thanks to the ‘tit nazi’ (ha ha) for her recent reminder of this topic, coz i finally got round to finding these posters and brochures, which shall be errm, kept as souvenirs and wisely used in future… whenever THAT is.

tsk, SO propagandistic hor. *chuckles*

just to get me a little nostalgic once in a while. (especially when i see the freaking price of milk on the shelves these days. sigh.)

for more information the ‘tit nazi’ would be proud of, go to http://www.abas.org.sg.

nice and pink, just for the ladies. (ps: check out the video clips available! yes yes, totally un-p/o/r/n ones with real spurting bits, hehe. vair useful stuff, especially for new mums, e.g. on compression. man, i like this doctor, we really should have more of his kind around.)

this has been a public service announcement.

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ok, just because i *happened* to be surfing, i found a survey done in s’pore some years ago by HPB. excerpts i found interesting:

Muslim mothers were 6.7 times more likely to breastfeed their babies at 2 months compared to Buddhist/Taoist mothers. This might be related to Islam’s favourable stance towards breastfeeding—for example, the Quran (Chapter 2, Verse 233) decrees that ‘mothers shall give suck to their offspring for two whole years’ (Counsilman and Viegas, 1985). Christian mothers were also more likely to breastfeed their babies longer compared to Buddhist/Taoist mothers.

It is noteworthy that while the model for predicting continued breastfeeding at 2 months shows that Muslim mothers were more likely to breastfeed their babies compared to Buddhist/Taoist mothers, Malay mothers were less likely to breastfeed their babies compared to Chinese mothers. This apparent contradiction could be explained by the differing influences of ethnicity and religion on breastfeeding among different subgroups of respondents. Among the Malay mothers, all were Muslims—their ethnic and religious identities are thus closely intertwined. Among the Chinese mothers, their religious affiliations were more diverse—about half were Buddhist/Taoists, about a quarter were Christians, and another quarter had no religion. In addition, the shift towards Christianity in Singapore is most pronounced among the better educated Chinese (Singapore Department of Statistics, 2000), and better educated mothers tend to breastfeed their babies longer.

The survey found that 54.5% of the mothers did not receive advice on breastfeeding from health professionals during their pregnancy. However, this did not have a negative impact on breastfeeding duration in the current study. On the contrary, women who did not receive advice on breastfeeding from health professionals during pregnancy were more likely to breastfeed for a longer duration. Among the women in the survey who had not received advice on breastfeeding, the three mostly commonly cited sources of information were family members, friends and books. This suggests that family support and maternal knowledge are important. Not discounting the important role of health professionals in promoting breastfeeding, it might still be useful to provide women with credible information on breastfeeding as soon as possible as studies have shown that infant feeding decisions are made prior to delivery and such decision would influence the initiation and duration of breastfeeding

In summary, the results of this study show higher breastfeeding prevalence rates compared to past studies in Singapore. Despite this, exclusive breastfeeding is still not a common practice.

- full article here.

so in short:

1) muslim mums do better than buddhist/taoist mums, but malay mums don’t do as well as chinese mums, because the latter include christians who are *generally* better educated and informed. hmm, we really gotta step up, huh? melayu… boleh? :S

2) health professionals, and i’m guessing nurses and doctors here, are not necessarily the best people to turn to, but family members, friends and books (or rather, the world wide web!). so much for asking the ‘experts’, ha ha.

3) let’s hope the statistics rise (and keep rising) in the next few years.

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i was tickled when i got hold of this last week, and i think i’ve just about gotten over it. hehe.

it doesn’t look like much to you veteran parents whose children have probably brought home a hundred of such things home, but it’s one of those milestones which i never expected, it kinda sneaks up on you like a pleasant surprise and leaves a grin on your face despite yourself.

i mean, my toddler, who not so long ago was a tiny little bundle whose chief concerns were being fed and dry, now being sent home his artwork (or whatever small scribbly part that was his own doing anyway!) AND a progress report – that’s just… SURREAL, to say the least.

i guess there’s also this sense of wonder that he can do all that – and who knows what else – in the hours we’re apart, being his own separate person, creating his own experiences, that i don’t have the luxury to share with or witness. (i’m still quite amused by the ’skinnamarinky-dinky-dink-i-love-you’ thing, wuahuahaa. i admit, i is so the jakun, i am, i’m sorry.)

i showed his handiwork to him and asked what he did, and he zigzaged the air vigorously to indicate he’d coloured it, all the while trying to earnestly explain to me in his own ‘foreign language’.

