tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27312127266780329672024-03-12T20:02:12.168-07:00Blogging My Parenting LifeShare my wonderful life with my children!ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-38642701007110710072013-01-23T22:00:00.000-08:002013-01-23T22:06:08.208-08:00My son does not feel he belongs to me.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Recently Hong Jin was being asked: “Who does Hong Jin belongs to”? and he answered
“Kakak”. Kakak means the Indonesian maid who takes care of him since he was
born. When he was asked, “Who does your sister belongs to?” He answered “mommy
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<span lang="EN-US">Then, we told him “Can you call your kakak
Mommy since you belong to her?” He denied. What are all the reasoning to these answers? This is the sad story for a busy working mother. For
me, I always feel sorry to him since I spent less time with him, and make him
feel I care his sister more than him, so his sister belongs to me, but he doesn't.
My little Hong Jin, mommy wants to let you know mommy loves you both; mommy is just
too busy and tired to talk, or play with you.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The good thing is I know my maid really
takes good care of him, and makes him feel safe and happy.</span></div>
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deep inside him, mommy is still mommy, *<>*</span></div>
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<br />ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-4302112787387805762013-01-23T20:24:00.000-08:002013-01-23T23:36:39.975-08:00我家有儿不肯上学When my boy refused to go to school<br />
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">情形终於慢慢好转了,院长说他适应得很好,哭得少了,</span><span lang="ZH-CN"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: SimSun; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">还可以和小朋友一起玩了,可他还是睡醒哭不要上学。孩子,我们要一起加油。遇到同样问题的妈妈们,也要加油!</span></div>
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><strong>Most parents faced the same situation like me when they brought their kids to preschool. Accompanying them to familiarize the school and the teachers for 1-2 weeks is a must for some kids. My boy struggles hard not to go to school, having bad dream, begging not to bring him to school.</strong></span></div>
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<span lang="ZH-CN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><strong><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we are around, he always sit close to us, afraid that we will leave him alone.This give no chance to the teacher to get close with him. I finally realized the point that we must leave him and not accompaning him in school(after he had familiar with the environment in school) is to get the him to build trust with the teachers.This really works, my boy now cried less and can play with friends...although he still crying when we want to get him to school in the morning.</span></strong> </span></div>
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ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-65864696409057807552012-10-08T18:59:00.000-07:002012-10-08T18:59:06.300-07:00Being Princess ....On Her Own<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My girl, took part in her school's costume competition last 2 week. I was in China that time and not able to help her to dress up and make up. Luckily her friend's mother helped her to make up, and another friend's mother snapped this nice picture for me. </div>
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All girls dream to become princess...she is no exception. She was now brave to walk on stage and even showed some posts.</div>
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She seems to enjoy participating in those school activities now. The first Chinese poem citing, she was still too nervous to speak out, audience can't even hear her voice. But the second Chinese story telling, she told me she was brave to speak out loud. Although she is still far from winning a prize, I am proud of her because she is in the journey of gaining self-confidence.</div>
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<br />ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-58753965088355689302012-06-18T22:47:00.000-07:002012-06-18T22:47:05.602-07:00三岁的叛逆和自我意识虽说是养了2个孩子,对于管教孩子还是不能得心应手。常常被自己老妈投诉孩子坏,一点就大喊大叫。可是,老妈呀,你可知道我也是速手无策。<br />
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迈进三岁的宏缙,开始不听话了,我行我素,喜欢做的东西不给就大哭,我想这就是叛逆期了。常爱拿扫把当刀枪, 挥来挥去,我们要他收起,他当耳边风, 什么东西都要自己做,自己冲凉,自己吃饭,昨天看我帮他姐姐挖耳朵,他竟然说他要帮姐姐挖,可见他觉得自己的能力范围还蛮大的。当我看着他拿花洒自己冲凉的那一刹那,小小的身躯,水都不能准确的喷到头发,心想这孩子开始要独立自主了。<br />
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看了专家写关于三岁的自我意识,用哭来引人注意,还说没有叛逆期的孩子不正常, 因为会比较没有意志力,(暗暗自喜),只要做妈妈的细心引导, 孩子是会安然度过这过度期的,难免宽心了点。<br />
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说到我这儿子,他还是有很多可爱的地方。昨天让他睡觉时听到他改歌词,妈妈唱,“小宝宝,快睡觉,明天一早起来”,他接着唱,‘小宝宝,快睡觉,明天一早起来吃lollipop"。三岁的他也常让人出乎意料吧!<br />
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<br />ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-64288851850706954442012-06-16T21:03:00.000-07:002012-06-16T21:03:43.936-07:00Kuala Lumpur tripRecently during the mid school holiday, we brought our kids to Kuala Lumpur, a long trip i consider because they have never leave home for such a long time - 4 days.<br />
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We first brought them to KLCC, to see the beautiful Malaysian-pround Twin Tower. They first "wah" and excited when seeing so many sky-rocketed buildings. Later, for some reason it seem bored for them already(maybe due to long hours sitting in the car, because their father didn't know the direction well). We visited the Aquaria in KLCC, which i think not bad to visit, the most giant view is the long tunnel where we saw 2 big sharks, monster fish(魔鬼鱼), tortoise and many other unknown fishes.<br />
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Finally at the last night we stayed in K.L., the tired little Hong Jin begged us to go home. When we asked him whose "home" to go to, he said " Hong Jin's home". Although we have wonderful time during the trip, still the most comfortable place is our home. "Home Sweet Home", even to the little one.<br />
