<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:29:13.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah's First Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1992635144561373553</id><published>2010-07-05T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:42:39.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends Are Special"</title><content type='html'>Mei Mei and I have been watching some Barney programmes where they keep telling us friends are special. I never really though about that but on Sunday, I found out that friends ARE special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mei Mei and I were still nursing a cough and runny nose, we were kept home on Sunday afternoon. Mummy and Daddy decide to let us out of the house to play with bubbles and sidewalk chalk. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we noticed our neighbours peering out of their house longingly. Mummy made me go over to ask them to play with us although I was not too keen as that would imply I needed to share my bubble wands! Their mummy decided to let them out to play with us, to my dismay initially. But hey, it IS more fun to play with friends! They were nice and gave in to me most of the time. Gemma (our other neighbour) also came over to join us later and we had a bubbly good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the play session, I went into our house and proclaimed to Daddy and Mummy "friends are special".  Daddy and Mummy were really glad that a simple bubble playing session could lead to such a life lesson. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1992635144561373553?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1992635144561373553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1992635144561373553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1992635144561373553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1992635144561373553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends-are-special.html' title='&quot;Friends Are Special&quot;'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8587769775464867312</id><published>2010-07-05T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:35:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlyn Says "I'm Stuck"</title><content type='html'>As many of you would know by now, Mei Mei detests sitting in the car seat and will fuss most of the times unless she has some milo balls or a milk bottle stuffed in her mouth.. Well, we recently found out her take on the car seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Mummy was carrying Mei Mei to the car park from the lift, the follow conversation ensued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: We're going to sit car car nor, ok? Be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Ok, I will... Mei Mei stuck&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Huh? Why Mei Mei stuck?&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Because Mei Mei stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Why? Where are you stuck? *wondering if Mummy had carried her in a way that hurt her*&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Because Mei Mei sit car seat.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, sitting in car seat = stuck. So she dislikes it. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8587769775464867312?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8587769775464867312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8587769775464867312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8587769775464867312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8587769775464867312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/caitlyn-says-im-stuck.html' title='Caitlyn Says &quot;I&apos;m Stuck&quot;'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3124489573391826283</id><published>2010-06-23T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:05:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who woke Caitlyn up?</title><content type='html'>Daddy was resting at home today cos he has a flu. At around 12 noon, Daddy went out of his bedroom to find Caitlyn awake and bleary-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: What happended to you Mei Mei? Why wake up so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Daddy, the fire engine woke me up! [Apparently an ambulance sped down the PIE with its sirens blaring and woke her up.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Oh you poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mei Mei has Daddy firmly wrapped around her little pinky ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3124489573391826283?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3124489573391826283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=3124489573391826283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3124489573391826283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3124489573391826283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-woke-caitlyn-up.html' title='Who woke Caitlyn up?'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2847399806632472178</id><published>2010-06-23T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:59:37.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Money</title><content type='html'>Daddy and Mummy had always been telling Mei Mei and I that they had to work to earn money to bring us for holidays, hotel stays, toys etc etc. Then one fine day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: Daddy, can you buy me xxx (Daddy cannot remember what for the life of him)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: I have no money, Isaiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah *pauses and thinks for a little while* : Daddy, you work but you have no money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: *Urgh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2847399806632472178?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2847399806632472178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=2847399806632472178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2847399806632472178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2847399806632472178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/work-and-money.html' title='Work and Money'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7309292066772916037</id><published>2010-06-09T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:47:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlyn Wins! (all the time)</title><content type='html'>Mei Mei may be a little small thing but she's really good at "psychological" warfare. I, on the other hand, am bigger than her, but straight so yes, she always "wins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example: (and happens almost EVERY trip in e car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah is watching the cars  through the windows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Gor Gor cannot see the car!&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: *instantly whining with tears* I want to see cars! Why mei mei say I cannot see car??&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Gor Gor cannot see car! *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Mummy recently got really irritated and taught me to say "I have eyes, I can see, Neh Neh NI Boo Boo" , but do I? NO, I still let Caitlyn get to me! Why? Well, why does she have to say I cannot see cars when I want to? Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: Give you elephant (when she jolly well knows i want the cat)&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: I dun want elephant, I dun want elephant!&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: U want cat or elephant?&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: Cat&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: *with a great big smirk* Give u elephant&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: "fusses" I dun want I dun want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mei Mei sometimes get kicked or hit by me cause she irritates me so much! And she would start bawling, which would get ME into trouble! Hmmm, is what Daddy and Mummy says correct, she has me wrapped around her little finger? Isn't she such a "devious" lil thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7309292066772916037?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7309292066772916037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7309292066772916037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7309292066772916037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7309292066772916037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/caitlyn-wins-all-time.html' title='Caitlyn Wins! (all the time)'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8247119263606017117</id><published>2010-06-09T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:39:16.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An SMS from Yee Yee to Mummy - dated 9 June 2010</title><content type='html'>Mummy received this from Yee Yee and she decided to blog it down since she has a free period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to get my masters and PHD and even then I will not be able to answer Isaiah's barrage of questions! Why do we dream, why do animals wear clothes, why can't starlight talk, etc.. When I tried to be smart and asked if animals in the zoo wore clothes to illustrate why starlight doesn't, he rebutted, does starlight live in a zoo? Isaiah - 1, Yee Yee - 0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz, that's basically what talking to me is like! Shall we continue to keep score, Yee Yee? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8247119263606017117?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8247119263606017117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8247119263606017117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8247119263606017117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8247119263606017117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/sms-from-yee-yee-to-mummy-dated-9-june.html' title='An SMS from Yee Yee to Mummy - dated 9 June 2010'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1191856996020226210</id><published>2010-06-07T13:20:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:56:21.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Uploading Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/TAyJ8RGQWyI/AAAAAAAABB4/9mQH0Idaagk/s1600/IMG_4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479906515077847842" style="DISPLAY: block; 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I am THREE today... Onto the HORRIBLE 3s after the TERRIBLE 2s and I am sure I will not disappoint my parents with my antics.. *cue evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT day today. This morning, I was rudely awakened by Mummy kissing me and going on and on about some birthday surprise and how I should wake up NOW! I so felt like killing her. I mean which mother in her right mind would wake her child up right? Anyway I had no choice but to drag myself out of my slumber, not without making my unhappiness known, and was carried out by Mummy to the hall where a new KITCHEN SET greeted me! Happiness! I finally can cook for Sully and Mike.. Now on to trying ot get them to bring me to Hotel Intercon. Oh ya, in case you are wondering why Mummy woke me up.. cause she had to work and she wanted to be there to see me discover my present. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fun morning with Daddy, Nai Nai and Mei Mei playing with the kitchen set and watching TV (how could we not watch TV when Caitlyn is around right?), Mummy came back from work and we were scooped off to Sentosa where we were going for the highlight of my birthday - the Luge! I have been telling Yee Yee and Gong Gong about this car without wheels and TODAY is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Was the luge FUN or was it FUN? Daddy and Mummy bought the family package for 8 rides! That meant Mei Mei and I went on the luge together with Daddy and Mummy thrice each. What about the remaining 2 rides? They went to Nai Nai who gamely tried the luge too! Think she enjoyed the luge but hated the sky ride! Pretty much the same for me! I didn't like the sky ride but we HAD to sit on it in order to luge again, so that pretty much decided our "fate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fun, fun , fun luge rides, my eyes could hardly open already (as I hadn't napped yet) but we were dragged to get some juice and ICE CREAM! WOW! Is it a special day or what? After that we went to take a bus back to our car. At least that's what I am told as I fell asleep on Daddy's shoulders even before boarding the bus. Mei Mei fell asleep soon on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more... If you noticed, the cake cutting had not happened yet. Gong Gong and Por Por came over to our place too. Everyone sang me a 'happy birthday' song and we cut the cake! CHOCOLATE cake! Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say I did enjoy my 3rd birthday thoroughly! If only it were birthdays everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4668708828629653183?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4668708828629653183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4668708828629653183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4668708828629653183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4668708828629653183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-3-today.html' title='I Am 3 Today!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7008000730801859798</id><published>2010-05-31T09:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:08:12.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>Isaiah: *giving mummy a hug* I hug you because I love you mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy melts.. this has been happening rather frequently and it just melts Mummy's heart as I have always been a Daddy's boy. Also, I have been really testy recently and this declaration just surprised her I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to one day at GIANT while shopping.. I was holding onto Mummy's hand and walking when I turned to face her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: Mummy, can I hug you?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: *great smile and a warm heart* sure, darling. *knelt to my level and hugged me*&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: Mummy, I hug you, so now you have strength to carry me.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: *comes bouncing down to reality from the sky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, dun I just know how to press her buttons and get wat i want. Now Mummy is wondering if all my previous declarations of love were just smoke bombs thrown to distract her from my true motives. Haha, what do YOU think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7008000730801859798?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7008000730801859798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7008000730801859798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7008000730801859798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7008000730801859798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4722711821588967598</id><published>2010-05-27T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:21:12.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidsloft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S_4PRvFtVSI/AAAAAAAAA9w/bfHqryqjk2k/s1600/isaiah%40Kidsloft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475830994301703458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S_4PRvFtVSI/AAAAAAAAA9w/bfHqryqjk2k/s400/isaiah%40Kidsloft.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S_4N1UuOEbI/AAAAAAAAA9o/faqTirQwejg/s1600/isaiah%40Kidsloft.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy received an email from Aunty Jeanelle with the picture above. That was taken with Ms Lavina at the last of our Kidsloft lesson. Ms Lavina now has a 3rd child and is taking a year off teaching hence Mei Mei won't have a chance to have lessons with her. What a pity. Ms Lavina is really good at telling stories and she would be able to get the attention of all of us, which is an amazing feat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my first few terms with her. Towards the end though, I was on my Terrible 2s mission to drive everyone crazy with my contrary behaviour and would fuss and insist that I did not like Kidsloft. However, I would participate in every activity hence, Mummy called my bluff, as she always does, somehow.. Hmmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss my friends from Kidsloft. And now Daddy and Mummy are telling me about a 'big boy school' I have to start attending from end Jun called 'Gracefields'. I am not too keen on that and even a tad nervous. I just want to go to Kindermusik and attend Ms Shauna's class. Is that too much to ask? I guess the month of July will see Mummy chronicling my going to school woes. I am so Not going to make it easy for them. haha.. BEWARE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4722711821588967598?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4722711821588967598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4722711821588967598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4722711821588967598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4722711821588967598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/kidsloft.html' title='Kidsloft'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S_4PRvFtVSI/AAAAAAAAA9w/bfHqryqjk2k/s72-c/isaiah%40Kidsloft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4873557458835054172</id><published>2010-05-12T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:31:22.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Snippets...</title><content type='html'>Mummy: What would you like for your birthday? IKEA kitchen set or a stay at Hotel Intercontinental?&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: IKEA kitchen set then I drive to Hotel Intercontinental to cook for Sully and Mike...&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: urghz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ain't I the best negotiator around? anyone looking to hire one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: *crying* Mummy, carry me! Mummy cannot go to work!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Mummy must go to work so Mummy have money, buy Barney for you ok?&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn: I have Barney already.. *continues crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*think Mei Mei also has some of my skills? hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4873557458835054172?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4873557458835054172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4873557458835054172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4873557458835054172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4873557458835054172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-snippets.html' title='Some Snippets...'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8356821816835763699</id><published>2010-05-11T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:01:10.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for NS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S-jVjjWaKwI/AAAAAAAAA9g/IYonMl1hN6Y/s1600/isaiah+n+cait.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469856554202835714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S-jVjjWaKwI/AAAAAAAAA9g/IYonMl1hN6Y/s320/isaiah+n+cait.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469856369761246658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S-jVY0QG3cI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/L07vmYuZdWc/s320/isaiah+n+cait+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mummy could only find these 2 pictures from Daddy's FB.. This is wat we look like 1 yr on fooling ard in Shu Shu's soldier uniform! Mummy will try to upload more photos and videos if she is able to work around her school's rules of not using personal USB devices which she still thinks is s.t.r.a.n.g.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8356821816835763699?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8356821816835763699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8356821816835763699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8356821816835763699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8356821816835763699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/ready-for-ns.html' title='Ready for NS?'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/S-jVjjWaKwI/AAAAAAAAA9g/IYonMl1hN6Y/s72-c/isaiah+n+cait.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6788366807600626307</id><published>2010-05-11T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:34:22.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Be Back S..o...o...n...</title><content type='html'>WOW.. the amount of cobwebs here is amazing! It's time we start clearing them I suppose. Let me see if I can get either Mummy or Daddy to be our scribe again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots have changed in the year, and many fun experiences and not so fun experiences have occured. Mei mei and I have definitely grown in many ways and we are still the most challenging yet fulfilling aspect of Daddy and Mummy's lives! Mei mei is now much more fun to play and fight with as she has learnt to yell as loudly as me and to retaliate. What she doesn't realise is I AM BIGGER than her. Many a times we have to be physically pried apart to prevent any injuries, but not to worry, we still love each other a lot! If anyone attempts to "punish" either one of us, we will stand up for the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many staycations have come and gone. We have also been on a cruise, to Phuket and to Genting. My favourite hotel is Hotel Intercontinental and I am always wanting to go there. My current favourite show is Monsters Inc and I keep telling Daddy and Mummy to bring me to Hotel INtercon to cook for Sully and Mike for reasons known only to myself. This wish has not been fulfilled yet as they brought me to Festive Hotel instead. Didn't they know I can't cook there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei mei's favourite show is Barney, wait, Bananas, wait, Chuggington.. haha.. That's Mei Mei for you. She is very fickle minded (all girls are like that, I hear?) and she changes her mind in seconds. She's speaking more now and getting more assertive. One thing about her though is that she is a "paper tigress". She's really loud and fierce at home but once out, she is really shy. If anyone so much as looks at her, she plays dead and she would just bury her face in mummy's shoulders, chest wherever she can bury basically. She's able to speak in sentences and loves asking "why" cause she hears me ask that all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current craze is CARS. I know a Toyota from a Honda from a Mercedes and the list goes on. I even know a Toyota Altis from a Toyota Vios and the list goes on. In fact, Daddy and Mummy know less cars than I do probably due to the many trips to various car showrooms that Gong Gong has brought me to. My favourite is Mercedes Benz and I have promised to buy various cars for various people once I have the ability to. (Mummy is forcing me to write this so she can use this "against" me in future!!! E..v...i...i....l...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei mei loves soft toys and she has many of them. Once she gets a new one, she would 'discard' her old one, so I am not too sure what her favourite is currently. Yup, that's Caitlyn for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to pen off now as Mummy has to rush off for her lessons. More pics and videos coming up! ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6788366807600626307?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6788366807600626307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6788366807600626307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6788366807600626307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6788366807600626307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-be-back-soon.html' title='We&apos;ll Be Back S..o...o...n...'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3040552063479566461</id><published>2009-03-15T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:14:50.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th. 13March 2009. 7pm. Mummy calls Daddy, telling him that I am having a fever. FYI, Caitie had been down with the sniffles for the past few days. Daddy rushes back from the office at 7.30pm to bring Isaiah to the GP. Viral fever. 39 degrees. Clingy for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 14 March. Brought Caitie n Isaiah to the PD. Medicines galore. Isaiah's fever goes up and down depending on when he takes his meds. Caitie was normal for most of the day (Daddy is not sure as Isaiah was clingy all day). She still refuses her meds, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 15 March. Daddy has to fly to BKK for 4 days. Isaiah n Caitie still sick. Daddy leaves the house with Isaiah in the background wailing, asking Daddy not to "take aeroplane". Daddy couldn't kiss Mummy, Isaiah and Caitie goodbye. Daddy feels like shit now but he'd like to say "Dear, Darling and Sweetie, I'll see you this coming Thur :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th. Who is Daddy to scoff at the superstitious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3040552063479566461?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3040552063479566461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=3040552063479566461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3040552063479566461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3040552063479566461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6756180910505214263</id><published>2009-03-02T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:56:20.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah's first act of 'defiance' against a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This happened in LNT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah (being fussy): bu yao chang ge&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: mei you change ge. wo men xian zai yao ting ge&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: bu yao ting&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ni bu yao ting jiu gai ze ni er duo lor&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: ni bu ya chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. the teacher was stunned silent for  awhile and the rest of us burst out laffing. Our little boy is growing up so fast that he can 'talk back' to a teacher?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6756180910505214263?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6756180910505214263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6756180910505214263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6756180910505214263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6756180910505214263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/isaiahs-first-act-of-defiance-against.html' title='Isaiah&apos;s first act of &apos;defiance&apos; against a teacher'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7463469435168852829</id><published>2009-03-02T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:21:21.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah the Miser??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This post is writted by Daddy and Mummy to chronicle the start of my 'miserliness' apparently. Well, whatever. Just don't touch my money. ;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some conversations that we've had with Isaiah that underline his 'money concept'. He probably doesn't comprehend the entire meaning and most who know him can attest to the fact that 'no' and 'cannot' are 2 of his favourite words, but well, they're still really funny to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While Daddy's driving, Isaiah's having a fun time kicking the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Isaiah, if u spoil Daddy's car, I'm going to use your money to buy a new car.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: Cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after some thinking, and throughout e rest of e trip he stops kicking the door and goes... reptitively in his usual obssessive ways.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: Daddy dun use Isaiah money to buy new car. Daddy cannot buy new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this happens in Gong Gong's new car. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Gong (to Mummy): ... must change the wheels cause v noisy..&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Isaiah, are the wheels noisy?&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: yes&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: then can u give Gong Gong money to buy new wheels?&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: yes&lt;br /&gt;Mummy stunned silent for a while.. then..&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: wheels not noisy, no need buy wheels&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this occurred while Daddy, Mummy and Isaiah are frolicking in bed before sleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: can Daddy use Isaiah's money to buy (&lt;em&gt;we can't rem what we said.. may have been toy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah : no&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: then can we use Mei mei's money?&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this goes on as we name all e family members&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: the how? use whose money to buy?&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah: keep the money&lt;br /&gt;Daddy + Mummy: ???!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah monkey, you sure do have a good sense of money for now! haha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7463469435168852829?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7463469435168852829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7463469435168852829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7463469435168852829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7463469435168852829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/isaiah-miser.html' title='Isaiah the Miser??'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-9024309147486697255</id><published>2009-01-08T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:00:25.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 2 Buckle My Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jEcZllkKdcI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jEcZllkKdcI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the first rhyme that I'm able to recite. See if you can make out the words.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2 Buckle My Shoe&lt;br /&gt;3, 4 Shut the Door&lt;br /&gt;5, 6 Pick up Sticks&lt;br /&gt;7, 8 Lay them Straight&lt;br /&gt;9, 10 A Big Fat Hen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the words right? Hee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-9024309147486697255?