the priceless sunday school

And my adorable boy finally pose for pictures.

the children's favourite song

I may never march in an infantry

Shoot the artillery

1. ....... The Calvary

I may never zoom over the enemies but I'm in the Lord's army.

christmas for a 2.5yo.

We can't write a card for a 2 years old, so we had an idea...
We drew a Christmas message...

Amazing piece of work there right? Be envious of me, I married an artist.

win - win

Done something good and get something in return.
I met Samuel again to finish the 2nd part of the interview. He is doing an assignment, I took advantage of it making him a neutral listening ear that won't tell on me. All win situation. Yeah!
Talking helps me sort out my thoughts. Mostly negative to begin with, but after verbally expressed them I understood what were bothering me better. I was surprised by myself how much was I suppressing and these train of negative thoughts strung together made me unable to pick myself up.
Well, my disposition will have hidden these very well. I know my mask very well. I'm keeping it on to avoid hurting others or relnship.
At the end of tdy session, I felt lighter and heard and appreciated (strange but yes; at some point I felt sorry for being me). Bottling up was mentioned a lot in the session; not a new description, heard that since primary school.
The whole discovery was not magic but spirit led. Not by chance but by God's grace. I love the one that first love me.

Thaddeus and his new phase

Thaddeus is ill. He's down with flu and fever. His fever is new, the flu has been around for almost a week and recovering. I'm not sure if the fever was caused by the wait at the void deck yesterday during the heavy rain.
We're supposed to visit his school tmr; he's starting school next tues.
Did I ask God for a sign that Thad isn't ready and he started not going well to children's church, then the school dun have half day classes as planned and the calculation might be a little off. Then his flu takes forever to recover; now fever.
Gosh! I dunno am I negative or these are signs. But Thad seems looking forward to school. Especially this week when he's very bored at home. He will say "gai gai", then "wait papa", "papa work (wok)" ... Lastly, he'll say "papa, swimming please..."
co-incident? Mis-reading?

God, can you help me with this, please?

kayla is 2 weeks old

Kayla turns 14 days old tdy. It's been 2 wks after the c-sect operation, I'm still learning to pee and poo. I still can't feel the urgency of pee; and by the time I feel the urge to poo, it's too urgent. Both of the businesses are done with pain but decreasing by day.
Being a 2nd time mum makes care taking slightly easier; this time round our guess of reasons for her cries won't go too wrong. Breastfeeding is better managed; we can hold the seemingly fragile frame with more confidence.
But being parents of 2 is not easy. Paying attention to both, meeting their needs, etc...

Thaddeus is accepting the new sister well. He loves small, helpless looking animals so I guess that's how he sees Kayla now.

I'm totally thankful that Thad is receiving this well. I'm full of thanksgiving for my little family.

timing is just right

Thaddeus has fully recovered, lost lots of weight and feeling very hungry all the time now. Hus is doing well in his recovery too.

Thaddeus is now very stuck to my mum, she's his primary comforter now, though a little jealous, it's good for I will need time to recover from delivery soon.

Kayla is 36 wks now, I'm tired. Like an overstretched rubber band, I feel that I desperately need rest. Waking up for work, milk calls, etc is like moving a mountain. I hear myself saying to kayla... "anytime now anytime..."

Well, I know God knows best.

Expecting a Girl this time.

Hi update on my preggy status.

I had a detailed scan on 26 Feb 2010. The scan showed that we're expecting a girl this time. I'm in my 21st week now. I'm already feeling her movements, beautiful feeling. Amazing creation. We've got a little pink pink shopping to do for the next few weeks.

Very well. we have 1 gender each; just as i've prayed for. I realised, more with the 2 pregnancies, that it's only thru God's grace that every thing is possible.

I really thank God for his blessing of making my family. I married a great man, he's also a good father to Thaddeus. His only obvious vice so far is his TV addiction, which is manageable. Thank God for being hus' God too, and Thank God for his parents for his upbringing.

I also have a easy to manage first child - Thaddeus. He's easy, almost everyone can carry him from my arms easily. He sleeps well. He sleeps immediately after he wakes up for night feeds. He takes vaccination well; no high and persistent fevers. he's smiles alot and cheers us up. I love his dimples very much, hopefully his sister can get those too.

a heartwarming scene

Sunday, Ray and I rushed to church with a sleepy Thad as usual. We want to bring him to sunday school. Something not so usual was Terence's voice while we were walking up the stairs.