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</div>ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-69711867134525755972012-04-24T22:57:00.002-07:002012-06-15T18:47:29.411-07:00A mother's worry of lower English in Chinese Primary SchoolMy daughter, Jin Hui has been attending Chinese Primary School for 4 months. In Malaysia, the Chinese Primary School means teaching and communicating in Chinese where the students are also being taught Malay and English languages but regretfully English is only taught 1 hour per week.<br />
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Basically, she likes the school, the teachers and friends and begin to like learning Chinese. Writing in Chinese was a suffer for her when she was in kindergarten because Chinese was introduced to her at a later stage after she learnt the easier English writing. I am very thankful to her teachers who are very detailing in correcting her minor Chinese writing error. I could foresee she will master Chinese language very well in the next few years.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Most of the school buildings are funded by Malaysian Chinese public, <br />
the names of the major donators are written on the buildings.</td></tr>
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However, the disadvantage to send to Chinese Primary School is they are getting less chance to study English, which is undeniable important for her future life, either in higher education or working. How can I help her to be competent in English as well, especially able to speak in English loud without shy? Besides, I am quite surprise to find out how simple and easy is their Standard One English's textbook. They are still teaching "good morning, good afternoon... and other simple single words, which they have learned well 2-3 years before in their kindergarten. They never have an English spelling while they have Chinese and Malay spelling every week. Most of the Malaysian children attended 2-3 years of preschool and already have some min. explosure on English, and i think some changes must be made on enhancing the level of the English standard, but not to debate over and over again about teaching Mathematics and Science in English. Just remember ~ children are able to learn as much as they are challenged.<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
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<br />ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-37559651437153719722012-04-24T02:33:00.001-07:002012-04-24T02:33:23.105-07:00Exploring Grandma's Garden<br />
My little son loves to explore his grandma's garden...almost every evening except the raining days. He learns to name the trees, the fruits, enjoying touching the plants too.<br />
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He sometimes accompanys the grandma to pick the chilli. Maybe someday he can help her grandma to plant the trees, to clear the grasses, and learn the art of growing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Give me a SMILE before our exploration!</td></tr>
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</div>ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-60009247829573056092012-03-20T18:59:00.000-07:002012-03-20T18:59:28.942-07:00天真的两岁忙得透不过气, 还是要偷些时间写下孩子们成长的点点滴滴, 好让这些回忆在老来细细回味。<br />
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宏缙两岁四个月,讲的话有时像大人。<br />
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芊卉姐姐被妈妈骂时, 他会看着妈妈说, “妈妈骂姐姐啊? 姐姐没有听话的喔?"<br />
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有时被人说他不可以做这样,做那样, 他会很快的反应:"我都没有!" 一副清白的样子.<br />
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他超爱他的被单, 我说妈咪没有, 他就会帮我盖一点, 说他跟妈咪share share.<br />
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妈咪陪他睡觉, 突然他说要去冰箱看看有什么, 看到有糖果, 他会以退为进, 先说;"妈咪, 暗暗不可以吃糖糖的, 是吗?' 妈咪说是的. 过了一分钟, 他又用同一招,结果妈咪累了先问他, 是不是要吃糖糖? 他才点头说是, 妈咪只好妥协了.<br />
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妈咪要出门去做工,婆婆帮忙把他骗进家里,不让他看见妈咪出去, 连续8天,婆婆都用同一招都还管用, 就是说去婆婆房间看蟑螂,他却每次都信以为真, 孩子就是这么的天真!<br />
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One day, surprisingly i saw she made her own "ic" to put in her new wallet. She once asked about my identity card in my wallet and wonder why she doesn't have one, and i told her to make her own one.<br />
She really keep in mind and made her own.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Remember Jin Hui's graduation dance of "Gao San Qing"? My 2 years old Hong Jin can dance too! We were amazed to see he danced when we sang the song one day. He is not shy at all to present in front of crowds.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The funniest part now is he will immediately lie on the floor whenever we sing this song regardless of what he is doing.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Little Hong Jin was so excited to meet with many relatives(old faces and new faces) and greeted them with his style of “Gong Xi Fa Cai, Hong Pao Na Lai”. He loves to watch the fireworks; whenever there is a firework sound from the neighborhood, he will quickly left whatever he is doing and find his father to grab him high to see the fireworks.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can feel he is uneasy to let me go to work after a week of close companion. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sister Jin Hui was on the other hand happy with no school day. She now begin to know the value of money, and kept negotiating with me to keep more of her ang pow money. Hope she will learn to calculate the money soon and no longer being cheated.(She was being cheated by a new friend to exchange RM 2 with 3 coins total to 80cents but she thought she was getting advantage).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two days before Christmas, Jin Hui asked, “Mummy, do we celebrate Christmas?” To her little mind, Christmas is a fun festival with Christmas present ….Santa Claus …and Christmas Tree but she never has all these! Haha, but she knows Santa Claus is fake; she told me “our world does not have Santa Claus”. It is true (because she never get surprise present from Santa Claus) but not totally true. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, we couldn’t bring her Santa Claus, but we can surprise them with Christmas present and Christmas tree AT HOME! Yes, why not we decorate our own Christmas tree.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ta..lah…here is our little Christmas tree, just the same height as little Hong Jin. He will be busy all day picking the ornament. They are also very excited to tell everybody that we have a Christmas tree at home! I think it warmed their little hearts; at least the Christmas is something to them this year.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">As expected, he cannot allow his hand not to touch.</span></td></tr>