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9024309147486697255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=9024309147486697255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/9024309147486697255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/9024309147486697255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-2-buckle-my-shoe.html' title='1 2 Buckle My Shoe'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4373004424711509325</id><published>2009-01-07T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:26:51.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindermusik for Caitie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/k5XAyjxgTY0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/k5XAyjxgTY0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy sent Caitie for her Kindermusik class. Just like me, she really liked the Kinder-balls! She looked like she's having so much fun that I too want to play!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4373004424711509325?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4373004424711509325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4373004424711509325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4373004424711509325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4373004424711509325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/kindermusik-for-caitie.html' title='Kindermusik for Caitie'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2093637716129780931</id><published>2009-01-02T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:51:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moisturiser"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NoDFLoA5kck' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NoDFLoA5kck'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learnt how to pronounce a new word and I'm having fun with it ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2093637716129780931?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2093637716129780931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=2093637716129780931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2093637716129780931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2093637716129780931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-learnt-how-to-pronounce-new-word-and.html' title='&amp;quot;Moisturiser&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3883842453373443836</id><published>2008-12-29T22:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:53:19.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas and a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Tis the season to be jolly. So FALALALALALALA ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since this blog was updated, because Daddy and Mummy were kept very busy by Caitlyn and myself. Here's what happened since the last update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Caitlyn got herself a G.I. Jane haircut. She looks so tough I almost decided to get a G.I. Joe haircut myself! Here's Caitie doing her obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285217987112066546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjdwcpR3fI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VvEwvAxHAU8/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Caitlyn fell sick (actually all 4 of us fell sick) and had to use the nebuliser. Poor girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285219993427622850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjflOwLu8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/8qrjQc-LQvQ/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I know the names of all those close to me (i.e. Daddy, Mummy, Ye Ye, Nai Nai, Gong Gong, Por Por, Shu Shu and Yee Yee) and can identify them by name. And yes I do enjoy calling Mummy "Mummy Por Por" just to see her reaction ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3dsl_5XGxQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3dsl_5XGxQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) We went to the fire station where I got to be the Rhino commander for the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285227533020788530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjmcF7RdzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/pwuzxyk3AFU/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Por Por aranged for us to stay at Sentosa and had a ball there. While the hotel service was atrocious, all of us did manage to have some fun. See me doing one of my fav activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285221855776343538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjhRoiuBfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/bQeQ7tTk5fE/s320/IMG_1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Too many presents can overwhelm a little boy. On X'mas day, I had to open so many presents that I told everyone present that there are "too many" (or something along this line cos Daddy is a big cheesehead). [Updated 02/01/2009: After feedback from Mummy and Yee Yee, the correct phrase should be: "Too many toys, don't want already."] Here's me and Caitie with the train/car set that Mummy grabbed at the Toys R Us warehouse sale. At just over $100, everybody agrees it is a very good buy! Oh and did I mention the yummy (but ugly) log cake we had? The headless ginger breadman was also very delicious if you ask me. Poor Caitie can only watch me eat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285223240053298178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjiiNYEFAI/AAAAAAAAA80/0EqryNvx1lU/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285224419172020834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjjm1738mI/AAAAAAAAA88/Mrqopa3ymcU/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285225401866336130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjkgCwdN4I/AAAAAAAAA9E/Vt9C91lUvts/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end this post, Caitie and myself would like to tell Mummy that we love her and will try not to miss her too much (she's going back to work tomorrow morning la).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3883842453373443836?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3883842453373443836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=3883842453373443836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3883842453373443836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3883842453373443836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SVjdwcpR3fI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VvEwvAxHAU8/s72-c/IMG_1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1428954423508524347</id><published>2008-11-13T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:31:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot on 25 Oct 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Daddy is such a showoff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268070375342450130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvyGE4LpdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/t0H4AhJR1M4/s200/Scrapbook1_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268071498626181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvzHdb5KzI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BE4g_bov0hM/s200/Caitlyn+%26+Mummy_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268070627224192866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvyUvNeB2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/CBCgaoZOrHI/s200/Isaiah+%26+Daddy_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268072209000270562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvzwzyRiuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/1PvGt2FgeCM/s200/Scrapbook2_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268071123483765314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvyxn6-KkI/AAAAAAAAA8A/RZyAyPTqvvI/s200/Parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268070872658796642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvyjBho4GI/AAAAAAAAA74/pzJKZ9umOD8/s200/Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069446641603330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvxQBMpUwI/AAAAAAAAA7g/tCjL6DOdZ8s/s200/Family+13Nov_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1428954423508524347?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1428954423508524347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1428954423508524347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1428954423508524347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1428954423508524347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-shoot-on-25-oct-2008.html' title='Photo Shoot on 25 Oct 2008'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SRvyGE4LpdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/t0H4AhJR1M4/s72-c/Scrapbook1_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6857852134303231457</id><published>2008-09-11T14:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:34:11.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlyn is 2 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Time flies. Mei Mei is now 2 months old (well, 2 months and 1 day old to be exact). She is such a little chilli padi. She is as fierce as she can be when she doesn't get what she wants, usually milk milk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can now smile to us when we talk to her. She even likes to play "giddy-up horsey" to a tune found in my Kindermusik CD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244661223515071122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjHmGrhopI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9fmOa63gULc/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244659112620399090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjFrO_BGfI/AAAAAAAAApg/309bK8kOWNE/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy is getting drowsy from the cough medication that he jst took, so less talk, more pics pls ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244658318611070466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjE9BEcPgI/AAAAAAAAApY/CZ2GIxG-7ks/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244657315533306610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjECoUEOvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/n23h1GCRJnE/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here're pictures of us on the Singapore Flyer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244656538934828130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjDVbQj3GI/AAAAAAAAApI/tlB6u5V8eso/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244655709742888338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjClKRy9ZI/AAAAAAAAApA/cBacu-kEq7I/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244655032060659458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjB9ttwxwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zY8MWe8QOI8/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6857852134303231457?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6857852134303231457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6857852134303231457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6857852134303231457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6857852134303231457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/caitlyn-is-2-months-old.html' title='Caitlyn is 2 Months Old!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMjHmGrhopI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9fmOa63gULc/s72-c/IMG_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4822890203664564425</id><published>2008-09-09T12:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:10:54.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at Daddy's Office</title><content type='html'>Mummy brought me to Daddy's office last Friday for an event called "Bring Your Child to Work Day". I had a lot of fun running around and playing with Daddy's colleagues such as Aunty Ruby and Rainbow Jie Jie. Uncles Benson and Garry even let me play with their toy cars! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pics that Raine Jie Jie took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243882321664398626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYDMDLB1SI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_LJlqWTrT5o/s320/P1010485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYDZGomf9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/mUQZZzLgZEg/s1600-h/P1010533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243882545932042194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYDZGomf9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/mUQZZzLgZEg/s320/P1010533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243882889165196674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYDtFRwzYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Aznix0f3wvk/s320/Bring+your+child+to+work+day+5+Sep+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243883057978372034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYD26J9b8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/UYF8p4E1C0g/s320/Bring+your+child+to+work+day+5+Sep+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243883446487409426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYENhdu4xI/AAAAAAAAAog/vfDWlwDTsdk/s320/Bring+your+child+to+work+day+5+Sep+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243883713385386610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYEdDvK0nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8bIakHmnxKI/s320/Bring+your+child+to+work+day+5+Sep+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243884362329632434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYFC1PiLrI/AAAAAAAAAow/5N05Pg_Iy0s/s320/Bring+your+child+to+work+day+5+Sep+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pity Mei Mei is too young to go. Otherwise, I think we'd have a blast there, and Mummy's back would really break from taking care of the 2 of us ;P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4822890203664564425?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4822890203664564425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4822890203664564425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4822890203664564425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4822890203664564425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-at-daddys-office.html' title='A Day at Daddy&apos;s Office'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SMYDMDLB1SI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_LJlqWTrT5o/s72-c/P1010485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6509874166645597098</id><published>2008-09-03T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:07:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding Myself or Messing Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RcaRqPUiOuQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RcaRqPUiOuQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy was trying to feed me yoghurt but I'm a big boy now. I wanted to feed myself and so she let me. Not sure why her reaction is so exagerated though. What's a little mess? That's what little boys are made for right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6509874166645597098?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6509874166645597098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6509874166645597098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6509874166645597098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6509874166645597098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeding-myself-or-messing-around.html' title='Feeding Myself or Messing Around'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4277461186452916404</id><published>2008-09-03T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:02:06.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Kindermusik Days</title><content type='html'>31st August marked the last day of my 'journey' in Kindermusik. I've been at Kindermusik for 5 terms and enjoyed each term thoroughly. One of the main reason why Kindermusik has been so enjoyable for me was because of Ms Shauna. I lurve her melodious voice and infectious enthusiasm. As she will be leaving Kindermusik, Daddy and Mummy decided it was also time for me to move on. Actually Mummy wanted to sign me up for a trial with the new teacher but as it was a module I've done before, we decided it was time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've grown from being a non mobile baby to a crawling baby to a tottering toddler in Kindermusik and grew with the activities. I also took my first really confident running steps in Kindermusik when I saw the colourful parachute. Mummy's really sad that my Kinder days have ended and now Daddy and Mummy are going to have to think real hard how to make Sundays enjoyable for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I generally do not allow others outside of family members to carry me but I made one exception for Ms Shauna as I would really miss her. In fact, she carried me so well, I really did not want to return into Daddy's arms. ;P Anyway, this post is just to say a big THANK YOU to Ms Shauna for making my Kindermusik days such enjoyable ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241671228881707714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SL4oNgrhIsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VWuOFiGEnOA/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4277461186452916404?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4277461186452916404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4277461186452916404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4277461186452916404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4277461186452916404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-kindermusik-days.html' title='The End of Kindermusik Days'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SL4oNgrhIsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VWuOFiGEnOA/s72-c/IMG_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6460125683427095707</id><published>2008-09-03T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:14:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LURVE MEI MEI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-9MXigZUL4g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-9MXigZUL4g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't it look like Mei Mei tried to kiss me back too? I'm growing to love her more day by day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6460125683427095707?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6460125683427095707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6460125683427095707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6460125683427095707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6460125683427095707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-lurve-mei-mei.html' title='I LURVE MEI MEI'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8626470006884207428</id><published>2008-09-03T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:45:16.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Mei's 1st 6-in-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/blZuPgclLzo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/blZuPgclLzo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8626470006884207428?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8626470006884207428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8626470006884207428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8626470006884207428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8626470006884207428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/mei-mei-1st-6-in-1.html' title='Mei Mei&amp;#39;s 1st 6-in-1'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3508974962087060233</id><published>2008-09-03T10:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:43:55.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Mei is a brave gal</title><content type='html'>On 26th August, the house was a-bustling with activities early in the morning. It took us a grand total of 3 hours to get everyone ready to get out of the house. It's quite fun to see the adults hustle and bustle while Mei Mei and I took our time to enjoy our usual activities. It was off into our car and off we went. Where were we going I wondered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we travelled along the roads, I thought that the route Daddy was taking looked familiar... As he turned into the multi storey carpark, I was SURE of where we were.. It was the dreaded place... Sunshine Place.. the place where I got nasty jabs. Mei Mei was going to have her first today. All I can say is, I'm glad it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei Mei was sleeping and had to be awoken for her check and jab by Dr Chia. He commented that she wasn't very responsive but hey, trying being awoken up when one is in deep sleep! She's the smartest little thing in my eyes! Soon, it was time for Mei Mei's jab. Wat a brave gal she was - only letting out a few cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei Mei also got to drink the rotavirus liquid which I did in the past too. Daddy had to remind me about how I wasted his $95 by spitting out most of the liquid! I'm gonna teach Mei Mei a thing or two soon on how to 'press the right buttons' of Daddy and Mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241647104863721842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SL4SRTtbWXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hxQdHnuKhtY/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mummy says: i lurve e pic above.. it looks like they're conversing with their eyes..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3508974962087060233?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3508974962087060233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6302417869526827954</id><published>2008-09-03T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:38:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah's bath toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/qHu43AYNyHw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qHu43AYNyHw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6302417869526827954?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6302417869526827954/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2016230604050048571</id><published>2008-09-03T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:29:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah's bath toys II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/E3SXUT4NYpY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/E3SXUT4NYpY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2016230604050048571?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-913627320115546977</id><published>2008-09-01T09:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:31:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Bath Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SLtEJRw_uJI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/URgY05i2PzE/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I am now great at making my unhappiness known and creating a fuss during bath time, Daddy decided it was time to buy me new bath toys! Mummy suggested getting foam alphabets for me so I can paste them on the walls and it would probably fascinate me.. What Mummy did not know, was that these foam alphabets would be a source of amazement to Daddy and her.. See video above for reason.. (mummy cldn't load it on this page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun to see Daddy and Mummy's shocked faces when I told them what each alphabet or its sound was that they took awhile to recover their senses. I love surprising them and seeing their shell shocked faces. Haha.. They thought real long and hard as to where I could have picked up this knowledge and they finally realised it was probably this toy below that Ye Ye and Nai Nai had bought me and the GUG classes that I've attended for the past 3 weeks. (Daddy and Mummy do not do alphabets with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240856546369977106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SLtDQv0puxI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IBYJB7B9uwc/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people have been asking me if i love Mei Mei Caitlyn and the answer is YES. I bring my toys over to share with her - but I never let go of them (I'm not tt silly) - and I also would go around the house looking for her when I think of her. Can't wait for Mei Mei to grow up fast and be able to play with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei Mei is now starting to be more responsive though and not sleeping all day long as she used to do. She was real boring then! She loves to look at the FP cot mobile and would smile and 'talk' to them. She seems to prefer 'talking' to her toys then to us (mummy says: this is exactly like Isaiah when he was a tiny tot). I'm not complaining though as that means I get to be the one doing the talking.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-913627320115546977?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/913627320115546977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=913627320115546977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/913627320115546977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/913627320115546977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-bath-toys.html' title='My New Bath Toys'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SLtDQv0puxI/AAAAAAAAAnI/IBYJB7B9uwc/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6894836641132054708</id><published>2008-07-18T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:52:37.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Nai Nai taught me: "Chao Cai" aka "Frying Veggies"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jW2fsOjUQ2k' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jW2fsOjUQ2k'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6894836641132054708?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6894836641132054708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6894836641132054708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6894836641132054708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6894836641132054708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-nai-nai-taught-me-cai-aka.html' title='Something Nai Nai taught me: &amp;quot;Chao Cai&amp;quot; aka &amp;quot;Frying Veggies&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7426394482460897408</id><published>2008-07-18T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:47:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6jRz3sB99OQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6jRz3sB99OQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7426394482460897408?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7426394482460897408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7426394482460897408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7426394482460897408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7426394482460897408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/bzzzz_18.html' title='Bzzzz'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7888891084846009027</id><published>2008-07-18T21:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:49:54.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message for Isaiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Daddy couldn't sleep after taking a nap in the late afternoon (after Mei Mei's feeding frenzy from 1-4am). So we now intercept this blog for some personal comments by Daddy and Mummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Isaiah Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know things have not been the same since Mei Mei came into our little world of three. We also know that you have been a really good boy so far, letting Daddy and Mummy spend time looking after little Caitlyn and resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you continue to give us those special moments that made you a special little boy in our hearts. This post is to let you know that we love you very much. We are sure our little foursome will grow to love one another very much. Anyway, here are some cute moments that we captured during the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with a toy in your hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SICc74K8exI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4jVQRVCdHNo/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224348120254282514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SICc74K8exI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4jVQRVCdHNo/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SICdnvamQDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/N4cah-0D-94/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224348873818259506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SICdnvamQDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/N4cah-0D-94/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will also post 2 videos of you doing some things that we hope we will never forget. Enjoy these memories :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7888891084846009027?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7888891084846009027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7888891084846009027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7888891084846009027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7888891084846009027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/message-for-isaiah.html' title='Message for Isaiah'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SICc74K8exI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4jVQRVCdHNo/s72-c/IMG_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6300583517655480932</id><published>2008-07-17T15:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:07:30.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Mei Mei Caitlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei Mei Caitlyn came home last Saturday. However, after a check up, she's deemed to have a rather high level of jaundice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of warding her, Daddy amd Mummy opted to rent the photo-theraphy machine to use at home. Poor Mei Mei had to endure hours of discomfort in the machine, coming out for her feeds and nappy changes.  FYI I've been a good boy all this while so that Daddy and Mummy can take good care of Mei Mei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH78st0FYeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Si7-XzwsebU/s1600-h/15072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223890462938849762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH78st0FYeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Si7-XzwsebU/s320/15072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH79ADrATgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0xHEQVSQJ7g/s1600-h/15072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223890795223862786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH79ADrATgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0xHEQVSQJ7g/s320/15072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little thing :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wait till she recovers - her true colours will be revealed then ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH79PyqQdCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zlvOzpa0b7Y/s1600-h/14072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223891065535231010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH79PyqQdCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zlvOzpa0b7Y/s320/14072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH79J5sy7lI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-5xrJoyUrB8/s1600-h/14072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223890964345712210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH79J5sy7lI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-5xrJoyUrB8/s320/14072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6300583517655480932?