We didn’t think it was possible to have a difficult spirited firstborn and another baby in a similar mold. Guess what? We are wrong!


God made me cute so my parents will put up with me

I’m not quite sure where we went wrong. Genetics? Diet? 胎教; the fact that with both babies I was “blessed” with higher profile and increased responsibilities and worked right up to the day I popped? I didn’t have a restful, chilled pregnancy which resulted in my Type A children?

Can I have a different baby please?

Both my kids are NON-sleepers! How is that possible? Where have I gone wrong?

C never hardly slept; she was more interested in checking out her surrounding and listening to my soliloquies talking to mama. A isn’t much better. She loves sleeping only in a pair of human arms and wakes the moment her head touches anything non-living. What’s with that?

A couple of weeks ago we went apple picking and was on our way home when A woke up hungry. Her cries of hunger sounded more like mewing which prompted Mr. P to comment, “You have to admit, she’s a lot quieter than C was.” Well he completely jinxed himself; for most of last week, she really showed him her operatic tendencies. Once so loud and incessant that he had to manduca her around the block in the middle of the night, just as he had done with C 3.5 years ago!

The sisters won’t take a soother and now at 5 weeks and 2 days we are battling bottle rejection with A. She had taken the bottle like a champ since DAY ONE! Apparently this is fairly common as babies become self-aware in the 2nd month. But how is it that it’s only happening to my kids?!? 😭😭😭

C started rejecting the bottle around this time and never took a bottle, transitioning straight to a straw cup from a super young age so my helper could feed her once a day when I’m out. We ended up nursing for 18 months.

Unfortunately we do not have the luxury of me being a SAHM this time so Mr. P and my mum are having to deal with the feeding in the day until this get sorted. T-12 days till my mum leaves, I hope it works. It has to!!

P.S. One good thing with the bottle battle is that I have to stay out of sight, which means I get to take a nice siesta.

:: Bubba :: On Repeat


My cheeky, happy bunny

I’m starting to sound like a broken record; I’m so so proud of C the big sister.

(And it’s best record moments like these before they are at each other’s throats when they get older.)

This morning I popped A on our bed next to C who was just waking up. As I cuddled C, I asked, “You are mummy’s girl and A is daddy’s girl?”

“No. Ava is MY girl!”


C is so in love with A



I do not known a 3.5 year old who has not once acted out against the younger sibling not treat her with disinterest.

C first thought after mama and dada is Baby A. When I pick her up from school, she automatically asks after baby. When we eat ice cream, she says, “When A is older, she can share with me.”

It has only been a month since A came into our lives and yet C has made it seemed as if A has been a part of us all along (as in the last 3.5 years).

It is so amazing to watch C with A; no words can sufficiently describe what we witness everyday.

I pray to God their love for each other will only grow stronger and sustain them through the good and bad times all their lives.




Our family of four


Mummy’s girl

Pictures from Andrea Friedman Photography

:: Bubba :: A Loving Sister




I don’t want to shoot myself in the foot but I’m constantly amazed at what an amazing big sister my beloved firstborn is.

I’m not saying she doesn’t have her tanty episodes; she is 3.5 after all. In the 4 short weeks since A came into our lives, she’s has never once acted out against A. Even in her trying, preschooler moments, she has always been gentle and loving toward A.

Words cannot describe the love C has for A that we witness daily. I hope this will only grow as A becomes more interactive.

I’m so proud of C!

:: Motherhood :: No. 3?


There is a “How many kids should you have?” quiz making its round on Facebook. I took it, received a result of ONE and promptly tagged Mr. P. He ended up with THREE.

Uttering one of Clover’s frequently used phrases (of late), “NO WAY JOSE!!”

I truly, truly hate the infant stage. As mentioned earlier just when we were almost out of jail, we jumped right back in.

There’s no more travelling light; I can’t pop out of the house carrying just my wallet and keys as I have done with C for most of 2014 (she potty trained herself earlier this year). These days it’s all diapers, wipes, changing pad, change of clothes, nursing cover, muslin cloths, baby blanket (it’s Autumn now). And on longer trips, a bottle just in case Baby A doesn’t want to nurse. #FML

Not to mention I feel like I’m under house arrest at this point; scheduling my day around the baby’s feeding (and there are many) and nap schedule. My boobs are in pain when I wake up in the middle of the night and I smell like sour milk half the time!

I applaud mothers like D and P who make being a mum of three look so effortlessly chic. I am, unfortunately, not one of those Mrs. Put-Together. Sigh!

There most definitely won’t be a Callen or Kayla (those were the names I picked for no. 2 until a) we found out it’s a girl and b) C wanted Ava) in our lives.

P.S. My 5-8 year goal is to be senior and make enough money for Mr. P to be a SAHD. He is a better stay at home parent than I am and he is so patient. Plus he actually doesn’t mind doing that and can teach them Latin!

The Autumnal Equinox is on September 22, which made Saturday and Sunday the last weekend of Summer.

Unfortunately, Clover came down with a slight cold and cough (likely due to the changing weather). We skipped ballet since as I didn’t want her to pass it on to other kids in an enclosed space (and make me look like an irresponsible parent!).

On Saturday, we headed for a quick supermarket run where she somehow managed to pick up a box of cupcake mix when she was supposed to grab only a bag (or 3) of mini baking chocolate chips. (Note to self: do not let Mr. P grab stuff with the kid.)

We ended up baking cupcakes and making our own frosting after her nap time.


Licking the buttercream


Decorating her cupcakes


Et viola

The next day we headed out to Hillsdale, NJ for some apple picking fun. While Fuji apples were listed as ready, I think they could use another couple of weeks on the tree; it was too early in the season to find sweet Fuji. We came home with a bag of 16 apples which were a little too tart for my liking. But as Mr. P said, it was more for the experience than anything else.

Clover enjoyed it thoroughly and we printed a picture of her with the apples to bring to school to show her teachers today.


Helping daddy with the apple picking pole


Where is Clover?


Enjoying her spoils


Obligatory wefie


In the pumpkin fields


Apples AND pumpkins


Apple Picking Deets:

Demarest Farms

244 Wierimus Road,

Hillsdale, NJ 07642

$5 per person which includes hayride to the orchard (walking is to and from is prohibited)

$9 per bag of apples

The farm also has a store which has homemade apple cider and apple cider donuts (plain, cinnamon sugar and powdered sugar). The also serve burgers, bratwurst and hotdogs on an outdoor grill.

:: Motherhood :: My Reality


This is the opposite of what I feel like every day.

Unfortunately I’m not one of those mothers who look so effortlessly put together while juggling two or more kids and completing . I happen to be blessed with spirited, non-sleepers. Sigh such is life.

:: Bubba :: Oh my heart!

Oh darn you postpartum emotions… I feel like crying every time I lose my patience at little C because I have hurt her. I really need to work on my patience even when I’m flustered and racing against time.

I forget what a grown up 3.5 year old she is; and one with a lovely, sensitive soul. She is stoic like her father (ah that stiff upper lip thing) but I know she is extremely empathetic – she feels everything.

We went for ice cream yesterday; just Clover and Mama. I left my phone at home so it was just us at the park eating ice cream and chatting. We even sang and skipped home.

When we reached home, she was independently playing, chatted with her 婆婆 and gave her sister and me plenty of kisses and “I love you”s. It goes to show what benefit a little quality time does for her.

This is a timely reminder I must be patient and make sure to spend quality, one-on-one time with my beautiful first born. She is my heart!


My beautiful baby


Back when you were little


wefie smiles


“I’m bored now”


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