and i get that. you know how only mothers can incredulously ‘translate’ and make sense of their children’s gibberish and seemingly random actions to others?

well, that’s me now.

most of the times, anyway.

ps: ouh, for all those enthusiasts and militants out there, recently recruited or otherwise, here’s the latest attempt at beating the record for simultaneous b/feeding. hope the turnout’s better this time round…

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wahlao eh.

i was trying to google on how to become a certified lactation consultant (yet another one of my whimsical angan-angan ambitions) when i clicked on http://www.family.sg/nursingbaby and…

GAH!!

there greeted my eyes, my once-upon-a-time about-to-explode tummy! anjat gegerl.

hmm, is that a sign or something…? *chuckles*

anyway, continuing my search, there IS an int’l board of lactation consultant which does certification. you’d have to go through a course and then an exam (!) which comprises of 200 multiple choice questions. you’re also required to have a health professional background, but “personal breastfeeding experience, wonderful as it is, does not meet this requirement”.

darn. there goes my chance to be an official Tek-nician or Tek-nical troubleshooter.

haiyah. moving on.

my organisation emails us summaries of articles from various sources on a regular basis, and i sent one of interest to the Bapaknye.

What kids get from with dads: ‘Father functions’ have lasting impact; no need for Mr. Mom

Growing research shows that fathers can have a distinct impact on children beyond that of mothers even though they often spend less time with their children. Although both mothers and fathers can stimulate children through the same psychological processes, mothers can only do so much; fathers have an additional impact because they tend to behave differently with children.

Studies show that:

- Fathers tend to engage kids in more rough-and-tumble play. This fosters their children’s curiosity and teaches their children to regulate emotion and enjoy surprises.
- There is a link between fathers’ warm, stimulating play with their 2-year-olds and better language and cognitive skills in the children a year later, independent of mothers’ behavior. The effect endures into adolescence.
- Fathers who play with toddlers in stimulating and encouraging ways tend to have children with healthier relationships at age 16, surpassing mothers’ effect.
- Fathers tend to shape language development as they typically do not talk down to their children as much as mothers, using larger words. There is a link between fathers who used varied vocabulary with their 2-year-olds, and more advanced speech at age 3, even though the fathers spoke less often to the children.
- Fathering may reduce teen delinquency. Fathers tend to handle misbehavior differently from mothers, stressing real-world consequences.

and this part of the article tickled me: “It was talkative dads who gave the kids an edge.” hehe.

i guess it’s true that mums generally communicate with their kids more (in other words, ‘nag’), while dads are more verbally economical by virtue of being, well, males (unless of course, you’re a lawyer or a national debater or a taxi driver).

having had a father who was not very ‘involved’ or communicative, i’m glad that our generation of daddies has evolved and are taking a more active part in ‘fathering’.

meanwhile, the following is an example of the kind of, erm, lessons the Bapaknye has been imparting to the little one:

“aniq! superman!” —> *stretches arm outwards* —> little one stretches arm outwards

“batman!” —> *makes circular shape with index finger and thumb over eyes* —> little one pinches index finger and thumb over his eyes to the best of his (limited) abilities

“ultraman!” —> *makes a cross with two arms* —> little one gets mixed up with superman

“spiderman!” —> *makes squeezing motion with hands* —> at which point Maknye corrects Bapaknye on his gross misrepresentation of spiderman with proper wrist-flicking action —> little one gives up in confusion

“mickey mouse!” —> *wriggles fingers over head* —> at which point Maknye also gives up —> the little one, finding this doable, wriggles fingers over his head

etc.

i don’t know how much of an ‘edge’ the Bapaknye is giving him, but at least he’d know his comic book heroes, and that, surely, is important to know in the real world. :p

mickey man!

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so i picked up the paper some time ago and found something which piqued my interest, which then led me to more interesting stuff.

angelina jolie was quoted as saying:

“Someone saying to me that I’m thin is not a compliment. I’ve always been lean and this year I lost my mom and I’ve gone through a lot. I have four kids and I finished breastfeeding – it’s been hard to get my nutrition back on track. Instead of people saying I look like a person dealing with something emotionally, they assume it’s because I want to fit into skinny jeans.”

so i tried to google for a photo of her – no, not being skinny – but breastfeeding.

there was one, but detractors have claimed that it’s fake. oh well.