Terence was with Timothy at sunday school, he did what he does best. He sang in "tenor". Peter was teaching that day. It was very heartwarming as the group used to be next door in the Youth Fellowship room, now we've grown older and into the next stage of life.

Totally love the feeling of having almost everyone familiar in church again.

Thaddeus is 4 months now

Time flies...

It's been 4 months since I was pregnant. Thad is 4 months old now. He has his hair shaven to make the chinese brush.

Recollecting...

My 1st month a.k.a confinement was very tiring, the 2 hourly feed was quite a shock for me. I was really really tired. I tried to breast feed totally but Thad seems to be allergic to my perspiration ( i do take shower daily) so my mum advised me not to direct feed but to pump. Thad's skin really got better but my milk decrease slowly that i dint notice.

I was a little lazy to pump since i couldn't direct feed... MISTAKE... Dun ever do that. Either you pump or you direct feed no matter how his face looks. He's not bleeding or scratchy... just red.

Then dun think that i should not perspire... Oh please... that's only normal, your body is losing water so that the blood and water concentration in the body drops to normal since your body no longer need so much water to manage the foetus.

2nd month, i moved home. Then i had no time to eat cos i tried to do many things when Thad is sleeping. Thad was then sleeping short naps and woke up easily during the initial move back home. Then breastmilk continue to deplete...

what i've learnt, Thad could be left alone after 2-3 wks for a long time to sleep alone. Housework can wait, breastmilk supply dun usually comes back after it drops. If i were to do this again... I will just keep direct feeding and i will not move home alone. I'll get help for at least 2 months of the newborn.

His 3rd month was pretty smooth, visited Doc a few times. for immunisation, flu and bronchitis... Thad is one that doesn't fuss much so I did really enjoyed him. He behaves usual even when he's ill, he just sleeps alot more. He has many smiles when he had enough rests, he now reacts to pple. he smiles when you smile or tickle. Totally charming...

He has his dad's eyes, he's actually as hairy as Hus. He has pointed nose like both of us, he has many smiles like mummy, but Hus is smiling so much more with Thad around..

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We just passed Fathers' day. Thad and I made a card for papa. I printed Thad's handprint on the card where i wrote a list of gratitudes.

Mayb's departure

My elder sis has left for Thailand... *sobs* she asked me to update my blog often... *sobs* so i'm back. I guess even if i dun have lots of words, lots of pictures will be sufficient for her.

Believe me... this goodbye is very very difficult. I had been spending all of my time with her since the birth of Thad. I was staying at mum's for confinement. After confinement, i drove to CCK everyday when i'm not working...

that still aint enough.

I had never been so far from her and for so long. kind of hate the feeling... I can't even describe the feeling. it's more than losing a confidante, losing her to distance and availability. I also can't visit her as often as i hope to. Restricted financially, mobility (due to Thad) and availability (work)...

Though the missing is tough, i couldn't be happier for her than to know that she's right in the middle of God's salvation plan.

Btw, my sis has gone to thailand to run a school/hostel that house kids that are either orphans or has malfunctioning families. She's going there to teach and be a guardian to these pple and instill moral values. Above all, to tell of God's love...

God's love...

Pictures taken on her birthday 1 month before she left...

The moment we thanked God together.

We could have died together.

It’s been so long since I’ve last blog. There seem to be a million more important things to do than blogging. Often I chose household chores, catching up with sleep and spending time with Hus over it, and these are more than enough to stop me from BLOGGING…

I’ve decided to blog today, because… We were almost killed yesterday. Hus and I were riding in PIE after church to go home, when it’s near clementi ave 6 exit, at abt 80 to 90km/h a car in front of us swerved out of his lane sharply to the left. Hus realized it’s bcos there was a metal bracket on the floor. According to his description, because I dint see it myself, it’s a metal C-shaped faced down (as high as a road curb) right in the middle of the lane.

We were too close to brake, Hus just ran over it. The bike jacked up as though we were performing some sort of stunts, and landed in a fraction of a second. I let out a short scream when we hit it, I was a little disappointed with myself for being a screamer at times. While the landing was the worst of the whole incident, the bike was shaking(not terribly), but you know you’re going to fall and in that split second, I was ready to fall and looking at the other vehicles around us that was also traveling close to our speed…

I had no time to get ready to die but I know we’re at the verge of death. Somehow the bike steadied itself… I felt relieved and I asked Hus wat happened, he said we just ran over a plank. Then he slowly explained the incident while we were still on the bike, we dint stop to check the damage since we’re reaching our destination in less than 5 mins.

