, Toronto, Minaki, Penang, Kuching, Seattle, Boston, and NYC. She has been on 38 flights.
To take her first passport picture at the age of 2 weeks, we had to strip her naked, place her on the floor in the middle of a busy pharmacy and spray water on her face so she would open her eyes. Suffice it to say we got some nasty looks.

So Sash, if you do read this one day, we apologise for not being overly diligent in keeping records of your milestones. We were too busy enjoying and basking in your cheery disposition to take precious time away to take notes. We do love you though.

On the road again...

You may know we live in Upstate New York. Well, not for long. D has accepted a job offer in Canada. So, by 1 July 2007, I have to:

1) Sell a house
2) Look for another house to move into
3) Move house contents across the border
4) Unpack house contents
5) Defend Ph.D thesis in NL
6) Apply for Canadian PR (involves getting police clearance from 3 bloody different countries)
7) Get Canadian citizenship for offspring
8) Make new friends...sigh

Suffice it to say I have just finished a bottle of vino tinto. Will get started on to do list tommorrow...fanfuckintistic.

Sasha received a very sweet postcard from Aunty Rara this morning. It will be a while before she can read it for herself, but I am sure she is well chuffed. I read it to her in the meantime. It will be displayed on the kitchen white board along with all the other postcards D and I send her from our travels. Well, yes, she is usually with us on our travels, but she still gets a postcard anyway. Anyone who knows me knows that I like sending postcards to family and friends. I decided a while back that I would send myself (and later D then Sash) postcards as sort of "souvenirs" from my gallivanting. I sometimes look at the postcards as I cook and think to myself, where will life take me next?

I find that Americans are obsessed with their coffee on the go. Or should I say their cup holders. If you read any review of cars or baby strollers, there will always be someone who mentions "cup holders". Try it...Google it. They now have Mercury cars with heated cup holders and another car make that has illuminated cup holders. Obsessed I tell you!

D is away yet again. This time he taking for the first time the direct flight to Changi from EWR. Longest commercial flight available I think. He will spend more time on SQ than in Singapore. It was a bit of a nightmare getting him off as the taxi which was meant to take him to the train station was very very late. So late that D had to drive his car to the station and leave it there. The bloody company did not even apologise so I immediately got online and gave it scathing reviews on every site that listed its number. This is a small town, so there were only 2 sites, but every little scathing review helps here. As I am not going to get any satisfaction screaming at the company operator, I am going to get my satisfaction screaming my dissatisfaction at potential clients.

While he is away I am taking the opportunity to figure out what to do for Valentines Day. I know, I know, I have ages, but when you have a baby you do what you can when you can. I thought of getting him a wallet, then an external battery for his laptop, but am settling on a one night stay at a historic hotel in Boston (JFK proposed to Jackie in the hotel resto...table 40). That is his favourite city and I find it more child friendly than NYC, so a-Boston we shall go. It is only a 90 minute drive away so Sash will not find it too tiring. Now to figure out how to book the carriage ride...

Reduce, Reuse and Recycle

Sasha is wearing the most adorable little outfit today. Green and purple checkered trousers, a lilac turtleneck body and a lilac BabyGAP hoodie. I cannot take credit for her excellent dress sense though. I have to thank my very generous neighbour. Yup, the same neighbour who watches our house when we are away also clothes our baby. How we got so lucky I don't know. She has a 3 year old girl so we get loads of hand me downs. And when I say loads, I mean bags and bags of near perfect, weather appropriate clothes. I asked her recently, as she passed me yet another bag of winter clothing, if she wanted the clothes back after Sasha is through with them. She said no, I am to keep them and pass them on to anyone once I am through with them. Sort of like a baby clothes pay-it-forward. I love this idea. Of course I have set aside certain outfits that Sasha may want to keep, like her going home sweater suit, her cukur jambul outfit, her first mary jane socks (they are socks that look like shoes), her first bikini, her first sweat suit, and her first hat. I have bags and bags of clothes that I will keep for the next one, but then what? I now know that I am to pass them on to another baby girl whose Mummy will reduce, reuse and recycle. But it is not as easy as it sounds. I thought of doing this to a friend of ours here who just had a baby girl, but I get a sense that she may find it insulting. I dont know her well enough to ask her. While I find hand me downs so very useful, another may find it demeaning. Sigh..