i was telling izad that the tummy flabs are coming fast and furious, and he tried to psycho me into jogging with him, but i didn’t have any running shoeees, i lamented. i asked if i could take pills instead, but he wasn’t too keen about giving me half his liver, so that’s out of the question. the last resort – i’ll just need to get pregnant again. then the fat is justified, and when i b/feed again, i’ll be skinny again! yes!

anyway, back to my googling, which led me to find other celebs who b/fed. and WOW! there’s like, a whole website dedicated to spotting celebs who are preggers, who’ve given birth, etc. and naturally, quotable quotes from stars who b/fed.

http://www.celebrity-babies.com/breastfeeding/index.html

yeah, i’m always happy reading about people b/feeding, STILL. macam fetish liddat. and celebrities – they have the power to inspire mere mortals, so it’s great that that they speak on the issue in public.

oh, and i also found this international breast milk project – more wow! it’s a programme for volunteers to donate breast milk to the babies in africa orphaned by HIV. very noble cause. imagine, you can be the ‘ibu susuan’ (milk mother) of many african babies, no need to adopt them ala angelina or madonna!

and today’s straits times, there’s a front page report on filipino mothers staging a protest against milk powder companies, by baring their painted breasts to the media. goes to show that you DON’T need to be hollywood celebrities to get the message across, after all.

“The companies making baby-milk formula, led by Nestle, whose founder invented the product 137 years ago, and a clutch of American health-care giants, have long drawn fire for hard selling an expensive and – if mixed with unclean water – potentially lethal product in the developing world. Breastfeeding campaigners say that has gulled generations of mothers in poor countries into believing infant formula is superior to their milk.”

i suppose their agenda is slightly different, in that it really affects the infant mortality in the country. according to Unicef, 16,000 infants die a year in the Philippines from incorrect feeding practices, including the use of formula mixed with contaminated water. and more and more poor, low-income people there have fallen prey to the advertising message that infants raised on formula will grow up to do well in school, and thus find good jobs. they also regard b/feeding as “old-fashioned, low-class and backward”. how sad.

the filipinos are surely one of the strongest advocates in b/feeding. i was hosting a group of filipino officials just last month, and during our discussion on infant care centre facilities, one of them was really impressed and happy when i told them that it’s a requirement to have a separate fridge for storing b/milk. they were even more impressed when i told them that many working mothers here are encouraged to express b/milk with the availability of nursing room facilities.

yeah, yeah. here i go again, huh, being all militantist? tsk.

now, somebody hand me some paint… *unbuttons shirt*

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“di mana dia,
anak kambing saya?
anak kambing saya,
yang namanya aniq!”

… everybody now!

i started the ‘kid’ (ha ha) on goat’s milk after some researching (and soul-searching), and whaddaya know – he likey!

so much so that the two litres of hay’s goat’s milk delivered at the doorstep on the dawn of thursday morning was all gone in 60 seconds. ok lah, ‘kid’ding (ha ha), by saturday morning, actually.

since that went down well (literally), we scouted around mustafa centre for a powdered version. according to my colleague and fellow avid b/feeding mum who weaned off both her healthy kids on goat’s milk, you can get it for two dollars cheaper there than at ntuc.

and whaddaya know – he likes it very muchly too!

so the conclusion is: my anak kambing is a greedy little goat who will wallop anything that’s given to him.

or, it actually tastes good, contrary to popular belief.

i tried taking a whiff of the goat’s milk, and it was surprisingly quite… pleasant. no, err, goaty smell (not that i know what goats smell like, but i’m assuming it’s akin to someone who hadn’t bathed in a month), just a normal fresh-milk smell.

and for the powdered version, no goaty smell there either; it’s pretty well-masked by a nice vanilla smell.

after five months of plying cow’s formula on the little one, i can’t help but find the smell and taste rather… metallic, and unpleasant. my sensitive nose is quite turned off by it, especially when discarding unconsumed milk from the bottle. it smells… pukey. maybe it’s just me, but i simply don’t like the smell of formula. (yes, i’ve tried a couple of them). :S

i really can’t be too sure of the long-term benefits of goat’s milk, and i’m certainly not gonna declare that it’s better than cow’s milk (like i did, and always will, with b/milk) – i is no scientist after all. just a (cerewet) mom going with her gut feel.