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6300583517655480932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6300583517655480932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6300583517655480932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6300583517655480932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-mei-mei-caitlyn.html' title='Poor Mei Mei Caitlyn'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SH78st0FYeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Si7-XzwsebU/s72-c/15072008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3229144511353157072</id><published>2008-07-10T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:57:21.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is THE day</title><content type='html'>Today is THE day. The day I share my blog, the day I share my toys, the day I share Daddy and Mummy's time etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Mei Caitlyn is here! She wasn't suposed to arrive until 15 Jul, but Mummy had this strange intuition that she cannot wait so the operation was pushed forward to 10 Jul. True enough, Mummy started experiencing some contractions while they were on the way to TMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here she is. Feisty Caitlyn. Look at the first post on this blog, doesn't she look just like me? But Daddy can tell you that she is a SCREAMER. I sense trouble cos I wasn't a screamer when I was born and yet I was a real handful ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHVz1mK6teI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1E1-0Ih_jE4/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221206707622557154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHVz1mK6teI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1E1-0Ih_jE4/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHV1AABwRII/AAAAAAAAAlw/gGUzDnX91I8/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221207985873765506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHV1AABwRII/AAAAAAAAAlw/gGUzDnX91I8/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHV2K2TIAqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2G0PTTH8jrA/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221209271752458914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHV2K2TIAqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2G0PTTH8jrA/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHbWB4FF9FI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bOdcFQc4_Fk/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221596145704629330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHbWB4FF9FI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bOdcFQc4_Fk/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHbXL4LllqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ea4F-BekMG4/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221597417042187938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHbXL4LllqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ea4F-BekMG4/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHbYpRD4dVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hzeHeU0_Rxg/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221599021448590674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHbYpRD4dVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hzeHeU0_Rxg/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this blog is going to be "abandoned" while Daddy helps Mummy with her confinement the coming month. May the force be with them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3229144511353157072?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3229144511353157072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=3229144511353157072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3229144511353157072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3229144511353157072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-day.html' title='Today is THE day'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SHVz1mK6teI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1E1-0Ih_jE4/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8660087997834181474</id><published>2008-07-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:13:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Rides</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started horribly for Daddy. Our 1-month old car got a long and horrible scratch spanning the driver’s door and the passenger door behind… No doubt the handiwork of someone very disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Hope this is all the “injuries” the car will suffer for the rest of its lifespan with us. That is of course not including the stains, sticker marks etc that Mei Mei and I are going to give it ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is the post that I promised. Me and my rides. Here are the pictures of yours truly on different rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpA0Qj-uaI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MsVeYSPO8eI/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218054384805394850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpA0Qj-uaI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MsVeYSPO8eI/s200/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpAG6dXccI/AAAAAAAAAjs/kHwqzpRa2GM/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218053605777961410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpAG6dXccI/AAAAAAAAAjs/kHwqzpRa2GM/s200/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpByfYXG2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/clBFF4hZGcw/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218055453935082338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpByfYXG2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/clBFF4hZGcw/s200/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDurDVPQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/23MerETl_EQ/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDKhheJgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ncwbkzkwf30/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056966338651650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDKhheJgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ncwbkzkwf30/s200/IMG_0507.JPG" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDKhheJgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ncwbkzkwf30/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDKhheJgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ncwbkzkwf30/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDKhheJgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ncwbkzkwf30/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDurDVPQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/23MerETl_EQ/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057587371883778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpDurDVPQI/AAAAAAAAAkc/23MerETl_EQ/s200/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpGTqPuDvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/oOMIh-sUN1g/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218060421833821938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpGTqPuDvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/oOMIh-sUN1g/s200/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpISwVF8II/AAAAAAAAAlY/pMp-MMkeilM/s1600-h/IMG_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218062605310357634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpISwVF8II/AAAAAAAAAlY/pMp-MMkeilM/s200/IMG_0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpH9LBKteI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/coIKnLUUr2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218062234517419490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpH9LBKteI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/coIKnLUUr2Y/s200/IMG_0806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really liked the Honda CRV (good taste, Daddy and Mummy tells me) the moment I set my eyes on it in the Honda showroom. Hee hee hee&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063106903807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpIv86Sl0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Ge9LLAk6jgw/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s a picture I really like – our little red car and our current ride side by side. It was taken when we were collecting the SCRATCHLESS Honda City (oops, I think Daddy’s eyes are welling up with tears now). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218060710285353714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpGkcz7IvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/oOcBvSzRd_M/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that I do not really like to ride in my own little fire engine and ATV at home? Guess it’s because I still like the CRV the most. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpHAKsXR1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/xhM_X7qk6Ps/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218061186458142546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpHAKsXR1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/xhM_X7qk6Ps/s200/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpHZ5ylwOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/oOVmAUxXF_8/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218061628597453026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpHZ5ylwOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/oOVmAUxXF_8/s200/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ok I shall stop now in case Daddy really breaks down :) Oh ya before I forget: Happy Birthday Por Por!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8660087997834181474?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8660087997834181474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8660087997834181474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8660087997834181474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8660087997834181474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-my-rides.html' title='Me and My Rides'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SGpA0Qj-uaI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MsVeYSPO8eI/s72-c/IMG_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4538258112292070258</id><published>2008-06-16T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:23:28.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercepted - by Daddy and Mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Mummy's in a strange nostalgic kind of mood and has been going on about how I'm growing up too fast. So, I've kindly allowed her some space on my blog for the post below. It's supposedly meant for me to read when I'm really all grown up so if the post bores you, feel free to skip it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Isaiah Monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye, you are already 12.5 months and a litle toddling creature, rather than that little helpless baby. You're devleoping so fast and furiously that it is sometimes difficult for Daddy and I to catch up with you! Just take this morning for example, you surprised both of us by going 'clock' when you saw the clock on our wall. When we look back at the past 12.5 months, we can't help but feel all warm and cozy inside. Guess this is the indescribable feeling of unconditional love parents feel that we used to hear about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Caitlyn will be joining the family soon and Mummy can't help but worry that you will not take to her and feel left out or jealous of little mei mei. However, in our hearts of hearts, we know that you will eventually grow to love and take good care of her - from the loving way you would stroke Mummy's tummy and lay your head on Mummy's tummy whenever we ask you 'where's caitlyn' or to 'kiss caitlyn'. Looks like Mummy, Daddy and your hearts are going to learn to grow bigger once caitlyn is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway this post is also for us to remember what are some of the milestones and little achievements you have made in this 12.5 months. We've always been wanting to record it down but have either been too busy or lazy (this is MUMMY lah) to do so. Before our memories turn hazy, here are some of your little achievements in different areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant memory - Yupz, this is one thing we think you have. When something strikes you, you will remember it for a long time to come. An example would be the insect in our bathroom - for at least a month after u saw it, everytime u went into e bathroom u would look up at the same spot and 'ask' about it in your own special way, and the tell us that it flew away by flapping ur arms (which is of course wat Daddy told u and u eventually learnt) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity  - U are generally a curious baby and would always go 'oh,'oh' when you see something new and want us to tell you what it is. If we were to ever ignore your 'oh, oh', you would use ur hand to push our head in the direction of the object! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imitation - u seem to be good at this. U love trying to imitate our funny faces and also do try to imitate certain words and actions. U also love it when we imitate you and would sometimes bait us into copying your actions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwlOWAWHjXw"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwlOWAWHjXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motor skills - U've been able to cruise around since 10 mth and have started taking your first few tentative steps! U are basically walking around like 'jiang shi' now.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking - u can now say words like 'tag', 'bubble', 'door', 'dark', 'por por' (yup, this is the only HUMAN u seem to want to call with meaning), 'boat', 'clock' and 'ball' with meaning. U also sometimes surprise us with moments of brilliance such as the time u went 'jaguar' when you saw the picture of it in one of your favourite books (Daddy is still amazed till this day) and how you went 'go down' when we were about to head out of the house with por por and us (think por por nearly feel backwards in amazement)and how just yesterday, u said something that sounded really like 'ISAIAH' in the lift when Daddy asked you who was the person in the reflection!  &lt;br /&gt;You also babble a lot and seem to be chatting with us sometimes but we can't make sense of it yet. Your current favourite sounds to make seem to be 'dat, dat, dat', 'dat-di', 'geng', 'nan-geng' (whatever this means and however you came to make this sound is a great mystery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing - after watching baby signing times since you were a little itsy baby at about 4 mths, you've learnt the signs for many things including 'milk', 'eat', 'water', 'thank you', 'cereal', 'banana', 'more', 'bird', 'cat', 'frog', 'dog', 'shoes' (u do this same sign for trees - we guess it's because in chinese, trees = shu which sounds a lot like shoes?), 'socks', 'hat', 'airplane', 'train', 'bus', 'boat', 'book', and 'hurt'. &lt;br /&gt;You have also your own hand actions accompanied with sound for 'vacuum cleaner', 'helicopter', 'kungfu' and 'how' (this has no sound). &lt;br /&gt;Introducing signing to you had met with lots of opposition for fear it would delay your talking ability, but well, all of us will talk one day rite, so we went ahead with it.. I must say, the first day u signed meaningfully at abt 9 mth +, Mummy had tears in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities you enjoy - Reading - u now love to flip (and destroy) books and we're glad that you have taken an interest in books! You used to love it when we read to you and could sit around and listen for up at abt 5 books worth. Now, it really depends on your mood, and you'd rather be the one 'reading'. You also have your own preference of books and if we offer to read you a book you are not in the mood for, you would fuss and crawl away. &lt;br /&gt;Frolicking on e bed with Daddy - Daddy and you share special bonding moments on the bed before bedtime everyday where you climb all over him and sometimes treat him as your horsey.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs - you generally tend to be an affectionate little thing who loves to be kissed and hugged. You also learnt to give big, open-mouthed kisses from when u were a little bb of 4 mth. &lt;br /&gt;Complaining - YES, this is something you seem to have picked up recently and it's something we hope you'll outgrow soon! You would whine and whine in your own baby language. Video attached to show you an example! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2rBsIc0eP8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2rBsIc0eP8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you enjoy playing with toys and people and dislike being left alone for long. That explains the whole hall of toys you have! hee.. Here's Mummy trying hard to justify her buys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objects you can identify - you can point out some objects on your books and puzzles when asked to such as 'aeroplane', 'helicopter', 'police car', 'fire engine', 'ambulance', 'boat', 'jaguar', 'orang utan', 'horse', 'dog', 'cat', 'apple', 'orange' and many more. In fact, for some objects you know them in both mandarin and english many thanks to nai nai who puts in effort to teach them to you! You are also able to point out various parts of the body such as 'toes', 'hair', 'mouth', 'ear' and 'fingers' reliably. There was a special day where u blinked whenever we asked you where your eyes were but 'sadly', your eyes are now ur mouth! see below for evidence1 ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFKjiFNRl64"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFKjiFNRl64" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, although Daddy and Mummy think you're a great kid, you have some little quirks we hope you'd outgrow soon. You have developed quite a bit of stranger anxiety since you were abt 10 mth, changing from a little baby who was ever quick and ready to explore new activities and people to a more cautious and 'sticky' one. Hopefully this is a phase you'll outgrow as we hope you won't end up being like us! =) You also tend to be a little on the fussy type at times and would cry and throw tantrums when you can't get what you want - reaching the terrible twos stage at the advanced age of 1?? Well, I guess all of us have our little quirks right? Regardless, we love you all the same, our little monkey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, talking about the nickname you have - 'monkey'. Mummy started calling you this when you were younger as you were always full of energy and somehow just struck Mummy that you would be a little monkey. Daddy was super against the nickname and would grumble and nag at Mummy about it. Guess who's e BIGGEST fan of the nick now? DADDY! He's even going around buying you mnonkey stuff.. As Mummy has always said, she has good foresight! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SFXrmuXElkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/8bYJTZ3diQU/s1600-h/IMAGE_00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SFXrmuXElkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/8bYJTZ3diQU/s320/IMAGE_00204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212331194263574082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah monkey, always remember that Daddy and Mummy will always love you regardless of what your achievements are and our greatest hope for you is that you will always be healthy and happy! We love you for everything that makes you who you are and this will never change. We will probably have our little quarrels and tiffs along the way as you grow up, but that doesn't diminish the love we have for you. This love we have is growing greater and greater day by day and we will work to become the parents that will always be there for you when u need us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4538258112292070258?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4538258112292070258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4538258112292070258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4538258112292070258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4538258112292070258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/intercepted-by-daddy-and-mummy.html' title='Intercepted - by Daddy and Mummy'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SFXrmuXElkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/8bYJTZ3diQU/s72-c/IMAGE_00204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2702318913762154162</id><published>2008-06-14T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:00:22.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Words...</title><content type='html'>Ok. Before I post pictures of me and my rides, here are some video clips of my first words. I can say words like "door", "dark", "tag" and "bubbles". Sadly for Daddy and Mummy though, I refuse, for reasons best known to myself, to say "Daddy" or "Mummy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are 2 video clips. Evidence of sorts ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYlU-ALgww0"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYlU-ALgww0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOHiRjXwQlo"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOHiRjXwQlo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2702318913762154162?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2702318913762154162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=2702318913762154162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2702318913762154162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2702318913762154162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-words.html' title='My First Words...'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7524770374400591585</id><published>2008-05-13T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:50:45.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long 2 months. I am now 11+ months old! In no time I’d be legally allowed to consume alcohol, buy cigarettes and drive! (can you hear Daddy and Mummy's shrieks in the background?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we been up to all this while? Let me give you 2 major updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Welcome home Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came home after 2 long weeks at Brussels. When I saw him at the airport, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I took sneak peeks at him while he was carrying me and giggled uncontrollably! Too bad none of the adults remembered to take pictures of that scene – they were too busy laughing at me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My first overseas trip!&lt;br /&gt;Remember Mummy posting how Shu Shu helped me edit my passport photograph? Well I got my passport and it’s around the world we go! First stop was Bintan shortly after Daddy’s return from Brussels.&lt;br /&gt;Bintan was a nice place, with beautiful beaches etc. But of particular mention has to be the playpen provided by the resort (we stayed at Angsana by the way). I don’t know why but I really liked it. Daddy and Mummy were really surprised cause I didn’t really like my own playpen back home. See me happily prancing in the playpen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722020198578594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkfoMi2eaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8HgeDKV7rkw/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a really enjoyable weekend at the Bintan resort, so much so that Daddy and Mummy didn’t really want to come home! And did I mention how I charmed all the sales ladies at the Bintan ferry terminal? I'm a real cassanova! See the evidences of the good time that we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkgl8i2ecI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dZqRkvNQD7E/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199723081055500738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkgl8i2ecI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dZqRkvNQD7E/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkgG8i2ebI/AAAAAAAAAh8/X35qooEtYmY/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199722548479556018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkgG8i2ebI/AAAAAAAAAh8/X35qooEtYmY/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkiR8i2eeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/8j4pftFroWU/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199724936481372642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkiR8i2eeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/8j4pftFroWU/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkilMi2efI/AAAAAAAAAic/6kVMZxGR47s/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199725267193854450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkilMi2efI/AAAAAAAAAic/6kVMZxGR47s/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkheMi2edI/AAAAAAAAAiM/23dNiUxA9QU/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199724047423142354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkheMi2edI/AAAAAAAAAiM/23dNiUxA9QU/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkjLci2egI/AAAAAAAAAik/Dy3gAkybTXA/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199725924323850754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkjLci2egI/AAAAAAAAAik/Dy3gAkybTXA/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkkDci2eiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PEUAaZZmOmE/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199726886396525090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkkDci2eiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PEUAaZZmOmE/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkkVsi2ejI/AAAAAAAAAi8/HiPszTNtwZk/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199727199929137714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkkVsi2ejI/AAAAAAAAAi8/HiPszTNtwZk/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some much for updates. We are going to “visit” Mei Mei Caitlyn tonight at Dr Chua’s clinic. Daddy and Mummy are trying to get me involved as much as I can so that I would be a little less jealous that I would be. Hey, I’m still the King of the house ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Daddy is going for his reservist tomorrow. Hopefully he’d have some free time to do the thousand and one things he planned to do, including bringing me out to play and plan my very first Birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for my next post - Me and my Rides. And finally, YES MY BLOG IS GETTING SHORTER AND SHORTER. Wait till I learn to read, write and use the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7524770374400591585?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7524770374400591585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7524770374400591585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7524770374400591585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7524770374400591585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-has-been-long-2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/SCkfoMi2eaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8HgeDKV7rkw/s72-c/IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1355742065738523523</id><published>2008-03-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:06:43.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date!</title><content type='html'>After 3 long and boring days at home, Mummy finally decided I had served my time and decided to bring me for a play date at Gymboree with Ian, Athan and Joshua. Although I was still having slight sniffles, I was definitely ready for play anytime. For those who've been concerned over my recent illness, u can be assured that I'm more than fit now. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Nai Nai was worried that Mummy would not be a fun playmate, Shu Shu kindly volunteered to come along. Great! I had much fun at Gymboree and it was good to meet up with my friends once again. Think Mummy had a good time catching up with all the Aunties too. After the hour at Gymboree, we headed off to Pacific Coffee where the adults had their drinks and the babies theirs, except for me who had my porridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JRPP_VIyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bXJv9u-vrmo/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179791843861537570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JRPP_VIyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bXJv9u-vrmo/s200/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JRsf_VIzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qVKsFbGlcAg/s1600-h/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179792346372711218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JRsf_VIzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qVKsFbGlcAg/s200/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JRPP_VIyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bXJv9u-vrmo/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JPjf_VIvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ew9DYCKhf1k/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JQnv_VIxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Iaj7eeoml4c/s1600-h/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179791165256704786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JQnv_VIxI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Iaj7eeoml4c/s200/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JQDv_VIwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/B7sVu8dv0Lw/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179790546781414146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JQDv_VIwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/B7sVu8dv0Lw/s200/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179793029272511298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JSUP_VI0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/3uoBK1VAHgU/s320/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed Aunty Carolyn bouncing Ian vigorously up and down. That looked fun! I bounced along hinting to Mummy that I wanted a bit of that action too, but silly Mummy as always was oblivious to my hints. Hmm.. Aunty Cary, could you do that with me next time please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179793707877344082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JS7v_VI1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/vkKjxQ4PH_8/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's time for my shower. By the way, today marks the day where I can count 'One, Two' and see Daddy! Yipppee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1355742065738523523?