Dilemma

It was around midnight when I put Sasha to sleep. I looked out the window as I noticed it was snowing. That's when I saw her, the deer. She was sneaking up our front yard towards our bushes. Don't ask me what kind of bushes as am not a horticulturist. Refer to post about lack of green thumb. Presumably deer food bushes. I was upset that she was eating our bushes as I realised that she was probably the culprit that ate all our tulips last Spring. But I was also glad that she was getting nourishment as it was bitterly cold outside. Then I noticed another one crossing the road to join the buffet. I am now resigned to the fact that I will again have no flowers in front of the house this year. Our neighbour across the street has 13 acres of Forever Green land, a sort of reserve. As our street is within city limits, it is illegal for anyone to hunt the wild deer and turkeys on the reserve. Oh yes, did I mention the many turkeys that hang out in our front yard?

Belly ring Part 2

I found my old belly ring in a handbag I have not used for a while. A long while as I took the ring off in my second trimester. I am wearing my old belly ring and old handbag today. I remember getting my belly button pierced a few days after a fairly traumatic break-up. I say fairly in hindsight, but back then I was devastated, shattered, lost. I wonder if I will remember today, re-insertion day, just as vividly as I remember piercing day. While I am happy that I can actually see the ring when I look in the mirror, I am still dissatisfied with my lack of motivation to lose extra weight. I am still in my maternity Sevens, but then they are very comfortable. I know I should get a pair of non-maternity jeans, but who has time to shop. I have yet to go shopping on my own with Sash in tow. What do I do with the stroller when I enter the fitting room? I have the same problem when I travel on my own and need to take my luggage to the loo. Why can't they install, in addition to the Handicapped stall, a "With luggage" stall. I admit that sometimes I do use the much larger Handicapped stall when I don't think it is advisable to leave my luggage on their own outside the stall, but I have this fear that I will be depriving someone in her minute of need. Which is worse, to be the one caught using the Handicapped stall or the one with the suspicious luggage that is being surrounded by the airport security?

Tip of the day: If you intend to join the mile high club, use the handicapped loo on the plane. Alot more space.

What one question would you ask a psychic about the future?

We are in Boston for a few days. My fridge at home is full of rotting veggies. I am worried about the ice storm and ice build-up that may affect the huge trees we have in our backyard. I hope those trees are not on my roof or in my master bedroom (or any bedroom for that matter). Did I remember to stock up on firewood just in case we have a power outage? All this forgotten as we walk along Newbury Street, have a little stroll in the Boston Common (ever so carefully due to ice sheets)and imagine living in any of the beautiful houses on Beacon Hill. I love Boston. Such a beautiful, historical yet manageable city. And the Chowder...to die for.

We bought a new game called TableTopics. Just a bunch of overpriced flashcards with questions. We plan to take one out every day and just have fun. Yesterday it was What one question would you ask a psychic about the future?. Today it is If you had a tattoo what would you get and where would you put it? They also come as coasters. Bought a set for a friend celebrating...uh, who celebrated...her birthday on Monday. I know she will love them.

I had an odd dream last night. I dreamt I was with a few colleagues discussing a project. We had discovered a new way to heat and cool buildings. In my dream, we would use some sort of nuclear technology to make some sort of hot liquid which we would insert in concrete columns that make up the skeleton of the building. Here I must add that the actual technology is vague in the dream as I took Law in Uni, and there really was no Nuclear Physics elective available..even if there was the possibility of my being able to have taken it and passed would be as impossible as my inventing the solution to keep mankind warm. Anyway, back to my dream. So, we would add pipes with cold liquid (using the same nuclear technology but uh, in reverse) to keep the building cool. Sort of like having the whole building as a radiator. Then I woke up.

Sashakins

Sasha enjoying her crawl Dec 2006


Sasha and her Daddy Dec 2006


Sasha learning to enjoy sand Dec 2006


Sasha and her Tok Dec 2006

A closer look...

Qutub Minar Complex, Delhi

I found the Qutub Minar and the Quwwat-ul-Islam Mosque next to it, located in the outskirts of Delhi, to be an even more intriguing site than the Taj Mahal. The boring facts are as follows: The Qutub Minar was started in 1199 AD by Qutub-ud-Din Aibak and completed by the sultan's successor and son-in-law, Iltutmish. It is made of red and buff sandstone. The minaret is 72.5 m high and has 379 steps from the bottom to the top. The Minar is tapering with the diameter of the base is 14.3 m while at the top floor it is2.7 m. The Qutub Minar is still the highest stone tower as well as one of the finest Islamic structures ever raised in India.
More interestingly, the Quwwat-ul-Islam Mosque, which was built by Qutub-ud-Din Aibak in AD 1198, is the earliest mosque built by the Delhi Sultans. It consists of a rectangular courtyard enclosed by cloisters, erected with the carved columns and architectural members of 27 Hindu and Jain temples. These 27 temples were demolished in order to construct the mosque.
Within the mosque complex is also the Iron Pillar, which dates back to 4th century AD. The pillar bears an inscription, which states that it was erected as a flagstaff in honor of the Hindu god, Vishnu, and in the memory of the Gupta King Chandragupta II (BC375-413). The pillar is made of 98 per cent wrought iron but has stood 1,600 years without rusting or decomposing. The Taj Mahal is a structure aasociated with romance. I associate the Qutub Minar with the corruption of absolute power.