well, a little googling helped too…

- goat milk is a far better emulsion than cow’s milk;
- the oil globules of goat milk are one-fifth the size of cow’s milk;
- the reaction of goat milk is alkaline (the same as mother’s milk), whereas cow milk gives an acid reaction;
- the curd in goat milk is small and flocculent, hence easily digested and assimilated, while cow milk has large dense curd that is largely indigestible and causes an excess of catarrh and constipation;
- the goat is a browser fond of herbs and barks (as opposed to a cow, which is a grazer), and thus its milk is high in silicon—silicon is the enemy of tuberculosis, which is never found among goats or goat milk but flourishes among cows;
- goat milk is naturally homogenized, but in our attempt to duplicate this process in cow milk something went wrong;
- and, finally, The Journal of the American Medical Association, the official organization of 100,000 physicians in the U.S., under the heading “Dietetics and Hygiene??? says: “The goat is the healthiest domestic animal known. Goat milk is superior in every way to cow’s milk. Goat milk is the ideal food for babies, convalescents and invalids, especially those with weakened digestive powers. Goat milk is the most healthful and complete food known.”
- from ‘the national association for child development’

there seems to be a lot of controversy surrounding cows versus goats, and it probably has little bearing to many mothers who are perfectly comfortable with their current choice of formula (if they are no longer b/feeding).

maybe i subconsciously resent the formula companies for marketing their products so effectively and successfully, and for taking over my milk-producing duty, that i kinda wanna rebel against them. macam personal vendetta liddat. and since the goat is the underdog (like b/feeding seems to be, sigh), i’m inclined to give them the support. (great, it’s not enough that human’s milk has been politicised, even the different animals’ milk has joined the fray!)

The nutritional value of goat milk has been acknowledged by many cultures for centuries. However, the cow milk industry around the world has developed in a more sophisticated manner in terms of production, marketing and research compared with the goat milk industry. The key benefit which the cow milk industry enjoys is that cow milk can be produced more economically than goat milk, largely due to the greater productivity of the cow. However, the economic advantages do not necessarily mean that cow milk is more suitable for human consumption. In fact, many consider that goat milk is closer to human milk.
- from Dairy Goat Co-op (NZ)

anyway, it’s a parental right for a first-time mum to experiment on her first child, isn’t it? hee. i’ll keep him on this for a while, and see if his very mild eczema (itchy and scratchy joints) and phlegm will go away for good. so far, the runny nose has stopped. then again, could be the antibiotics and snuffle babe vapour rub i’ve been slathering on his feet at night doing their tricks.

now, if only they sold human b/milk in the market…

(THEN i’d happily quit my job and ‘milk’ myself full-time – for $$$, yeay!)

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mum told me how the boy was watching hi-5 the other day and suddenly went up to the tv screen and pointed at one of the girls wearing a low spaghetti strap with, i suppose, a fair amount of cleavage revealed. and he went “tehteh”… which cracked mum up.

and we were sitting around that evening reading magazines and newspapers when something caught his eyes.

he stared intently at umie aida’s ample, in-yer-face erm, assets which were prominently featured on the cover of manja (i don’t wonder if the readership of pakciks increased twofold with this issue)… and mum asked, “tengok tetek? mana tetek?” to which, my TekBoy promptly pointed at the said erm, assets.

right on da money, baybeh. (TAPI, mak harap kau dah besar JANGAN ogle macam gitu sudah eh! HEP!)

after a while, he kinda lunged at me with a short whine, and i so skillfully deflected his attention towards another magazine with no offensive mammaries on the front page.

sometimes my mum still goes “kasi lah dia tetek, dia nak ngempeng aje, kesian…” and i’d grit my teeth and tell her, well duh, don’t keep going on reminding him then. coz he does understand what we’re talking about, that boy.

and you know, she sounds EXACTLY like her own mother, believe it or not, and i don’t think she’s even aware of it. see, my lovable but forgetful grandma, she’d always go “kesian, dia nak tetek, kasi lah dia…” EVERY SINGLE TIME the little one lets out a mere squeak when he was a baby. and i’d have to tell her, “dahhh nek, BARUUUU kasi tadi”. and she’d repeat this line again and again throughout our stay, hehehhee. it’s quite funny and i didn’t mind her, coz she does that anyway, repeats the same questions and remarks to everyone, due to her short-term memory.

so anyway, i kinda miss it now, like i guess he does occassionally… but you gotta stick to your decisions and move on.

and that’s that.

ps: don’t worry, we also make sure he knows other more proper body parts, eg. nose, ears, toes, belly button, etc… hehe.

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i wanted to ‘password-ize’ this entry coz of the erm, what some may feel is the rather ‘unsavoury’ business of boobs. (i can picture the guys’ eyes turn round as saucers, but don’t worry, they will be duly disappointed if they read on.)

but it’s pretty groundbreaking news.

what i want to talk about is something close to my heart (literally)… yes, you know where i’m getting at – tekmilk and aniq’s tek-pendency.

and what i want to announce is:

we have officially, successfully, and surprisingly, painlessly, weaned off each other, tek-wise.