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1355742065738523523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1355742065738523523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1355742065738523523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1355742065738523523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/play-date.html' title='Play Date!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-JRPP_VIyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bXJv9u-vrmo/s72-c/IMG_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7982610113659064256</id><published>2008-03-19T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:52:53.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Daddy's Information</title><content type='html'>Remember what I blogged recently about Mummy's IPS shopping? Daddy (I think who's curious to know what Mummy spent her money on) and I have been waiting eagerly for my loots to arrive and they finally have! I spotted a big toy - the Leapfrog Learn Around Playground - and got all excited but alas, it's not mine?! It belongs to Ryan. Instead I have got the following three new toys! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179344929670139122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C6xa41jPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/98z8U7DL3cY/s320/IMG_0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had just awoken from a nap and I see 3 new toys placed in front of me. My choice is obvious. First toy of preference - Mummy! (Mummy forced me to write this) See below for evidence. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;video's taking too long to upload.. will be uploaded at another time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I chose the toy bus, Mummy decided to open it for me to play with. Here's me examining my toy. As for the blur look, well, that's what one has come to expect from Little Isaiah, ain't it? In my defence, I was still drowsy. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179347961917050130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C9h641jRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nYAESi0Q-QM/s320/IMG_0986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179347059973917954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C8ta41jQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/RAzjSbfzlB4/s320/IMG_0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about my toys. Daddy and Mummy are thinking of going for a short getaway to Bintan next weekend. But they couldn't bear the thought of not bringing me along. Also, I would have kicked up a ruckus if they had even seriously considered that as it would be mighty unfair since Mei Mei Caitlyn would get to go. Given Mummy's last minute nature, she has only just submitted my application for a passport. Below are some of the photos edited by Shu Shu for my passport. Guess which was the final one chosen? Anyway, Daddy says I'll regret my folly of not taking good photos when I grow older. We'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C_IK41jSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gO6wtNdItq8/s1600-h/Isaiah-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179349718558674210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C_IK41jSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gO6wtNdItq8/s200/Isaiah-final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179349877472464178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C_Ra41jTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7T_gbv3Sgmw/s200/Isaiah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179350062156057922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C_cK41jUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/FYYLsUCp0SE/s320/Isaiah3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yupz, this huge picture will be the one in my passport. Handsome eh? ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7982610113659064256?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7982610113659064256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7982610113659064256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7982610113659064256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7982610113659064256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-daddys-information.html' title='For Daddy&apos;s Information'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R-C6xa41jPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/98z8U7DL3cY/s72-c/IMG_0977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2895802043819215927</id><published>2008-03-18T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:25:44.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially For Daddy</title><content type='html'>Daddy, the picture and video below were taken specially for you. These are the 2 actions I enjoy doing for the week. You know how I hate taking pictures and will definitely either look away or try to grab the camera but after hearing Mummy say these 2 were for you, I decided to cooperate for once. See how important you are to me. ;P I luff ya, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178894198622227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R98g1a41jOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JlvLQAagR8s/s320/Isaiah+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a32cd6191d3c901a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da32cd6191d3c901a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33D07788774B5178E622A05139A4136B9EF1DFA8.F13E10C179B90F9493D9A6A808EE92A1F6ED89%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da32cd6191d3c901a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DplXjd3tvsy5KykKJtsQhmF7NAfY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da32cd6191d3c901a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33D07788774B5178E622A05139A4136B9EF1DFA8.F13E10C179B90F9493D9A6A808EE92A1F6ED89%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da32cd6191d3c901a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DplXjd3tvsy5KykKJtsQhmF7NAfY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. As always, silly Mummy took the video in the wrong manner and there'll be no encore from me yet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2895802043819215927?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a32cd6191d3c901a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2895802043819215927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=2895802043819215927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2895802043819215927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2895802043819215927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/specially-for-daddy.html' title='Specially For Daddy'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R98g1a41jOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JlvLQAagR8s/s72-c/Isaiah+308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7056140791530645928</id><published>2008-03-17T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:38:51.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Art Piece and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94Gva41i9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/grY0IBP1_JY/s1600-h/IMG_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178584033263979474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94Gva41i9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/grY0IBP1_JY/s200/IMG_0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Monday and I'm stuck at home although Mummy's at home too. The reason? I'm ill. Guess I had too much excitement and lack of sleep last week. But well, I'm a strong boy and I'm still active and happy thus no one needs to be overly worried. It was off to Dr Ong this morning and as always, I had to cry when she used the stethescope on me. It's a cold and unfriendly thing. Dr Ong said I was a funny baby. I don't think she meant it in a nice way but well, I shall not be offended as I do always feel better after seeing her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The diagnosis? I've caught a cold and am having a slight sore throat. According to what Dr Ong tells Mummy, I may develop a fever anytime and also start losing my appetite. Hmm, I don't think that's going to happen as I'm definitely going to sleep away this illness. Also, I cannot stand the thought of missing out on any more fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let me tell you about the weekend that has just passed. On Saturday, I was sent off for a trial class (again). This time it was a 1.5hr long class (double the time of most classes) at Julia Gabriel. I must say this class packs the most activities so far and even has yummy snacks! There were FOUR teachers in the class. I enjoyed the story telling session, water play and music the most! I also produced my very first art piece in the class. Gong Gong was suitably impressed by my performance in class and is even willing to sponsor a term! A pity they only have weekday classes and Mummy feels it's a bit too expensive. After class, we headed for lunch and home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178585351818939362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94H8K41i-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/gfFIPkHVIz4/s320/IMG_0969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178585996064033778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94Ihq41i_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/0iQ0YVHWeBM/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened on Sunday. I went for the last lesson of Dream Pillow at Kindermusik. I tried to enjoy myself but it was a tad difficult as I had a blocked nose. I didn't like being a 'tuba' in Mummy's arms. It doesn't feel as secure as when Daddy carries me. I miss you Daddy. Do be the one that swings me at the next lesson ya? Oh ya, I also got my 2nd certificate from Kindermusik. I did not hesitate to make my mark on it by trying to crush it. ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, talking about Daddy. Why is it that 'one, two' is taking forever? And now Mummy says it's "one, two, three, four, five, six"? Also, why aren't you in any of the photos that you've taken? I want to know how you look now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, time to nap again. Mummy says this is the best way to get well as she's probaby not going to be giving me medication for too long. She has this thing about medicines and it irks her to bits that I actually enjoy my meds. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178586739093376002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94JM641jAI/AAAAAAAAAeU/9j6qzBcrqE8/s320/IMG_0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7056140791530645928?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7056140791530645928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7056140791530645928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7056140791530645928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7056140791530645928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-art-piece-and-more.html' title='My First Art Piece and More'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94Gva41i9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/grY0IBP1_JY/s72-c/IMG_0818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3649431594851525719</id><published>2008-03-17T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:59:12.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghent and Brugge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday isn't exactly the most exciting day of the week here in Brussels as almost all the shops are closed. So Daddy signed for for a day tour of near cities Ghent and Brugge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bright and early on a Sunday morning, Daddy headed off to Ghent on a tour bus filled to the brim with tourists. It was an uneventful ride with some commentaries over the headphones along the way. Here are some pictures of Ghent:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91obq41ivI/AAAAAAAAAcM/C4Bt6zplCMc/s1600-h/IMAGE_00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178409971124374258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91obq41ivI/AAAAAAAAAcM/C4Bt6zplCMc/s200/IMAGE_00172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410078498556674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91oh641iwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8esRbV_8XGE/s200/IMAGE_00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and at Ghent, Daddy went into a cathedral which has the following sign:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91pJK41i1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/uWptmJpOc8o/s1600-h/IMAGE_00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410752808422226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91pJK41i1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/uWptmJpOc8o/s320/IMAGE_00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How thoughtful of them to reserve the whole cathedral for tourists!" thought Daddy. And so he, together with the rest in his group, went in to take photos. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91o7a41izI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tdJ0vnV23dQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410516585220914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91o7a41izI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tdJ0vnV23dQ/s200/IMAGE_00176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410636844305218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91pCa41i0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/sGy4WLTJBzY/s200/IMAGE_00177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However a church person came up and told them not to take photos and that the cathedral is reserved for worshippers only. HUH? It was after a second look at the sign that Daddy understood the true meaning of the sign. Ah, the wonders of the English Language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there are an exhibition on smurfs. The smurfs are 50 years old this year and UNICEF is having this competition to paint a smurf. For 10 euros, you get a HUGE smurf and get to paint it too (like the ones in the picture below on the right )! Daddy bought 2. Wonder if they are for Mei Mei Caitlyn and myself or for himself. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91orK41ixI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IahxBTKmkCA/s1600-h/IMAGE_00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410237412346642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91orK41ixI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IahxBTKmkCA/s200/IMAGE_00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410370556332834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91oy641iyI/AAAAAAAAAck/KrYg5k5NNj0/s200/IMAGE_00175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then at Brugge, Daddy was famished. He and Aunty Ivy ordered mussels in wine sauce and flemish stew. Yum yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91pQ641i2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/xmajpDhkqOc/s1600-h/IMAGE_00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410885952408418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91pQ641i2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/xmajpDhkqOc/s200/IMAGE_00181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178410997621558130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91pXa41i3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/4EqQnZIHTbI/s200/IMAGE_00182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after that it was some sightseeing and shopping! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91p2a41i6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/j4V33Ldt1GY/s1600-h/IMAGE_00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178411530197502882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91p2a41i6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/j4V33Ldt1GY/s200/IMAGE_00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178411169420249986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91pha41i4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/L48GcuVeNmc/s200/IMAGE_00187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91qPa41i8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/xQurneNdjuE/s1600-h/IMAGE_00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178411959694232514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91qPa41i8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/xQurneNdjuE/s200/IMAGE_00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178411697701227442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91qAK41i7I/AAAAAAAAAds/7u0ROLgBD8U/s200/IMAGE_00183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daddy bought some pralines there. No pictures of them but I think Daddy's drool tells it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having some bad sniffles the past few days and Mummy would be bringing me to see the doctor tomorrow. I think Daddy is very worried over at the other side of the globe. But don't worry Daddy, I'd get Mummy to report on my status first thing tomorrow ok. I'm a strong boy remember? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3649431594851525719?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3649431594851525719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=3649431594851525719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3649431594851525719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3649431594851525719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/ghent-and-brugge.html' title='Ghent and Brugge'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R91obq41ivI/AAAAAAAAAcM/C4Bt6zplCMc/s72-c/IMAGE_00172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4278550517206243042</id><published>2008-03-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:09:17.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussel Sprouts and Mussels</title><content type='html'>It is Saturday at Brussels now. As Daddy does not have any meetings on weekends, he is free to roam. This, he explored more of the city. Walked and walked and walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of the sights in the city:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9wBHK41imI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IU-41ZmPinU/s1600-h/IMAGE_00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178014894262684258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9wBHK41imI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IU-41ZmPinU/s200/IMAGE_00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178014241427655250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9wAhK41ilI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hX9NZcQQs0M/s200/IMAGE_00169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9v_9K41ikI/AAAAAAAAAa0/aH6CtYEirZ8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178013622952364610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9v_9K41ikI/AAAAAAAAAa0/aH6CtYEirZ8/s200/IMAGE_00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178015010226801266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9wBN641inI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AZMjBqnMZDc/s200/IMAGE_00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Daddy's last post on the clothes he bought for Mei Mei Caitlyn and me, I heard some protests of him being unfair - being biased towards me. So being the ever gracious baby that I am, I allowed Daddy to buy some more things for Mei Mei. In the picture below showing Daddy's latest purchases, I have 1 polo T and 1 monkey t-shirt. Mei Mei Caitlyn, on the other hand, has 1 pink floral bandana, 1 pink beanie-type hat, 1 pair of tortoise socks, 1 pink top and 1 white bottom. All these cost Daddy more than 40 euros. *Cheap* hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9wBX641ioI/AAAAAAAAAbU/HskoZZODSYo/s1600-h/IMAGE_00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178015182025493122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9wBX641ioI/AAAAAAAAAbU/HskoZZODSYo/s320/IMAGE_00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So please do not say I am the favoured one ok. Mei Mei Caitlyn and myself are favourites in Daddy and Mummy's hearts :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, Daddy is going to Bruges tomorrow. Daddy - REMEMBER TO BUY SOMETHING FOR YOUR BIG BABY ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4278550517206243042?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4278550517206243042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4278550517206243042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4278550517206243042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4278550517206243042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/brussel-sprouts-and-mussels.html' title='Brussel Sprouts and Mussels'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9wBHK41imI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IU-41ZmPinU/s72-c/IMAGE_00165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1171433355584951212</id><published>2008-03-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:21:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY PLAY PLAY!</title><content type='html'>Just back from dinner at Clementi with Ye Ye, Nai Nai and Mummy. I had my porridge (again) and they had their claypot chicken rice. As always, what did I have to do? Poo! It's so much fun to watch the pained expression on Mummy's face whenever I do this, especially at places with no changing area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about my bowel movements. Where did I stop in my previous entry? Tuesday. So now, Wednesday was more ordinary. Mummy woke up bright and early and headed off to work. So, it was back to the ordinary routine for me. Who knows, Mummy came back in the afternoon again, and after a phone call from Gong Gong, we (Gong Gong, Nai Nai, Mummy and I) were off to Bukit Timah Plaza to do some grocery shopping. Everyone thought I would be sleeping, but nope, I kept my eyes peeled and was happy in the trolley. We bumped into Grandaunty Betty (whom I've ever met before) and she stuffed this red packet into my romper. It hurt and I made my opinion about that act known loud and clear. Red packets are not meant to be put into baby's rompers! After getting all the grocery, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday morning, I woke up and saw Dionne jie-jie in my house. Hmmm, that was strange. I don't usually see her in the mornings do I? I kept staring at her for I was not sure if I was dreaming. It turns out that she had stayed over the night before as Mummy, Shu Shu and her were heading off to IPS (for those not in the know, it's Isetan Private Sale) bright and early in the morning. I heard Mumym bought many toys for me but I'll only get them next Wed. I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they came back from IPS, Nai Nai and I joined them in the little red Getz and it was off to Vivo City. Why were we going there? Gymboree Play Gym!! Yee har! Everyone took turns to go in and play with me but Shu Shu was there throughout the hour. He's turning out to be a great playmate! I shall let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94XEK41jKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZaYVhozcZNU/s1600-h/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178601981932309666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94XEK41jKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZaYVhozcZNU/s200/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94To641jGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/P1KkysbjYNY/s1600-h/IMG_0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178598215245991010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94To641jGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/P1KkysbjYNY/s200/IMG_0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94UcK41jHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rZGG1XNnjKI/s1600-h/IMG_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178599095714286706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94UcK41jHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rZGG1XNnjKI/s200/IMG_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94VIa41jII/AAAAAAAAAfU/uEWL9QArqic/s1600-h/IMG_0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178599855923498114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94VIa41jII/AAAAAAAAAfU/uEWL9QArqic/s200/IMG_0849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94Wla41jJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E_CjYXrsESg/s1600-h/IMG_0858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178601453651332242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94Wla41jJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E_CjYXrsESg/s200/IMG_0858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94YJ641jLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FoYsIHTksCA/s1600-h/IMG_0868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178603180228185266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94YJ641jLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FoYsIHTksCA/s200/IMG_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94jXa41jMI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rYZ90nL0khU/s1600-h/IMG_0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178615506784324802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94jXa41jMI/AAAAAAAAAf0/rYZ90nL0khU/s200/IMG_0872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94mXa41jNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-qa3qiPTRyM/s1600-h/IMG_0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178618805319208146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94mXa41jNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-qa3qiPTRyM/s200/IMG_0878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94S7641jFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DtvQ7KCUl8g/s1600-h/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY. Why do I already feel exhausted? But was Mummy going to let me off given that she rarely is able to have time to spend with me? Nope. And am I going to complain? NAH.. It was off to Fidgets at Turf City where babies and children can play. Mummy had thought it would be free admission but they said she would have to pay $8 for me to enter. So she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at the little fidgets section meant for children below 4. Well, it wasn't that much fun and I was rather apprehensive. Also, I was a tad lethargic as I had yet to have my lunch. After about an hour, Mummy decided it was time to feed me. After my lunch (this time the adults watched little Isaiah eat), Nai Nai, Mummy and Shu Shu decided to bring me to the play area meant for above 4. Mummy decided to demonstrate me how to crawl through the maze and off I went. It was great fun and my favourite part was going down the tunnel slide with Shu Shu. Did I say what a great playmate he was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to go have my milk milk now to replenish for my activities tomorrow. But I think there'll only be Kinder class tomorrow as I am having a bit of a runny nose and worry wart Mummy doesn't want me to fall ill. Hey, I am game for fun and outings anytime k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, least I forget - Daddy, I do try to miss u a little everyday but it's getting difficult with all the activities Mummy has planned. Maybe next week, I'll miss you more. But I remember how to keep from missing you. Just count 'one, two'.. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more pics coming up later.. Mummy has to set her exam papers! haha ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1171433355584951212?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1171433355584951212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1171433355584951212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1171433355584951212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1171433355584951212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/play-play-play.html' title='PLAY PLAY PLAY!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94XEK41jKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZaYVhozcZNU/s72-c/IMG_0840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-226290147207502485</id><published>2008-03-15T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:25:34.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Make Up Classes and Gyms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x6ra41iqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/RDpgzBhh5so/s1600-h/IMG_0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178148557939903138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x6ra41iqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/RDpgzBhh5so/s200/IMG_0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something special about this week. I've been told over and over it's the school hols, but how does that apply to a little baby like me?? Well, I'm starting to love school hols if this is any indication what school hols are about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday started off like any regular Monday with mummy heading off to work. I went about my usual activities with Nai Nai and Shu Shu. But something special happened, mummy was home early in the afternoon. Strange. Soon after, I was changed and Gong Gong had appeared at my house. What was happening? Oh ya, I had to attend a make-up Kinder class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had yet to have my afternoon nap, I was drowsy and promptly fell asleep in the car a grand FIVE minutes before arriving at Tanglin Mall. Well, who said babies were unpredictable?;P Mummy feared the worst - that she had made a wasted trip but yours truly did not disappoint. I woke up upon reaching the class and enjoyed myself to the best of my ability given that the teacher was really B-O-R-I-N-G. Where's teacher Shauna? The worst part was she did not allow Gong Gong to come into the class because the class had 'all ladies and it would be inconvenient?' Hmm, wonder why since it was just playing with instruments ALL the time. We headed home after Kinder with mummy telling me about how I would have a busy Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday comes bright and early. Mummy didn't head off to work. Instead it was hustle bustle - bathe Isaiah, feed Isaiah, 'go-to-sleep-please Isaiah, cook porridge for Isaiah - and off we went to Leisure Park with Gong Gong. Mummy had found out about a free trial at JWT kids gym from Auntie Joycelyn, and there we were headed. It was a long car ride and was i glad when we finally reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym looked promising with many toys strewn on the floor. Sampling time for little Isaiah, me. Think the little plastic human figures and bells tasted slightly better than the maracas. Class started and as usual, I enjoyed most of it. I also got to meet up with Trishelle and Gabriel but I was more interested in the bells for today. I think I loved the flying fox the most! Must get Daddy to get something like that fixed up at home. I also got to try out many different toy cars and a swing. All in all, f-u-n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x8Oq41isI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HI1m9A7gPdE/s1600-h/IMG_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178150263041919682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x8Oq41isI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HI1m9A7gPdE/s200/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x7fa41irI/AAAAAAAAAbs/utb-YeTGgZo/s1600-h/IMG_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178149451293100722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x7fa41irI/AAAAAAAAAbs/utb-YeTGgZo/s200/IMG_0787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x9LK41iuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YwbXC0yZZ_4/s1600-h/IMG_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178151302424005346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x9LK41iuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YwbXC0yZZ_4/s200/IMG_0797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x8uK41itI/AAAAAAAAAb8/aVP-oUyXBzo/s1600-h/IMG_0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178150804207798994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x8uK41itI/AAAAAAAAAb8/aVP-oUyXBzo/s200/IMG_0795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94KSa41jBI/AAAAAAAAAec/N3gK_fYJhSU/s1600-h/IMG_0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178587933094284306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94KSa41jBI/AAAAAAAAAec/N3gK_fYJhSU/s200/IMG_0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94LYK41jDI/AAAAAAAAAes/7AEfgVyaXrU/s1600-h/IMG_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178589131390159922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94LYK41jDI/AAAAAAAAAes/7AEfgVyaXrU/s200/IMG_0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178588581634346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94K4K41jCI/AAAAAAAAAek/-60feW8MWKI/s200/IMG_0806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trial, mummy, Gong Gong and I headed off to the foodcourt where the adults had their chicken rice and me, my porridge. Of course, you could always count on me to add some spice to life and i puked out quite a bit of porridge when Gong Gong was feeding me. Off to the changing room we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I was drowsy and fell asleep, comfortable as a joey, carried by kangeroo Gong Gong. I was bundled into the car and it was off again to Tanglin Mall for my second Kinder make-up class. This class was much more fun and had more action but I still like teacher Shauna best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I thought I would be able to tell you about my play gym at Gymboree on Thursday but think I need to head off for a nap. Will dream about Isaiah sandwiches to stop myself from missing Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178592146457201730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R94OHq41jEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YnhFTTe4zUQ/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-226290147207502485?