We arrived in Seattle last night. From the airport to the hotel, only saw 4 Starbucks..and counting. Was just thinking on the flight how this trip reminds me of those trips on the Tube from Zone 3 (where I used to bunk in with frinds on city visits) to Zone 1 (where parents' friends would be staying with my stash of pineapple tarts and ikan bilis goreng). How with each stop closer to Zone 1 the demographics would change slightly, the passengers' complexion getting lighter, the clothes getting pricier, the hair more salon-ified. In this case, with each airport (mind you, I started from Upstate NY) the passengers' less waspy, and the clothes quirkier. West coasters are friendlier, more relaxed, and definitely more environmentally aware. Our hotel in Chicago had a few non-smoking floors...our hotel here is 100% non-smoking. Last night, I found it interesting...3 years ago I would have done an about face and looked for another hotel. Smoking was not a habit then...it was a necessity.

Just as Sasha was getting over her jet lag, we move 2 hours behind. She had breakfast at 5am and I think her lunch will be at 10am...sigh..they say that children need routine to get a sense of security...sorry kiddo, looks like you will have to rely on Mummy's and Daddy's hugs and kisses.

Sometimes I feel that I am such a horrible parent. The whole no routine issue. The lack of supervision over what she licks/chews/bites. I remember when we were looking for a house, we were warned to test for lead in the paint in case the baby starts chewing on the window ledges. My first thought was MY BABY WILL NOT BE SUCKING ON WINDOW LEDGES THANKYOUVERYMUCH. Of course 9 months later we get told off as she is caught chewing on the stapler at the hotel business center. It seems that many people have touched the thing hence pretty germ infested. My first thought was What are the odds of her getting the Ebola Virus lady? As long as she doesn't staple her tongue, let her play. Of course I only have doubts for a few minutes a week. The rest of the time I am just pretty pleased with myself as she is still alive and a pretty happy baby. Touchwood she doesn't get Ebola.

I think I shall take her to the Bodies exhibition. The one where dead bodies are skinned, preserved and displayed in varying poses. I am not sure who will be more traumatised...Sasha or the other people as I wheel Sasha around the exhibition in her stroller.

Chicago...again

We are in Chicago...again. The sun is shining, and the weather warm. Global warming at its best. Am not top form this week what with Sash still waking up at 3am to play, my sinuses acting up and a slight all over body ache. Still, the Field Museum has to be done. I think the King Tut exhibition is still on. I am pretty sure that is the same exhibition I attended in Basle way back in June 2004 when I first met D. He met me in Berne for a few days en-route to Sydney, and his flight to Heathrow was departing from Basle. It would be nice to take Sash to this exhibition...introduce her to some of the exhibits. The exhibits, I think, would like an update of my life. That one life out of the thousands they must have met all this time on the road.


When we chose our baby's name, we wanted one that is simple to spell, fairly generic yet unique, and could not be shortened. So Sasha it is. Of course, we have now discovered that the following can be derived from such a simple premise: Sash, Sashi, ShaSha, ChaCha, ChaChak, Sashakins, Sashazito, and Sashadoll.

What's worse...?

What's worse than having jet lag? Having a baby with jet lag. What's even worse than that? Having a jet lagged baby who has just learned to crawla and excited about new mobility especially ability to crawl over obstructions (sleeping parents) in bed.

The past month has been fun, exciting, eye-opening and warm. It is now time to reverse damage caused by doting grandparents and aunts/uncles (No Sash, no chocolate cake and coconut water for you today) and get back into the routine. But first, we must stop waking up at 3am....

Some 3am thoughts...

1) Why do we call anorexia and bulimia eating disorders? Shouldn't it be not eating disorders?

2) You know how those with non-eating disorders look in the mirror and view their 40kg bodies as fat...well, I have the opposite problem. What do you call that? Optimistic or delusional?