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<div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-58071465527725742332011-11-24T02:21:00.000-08:002011-11-24T16:34:48.344-08:00Are we over-rewarding the kids?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We give prizes for kids when they perform excellent in exam, finish their homework or helping with the household chores. I think modern parents are so addicted to this rewarding method and so am I. The situation can be sometimes out of control that the kids threaten back that he/she wouldn’t do what we want them to do if their demands are not fulfilled. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The questions rose: are we over-rewarding the kids? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After some reading, there are few things I need to be careful when I reward them next time.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1)</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Reward based on good behavior not on good result</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Children that have grown based on expecting reward can feel disappointed when it does not come. I once heard a story about a primary school student who expressed deep disappointment when he scored only 7A over 8 subjects. It was like the end of the world for him. When being asked further, it was the reward that he doesn’t get that upset him but not his feeling on the grade. Could you imagine whether he will still study hard when the rewards go away?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; text-indent: 1.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A long term more effective way is to reward the good studying habit rather than the result or score. This is of course more difficult to measure or monitor compared to reward based on their exam report, but it is more important that we instill their good habit or behavior since kids to ensure perseverance.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2)</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Reduce the reward frequency</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We need to increase the value of the reward to suit their ever increasing desire if we reward too much. After they have all sorts of toys, books, are them still be interested if you reward them with small items like sticker, coloring books or pretty pencil box? No, they will ask for more and I guess they will certainly ask for an expensive ipad or even smart phone one day. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Instead of rewarding, we need to help them focus on the self-satisfaction derived from the achievement they have made. It is the self-enjoyment that fuel further learning. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No more rewarding on finishing homework, but to reward based on self-discipline.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hope I can reward her of taking good care of his brother one day.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As for my little son, the highlight is while we sang the “Happy Birthday” song in front of the birthday cake. He was so excited about this moment; sing the song, blow the candle, and then cut the cake. Before everyone began singing, he was the first one to sing out loud “Happy birthday to you” and made everyone laughing. Then, he followed everyone to sing the whole “Happy Birthday” song and impatiently waiting for our instruction to blow the candle.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The owner, PETRONAS might invest much in this Dino Trek to make the dinosaurs so real and “alive”. I love the dinosaur’s egg parts which the eggs hatch and dinosaur babies came out. They looked so cute and they said the dinosaurs parent also take good care of their babies. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My little son was a bit scared at first because of the giant size of the dinosaurs. But he and his sister enjoyed most at the dinosaur’s fossil finding sump. The big sister said it is like playing sand at the beach but with “air-conditioner on”; didn’t understand much about fossil finding actually. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are also some games there for bigger kids, like gun shooting dinosaurs, running with dinosaurs and educational stuffs about dinosaurs. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids favorite...fossil finding or playing sand?</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think we need to teach him more about this, may be this is what terms as “eye-hand coordination” which is an important skill development as toddler. He also cannot do the “THUMBS UP” sign. Haha, he will show the index finger, but not the thumbs. Never mind, my little son, you will learn one day. </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-59648480777984549472011-09-22T20:29:00.000-07:002011-09-22T20:29:29.360-07:00Both Kids Are Sick With Food Poisoning<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last Saturday morning, my daughter was down with high fever and vomiting after every eating/drinking. The doctor diagnosed her with food poisoning and gave her the medicine for fever, vomiting and reduce air in the stomach, luckily there is no need of antibiotic because it is caused by virus most probably. The situation seems okay in the evening and she asked for many foods to eat after a day of fasting because of the feel of vomiting. Her serious high fever come back again in the first night and finally recovered on the second day’s evening. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And yesterday, my son also began to show the same symptom, perhaps being spread from his sister. He has mild fever, tired and also vomited everything he ate/drank (about 4 times in a night). So, I have no choice to give him some of the anti-vomiting medicine that the doctor subscribed to his sister but at lower dosage. The funny thing is this little fella likes to drink medicine, he kept asking for more medicine ..."I want, I want". Unlike his sister, we need to pursuade with both soft and hard methods to have her drink the medicine. After like 20 minutes, I gave him about 4 ounces of milk (he drinks 6 ounces normally) and he vomited lightly after that. I felt more relief because he can begin to take some fluids after the medicine. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We need to keep close monitor of his situation then.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Important thing to remember when kids have this situation is to keep them hydrated with plenty of fluids especially if with diarrhea and introduce drinks/food slowly so that their stomach can adjust to the food intake. If they have high fever, put a wet towel on their forehead to quickly dissipate the heat.</span></div>ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-67035398196246760432011-09-05T19:57:00.000-07:002011-09-05T19:57:27.938-07:00Homemade Sushi<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After the long raya and merdeka holiday, I feel fresh and much energetic, so decided to try making sushi at home . Recently my husband is so addicted to sushi, especially the eel sushi, plus my daughter loves the maki sushi too(She doesn’t like the eel sushi, but only likes the sushi with cucumber filling; the cheapest sushi). We can easily find all ingredients necessary to make sushi in local supermarket except the eel that I have to order it from a friend whose mum is operating a small sushi shop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The whole piece of eel (cost about RM 30) is already cooked and we just need to put in a microwave to warm it up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Here is the picture of sushi I made: Unagi Nigiri and Maki Sushi with cucumber and egg. Not bad from the look, right? That is one thing good about home-made sushi : we can cut the eel bigger and have a mouthful of eel, compared to the little thin piece of eel when we eat at outside Japanese food shop.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At first, my daughter refused to eat the maki sushi, may be the flavor is too plain. I have done a trick by spreading the eel source (taste sweet) on top of the maki sushi, and guess what, she finished all the maki sushi I made for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><br />
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My experience comes from my 2 children, which has opposite childhood behavior; the big sister is very hot-temper, sensitive, and too afraid of stranger. She cried a lot at night and easily get sick when she was 1-2 years old, average to once a month. The little brother is just the opposite; cheerful, easy-going with stranger, more obedient and more easy to take care of.<br />
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After i had my second baby, i only realised this difference and it was linked to my emotion during the pregnancy. During the first pregnancy, my emotion is more tense due to work and family. I worked very hard and i seldom relax during my work. See, our working life makes about 70% of our life after deducting the sleeping time. Not happy at work means our life is not happy.<br />
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But, during my second pregnancy, i worked with more colleages who like to make fun everytime. The laughter, the food sharing and talks about our kids really help in relaxing the emotion. Besides, maybe we don't easily get angry while we get older. And there i got a happy and funny son.<br />
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Although those activities like listening to slow music, talk to your baby during the pregnancy may help a little, but i strongly believe the pregnancy emotion plays the bigger role.<br />
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So, mom-to-be, remember to make yourself HAPPY during the PREGNANCY so you will have a happy and healthy baby.<br />
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ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-48217497423876597082011-08-17T02:08:00.000-07:002011-08-17T02:08:55.782-07:00"Ah Mi Tuo Fo" by Hong JinRecently, Hong Jin learns to say "Ah Mi Tuo Fo"(it is a praying word for Buddhist, my mom always told us to say this when we are in confusion or difficulty). He just simply "Ah Mi Tuo Fo" here and "Ah Mi Tuo Fo" there. One day, his grandma pretended wanting to beat him up because he kept turning off the televisyen. When the grandma almost catched him, he kneed down and said "Ah Mi Tuo Fo", like asking for forgiveness. When the grandma heard this....she end up laughing instead of beating him. "How a little toddler like him understand the meaning of "Ah Mi Tuo Fo"?" She said.<br />
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His grandma then told everyone about this, sharing the joy the grandson brought to her.ChorEWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06525240777387513527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731212726678032967.post-20112592020111393122011-08-10T06:54:00.000-07:002011-09-01T03:18:01.101-07:00Butterfly farm visit<div class="O" v:shape="_x0000_s1026"><div style="mso-char-wrap: 1; mso-kinsoku-overflow: 1; mso-line-spacing: '90 20 0'; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">We finally managed to bring our kids to the Butterfly Farm in Penang island, which we have </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">planned since few months ago because Hong Jin loves butterfly. We expected he will be thrilled </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">when he saw so many butterflies at one time and it actually turned out to be so. He first puzzled </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">for a short while, and later enjoyed chasing and touching the butterflies. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;"> </span><br />