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/226290147207502485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=226290147207502485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/226290147207502485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/226290147207502485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-make-up-classes-and-gyms.html' title='Of Make Up Classes and Gyms'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9x6ra41iqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/RDpgzBhh5so/s72-c/IMG_0821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1200514923711575614</id><published>2008-03-14T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:49:20.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussel Sprouts and Mussels Part 2</title><content type='html'>What day is it today? Is Daddy going to come home, like now? This hide and seek is getting too boring. I'm sure Daddy misses us to bits! Even though we'd been video-conferencing the past few days, all I see is a "fake" Daddy on the computer screen! And I also hear Daddy's voice over this contraception called the telephone, I cannot see him! What is going on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can understand the complex adult world anytime soon hor? In any case, here are some more pictures of Brussels, including their famous Grand Place, that Daddy took with his trusty dopod. Oh ya, Daddy didn't even bother to go see the famous sculpture of that pissing little boy - why does he need to see a stone boy piss when he can see a real one doing the same thing eh? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oqu5RkoiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/C5WDb__IgaQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177497706752680482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oqu5RkoiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/C5WDb__IgaQ/s200/IMAGE_00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177497861371503154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oq35RkojI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SOBQGqeD3Ug/s200/IMAGE_00156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9orEJRkolI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hmVa_Bjkqi8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177498071824900690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9orEJRkolI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hmVa_Bjkqi8/s200/IMAGE_00158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177497964450718274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oq95RkokI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2bZJa55VBxM/s200/IMAGE_00159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's where Daddy has his meetings everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9or25RkooI/AAAAAAAAAas/yvdUKan8OnI/s1600-h/IMAGE_00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177498943703261826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9or25RkooI/AAAAAAAAAas/yvdUKan8OnI/s200/IMAGE_00150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177498638760583794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9orlJRkonI/AAAAAAAAAak/qml0Q0-i2ck/s200/IMAGE_00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, Daddy tried some mussels and Belgium beer 2 nights ago. The mussels were good but you know Daddy isn't exactly an alcohol person, so let's just pass on the beer lah hor. And while Daddy's doing his Houdini, he bought his little babies some clothes. The ones in the right photograph are for me while the pink one in the left photograph is for Mei Mei Caitlyn. Hee hee I got more clothes! But I think Daddy is going to have 1 problem - what is he going to buy for his BIG baby? *STRESS* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oqMpRkofI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vMXhlP9XSfE/s1600-h/IMAGE_00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177497118342160882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oqMpRkofI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vMXhlP9XSfE/s200/IMAGE_00160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177497534953988626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oqk5RkohI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Wjy_PLOzxwU/s200/IMAGE_00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1200514923711575614?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1200514923711575614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1200514923711575614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1200514923711575614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1200514923711575614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/brussels-sprouts-and-mussels-part-2.html' title='Brussel Sprouts and Mussels Part 2'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9oqu5RkoiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/C5WDb__IgaQ/s72-c/IMAGE_00155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6217075892072929160</id><published>2008-03-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:22:16.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ritz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z5FpRkoeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Rpxjx69WkKI/s1600-h/IMG_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176457959594828258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z5FpRkoeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Rpxjx69WkKI/s200/IMG_0681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;editor's note: my regular scribe is away for 2 weeks. do bear with the not so worthy replacement in the meantime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been 3 days since Daddy has flown off to Brussels. I kinda miss him I think. Everyone has been asking me where he is and I'm constantly looking at the door when people ask me that. Well, guess Brussels is not exactly near the door then. I've also mastered the art of pronouncing 'Daddy' but HE's going to be the last one to hear that! Nonetheless, I'm enjoying myself without him thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176453467059036546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z1AJRkoYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/h3LA3_2cNEA/s320/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sending Daddy off at the airport, I headed to the Ritz Carlton with Gong Gong, Po Po and Mummy. While Daddy has to make do with his humble "3-star" hotel, I'm living the life. ;p Of course, I did not make things easy for Gong Gong and Po Po (who were caring for me while Mummy headed off for a wedding dinner) and only finally fell asleep around 11pm. Well, u can't blame me. Everything in the room was different from the one I have at home and BOTH Daddy and Mummy weren't around. Throughout the night, I fussed and poor Mummy ended up having to sleep with me on top of her. Here's one thing I don't understand though. Why does Mei Mei Caitlyn keep having to kick me while i lay atop Mummy's tummy? She'd better learn to share or I'll teach her a lesson or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, I got up bright and early. For a moment, I was disoriented then remembered I was at the Ritz. Not sure what the big deal about the hotel is. My own house is bigger. Gong Gong decided that he would bring me for a swim in the bathtub! Fun! After that it was off to Marina Square where the adults had their Mac breakfast and me, a nap. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful save for Mummy's constant tearing and I think she even cried. Again, it's JUST 2 weeks. 'One, Two' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z2XJRkoaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rNXw-CfRoTE/s1600-h/IMG_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176454961707655586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z2XJRkoaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rNXw-CfRoTE/s200/IMG_0765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z1sZRkoZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/h4A33pHYC3s/s1600-h/IMG_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176454227268247954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z1sZRkoZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/h4A33pHYC3s/s200/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the stay at Ritz, it was back to our humble abode at Bukit Batok. This is where the BIG change for me is.. Loads and loads of space on the bed! I'll let the pictures do the talking. Daddy, please remember where your space is when you come back to Singapore - the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176455794931311026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z3HpRkobI/AAAAAAAAAZE/gSr4_tUVRxU/s320/IMG_0779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176457049061761474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z4QpRkocI/AAAAAAAAAZM/N0bHNdYS4zM/s320/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176457534393065938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z4s5RkodI/AAAAAAAAAZU/W62mx8pKU4A/s320/IMG_0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look out for my next blog on the classes I'll be attending this week. Mummy's way of missing Daddy less - bringing Isaiah out often! I likes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6217075892072929160?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6217075892072929160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6217075892072929160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6217075892072929160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6217075892072929160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/ritz.html' title='The Ritz'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Z5FpRkoeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Rpxjx69WkKI/s72-c/IMG_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-142966667144962381</id><published>2008-03-10T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:30:17.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussel Sprouts &amp; Mussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy went to Brussels yesterday. Before he flew off, we went for a trial class with many of my little friends. My cousin, Kiev also went for it! It was O-K lah. Nothing I hadn't seen before ;).Daddy doesn't have the pics with him now so we'd have to wait for Mummy to load them up when she's free :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we went to Changi Terminal 3 for dinner. By WE I meant Daddy, Mummy, Gong Gong, Por Por, Uncle Cecil, Aunty Fern, Uncle Eng Guan, Aunty Priscilla, Kiev, Zepth and yours truly!!!! For 2 whole weeks only what. Big deal! Well I don't really know how long that is but should be very fast lah hor? "One" then "two" liao mah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Daddy took some photos of his hotel room. A "very 3-star" European hotel apparently. See for yourself! Daddy also has some exciting story to tell us abt his taxi ride from the airport to the hotel. But guess he won't tell until he video-calls us later this evening (Brussels is 7 hours behind Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Qc6ZRkoVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YQEqkp65ApQ/s1600-h/10032008+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175793661298123090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Qc6ZRkoVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YQEqkp65ApQ/s200/10032008+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175794954083279202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9QeFpRkoWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UYBvdWLezZU/s200/10032008+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Qb75RkoTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dm4sb7J6vuk/s1600-h/10032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175792587556299058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Qb75RkoTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dm4sb7J6vuk/s200/10032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175793180261785922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9QceZRkoUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FKOjd7Y_Wjs/s200/10032008+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think I'm doing fine with him away. I merely have 1 less human pillow at night. But you know what? I have this sneaky feeling he misses Mummy, Mei Mei Caitlyn and yours truly to a ga-zillion bits!!! Hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-142966667144962381?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/142966667144962381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=142966667144962381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/142966667144962381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/142966667144962381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/brussel-sprouts-mussels.html' title='Brussel Sprouts &amp; Mussels'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R9Qc6ZRkoVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YQEqkp65ApQ/s72-c/10032008+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1760899247736864610</id><published>2008-02-20T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:32:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Gong Xi!!</title><content type='html'>It's THAT time of the year when little chidren like me get all excited about getting ang pows. As this is my first, I did not know what the fuss was all about (Nai Nai had been giving me training on perfecting the art of 'gong xi gong xi').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right... On the night before CNY, Daddy and Mummy gave me this ang pow which they put under my pillow. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168973055375096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vhm4MyuWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Z7EeHK8gFPg/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then the next morning, this being their first CNY with a little baby, Daddy and Mummy had a tought time getting me ready for the visiting. Plus I wasn't exactly a co-operative boy scout ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7viqoMyuXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/gQ7o8LqV0kU/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168974219311233394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7viqoMyuXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/gQ7o8LqV0kU/s200/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168974966635542914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vjWIMyuYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bcUtn80JWCw/s200/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vj-YMyuZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-4_Q-G9JDRc/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168975658125277586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vj-YMyuZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-4_Q-G9JDRc/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168976263715666338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vkhoMyuaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XwpDnGgjPnw/s200/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to many places and I got lots of ang pows! I really like the ang pows, with lots of mooh-la in it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168978127731472834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vmOIMyucI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l9UDxvqXeMw/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168977487781345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vlo4MyubI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9Ns7WfpvV0s/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of my little sibling later this year, I foresee really exciting CNY for many years to come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1760899247736864610?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1760899247736864610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1760899247736864610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1760899247736864610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1760899247736864610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-gong-xi.html' title='Gong Xi Gong Xi!!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7vhm4MyuWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Z7EeHK8gFPg/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4147237150307398709</id><published>2008-02-20T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:03:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go "Bump" in the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I awoke 1 night with a start - I am on the bedroom floor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The loud BUMP jolted Daddy and Mummy from their sleep and they came running to carry me up. I felt some pain but didn't know what happened so I cried. Loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I sleep on Daddy and Mummy's bed. In between them. I guess I must have rolled and rolled myelf off the bed in my sleep. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168969782610016594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7veoYMyuVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nGJP-pBnrNA/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I (and yes Daddy and Mummy too) wondered how I did it without waking any of them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No bruises can be found and I was back to my normal playful the next morning, much to everyone's relief. In any case, Daddy and Mummy put a mattress on the floor in case I attempt a Houdini and fall off the bed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4147237150307398709?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4147237150307398709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4147237150307398709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4147237150307398709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4147237150307398709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='Things that go &quot;Bump&quot; in the night'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R7veoYMyuVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nGJP-pBnrNA/s72-c/IMG_0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2778559422049877322</id><published>2008-01-21T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:56:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>How time flies. I am now more than 7 months old! Now that I’m older, I get to do more interesting things. And I am going to tell you all about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157888780168132690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SAhJTk-FI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Vjp0y-ATCjE/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got to eat “adult” food when I was 6 months old. Ok not really adult food, but solid food. Hey I still love my milk but it wouldn’t hurt to have a little bit more variety right? Mummy started me on cereals. I wasn’t used to the taste and texture at first and I puked a few times. But after some days and foods, like bananas and honeydew, I was HOOKED. Now I look forward to my morning cereals, afternoon snack and evening porridge eagerly. Yum! Yum! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SCn5Tk-JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-hE17T_MW4E/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157891095155505298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SCn5Tk-JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-hE17T_MW4E/s200/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157889875384793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SBg5Tk-HI/AAAAAAAAAVM/l66byafOdSg/s200/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an extremely satisfied customer. My actions speak for themselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SDFZTk-KI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dauDfV5GCbc/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157891601961646242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SDFZTk-KI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dauDfV5GCbc/s200/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157890515334920322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SCGJTk-II/AAAAAAAAAVU/UInN5YTUdqU/s200/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second thing I’d like to tell (or rather, show) is that I can now sit unassisted since three weeks ago. This is me playing happily on my “Little” Grand-aunt’s bed. Hee hee just for your information, I puked on the bed on the 2 different occasions I played there. And then there's this macho picture of yours truly after I ripped out my romper like Hulk Hogan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SDe5Tk-LI/AAAAAAAAAVs/U9Rpn9BGog8/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157892040048310450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SDe5Tk-LI/AAAAAAAAAVs/U9Rpn9BGog8/s200/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157892658523601090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SEC5Tk-MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/REKos8u_VX4/s200/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides sitting unassisted, I can now crawl! Initially I “crawled” like a frog. What’s that you say? You see, at the time I hadn't mastered the coordination of crawling yet, so I get on all fours and sort of propel myself forward. Cool huh? But I am getting the hang of it though – I now can crawl on all fours, hunting ants for snacks. Yum! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157893298473728210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SEoJTk-NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Qy31NDni-ZY/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And just 2 weeks ago, I can pull myself up and stand on my own (supported by the cot of course). It’s tiring, yes, but the satisfaction is priceless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SHOZTk-RI/AAAAAAAAAWc/rx5rV98oMP0/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157896154626980114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SHOZTk-RI/AAAAAAAAAWc/rx5rV98oMP0/s200/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157895617756068098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SGvJTk-QI/AAAAAAAAAWU/m6192SGnAXA/s200/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy and Mummy brought me to swim after a 2-month break. I was a bit apprehensive at first, the water being so cold and all. But after a while, I started to relax a little and began to take it in my stride. See me in little Kiev’s swimming float. This is the life I tell you. Now all I need are some grapes and a couple of bikini-clad babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157897331448019250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SIS5Tk-TI/AAAAAAAAAWs/kvWFuTABdGo/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my little teeth are coming out! I have 2 little pieces of ivory spouting from my lower jaw. Haha the love-bites that I always give Daddy and Mummy have just gotten more interesting. Bye bye for now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157896833231812898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SH15Tk-SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/CDhezDY2p0M/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2778559422049877322?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2778559422049877322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=2778559422049877322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2778559422049877322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2778559422049877322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R5SAhJTk-FI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Vjp0y-ATCjE/s72-c/IMG_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-473169013885867471</id><published>2007-12-22T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:28:45.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Off - Airport Terminal 3</title><content type='html'>Daddy and Mummy decided to bring me to the new Terminal 3 during one of Daddy’s off days while he was on reservist. So Nai Nai, Daddy, Mummy and little Isaiah packed into the little red Getz and zoomed off all the way to the east. The trip there was uneventful – zoom zoom zoom all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ybJ5Tk99I/AAAAAAAAAT8/0CRXc6pKPJY/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146659068481697746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ybJ5Tk99I/AAAAAAAAAT8/0CRXc6pKPJY/s200/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146659558107969506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ybmZTk9-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/I9c6G5269HY/s200/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached Changi Terminal 2 after slightly more than half an hour. We then took this longish thing called the skytrain to Terminal 3. That was the first time I took this contraption and I enjoyed looking out of the windows very much :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146660047734241266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ycC5Tk9_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/cDsIuq1X7sc/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Terminal 3 was still essentially a works-in-progress. Although the open house was on, there were renovation works here and there. A bit dusty, if you ask me. We also had to pay $1 each to explore the more restricted areas like the boarding area. Rather expensive. Good thing the proceeds go to charity. Babies go in for free so I strongly encourage all babies to go take a look. Hey I got the chance to sit on a $800 seat! See all the pictures we took ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ycz5Tk-AI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wsVZ1ERAuCU/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146660889547831298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ycz5Tk-AI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wsVZ1ERAuCU/s200/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2yfq5Tk-DI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xjcg--_WbzA/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146664033463892018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2yfq5Tk-DI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Xjcg--_WbzA/s200/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146662680549193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2yecJTk-CI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yhh2hvDDiRI/s200/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146661800080898066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ydo5Tk-BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/47cbb_vMwhw/s200/IMG_0028a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After touring, we had something light to eat at Burger King – the adults ate their yummy food while I only get milk. Hmph no fair!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146664785083168834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ygWpTk-EI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_kYAsb7T0SA/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-473169013885867471?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/473169013885867471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=473169013885867471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/473169013885867471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/473169013885867471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/taking-off-airport-terminal-3.html' title='Taking Off - Airport Terminal 3'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ybJ5Tk99I/AAAAAAAAAT8/0CRXc6pKPJY/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-472077020153851634</id><published>2007-12-16T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:22:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindermusik Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiya all. Do you remember my happy experience at Kindermusik in one of my earlier posts? I enjoyed it so much that Daddy and Mummy decided to enroll me in one of the modules! Yee-ha! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144515987175176066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2T-CJTk94I/AAAAAAAAATU/Q5hoZBDrvqw/s320/P1010987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first class was on a Wednesday (21 Nov). It was supposed to be a make-up lesson cos Daddy and Mummy are not able to make it for one of the “normal” lessons. Daddy was the one accompanying me (and other subsequent lessons) while Mummy and Nai Nai watched from the outside. However, I was a bit apprehensive that day. You see, Daddy just took his IPPT earlier that morning. Having slacked for 2 weeks followed by another 2 weeks of flu, he huffed and puffed and he managed to pass (yippee $100 for me again!). But can he take the physical punishment that the Kindermusik instructor is going to mete out? He can pass out for all I care. Just make sure he does not drop me ok! Better wear safety helmet just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144517060917000082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2T_ApTk95I/AAAAAAAAATc/d0JwLrJTxb0/s320/P1010990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I was really excited. Even the “prelude” – playing with some rubber balls – made me grin from ear to ear! See my toothless grin ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ZNRZTk97I/AAAAAAAAATs/0jxJtyVgoio/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144884585563486130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ZNRZTk97I/AAAAAAAAATs/0jxJtyVgoio/s200/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ZNwJTk98I/AAAAAAAAAT0/YDNVvb1CGiE/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144885113844463554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2ZNwJTk98I/AAAAAAAAAT0/YDNVvb1CGiE/s200/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just too bad that they do not allow photographs to be taken, otherwise, you’d see more toothless grins! Oh yes, and Daddy survived. Sure he was clumsy and looked lost in a room full of mummies (he was the only daddy there, you see). But the important thing was he survived. Well done Daddy! Really look forward to the classes in future. For now, I'd better catch up on my beauty sleep! Zzzzz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144517898435622818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2T_xZTk96I/AAAAAAAAATk/tBULz5oo-v8/s400/P1020038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-472077020153851634?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/472077020153851634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=472077020153851634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/472077020153851634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/472077020153851634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/kindermusik-part-2.html' title='Kindermusik Part 2'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R2T-CJTk94I/AAAAAAAAATU/Q5hoZBDrvqw/s72-c/P1010987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6727906973023086302</id><published>2007-12-05T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:51:46.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day For Mummy!</title><content type='html'>29 October 1981 is the day my Mummy was born. And 29 October every year is when Daddy has to crack his brains to plan something “special” for Mummy. And boy is the going tough for Daddy ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, at least he managed to keep Mummy in suspense until the very last minute (at least he thought so). What did he do? He first arranged for Mummy to go for a new hair-do at Reds at Bugis Junction. Mummy had been wanting to go for a new hairstyle you see. So Daddy took me shopping at Bugis Junction while Mummy got her hair cut. This pic shows Daddy and me at her office that morning - poor Mummy had to go to school on her Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140450026627277890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aMEF7EJEI/AAAAAAAAARk/bWjCtyB5-XU/s320/P1010887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;See Mummy’s new look. Doesn’t she look great? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140449348022445106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aLcl7EJDI/AAAAAAAAARc/Zuomcrsl64w/s320/P1010891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the haircut, Daddy drove us all the way to Changi Village Hotel. Not for anything naughty ok, but for meal with a view. At the hotel, we went all the way up to the top floor to this restaurant called “La Cantina in Venezia”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140450254260544594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aMRV7EJFI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZX3Y_MeTycc/s320/P1010905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah. Look at the beautiful seaview! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aMzF7EJGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0NE7DedyQK0/s1600-h/P1010937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140450834081129570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aMzF7EJGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0NE7DedyQK0/s320/P1010937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aOF17EJHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vzDKsiN4XEM/s1600-h/P1010940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140452255715304562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aOF17EJHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vzDKsiN4XEM/s320/P1010940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aO7V7EJKI/AAAAAAAAASU/-qOSuf_IVUQ/s1600-h/P1010928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140453174838305954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aO7V7EJKI/AAAAAAAAASU/-qOSuf_IVUQ/s320/P1010928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aPIV7EJLI/AAAAAAAAASc/a5c5CT99ssw/s1600-h/P1010931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140453398176605362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aPIV7EJLI/AAAAAAAAASc/a5c5CT99ssw/s320/P1010931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was quite good, albeit a little too salty for Daddy and Mummy’s liking. I have a (lousy) spoon to bite on. The waitresses there are also very nice and friendly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aObF7EJII/AAAAAAAAASE/JEybGAjFSGE/s1600-h/P1010907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140452620787524738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aObF7EJII/AAAAAAAAASE/JEybGAjFSGE/s320/P1010907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aOqV7EJJI/AAAAAAAAASM/K7JxQkGHw38/s1600-h/P1010917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140452882780529810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aOqV7EJJI/AAAAAAAAASM/K7JxQkGHw38/s320/P1010917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a minute. You mean yours truly here didn’t spice things up? I did not disappoint. I decided to poop in the middle of dessert (from the looks of Daddy and Mummy’s faces, dessert didn’t taste too good anyway). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140454334479475906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aP-17EJMI/AAAAAAAAASk/cYcg3XsrnMA/s320/P1010910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy had to scramble for the baby changing room. Alas, there were none in the newly renovated hotel. They were even told to change me in the handicap toilet! So much for quality service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aQSV7EJNI/AAAAAAAAASs/X5HhiwV7boU/s1600-h/P1010948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140454669486925010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aQSV7EJNI/AAAAAAAAASs/X5HhiwV7boU/s320/P1010948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aQhV7EJOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uTLOfcEqDrc/s1600-h/P1010949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140454927184962786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aQhV7EJOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uTLOfcEqDrc/s320/P1010949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end Daddy and Mummy decided to change me on one of the benches in the hotel lobby. They went on with the diaper change after muttering some apologies to the diners at the Japanese restaurant nearby. And that ends the “special” series of events that Daddy tried to plan for Mummy. Haha try harder again next year Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6727906973023086302?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6727906973023086302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6727906973023086302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6727906973023086302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6727906973023086302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/special-day-for-mummy.html' title='A Special Day For Mummy!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/R1aMEF7EJEI/AAAAAAAAARk/bWjCtyB5-XU/s72-c/P1010887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3721554850488584261</id><published>2007-12-03T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:17:11.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 little Piggies!</title><content type='html'>Yes I know it's been a long while since my blog has been updated. I already made Daddy do up the drafts. All pending my approval. I'm a busy little baby you know, so give me some time ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'd like to share with you a little video clip that Uncle Cecil did for the 3 little piggies, Kiev, Zepth and myself, in the family. I dare say he did a splendid job! I wonder when Daddy is going to do something like that hor... Maybe when I stop demanding sooo much play time from Mummy and him lah ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b54721971e70b303" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db54721971e70b303%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58D423C9CEAC94437362BC64775A07BE16A1DBB1.24AE0759A8985815A6595703DEE4F5495643A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db54721971e70b303%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbJJ9jwDk5TYFEIbXyTAy7gE-Dag&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db54721971e70b303%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330111846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58D423C9CEAC94437362BC64775A07BE16A1DBB1.24AE0759A8985815A6595703DEE4F5495643A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db54721971e70b303%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbJJ9jwDk5TYFEIbXyTAy7gE-Dag&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3721554850488584261?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b54721971e70b303&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3721554850488584261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=3721554850488584261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3721554850488584261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3721554850488584261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-little-piggies.html' title='3 little Piggies!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1208215346675055343</id><published>2007-10-27T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:23:40.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Zoological Gardens</title><content type='html'>Daddy and Mummy brought me to a place called "the zoo" last Saturday. They were worried that the trip had to be cancelled as it was raining in the morning but luckily the rain subsided at around 10am. So off we went to the zoo! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to meet Uncle Richard, Aunty Lyn and Kieron-kor kor at the zoo but they were a bit held back. So we had breakfast at a place called KFC (or rather Daddy and Mummy cos I had 'non-KFC' milk). YOu know, I'm beginning to be interested in what Daddy and Mummy are eating nowadays cos my mouth keeps drooling everytime I see them eat their food. Perhaps I'd be ready for solids soon huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125845854034954242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKppXcpiAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/f1CCKS6NXes/s200/P1010778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my breakfast, I felt the urge to poop. Haha poor Daddy's on poo poo duty again! One thing I do not like about the zoo is the toilet for babies. Adults have nice open air concept toilets. We babies also have open air toilets, only problem it is only a plastic changing table! I'm going to write in when I master my ABCs... After doing my business, we had some time to spare before Uncle Richard, Aunty Lyn and Kieron-kor kor arrived so we took some photos. I'm not sure why Mummy insisted on taking pictures with this fake cow cos it looks so silly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKqEXcpiBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2wiMlv6Wr7U/s1600-h/P1010785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125846317891422226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKqEXcpiBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2wiMlv6Wr7U/s200/P1010785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKqZXcpiCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/adSNRPPod4g/s1600-h/P1010789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125846678668675106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKqZXcpiCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/adSNRPPod4g/s200/P1010789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125846996496255026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKqr3cpiDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OdzzwHPcOY8/s200/P1010790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Richard, Aunty Lyn and Kieron-kor kor arrived soon after that. As we walked through the entrance to the zoo, we saw some little ponies. They looked so cute that I thought of taking some of their mane as a souvenir but you know the rules in the zoo lah. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847408813115458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKrD3cpiEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WJyNOqWfJFo/s320/P1010792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the encounter with the ponies, the Z-Monster sneaked an attack on me. I tried to fight, but you know how it is between me and the Z-Monster lah. I lost and I fell asleep. Silly Daddy and Mummy then took the opportunity to make fun of me! Hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKrXXcpiFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JnBRgfUN7fg/s1600-h/P1010797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125847743820564562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKrXXcpiFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JnBRgfUN7fg/s320/P1010797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKrqHcpiGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vhptfBmJ6jM/s1600-h/P1010798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125848065943111778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKrqHcpiGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vhptfBmJ6jM/s320/P1010798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like tigers. Too bad I was still asleep when we reached the tiger enclosure so Daddy and Mummy took some photos for me. After I woke up, Mummy put me into a baby carrier like a little joey. See, we're "home" ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKsY3cpiII/AAAAAAAAAQs/YU2fNttALHo/s1600-h/P1010805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125848869101996162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKsY3cpiII/AAAAAAAAAQs/YU2fNttALHo/s200/P1010805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKsrncpiJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/42vKtSrEZ08/s1600-h/P1010809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125849191224543378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKsrncpiJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/42vKtSrEZ08/s200/P1010809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125849556296763554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKtA3cpiKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mLrnsy2Rmqw/s320/P1010810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125850535549307090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKt53cpiNI/AAAAAAAAARU/GBcZv-8y6SE/s400/P1010817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125848456785135730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKsA3cpiHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_BxD5QKug-M/s320/P1010804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw many other animals after that, like elephants, polar bears and giraffes. Although we were beat at the end of the day, we really enjoyed the time at the zoo. I even overheard Daddy and Mummy saying that they wanted to bring me to the Bird Park soon. Yipee!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKtVHcpiLI/AAAAAAAAARE/RV5_IBKi4Cs/s1600-h/P1010816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125849904189114546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKtVHcpiLI/AAAAAAAAARE/RV5_IBKi4Cs/s200/P1010816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKtoXcpiMI/AAAAAAAAARM/T8V3IojbmrY/s1600-h/P1010834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125850234901596354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKtoXcpiMI/AAAAAAAAARM/T8V3IojbmrY/s200/P1010834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1208215346675055343?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1208215346675055343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1208215346675055343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1208215346675055343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1208215346675055343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/singapore-zoological-gardens.html' title='Singapore Zoological Gardens'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyKppXcpiAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/f1CCKS6NXes/s72-c/P1010778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8791461476958594205</id><published>2007-10-26T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:02:00.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bottle Holding Techniques</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing Daddy blog about my bottle holding techniques, I decided to expand my repertoire.. and this shall not be the end.. ;P Bottle holding lessons, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125443716247029730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyE753cph-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AhdKTOxRLSc/s320/bottle+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125444085614217202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyE8PXcph_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/0enbR8Yibs0/s320/bottle+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8791461476958594205?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8791461476958594205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8791461476958594205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8791461476958594205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8791461476958594205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-bottle-holding-techniques.html' title='New Bottle Holding Techniques'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RyE753cph-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AhdKTOxRLSc/s72-c/bottle+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7728338453134261619</id><published>2007-10-24T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:00:38.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Events That Shape Our Lives...</title><content type='html'>We don't usually pay attention to the little things in our lives. Like how squeezing every last ounce of toothpaste from the tube can save you, what, 1 tube of toothpaste a year! Ok exaggeration aside, let me tell you about the little things that happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 month ago, in mid Sep, Mummy sent Daddy and excited sms telling him how I held my own bottle and kicked her hands away when she tried to help me hold the bottle. 2 months of perseverence and brushing criticism of a kiasu mummy has finally paid off! Look at all the different bottle-holding stances I am capable of ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx75TSdIPmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cQaJr47_zcg/s1600-h/KIF_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124807535761047138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx75TSdIPmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cQaJr47_zcg/s200/KIF_1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx76YSdIPpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Y3fiXSwBRDo/s1600-h/P1010724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124808721172020882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx76YSdIPpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Y3fiXSwBRDo/s200/P1010724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124808377574637186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx76ESdIPoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bSpPz83arqM/s200/P1010698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx76xSdIPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MEoyVHrTUjQ/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124809150668750498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx76xSdIPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MEoyVHrTUjQ/s200/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx777ydIPsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EoUcwFI4ZoI/s1600-h/New+Image3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124810430569004738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx777ydIPsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EoUcwFI4ZoI/s200/New+Image3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124809502856068786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx77FydIPrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1DnZ3Zqtpw4/s200/New+Image2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there is the $199 teething toy that Mummy insisted Daddy bought (poor Daddy had to lug the heavy thing on a rainy day). TA-DA! Doesn't it just look yummy? It doesn't? Come taste it and you shall see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx78qidIPtI/AAAAAAAAANE/5xO1FZGbmEM/s1600-h/New+Image+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124811233727889106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx78qidIPtI/AAAAAAAAANE/5xO1FZGbmEM/s200/New+Image+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7_EydIPvI/AAAAAAAAANU/Gt6QD-KUxRQ/s1600-h/P1010758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124813883722710770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7_EydIPvI/AAAAAAAAANU/Gt6QD-KUxRQ/s200/P1010758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124813535830359778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7-widIPuI/AAAAAAAAANM/j6CSQb1udfU/s200/P1010754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, on Children's Day, I learnt how to flip onto my tummy. I twisted and turned and *BOOMP*, there I was. Staring down on everything less than 10cm tall! Bow down to me!!! In case you're curious, I just learnt to flip back from my tummy to my back on the Sunday that just passed. So clever right? But what does Mummy mean when she says I flip like a headless piglet? Hmm... Oh but please do not tell anyone that I can only flip for my left side - I haven't a clue how to flip from the right yet ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8BLidIPwI/AAAAAAAAANc/nwaBu6iK-NM/s1600-h/P1010851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124816198710083330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8BLidIPwI/AAAAAAAAANc/nwaBu6iK-NM/s200/P1010851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8B5CdIPyI/AAAAAAAAANs/cY1AZQNHb6Y/s1600-h/P1010853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124816980394131234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8B5CdIPyI/AAAAAAAAANs/cY1AZQNHb6Y/s200/P1010853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124816460703088402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8BaydIPxI/AAAAAAAAANk/vu3kNKFEyL4/s200/P1010852.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8CIydIPzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q71p847rQ7Y/s1600-h/P1010854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124817250977070898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8CIydIPzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q71p847rQ7Y/s200/P1010854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8CridIP1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zATkAno8GKE/s1600-h/P1010856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124817847977525074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8CridIP1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zATkAno8GKE/s200/P1010856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124817470020403010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8CVidIP0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/QxSC44xhXkU/s200/P1010855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8C-SdIP2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Afwm-eCZ_h0/s1600-h/P1010857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124818170100072290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8C-SdIP2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Afwm-eCZ_h0/s200/P1010857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the swimming session at Swissotel, Daddy and Mummy decided to bring me to swim at Gong Gong and Por Por's condo. It was a massive project. The camera, videocam, bathtub, 2 big bags - 1 for the swimming stuff and another for my personal stuff... Phew, I get tired just seeing them carry those things into the car! Poor little me got some scratches when Starlight wanted to 'dig' into my diapers. It was so painful that I cried :( Some evidence below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124823109312462834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8HdydIP_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NgzEeeMsEX4/s320/P1010844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited Baby Kiev after my swim. He looked so different from the last I saw him! He's almost as tall as me now. I'd better do more jumping-jacks. And yes, we 2 babies have new nicknames: I'm the greedy pig while Kiev is the sleepy pig! Haha. Daddy and Mummy say Kiev is such as good boy compared to me. I think that's because Kiev doesn't fuss during adult mealtimes. But I'm going to teach my little bro some tricks when we get together again. Hiak hiak hiak (Uncle Cecil and Aunty Fern, I didn't write this k, Daddy did!)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy promised me a toy after the Swissotel stay. And so he came home 1 day with this green little thing in his hands. "Mr Green"! He's not too much to look at, but my, frog legs sure are tasty :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8HJCdIP-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/j0GyiIJiv2U/s1600-h/P1010671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124822752830177250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8HJCdIP-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/j0GyiIJiv2U/s200/P1010671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8D4CdIP3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/ElPhrm6xwo0/s1600-h/P1010672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124819162237517682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8D4CdIP3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/ElPhrm6xwo0/s200/P1010672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Daddy borrowed a bumbo seat from Uncle Soo Chiau. Bumbo-what? It's this green little thing that you put babies in. Supposed to be good for our posture. I can do some catwalk after sitting in them bumbo seat!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8G1SdIP9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/O0FGZ-vRbAI/s1600-h/New+Image+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124822413527760850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8G1SdIP9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/O0FGZ-vRbAI/s200/New+Image+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8GfidIP8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rH1RaoxtpSw/s1600-h/New+Image3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124822039865606082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8GfidIP8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rH1RaoxtpSw/s200/New+Image3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8FzCdIP6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/1Z1TF0pCIBk/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124821275361427362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8FzCdIP6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/1Z1TF0pCIBk/s200/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124821653318549426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx8GJCdIP7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7XonvdETdU0/s200/New+Image2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7728338453134261619?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7728338453134261619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7728338453134261619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7728338453134261619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7728338453134261619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-events-that-shape-our-lives.html' title='Little Events That Shape Our Lives...'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx75TSdIPmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cQaJr47_zcg/s72-c/KIF_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4489534196076577633</id><published>2007-10-24T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:30:43.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Oct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 Oct is my Daddy's birthday! Just imagine, 29 years ago, he was a little baby just like me! Mummy usually gives Daddy various surprises on his birthday. I wonder how she'd outdo herself this time round?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started at IKEA Tampines - we had to get some furniture for Sok Sok's room. So we spent about 2 hours there. It was uneventful enough. We took, we paid and arranged for the delivery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, on the pretext that she was going to meet someone to sell the Pigeon steriliser, Mummy made Daddy drive us all the way to Raffles City. Oh boy was he in for a surprise. At Raffles City, she made Daddy open up his Deuter bag that was full of clothes etc. *huh* He was confused. We're staying in a hotel tonight you silly Daddy! Hee hee. See, I told you Mummy was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a comfortable hotel - Swissotel ok. Here's pictures of us "frolicking" on the huge king-size bed ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7OKydIPcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ChkyegryTE8/s1600-h/P1010593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124760110732164546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7OKydIPcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ChkyegryTE8/s200/P1010593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124759792904584626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7N4SdIPbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UuE0D0RQDrM/s200/P1010591.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124759178724261282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7NUidIPaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SGxwkMBGGlo/s200/P1010588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun exploring the big hotel room. There are even 2 balconies - 1 overlooking the hotel swimming and the other facing Suntec City!