!!

let me recap my journey of tek-hood.

the lil fella gulped down one full year of BM aka tekmilk (of which he’d staged a strike against the bottle for a few weeks in his fourth month before begrudgingly succumbing to the inevitable silicone teat and sterile bottle when i went back to work in the fifth month).

one full year of lugging around my borrowed pumps (and a perpetual love-hate relationship with them).

one full year of nursing bras (and sweaty breastpads, till i stopped buying them and ended up with the occassional wet tshirt – no, no, it’s definitely not the stuff of fantasies, boys, it’s very – i repeat – VERY unglamourous and tak stim langsung).

one full year of revolving my life around his feeds (and not leaving him behind on dates and outings for more than half a day if i can help it).

as soon as we reached that first-year mark, i knew it was time to let go. so the day after he turned one, i’d begun him on his FM journey, the last he’d tasted it being at the hospital when he was born.

then the thirteenth month came along, and again, he staged a similar coup – refusing the bottle with the ‘offending’ FM. (dah satu bulan minum baru tau lain ke? haha!) it’d gone along fine at first. i’d cut down my pumping sessions, so that he still had half BM and half FM per day, and direct feeds in the mornings and evenings when i was around. it’d also become a force of habit for him to automatically turn to the teks as soon as we stepped into the coltmobil aka BFmachine. ho ho! a sticky situation we have here, i thought…

then a friend advised me to mix the BM with FM, gradually lowering the amount of BM and increasing the FM till he gets used to it again, and that actually worked when i was not home. on weekends, i began bringing him out with a bottle of FM and a steely resolution, as well as a bag of distraction tactics, eg. gave him biscuits to make him thirsty, showed him the scenery, whatever it took to make him forget.

my mum and i reckon that this happened to be the period that he fell ill (fever/cough/runny nose) and his body was probably instructing him to get more tekmilk to boost his immune system. well, that’s what we THINK anyway. plus, his gums were swollen at the time, and his appetite to eat had gone down too.

but he got better, and every weekend thereafter, i increased the FM, and limited direct feeds to morning and evening. i stopped pumping altogether early this month, as i slowly let my supply dwindle, from 200ml… till the last i pumped, a mere 80ml.

i have to say that my body did take some time to adjust. there’s a case of what O told me was the ‘blip’ (no, i’m not censoring anything, that’s what it’s called, apparently, but i can’t seem to google anything on it). it caused lumpy blocked ducts and i had no choice but to make him (and by him, i mean aniq) solve the problem for me.

you always hear that bedtime feeds are the hardest to drop, and i really thought so too. but he continued to surprise me by accepting a bottle of FM before bed (distraction tactic: tv!), and proceeded to do his other nightly routines of reading some books and rolling around in his cot till he falls asleep by himself. i always thought he couldn’t sleep without the teks, but i was wrong! just like the time i was proven wrong when he slept through the night all by himself in his own room at 8 weeks.

i think, perhaps, he has this… intrinsic independent streak that has made him a relatively ‘easy’ baby, in a sense. we’re blessed, i’ve no doubt about it. of course, with his strong desire to be independent, comes other not-so-easy problems! like… immediately running off the OPPOSITE direction whenever we put him down (and not even looking back to find us). wanting to do things by himself although he’s not physically capable of doing them yet (think sofa stunts and messy meals). and you know, with a gungho little person like this, the possibility of him getting into all kinds of trouble and accidents is MASSIVE. :S

anyway, i never really set myself a target as to when to wean him off totally, and if i felt that he really needed comforting, he’ll still get them. coz that’s what they’re only good for now, comfort. (that refrain, “everybody need a bosom for a pillow”, suddenly comes to mind, heh.)

so, that day we went to the parade, was also the first time he went without the teks throughout the day. he didn’t ask, i didn’t offer. and for those of you who know us well, would know that this is big news coming from the TekBoy himself!

and the coltmobile is now a safer place because he’s stopped clambering out of his carseat to get to my boobs. of course, distraction tactics are still at play – a small box of cornflakes at his side to munch on, a frisbee to bang on, a straw to chew on, a mini magna doodle to, err, doodle on, a ball to throw around. however, mum was clearly disgusted by the state of the backseat of coltmobile when she rode on it yesterday, and promptly nagged and picked up stray cornflakes crumbs and other tiny swallowable objects i’d dropped while wrestling the lil fella. (mothers! we can never do anything to please them, can we?)

he now drinks up his FM with relish and anything goes. gain IQ, dugro, enfagrow… bedal ajer lah!

so there. my glorious BF days are, hmm, i guess… over.

i don’t feel hungry anymore.

disgusting tummy flabs have made threatening comebacks.

my boobs have shrunk back to it’s dismal borderline B. (Boohoo!)

but thank you. you’ve been of good service for almost 15 months. i’ll miss the times we had.

till the next round….

