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He dives, I shop

The husband has been away for the last six days, scuba diving in Bali with J, another friend and a group of others. Some people are surprised that I let him go, which in turn surprises me, because I would never forbid him from going (yes, I’m one of those “I want you to want it” girls). It’s not in my nature.

What is in my nature is feeling a teensy bit peeved that not only is he going to Bali, which I’ve never been, he’s also going on the longest dive trip he/we have ever taken. And he saw manta rays and a mola-mola, which I’ve never seen and am quite jealous about, although I’m also glad because it would have been sad to go all that way and not find what they were looking for.

That explains why I’ve been sleeping alone (see previous post). Kaylin and I have been staying at my in laws’ while hubby is away, a sort of practice run for when we go on holiday. The good news is she doesn’t seem to care that she has to sleep in an unfamiliar room. The bad news is I’m not allowed to let her out of my sight once the clock strikes 9pm. She screams so loud even her doting grandma has given up.

In other words, it’s probably going to be awhile before I can go diving again, or even catch a late-night movie. I don’t really mind all that much – I blame it on mummy hormones, too bad they don’t come in daddy doses – I do want to be with Kaylin. She’s growing incredibly fast and discovering new things almost daily. I just have to make sure my life is about me too.

So I’ve been making sure my, ahem, womanly needs are taken care of – by online shopping. I occasionally daydream about looking like a character on Gossip Girl but the truth is, I’m always going to be a jeans and t-shirt, shorts and slippers kind of girl. Which suits our bank account just fine.

However, with hubby enjoying one of the best dive trips of his life and me running dangerously low in the wardrobe department, I decided a little treat was in order. Okay, several little treats. I splurged on a few things from FashionJunkee, which I read about on Karen Cheng’s Fashion and Life (love that site!), and I cannot wait to show hubby what I got. Maybe I’ll even take some pictures when the stuff arrives.

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I guess I do heart Malaysia

I’ll be honest: I totally did not want to celebrate Merdeka this year. I’m tired of the crap, the politicking, the beyond-ridiculous individuals, the politicking. I know I said that already but that’s how fed-up I am. I didn’t even bother to add the Malaysian flag to my Twitter profile picture like so many have, which now that I’ve said it, makes me sound a little like the grinch who stole independence day.

Then I made the mistake of logging on to Twitter first thing in the morning. It’s easy to get mad at my country when I read the news, which is why I hardly read them anymore – getting too cynical. It’s easy to stay mad at my country when I’m lying in bed all by myself – more on why in my next post. But on Twitter… well, not even my ice-cold-or-so-I-thought heart could resist all the love and hope and humour that was being poured out by the people I follow (followees?).

So this is why #iheartmalaysia:

Sipadan, one of the best scuba diving sites in the world;

I can wear shorts and slippers everywhere because the weather’s awesome and I’m sloppy like that;

The people who continually inspire me and give me hope for the country.

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Insect spotting

Spotted: a dragonfly and a ladybird on the same day! I was lucky to get the first picture with just my iPhone before the traffic lights turned green. And as you can tell from the second picture, I’ve been keeping my promise to walk in the garden more often.

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Another of those laughing baby videos

Kaylin doesn’t laugh out loud very often and she certainly hasn’t laughed so much since I took this video. Just four months old and she already knows not to repeat a trick. Happy Monday, everyone!

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Birthdays are a little bit important when you’re a new mum

Hubby and I aren’t big on our birthdays – he usually forgets his and I don’t really care to celebrate mine – but my 28th was my first as a mum, and I decided it would be a wonderful reason to do the things I haven’t really had a chance to do since Kaylin came along.

So, I got a massage. It was a little rushed – I’m still breastfeeding exclusively which means my time is divided into never-enough 3.5 hour chunks – but it was infinitely better than nothing. Of course, I could have just left expressed milk for Kaylin to take from the bottle but I’m really lazy pretty good at keeping breastpump use to a minimal so I guess you could say it’s my fault. No biggie, I suspect the benefits were more psychological than physical anyway.

Then, hubby arranged for us to meet up with some good friends for a birthday lunch. Which has never happened before but which, this year, was perfect because it had been awhile since I got together with everyone for a meal. We had dim sum at Oriental Pavilion and even managed coffee after that. (Thanks for coming out, guys, I had a great time!) And I decided that from now on, maybe celebrating my birthday is a little bit important after all, because it’s going to be my annual excuse to do Whatever I Want.

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Is it too early to teach my daughter to sit like a lady?

Our timing was a little unfortunate the day we brought Kaylin to her first wedding reception. She’d been out for much of the day, had refused to nap properly, and was really cranky by the time we got to the reception venue. It didn’t help that everyone wanted to meet her at the same time, and that the entire ballroom-ful of people clapped loudly when the guest of honour arrived, among other things.

So she screamed. And my daughter has a loud scream. Hubby and I eventually calmed her down, whereby she semi-happily settled into her stroller and made herself comfortable. Like this. It was the first time she’d done this, and funnily enough, she hasn’t done it again since. Maybe she’s waiting for the next time we dress her up for an important occasion. In any case, we were so hesitant about disturbing the peace that we left her like this all evening.

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Taking time to stop and smell the roses, sort of

The other day, I was out in the garden with Kaylin after a downpour when I noticed how pretty the flowers looked with raindrops on them. That was when I realised how long it had been since I really looked at flowers. So I took a few photographs. Then we saw a snail, and I realised how long it had been since I saw one. So I took another photograph. And I decided I really must do this more often.

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A walk in the garden

After four months of hopeful optimism (read: delusion), I have finally come to terms with the fact that the thrice-weekly gym sessions I endured enjoyed throughout my pregnancy are very much a thing of the past. These days, I’d be lucky to get any “me” time before 11pm and since I do not fancy pounding away on the treadmill in the middle of the night…

So in an attempt to get some semblance of regular exercise, I’ve been trying to take Kaylin for a walk every evening. Most days, we wander around my in-laws’ garden and don’t even make it out the front gate, although there was this one Saturday when we managed a walk to the neighbourhood basketball court and back – a grand total of, er, 500m.

It doesn’t sound like much but really, it’s a three-in-one exercise programme. Walking stretches and works my muscles, carrying a 6kg baby in my arms counts as weight training, and if I walk fast enough to get slightly breathless, it becomes a cardio workout. Or so I tell myself.

Here we are, out in the garden one evening. I like it best when it’s slightly gloomy and there’s a breeze. Kaylin’s practising her Blue Steel for when she becomes a rock star.

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Kaylin: My first time in a dress

This is probably one of those photos that, if my daughter ever ends up in therapy, will be pinpointed as the source of whatever reason Kaylin is seeing a shrink in the first place. I don’t know why that comes to mind. Must be her slightly… traumatised expression.

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Seeing you smile every morning…

…makes all those 4am feedings worth it.

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