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7O5ydIPdI/AAAAAAAAALE/oJEeVXqkfAg/s1600-h/P1010616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124760918186016210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7O5ydIPdI/AAAAAAAAALE/oJEeVXqkfAg/s200/P1010616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7PSidIPeI/AAAAAAAAALM/5AkgKHGOSxk/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124761343387778530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7PSidIPeI/AAAAAAAAALM/5AkgKHGOSxk/s200/P1010606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124764392814558706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7SECdIPfI/AAAAAAAAALU/sqrQSfDPzLw/s200/P1010608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124767382111796754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7UyCdIPhI/AAAAAAAAALk/-9LNvffAJ3U/s320/P1010601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night, Mummy had another surprise up her sleeve - she invited Uncle Lee Hong and Aunty Pei Pei over for a mini-party! Look at all the yummy food! Daddy, Mummy, Uncle Lee Hong and Aunty Pei Pei did lots of catching up (e.g. on their wedding plans :P), while I drooled over all the food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124766935435197954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7UYCdIPgI/AAAAAAAAALc/f8_77cVafo0/s320/P1010595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;The next morning, I was decked out in this funny suit and brought out to this place with a lot of water... What's going on?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out that Daddy and Mummy are bringing me to 'swim'. To me the term 'play water' would have been more appropriate but who cares when you're having fun eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7V8ydIPkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eRVwyXBUsII/s1600-h/P1010640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124768666307018306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7V8ydIPkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eRVwyXBUsII/s200/P1010640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7VcydIPiI/AAAAAAAAALs/6oXZfP-arzs/s1600-h/P1010635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124768116551204386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7VcydIPiI/AAAAAAAAALs/6oXZfP-arzs/s200/P1010635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124768391429111346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7VsydIPjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MeSy3raHGLA/s200/P1010637.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;And if you think that was the end of Mummy's surprises, SURPRISE! Ye Ye, Nai Nai and Sok Sok suddenly showed up at our door! Family party! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124769009904402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7WQydIPlI/AAAAAAAAAME/geSGWp34U6I/s400/P1010655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4489534196076577633?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4489534196076577633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4489534196076577633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4489534196076577633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4489534196076577633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/6-oct.html' title='6 Oct'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rx7OKydIPcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ChkyegryTE8/s72-c/P1010593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8220052034260937138</id><published>2007-10-23T08:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:20:40.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pins and Needles</title><content type='html'>I woke up 1 fine weekday to find Daddy at home. Strange, doesn't he need to work today? Daddy and Mummy were bustling around and spoke in hushed tones. I smell stale milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy, Mummy and Nai Nai bundled me into the car. It suddenly hit me - it has been 2 months since my last injection. And it's D-Day today! NOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clinic, we had to wait a while before the jab. While waiting, an idea hit me. I was having slight sniffles the past few days. Maybe I need not have that injection if the doctor says I'm ill! So I went *sniff* *sniff* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the consultation room, the  good doctor checked me. *sniff* *sniff* *sniff* *sniff*. "Oh he's all right". Is he deaf or what?! *SNIFF* *SNIFI*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the nurse pinned me down. Daddy stood by, videocam ready. I think I should make a break for it. However the doctor swopped down on me without warning and poked the dreaded needle into my thigh. No fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I screamed at the injustice. I'm going to talk to my lawyer I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Daddy and Mummy tried to make amends cos later, the doctor gave me this sweet drink called 'rotavirus' - or something like that - that cost $95. No way they getting away so easily. I let some of it trickle out of my mouth. Nice try  Daddy and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I feel after the jab, you might ask? I felt as happy as a hyena on laughing gas, you insensitive rattle snatcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pics will be uploaded at a later date.. mummy's busy.. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8220052034260937138?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8220052034260937138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8220052034260937138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8220052034260937138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8220052034260937138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/pins-and-needles_22.html' title='Pins and Needles'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-3460520330202350436</id><published>2007-10-23T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:19:55.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pins and Needles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-3460520330202350436?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3460520330202350436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=3460520330202350436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3460520330202350436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/3460520330202350436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/pins-and-needles.html' title='Pins and Needles'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7246023321737321501</id><published>2007-10-16T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:59:07.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes! Who's that Botak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One fine evening, Daddy came home from work with 1 package from this place called "harvey norman" and an evil grin. Daddy unveiled his new buy - a brand new braun shaver with a hair trimming attachment. "We're going to cut your hair," Daddy and Mummy said. *shriek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run but I don't even know how to crawl. I tried to scream for help but all I could manage were some baby babbles. They pinned me down. The merciless shaver touched my head and I felt something down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey that didn't feel so bad. My head actually feels cooler and lighter! Cool. And so I sat there quietly, enjoying the new sensations that followed every time the shaver removed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the session, I look totally different. So much so that I do not even recognize myself in the mirror! And of course my new hairstyle looks disastrous!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121716580942101874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RxP-GCdIPXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ObHFvbubt9I/s320/P1010484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Daddy and Mummy decided to try shaving me again. This time with slightly better results. After these 2 failed tries, Daddy and Mummy decided that they should send me to a professional hairstylist whenever I need a haircut. Phew ;)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RxP-bCdIPYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tWkSD5qQt6Q/s1600-h/P1010490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121716941719354754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RxP-bCdIPYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tWkSD5qQt6Q/s200/P1010490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121717130697915794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RxP-mCdIPZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ht8_ywpQhNs/s200/P1010495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7246023321737321501?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7246023321737321501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7246023321737321501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7246023321737321501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7246023321737321501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/yikes-whos-that-botak.html' title='Yikes! Who&apos;s that Botak?'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RxP-GCdIPXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ObHFvbubt9I/s72-c/P1010484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4770510528346373445</id><published>2007-10-16T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:53:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindermusik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know, I really like action. Not those fake action movies made by hollywood. I mean real action. The kind where you sing n do lotsa hand n feet actions to go along. Yeah, I'm a real action hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy brought me to this place called kindermusik (Apparently she spent a lot of efforts organising this trial class for me). There were many other little babies in the class too. And guess what? Little Claire was there attending another class there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was divided into 2 halves - Mummy took the first while Daddy took the second. I had so much fun during the first half that I couldn't wipe that happy grin off my face ;D. A pity kindermusik doesn't allow photographs to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately by the beginning of the second half, I was beginning to feel zonked out (supposed to be my nap time lah), that I fell asleep in Daddy's arms. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I really enjoy kindermusik. Yups. I'm THE action hero :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121715644639231330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RxP9PidIPWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Z1yJluHzGzU/s320/P1010394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4770510528346373445?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4770510528346373445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4770510528346373445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4770510528346373445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4770510528346373445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/kindermusik.html' title='Kindermusik!'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RxP9PidIPWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Z1yJluHzGzU/s72-c/P1010394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4046653764801129200</id><published>2007-09-27T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:04:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later Than Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gong Gong and Por Por came back from their holiday in Australia. And you know what that means huh: goodies for Isaiah! True enough, they minted this medallion and bought a kangaroo doll that sings “Waltzing Matilda”. And you guessed correctly – nothing for Daddy and Mummy. Never mind, I can always let them listen to “Waltzing Matilda” whenever I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114695262895881506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RvsMPidIPSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hjWAJ4KTBnI/s200/P1010500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mummy is at it again. Buying-spree for Isaiah! Haha. She bought some books and clothes for me. Mostly imported stuff ok. Don’t play play huh. Daddy also kindly “contributed” his sweat-toiled $100 IPPT money for Mummy’s war chest. I’m going to make sure he clears his IPPT when he goes back for reservist in November so that Mummy can buy more stuff for me ;). Giddy-up Daddy!No photos of Mummy's conquests as they're all being kept as I've kindly given up my room to Shu Shu.. One more playmate for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah waffles! Isaiah-what, you ask? Well Mummy was giving me my massage one morning after my bath when suddenly the Z-monster hit. I fought and fought but my valiant efforts were in vain. I succumbed to the Z-monster’s magic – I fell asleep while during the massage (Mummy likes to think I liked her massage so much that I fell asleep). And when I woke up, I had these waffle-like marks on my tummy. DELICIOUS. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RvsNgidIPUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k6c8MGIv9ow/s1600-h/KIF_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114696654465285442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RvsNgidIPUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k6c8MGIv9ow/s200/KIF_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RvsM3ydIPTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wFrJhymIExs/s1600-h/KIF_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114695954385616178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RvsM3ydIPTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wFrJhymIExs/s200/KIF_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For your info, Daddy just got a call from Mummy this morning to tell him that I fell asleep during a massage again. Luckily no more Isaiah waffles cos I peed on the rubber sheet yesterday and it had to be washed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 11&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final event for this super-duper long entry: Isaiah slept through the night! Yes that’s right. After 3 long months, I finally gave Daddy and Mummy their full night’s rest. It took a lot of trial and error but think they finally got the secret formula correct! With the exception of Saturday night (I had a rather exciting evening that day and hence was a bit jumpy), I managed to sleep through the night from Wed to Sun! Daddy and Mummy are crossing their fingers, legs and eyes, hoping that this is a sign of things to come. May the force be with Daddy and Mummy. (footnote: it isn't.. I'm back to my 'nonsense' as Daddy n Mummy put it.. Try harder Daddy and Mummy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114698703164685650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RvsPXydIPVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ihn1Mj9t4u4/s320/P1010385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4046653764801129200?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4046653764801129200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4046653764801129200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4046653764801129200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4046653764801129200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/later-than-late.html' title='Later Than Late'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RvsMPidIPSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hjWAJ4KTBnI/s72-c/P1010500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7990910314929510214</id><published>2007-09-27T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:29:12.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsflash - Guess who this is??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rvr5OSdIPRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wxQmfh0oWoQ/s1600-h/P1010497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114674350700117266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rvr5OSdIPRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wxQmfh0oWoQ/s320/P1010497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More updates coming up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7990910314929510214?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7990910314929510214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7990910314929510214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7990910314929510214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7990910314929510214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/newsflash-guess-who-this-is.html' title='Newsflash - Guess who this is??'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rvr5OSdIPRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wxQmfh0oWoQ/s72-c/P1010497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8882034851177000894</id><published>2007-09-15T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:59:26.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LATE! part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Have you ever seen 16 babies in 1 HDB flat? You haven’t? What mountain tortoises you are! Haha. It was actually a gathering organized by Mummy’s forum friends. Even Aunty Charmaine’s neighbours were pleasantly shocked at the sheer number of babies gathered at her house. It was a really fun event – there was plenty of milk and cuddles for the babies plus good food for the adults. Not to forget the great scenery that Aunty Charmaine’s house has. What more can a little baby ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110256534395868658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RutHPiPI1fI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3657tRfEZUs/s400/IMG_1780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I am a big brother now. At the tender age of 2 months+. Uncle Cecil and Aunty Fern just had a little baby – Kiev. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110256860813383170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RutHiiPI1gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V7zSPVYkdHY/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No he’s not Russian lah silly. We visited Kiev when he was about 2 weeks old. He is so small compared to me. Was I ever THAT small? (Mummy's waiting patiently for Uncle Cecil to send her e pics I took with little Kiev :P) Who cares? I have a new playmate now! Only problem is that Kiev stays at Sengkang (aka Johor according to Daddy) while I stay at Bukit Batok. Looks like I’d have to badger Daddy and Mummy to drive down to “Johor” more often ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy went on a toy-buying spree for me. She spent more than $400 on my stuff! Ok ok not all for me lah. She bought a (pink??) Leap-pad for Kiev but hey, the rest were all spent on me! Think she’s in the grand finals of the “Who Bought the Most Toys for Baby” contest with Athan’s Daddy. At the rate she’s going, I’m going to have more toys than Daddy in no time at all! Daddy needs to top up his toy collection really soon (hint hint). Pictures of ALL her purchases will be shown in e later posts.. =) Mummy's too busy tempting me with them to take pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110258505785857554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RutJCSPI1hI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hU0TyTTk45w/s200/KIF_0878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Event no. 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Uncle Cecil and Aunty Fern also invited us down for Kiev’s full month celebration. But Daddy and Mummy decided to bring me shopping with Yee Yee before going down to “Johor”. Yee Yee also bought me Mr Tortoise. Woo-hoo! Isn’t he almost as cute as me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110259330419578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RutJySPI1iI/AAAAAAAAAJc/j2tuYQMA3SI/s200/KIF_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8882034851177000894?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8882034851177000894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8882034851177000894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8882034851177000894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8882034851177000894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/late-part-ii.html' title='LATE! part II'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RutHPiPI1fI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3657tRfEZUs/s72-c/IMG_1780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1821330679453608398</id><published>2007-09-15T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:09:23.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LATE! part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus9rSPI1bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wVhg03_kkPI/s1600-h/KIF_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110246016020960690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus9rSPI1bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wVhg03_kkPI/s200/KIF_0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things are getting out of hand. 1 MONTH LATE! What were Daddy and Mummy doing all these while??? [Oh ya looking after me] &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110245294466454946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus9BSPI1aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GCy-BBtNfAg/s200/KIF_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Plus the irritating M* broadband is so darn reliable that it takes forever to upload 1 photo. Oh well. Let me list down the ‘major’ events’ that happened the past month, starting with National Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event no. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We started National Day by going out for breakfast with Aunty Yixin, Uncle Ah Heng and little Claire at West Mall. Mmm… Burger King. I’m going to eat some of those croissant-wiches when I get my very own teeth :D. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110237872762967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus2RSPI1SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ENMfSA3UMkM/s200/KIF_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After breakfast, we went over to Gong Gong and Por Por’ place, where we spent the rest of the day. I discovered a new toy – the play gym. I never thought I’d find those dangling coloured cottonballs so interesting. Even Starlight wanted a piece of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus1qCPI1RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2L8J8XVuMD8/s1600-h/KIF_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110237198453101842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus1qCPI1RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2L8J8XVuMD8/s200/KIF_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110239401771324722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus3qSPI1TI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LrGxS8LW2J0/s200/KIF_0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event no. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The next day started early too (actually all our days start latest 7am ever since my arrival). Daddy and Mummy brought me to a faraway land called ‘Tampines’, where the three kingdoms of IKEA, Courts and Giant are situated. IKEA was fun with all the good food and colourful furniture. Too bad Daddy couldn’t find anything nice for our house. Our new house is desperately I need of storage space for HIS toys. He’d better get more storage to put MY toys too! Courts was a wee bit quiet. Daddy and Mummy took the lift up and down several times before leaving. Think they were lost in that huge kingdom. We didn’t visit Giant because Daddy and Mummy found it too cumbersome to cross the road that separated it from the other 2 kingdoms. And they said I was lazy. Sheesh. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110246900784223682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus-eyPI1cI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WJOK2pkPWHo/s200/KIF_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy after visiting these 3 kingdoms and I thought we were going home after that. Who knows Mummy wanted to go to this place called ‘Century Square’. Strange. The place didn’t look like 100 years old at all. Management must have been a diligent lot. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110241038153864530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus5JiPI1VI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RcQRUTNYlbk/s200/KIF_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There, while Daddy was eating his $4 roti prata, we met little Ian. Another potential playmate! To top off the day, Uncle Jason came to visit me. And you know what? I was the first baby he ever carried in his whole life! Give that man a jug of milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event no. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And then on 11 Aug, we went to the museum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should see Daddy’s excited look. While we were getting out of the car, some uncle wanted to borrow my MacClaren stroller for his convertible photoshoot. No way am I going to lend him my ride. Not unless that nice aunty in bikini asks me nicely *wink*. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110241755413402978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus5zSPI1WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/u55Y6BqtiC0/s200/KIF_0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The museum was a very interesting place. I looked was really fascinated. I will definitely come again when I’m old enough to understand all those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus6riPI1XI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WJsWS-wb-Nw/s1600-h/KIF_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110242721781044594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus6riPI1XI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WJsWS-wb-Nw/s200/KIF_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus7eiPI1YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sHltolOEFaw/s1600-h/KIF_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110243597954372994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus7eiPI1YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sHltolOEFaw/s200/KIF_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110244225019598226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus8DCPI1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/w28xmcckMio/s200/KIF_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the museum trip, we went to Takashimaya where we met Grandpa Samat, Aunties Hongzheng and Yiling for lunch. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mor events coming up in the next post... stay tuned! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1821330679453608398?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1821330679453608398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1821330679453608398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1821330679453608398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1821330679453608398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/late-part-i.html' title='LATE! part I'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rus9rSPI1bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wVhg03_kkPI/s72-c/KIF_0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-4240307038109109308</id><published>2007-08-09T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:35:09.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr5_C87ANI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E4mkGVYftzI/s1600-h/P1000783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096660789842608338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr5_C87ANI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E4mkGVYftzI/s200/P1000783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (7th August) and the past few days were hectic. We went to Civil Service Club in Bukit Batok to celebrate little Ryan’s full month on Saturday. So much good food. For the adults at least. There were so many uncles and aunties there for me to play with. I practised my new repertoire of baby babble on them all and they all played with me. Uncle Jeffrey was spellbound by little charming Isaiah. Isaiah who? Isaiah me lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attending the baby shower, Mummy brought me to Auntie Michelle and Uncle Jeffrey’s house in Uncle Alan’s car. He sure drives differently from Daddy. *wink* I had a good nap on their sofa, after which I felt a little hungry and started fussing. As I had my feed only 2 hrs ago, Mummy thought I was fussing because of a wet diaper?! HELLO?! So I decided I had to up my cries to max volume to get her to pay attention. All the aunties and uncles felt so sorry for me and berated Mummy for starving me. Poor Mummy felt so wronged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mummy brought me out yesterday. To little Kayle’s house. She lives near my house so Daddy agreed to let Mummy drive me alone there. I was a good little boy in the car while Mummy drove. Sure I fussed a bit initially but there was so much to see while Mummy drove. You know, Kayle has the same cot mobile as me, so I didn’t feel like I was at a strange place. In fact I got so comfortable that I laid on Kayle’s bed and even pooed at her house! Kayle and I got along fine. I even offered to help her unclog her nostril!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096662241541554402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr7Ti87AOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8IZRICS_VqM/s200/912630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, Daddy and Mummy brought me out to this place in Choa Chu Kang. Some place where 2 aunties fought loudly in the foodcourt. Some place that gives me the shivers whenever I think of it. THEY BROUGHT ME TO HAVE MY INJECTION! Hurts so bad that my screams even surprised the doctor and nurse. Mummy felt so sad for me that she wanted to rush over to carry me away from the needles *sob*. Daddy just stood at one corner to video the whole process. He’s gunning for some youtube stardom for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for me to rest. Hectic dayzzzzz……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096662825657106674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr71i87API/AAAAAAAAAHM/GVcqrG46ow4/s200/P1000820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-4240307038109109308?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4240307038109109308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=4240307038109109308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4240307038109109308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/4240307038109109308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/hectic-days.html' title='Hectic Days'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr5_C87ANI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E4mkGVYftzI/s72-c/P1000783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8171754355314324139</id><published>2007-08-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:19:34.