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he was uncharacteristically subdued and whiny the whole day on saturday, and when his cheeks flushed red, we took a nice drive out to the docs that evening.

he was weighed in – finally passed the 10kg mark! – and his temperature checked – close to 40 degrees. the nurse gave him a dose of paracetamol and something to sponge him with.

then we waited for his temperature to drop. his eyes glazed and did i mention he was UNUSUALLY subdued?

bagos jugak sakit tau, duduk diam sikit. hehee.

about half an hour later, his temperature went down one degree… and OFF HE WENT! running around the entire floor, climbing on the weighing machine, making passes at a little toddler girl (complete with flying kisses), being cheeky with the nurses, and… generally being back to his normal ol’ self.

oh well.

(urm, wreaking havoc at an undisclosed shopping centre later that night. parents took the opportunity since they were already out to stock up on depleted diapers.)

it was a viral infection, most likely caused by his one and only cousin dadam, who has been having a runny nose for the longest time yet INSISTS on kissing the little bub “satu kali ajerr”. banyak punya satu kali eh.

that night, we laid out the mattress in the hall, put him in the skimpiest outfit of singlet and shorts, sponged (or rather, towelled) him some more, and the three of us rolled around and had a lil camp-in, in front of the teevee.

i love that we have this whole space to ourselves, our own X square meter of floor area that we call home. i remember when i was young, i wished i could just move out and live in my own house so that i could do ANYTHING i wanted in it… like, eat ice-cream and chips any time of the day, or leave the bed messy without anyone nagging at me, or have a slumber party with a few hot hunks.

well, whaddaya know. this hunk, literally hot. ;p

(tearing his hair out with all my fussing. hee. i’m sure he’ll wish to move out and live in his own house sans his parents too some day…)

(… as soon as he gets over his Tek-dependence.)

so anyway, yeah, the whole weekend crept by uneventfully, POOF! just like that, not doing anything except stay within the confines of our X square meter of floor area. which is, hmm, quite a rare thing, actually. and ironic, since we used to believe that we’d stay home more than go out once we had our own place. hah, right.

(BUT heyy, according to dr j/a/z/l/a/n in last week’s berita minggu, i didn’t slack at all and did a TOTAL of four hours of aerobics and burnt 1200 calories over the weekend! woohoo! [ok, you actually have to hunt for a copy of BM to get what i mean.])

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the Zombie Mummy is now back to Human mode after three excruciating days of work at the Zombie Office. she’s still recovering from the shock of having to go back to work after that nice long holiday.

the night before she transformed into the Zombie, though, she did manage to have a bit of a last hurrah thing with some friends who were also to turn into Zombies the next morning.

the boys too had a last late night out to mark the end of the holidays. sigh. so clueless they are.

did i tell you he didn’t want anything to do with the milk bottle for the five straight days he was home with me over the hols? wuaahuahaa. manja eh kau. see your brudder rayhan, so nice and chubby. next to him, your biceps also fail lah bo-boy.

but when i’m back at work and the old routine of staying at his oma’s in the day resumed, he finished up all his milk, in the bottle no less.

hmph. (another reason why i shouldn’t be a sahm – my boobs will sag like a nenek with ten children in no time.)

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so yeah, we DID crack open the tin of wholesome moo-ness the day after One. (and you thought i’d chicken out eh, anne? heh.)

twas… thick. and bubbly.

i made sure he was really thirsty by then, so he gulped the whole thing down in a jiffy.

doo-dee-dooo…

you’ve been punk’d, hunny! HAHA!

erm, that tasted… funny. *burp*

so there. not such a big deal after all, huh? :p

i’m still expressing, though not as much, so he’ll still have his daily fixture of TekMilk for that boost of antibodies. also, i intend to keep the factory working for a bit longer, especially for weekends coz, erm, i’m still not too keen on being a ‘milk bartender’ when we go out. (bad, lazy mum.)

and besides… $24 PER TIN, NO JOKE SIA!

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