He asked me when we were driving into the carpark if I thanked God, I said I did, and he said he did. Then I knew he wasn’t sure we could make it at the moment he ran over the “hurdle”.

His account: He saw the block when it was too late, a strong braking is only going to throw both of us out of the bike definitely, but he dint brake solely because there’s no time to. The vehicles on our left and right held their breath as we leaped into the unknown.

Hus had flashes back of all his previous accidents, the thoughts of skin acting as friction before your stumbling body comes to a stop; we bit his teeth hard while he steadied the bike. His thoughts were similar to mine at the landing; he’s waiting for a fall that’s to come next. He felt a little more pressurized because he had his wife as a pillion. A family unit almost wiped out.

He was thankful that there was another help from above that steadied the bike. He knew instantly that he was not the reason why we weren’t sent skiing on tarmac, another Hand held on, he said.

It was a risk when he chose to mount the block, should the metal block isn’t hard enough, we might have skidded with it. If we dint manage to go over it, the bike would have been stopped by it and both of us will to thrown out of the bike and be rolling on the hard floor before the vehicles behind us determines our fate by stopping in time or not.

Everything above dint happened, we have a good God who preserved us for something we have yet know.

The impact of the incident: the front wheel got a deep cut. Hus is considering giving up riding. Lastly, we’re thankful for a good God.

He was there

Sunday was church anniversary. Hus was there with me, He’s off yesterday. I love going to church with Hus, I always feel very blessed and not lonely with the rest of the sweetest married couples around.

After church we went home before heading to Hus’ friend, Grace’s baby shower. We spent the whole evening at Grace’s with the ever-entertaining Arthur Wong, time always fly with him around. He has never ending craps in his head, made jokes out of everything that was there but he’s not rude when he does it. Accompanied by his rubber face that make expressions that fits or misfit totally made me laugh uncontrollably loud, as though there isn’t lady-likeness in me. But I enjoyed it; he delayed the blues taking effect in me on a sunday.

Hus was sleepy, we dint talk much after we got home. That’s the good night of miss drey… to the temporal earthlings of the night, good night!!!

Is ENOUGH enough?

Peter shared 1 Timothy 6:3-21 (Love of Money)

This passage is not new to anyone. Especially at verse 10 “for the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from faith and pierced themselves with many grieves” and it’s where Pete started his sharing.

He showed us many advertisements from The Straits Times he has collected over a short period of time. Pointing out how advertisers use “buying” as a way one can get everything (almost everything a Christian reads) he needs. This “buying” thirst cries out for more money… There’s so many advertisements that Pete pointed out. I can roughly remember 2… (sorry, memory is the inverse proportion with age…)

Carrefour – get the life you always want with Carrefour
BMW – get people talk about you. “he strike TOTO”, “He gained from the En-Bloc transaction”, “He just got promoted”

He’s short and sharp in the message; totally awakening for a 20mins of sharing. In verse 9: People who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into foolish and harmful desires that plunge men into ruin and destruction.

Quoting: We WANT pple to talk abt us, discuss about our lives and our wealth. That’s why we’re in constant need of money, MORE MONEY.

Well, it sure made me reflect on my life (or course, it involves Hus’), we both worked hard to keep our jobs that pay us and our CPF accounts so that our flat is paid for monthly. We’re comfortable with our lives, neither extravagant nor hungry, and not yearning for more. Does that make us better than those who drive big cars or stay in lavished homes?

I’m sure we won’t mind extra dollars to go to exclusive dive locations all over the world. Does this make us denial of God’s masterplan?

Hus isn’t one who will go out of way to get more money; he seems contented with what is given. His faith shines when he’s in a group of pre-believers even though he’s the quiet type in church. He’s known to be “the contented one” amongst his friends. I think he understands “seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these will be added onto you…” better even though he may not remember Esau and Jacob were twins; and the son that Abraham offered was Issac.

God feed even the birds of the skies, but we chose to worry for ourselves and strife for more than we need.

Thought of the blog:

Are we shouting back to God with words/actions, “enough is NOT enough!”?

I worry for the person who brought me to faith, this yr is the 10th year of me being a Christian, are you still in faith?