</div><div style="mso-char-wrap: 1; mso-kinsoku-overflow: 1; mso-line-spacing: '90 20 0'; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="mso-char-wrap: 1; mso-kinsoku-overflow: 1; mso-line-spacing: '90 20 0'; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">Besides butterflies, there are other insects and animals too such as scorpion, iguana, </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">snakes and etc. but the animal they like most is still the butterflies. When we were </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">heading to the exit, he was reluctant to go and keep running back to see the butterflies, TWICE! I </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial;">know he will miss the butterflies…maybe we will bring him there again. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When she visited the new born baby Hong Jin at the hospital, she cried terribly when she saw me with the new born baby in the baby room. We thought she was jealous because she never share mommy with anyone for the long period of 4 years. But, no, we were wrong; we finally got her answer that she cried because mommy did not wait for her to meet the baby brother. Her love for her baby brother started since my pregnancy, I guess. She kept asking about when will her baby brother came out from my stomach.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">However, things were different after the new arrival. The family attention shifted to the new baby and she started to feel jealous and hide at a corner to complain that nobody likes her. As her mother, I would try to spend more time with her, encourage her to play and have fun with her little brother, and tell her to take care and protect her little brother. I think she will gradually get used to share her mom’s love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nevertheless, the sibling rivalry happened almost every day after the little brother grows bigger and stronger. Big sister, Jin Hui is always the one who cry first, and little Hong Jin to show he is pity too. We just need to repeat so that they do not hurt each other but to take care of each other. I really hope they will grow up to share a close sibling bonding and to take good care of each other when we are not there for them someday.</span><br />
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There are many things I do but adults seem don’t like it. They will give me angry faces, and I will return them with a smiley face.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I like to pull my sister’s hair and see her crying. Then I will pad her hair softly back to calm her down. Then I will pull again…haha, it is fun.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I like to play with water. I will purposely dirty my hand so I have reason to wash my hand at the water tap. Sometimes, they allow me to play longer and it will end up to be a water -splash-wholebody fun.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I drink water, I like to spit the water out from my mouth. This wets the floor and my clothes. Then, I can play with the water on the floor. But when mommy is around with her finger ready to beat my mouth, I will swallow the water nicely.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I enjoy eating different kinds of food. When I don’t like them, I will spit out everywhere. Then, I will see many ants coming around.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I like to play with electric plugs and switch. It is wonderful when I switch, the light just turns on. But mommy always brings me away and told me they can shock me. What is the feeling of “shock”?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am very observing. Those little things on the floor will not skip from my eyes. I will put all things into my mouth to taste even the lizard’s litter.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I like to take out all my clothes from my closet. It is fun to bring all out and bring all in again for a boring toddler like me.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I like to switch off the TV so the adults don’t just ignore me. But grandma will frighten me with rubber band to beat me and ask me to switch on back. Sometimes, I will be a good grandson and switch on for her.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I like to play with my sister but sometimes she doesn’t allow me to play because she says I will mess up. So, I will grab her toys and run away quickly.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in auto;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The 10 first words we taught him to speak besides the papa, mama, jie jie (sister), popo(grandma), pepe(uncle), yiyi(untie), kakak(the maid) are like below:</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Xie xie (thank you in mandarin)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hot cili (he pronounced as hot cici)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Magic (when he hides things under the pillow)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">W-E-L-C-O-M-E (he pronounced as wahlah)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Moon (he pronounced more like mom)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lamp (this he say correctly)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Qie (cut in mandarin)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bird </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Open</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in auto 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mom mom(means things to eat)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVMvnLJZ14jNa_Js5fXPz9be74u-K4C4ebMxdVsWmFLqRj_dQgaz_K-KoJY1LpM_xow0Zehy8hDUjb9PdKAw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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