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage Class Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr2VC87AKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Xn9cTTk52RM/s1600-h/P1000833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096656769753219234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr2VC87AKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Xn9cTTk52RM/s200/P1000833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know adults are the strangest of creatures. They all go soft with some simple ‘coos’ and ‘ang-goos’. So I practised my increasing vocabulary of baby babble on Daddy and Mummy and watch them go crazy. I had so much fun playing around with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you remember about the massage class I told you about some time back? Well we went for our second session just last Saturday. Daddy n Mummy, esp the latter, kept reminding (nagging actually) me to be on my best behaviour. Well.....The session was quite ok at first. Daddy and Mummy were basically doing what they’d learnt. It was C-O-M-F-O-R-T-A-B-L-E. But then the instructor Mrs Wong began to teach them some new moves. Hey babies do not like surprises ok. Why didn’t they warn me? Good thing Daddy and Mummy did not continue when I fussed during the new moves. Otherwise, I’d have gotten all the little babies there to cry together with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096657263674458290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr2xy87ALI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OHAR58R6dd4/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we (Daddy, Mummy and yours truly) graduated from massage class with full honours. (As ususal, Daddy has his eyes closed!) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096657822020206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr3SS87AMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gV3uNlZRUYs/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8171754355314324139?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8171754355314324139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8171754355314324139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8171754355314324139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8171754355314324139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/massage-class-part-ii.html' title='Massage Class Part II'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rrr2VC87AKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Xn9cTTk52RM/s72-c/P1000833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-7367345417753730644</id><published>2007-08-06T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:42:22.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095555729117085730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RrcM8C87ACI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xhybl9ikr3Y/s200/P1000682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You know, people say weekends are for you to relax and unwind. Applies to most adults but in my opinion, not to poor little babies. Why do I say that? Daddy and Mummy have been bringing me out almost every weekend, make that every weekend! Headache I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would have an excuse for all trips. For example, Por Por’s birthday. They brought me to the coffee shop near our block for a little meal. They ate XO crab bee hoon while all I could have is plain old milk! I wasn’t going to let them enjoy so I fussed midway through their meal :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then 2 weeks later they brought me to Fish &amp; Co at IMM to celebrate Nai Nai’s birthday. The decor was quite interesting with fishes and all, so I thought I could get Daddy and Mummy to bring me around to appreciate all those nice decorations. All I got was a lousy pacifier stuffed into my mouth! You can imagine my indignation! After singing “Happy Birthday” to Nai Nai and all, we were on our way home. *GROWL* went my tummy. Dinnertime! Daddy and Mummy had a hard time finding a place to feed me cos it was dinner time for adults too. So they settled on Coffee Club. I never knew having milk at a coffee joint was that cool ;). To add icing to the whole cake, I had to poo after my dinner. Poor Mummy had to go find a changing room to change my soiled diapers. Hey at least you don’t have to worry about me being constipated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095564404951023698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RrcU1C87AFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6JA0u6cgr0I/s200/IMAGE_00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then another 2 weeks later, it was Gong Gong’s birthday. Busy month huh. We went to this place called “The Ship”. They should call it “The Ship-Wannabe” cos it looks nothing like a ship! A ship’s steering and some flags are all this place has. And they say Singaporeans lack imagination… Well, at least Mummy chose a nice outfit for me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095559306824843314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RrcQMS87ADI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ay1aDFGJqcU/s200/P1000800.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Do note that the 3 instances are but examples of where Daddy and Mummy brought me. I am so busy I can hardly have time to suck my new-found fav ‘food’ – my fist. Yummy. Ok then, I gotta go now. Please contact my secretary if you wanna play with me. Don’t call us, we’ll call you. Ciao. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095566719938396258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RrcW7y87AGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/L4QjBePS1Ak/s200/P1000823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-7367345417753730644?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7367345417753730644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=7367345417753730644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7367345417753730644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/7367345417753730644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-weekends.html' title='My weekends'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RrcM8C87ACI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xhybl9ikr3Y/s72-c/P1000682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6996722371489690946</id><published>2007-07-25T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:50:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqdSrC86__I/AAAAAAAAAFM/p0z9mM7QV9I/s1600-h/P1000571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091128803245883378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqdSrC86__I/AAAAAAAAAFM/p0z9mM7QV9I/s200/P1000571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After leaving it to “fallow”, Daddy is now furiously “sowing” this blog. Ok lah, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy brought me to a baby massage class 2 weeks ago. You know, 1 whole class of little babies. How boring can that be?! Never mind, you know I’m always there to spice things up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok in the beginning. I was happy. Mrs Wong (the teacher) was teaching. Daddy and Mummy were listening. *GROWL* went my tummy. Hey, didn’t Mummy feed me 2 hours ago? I wasn’t due for my feed until 1 more hour. Nonetheless, when you’re hungry, you gotta let the WHOLE WORLD know right? Besides, little Athan beside me was also fussing so wouldn’t hurt to add to the symphony of cries huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091129567750062082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqdTXi87AAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Sjh-i6oOrEc/s200/P1000607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it began. I cried. Err, maybe “yelled” would be a more appropriate term. I cried even after drinking some milk. Mrs Wong had to take me from poor Daddy and Mummy to pacify me. This Mrs Wong knows magic I tell you. I mysteriously stopped crying after she put me tummy-down on her thighs. I was really stumped (Daddy and Mummy too, I’m sure). I even felt sleepy and fell asleep. I was behaving as well as baby Jake next to me! At the end of the class, I was carried out of the room fast asleep, on my tummy no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy went to Swensens’ to “celebrate” their little victory. Humph. Can’t wait for the next massage class ;P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091131341571555346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqdU-y87ABI/AAAAAAAAAFc/w75ClF8ioQk/s200/P1000629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6996722371489690946?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6996722371489690946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6996722371489690946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6996722371489690946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6996722371489690946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/massage-class.html' title='Massage Class'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqdSrC86__I/AAAAAAAAAFM/p0z9mM7QV9I/s72-c/P1000571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-5566182405601485745</id><published>2007-07-24T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:07:57.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqXZ1tQdLuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AxOMPvIb96c/s1600-h/P1000464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090714470517124834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqXZ1tQdLuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AxOMPvIb96c/s200/P1000464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what Mummy did to me! All that Shrek 3 craze and not being able to watch it has gotten to her... Ah well, as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I want to let everybody know about Starlight. He's Gong Gong and Por Por's pet poodle. Gong Gong kept telling me about Starlight all this while. "Starlight naughty" la, "where's Starlight" lah. Really aroused my curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went over to Gong Gong and Por Por's house 1 day, I was quite eager to meet this "Uncle" Starlight. Turns out he's this cute little doggy. Or so I thought. He's a disciplinarian alright, always barking at me whenever I fussed and cried. Tell you a secret: I think he is rather jealous of me - he kept guarding Gong Gong while he was carrying me! What does he think I am? A serial burper? See him guard my bottle steriliser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090717562893577970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqXcptQdLvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8Gqoh8PqhSs/s200/P1000529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please do no disturb me now. I'm going to count the ang pows that I got during my first month celebration and dream of all the toys I can buy with all those $$$$!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090718370347429634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqXdYtQdLwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DC5_6ynl2TA/s200/P1000517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-5566182405601485745?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5566182405601485745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=5566182405601485745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/5566182405601485745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/5566182405601485745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RqXZ1tQdLuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AxOMPvIb96c/s72-c/P1000464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2621201344303336820</id><published>2007-07-09T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:27:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiya everybody! Sorry for the long hiatus – Daddy and Mummy were too busy looking after me and were not able to update this blog. So now that they are more adept in this aspect, I thought it would be good for them to update this obscenely outdated blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I just celebrated my full month. Look at the full month cupcakes. Aren’t they simply the most adorable things? Well right after me, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084996133575674146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RpGJCsIDSSI/AAAAAAAAADc/XPwL0w1Krsc/s200/P1000488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to deliver the cupcakes with Daddy and Mummy (and later Yee Yee). Actually I didn’t want to go but I was like the centrepiece so no choice lor. Yeah I'm the star of the show! As with all fans, there are some interesting ones like the aunty who raved 'bout my little feet, and the aunties who wanted to wake me up to play with them! Oh yeah, Mummy stole some of my thunder when the aunties and uncles complimented about her regaining her figure in such a short time. What's so good about that? I'm losing my comfortable waterbed faster than Daddy can eat his chicken rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOKKKK. There were many people I didn’t know at the celebration. But hey you didn’t know many people when you are only a month old right? There was this one person whom I thought looked rather familiar. What’s her name... Oh yeah cute cute “Isaiah should work out more” Claire. Guess we’ll be seeing more of each other soon huh. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085006789389535538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RpGSu8IDSTI/AAAAAAAAADk/Td3HkaMDAUI/s200/P1000495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all these presents in our first family portrait and my "ang pow exclusive". These are but a fraction of what I got. Haha think Daddy is really jealous. Think I’ll pacify him a bit by letting him play with my new Grover (see lower left foreground of the left pic). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RpGX0MIDSUI/AAAAAAAAADs/Lf5GST6Ljrs/s1600-h/P1000496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085012377141987650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RpGX0MIDSUI/AAAAAAAAADs/Lf5GST6Ljrs/s200/P1000496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085019459543058770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RpGeQcIDSVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KEUswI-vCvU/s200/P1000516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yawn*. I’m getting tired. Think I’ll go barf on Daddy first ;P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085032520538605922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RpGqIsIDSWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QClfNmge-gA/s200/P1000486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2621201344303336820?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2621201344303336820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=2621201344303336820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2621201344303336820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2621201344303336820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiya-everybody-sorry-for-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RpGJCsIDSSI/AAAAAAAAADc/XPwL0w1Krsc/s72-c/P1000488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6003700079285515680</id><published>2007-06-19T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:30:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy celebrated his first Father's Day over the weekend. What a memorable weekend it was! My confinement nanny had to go home over the weekend due to some unforeseen circumstances. So it was down to good ol' Daddy and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with Saturday. It was mainly uneventful during the day. Gong Gong and Por Por offered to help Daddy and Mummy but I was such a good boy that Daddy and Mummy declined the help cos they thought they can look after me by themselves. So they shooed Gong Gong and Por Por to enjoy their Saturday. I was such a good boy that day that Daddy and Mummy even let me play with my new bouncer and toys! Cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RnestuhMxwI/AAAAAAAAACM/aTgdCIt2LTA/s1600-h/P1000377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077717006464894722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RnestuhMxwI/AAAAAAAAACM/aTgdCIt2LTA/s200/P1000377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RnevlehMxzI/AAAAAAAAACk/-eSP7E1sVGk/s1600-h/P1000380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077720163265857330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RnevlehMxzI/AAAAAAAAACk/-eSP7E1sVGk/s200/P1000380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077728972243781442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rne3mOhMx0I/AAAAAAAAACs/dOWm5H-MqKI/s200/P1000392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also made a new friend that day. Aunty Yixin and her daughter, cute cute Claire, came to visit us on Saturday . Claire's only a few months older than me but I look so puny next to her! I'm going to sign up with Califonia Fitness soon I tell you. I didn't really talk much to her cos I'm so zonked out. Jetlag lah. Luckily for Daddy and Mummy, I only woke up twice for supper during the night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077729835532207954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rne4YehMx1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Opw3RJ2PbpY/s200/P1000397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Mummy were ill-prepared for Sunday. Can't really blame them. I wasn't feeling too good that day so I tried telling Daddy and Mummy in the only way that I know - cry. I cried and I fussed. Even Hongzheng "Jie Jie" and Shuwen "Jie Jie" saw how cranky I was when they visited. Luckily Ye Ye and Nai Nai (actually more of Nai Nai lah ;P) were on hand to help poor Daddy and Mummy a bit. Even then, the day passed really slowly for us all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night of Father's day was by the climatic ending to the whole episode without the confinement nanny. My tummy was feeling funny and I couldn't sleep much. Daddy and Mummy had to feed and sayang me every 2 hours. Daddy even scolded me. So scary. Good thing we had some "ru yi" oil which Daddy and Mummy applied on my tummy. And just like the advert, my butt went "poot" "poot" "poot" and I felt so much better. They should make me the official spokesperson of this product! That said, I still couldn't sleep much. And so poor Daddy (and Mummy) got my special present for Father's day - sleepy panda eyes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rne7zuhMx2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jUDPn8YOvF4/s1600-h/P1000321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077733602218526562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rne7zuhMx2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jUDPn8YOvF4/s200/P1000321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for me, I'd better catch up on my beauty sleep before I get Daddy's panda eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6003700079285515680?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6003700079285515680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6003700079285515680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6003700079285515680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6003700079285515680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day-weekend.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RnestuhMxwI/AAAAAAAAACM/aTgdCIt2LTA/s72-c/P1000377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-5857136326709910627</id><published>2007-06-13T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:11:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Black, White and Red Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today an aunty (you know who you are hor) asked why there were no post on the 11th or 12th. Hey come on, I was busy mah. Not easy being a newborn ok. So much to drink, so much to pee and poo, so much sleep to catch up on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm back. I'd like to introduce you to a good friend of mine. He's been there for me through poo and pee. He is my "caterpillar friend", as Daddy and Mummy call him. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rm_aJOhMxuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KjykS7nNrVk/s1600-h/P1000284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075515157120861922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rm_aJOhMxuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KjykS7nNrVk/s200/P1000284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have a good impression of him at first. Who would have a good impression of a red-faced creature staring at you in the face while you are half-naked? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after a while, I decided to be nice to him. It's not his fault that he looks the way he does. We hit off quite well after that. Although he's not much of a talker, he listens to my every cry without much complaint. Where can you find a friend like him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun together, like the time we "kicked" Daddy when he was changing me. Haha. Showed him not to trifle with little babies and their red-faced sidekicks huh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075518734828619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rm_dZehMxvI/AAAAAAAAACE/6toZp4yhNI0/s200/P1000280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All righty then. It's time for a chit chat session with "caterpillar friend". Till then next time, cheerios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-5857136326709910627?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5857136326709910627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=5857136326709910627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/5857136326709910627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/5857136326709910627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-black-white-and-red-friend.html' title='My Black, White and Red Friend'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rm_aJOhMxuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KjykS7nNrVk/s72-c/P1000284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-2715064335486397407</id><published>2007-06-11T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:12:01.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to the Paediatrician</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day is 9 June 2007. Appointment with paediatrician is scheduled at 8am. Daddy and Mummy woke up at 6am to get ready for the perilous journey to Mt Alvernia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all went well and I was duly fed at 6.30am. Safe enough right? Think again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 7.30am, Daddy and Mummy made their way to the car. As they prepared to drive off, I started to feel hungry. Hey it's not my fault. I'm a growing baby mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mummy had no choice but to breastfeed me &lt;em&gt;discreetly&lt;/em&gt; at the back of the car while Daddy again drove the car like a constipated snail. When we reached the hopsital at 7.45am, I had this incredible urge to poo. I'd have waited till we reach the clinic but then when you gotta go, you gotta go! In the car no less. See how cute I look when I'm poo-ing ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074652315370964674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmzJZOhMxsI/AAAAAAAAABs/FYRczAbyvOE/s200/P1000251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Clinic doesn't open till 8.30am (then why did the doctor tell Daddy and Mummy to go so early??) so Daddy decided to change my diapers. Since he's at it, I had to puke out some milk that I had trouble keeping in my tummy. So out it came (sorry). They really had a tough time changing me I tell you. But cannot really fault them lah, first-time parents bringing their newborn out on their own for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned out the clinic was already open for parents to register. By the time Daddy and Mummy realised that, we'd already been relegated from 2nd to 6th or 7th in line. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmzHmehMxqI/AAAAAAAAABc/DfwvB2fpkww/s1600-h/P1000292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074650343980975778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmzHmehMxqI/AAAAAAAAABc/DfwvB2fpkww/s200/P1000292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doctor came late. By the time it was our turn, I got hungry again. So poor Daddy had to go and make some formula milk while the doctor was showing Mummy the correct colour of my poo. Doctor also commented that I looked like Shrek. Luckily the doctor managed to qualify that it was because of the colour of my hooded towel before Mummy could lunge at his throat. *Phew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting to pay the $80+ consultation with the paediatrician (I've now made up my mind to be a doctor when I grow up), Daddy refused to let me have the forumla milk because "the milk powder had not fully dissolved". So poor Mummy had to breastfeed me a little in the nursing room while Daddy sat outside swirling a milk bottle and watching "Nanny McPhee". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah I really need to tell you about this strange old aunty who stared at us while Daddy was feeding me after the milk is "properly dissolved". She was just staring like we were albino golden monkeys here for a limited time only. We are not alone I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmzLJuhMxtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RYsuMI_0xXg/s1600-h/P1000293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074654248106247890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmzLJuhMxtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RYsuMI_0xXg/s200/P1000293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, I conclude the great adventure that Daddy and Mummy will remember as "The Road to the Paediatrician". Tata for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-2715064335486397407?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2715064335486397407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=2715064335486397407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2715064335486397407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/2715064335486397407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/road-to-paediatrician.html' title='The Road to the Paediatrician'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmzJZOhMxsI/AAAAAAAAABs/FYRczAbyvOE/s72-c/P1000251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-6129642579257067290</id><published>2007-06-10T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:46:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Bukit Batok</title><content type='html'>After staying an extra night (and making Daddy and Mummy pay a little extra) for my tanning session, it is finally time to go home on 5 June. The nurses decked me into a little shirt declaring that I'm a "Thomson kid" - it's not something I'd choose myself but it's still decent enough. They also gave me a huge luminous yellow bag stuff with goodies. The bag ought to be buried under an active volcano for eternity but I don't mind all the goodies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was as eventful as watching paint dry. Come on Daddy, you're driving your Getz like it's an overloaded 300-ton oil tanker. Floor it a little can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rmuqj-hMxnI/AAAAAAAAABE/5hwHerfkwnc/s1600-h/P1000227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074336940217386610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rmuqj-hMxnI/AAAAAAAAABE/5hwHerfkwnc/s200/P1000227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so we made it home after 30 "days". Gong Gong was waiting for us (actually I have a feeling he was only waiting for me) at our house. He gave me a huge ang pao! Cool huh. Not only do I have a nice tan with cute looks to match, I now have all the $ka-ching$ I need for all those milkshake dates with the babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy really outdone themselves with the room they prepared for me. 2 shades of blue with a Winnie the Pooh wall border. I also like the bedding that Mummy chose for me - Classic Pooh. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmutE-hMxoI/AAAAAAAAABM/8SLlMic1Mns/s1600-h/P1000237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074339706176325250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmutE-hMxoI/AAAAAAAAABM/8SLlMic1Mns/s200/P1000237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me enjoying my first day on my new sheets. Nice right? 1 thing troubes me though - Is Pooh a boy or a girl? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next post, I'm going to tell you about the great adventure that I gave Daddy and Mummy on our very first trip out - The Road to the Paediatrician. Isaiah over and out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074344920266622610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rmux0ehMxpI/AAAAAAAAABU/f8tObtQdWvI/s200/P1000229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-6129642579257067290?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6129642579257067290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=6129642579257067290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6129642579257067290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/6129642579257067290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweet-home-bukit-batok.html' title='Sweet Home Bukit Batok'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rmuqj-hMxnI/AAAAAAAAABE/5hwHerfkwnc/s72-c/P1000227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-8811507780711168932</id><published>2007-06-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:46:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time at the Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074256010148628002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rmtg9OhMxiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JRN8Y_hBs-M/s200/P1000171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*YAWN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now all cleaned. Feels strange to not be inside water. But hey I'm not complaining, with all &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmtiCehMxjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UFHoKTODUCA/s1600-h/P1000187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074257199854569010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmtiCehMxjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UFHoKTODUCA/s200/P1000187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the fussing over me. Shiok I tell you. I have sooo many visitors. The queue can reach JB I tell you. Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some aunties took my photo and posted it online. Aiyo, never ask for my permission how can? Luckily I love the attention, otherwise I'd get my Daddy and Mummy to scold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today some nurse kidnapped me and took me away, and poked some needle into my little butt butt. Pain pain. Next time I'm not gonna let them do it so easily. Eat my poo poo missiles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stay more night in the hospital for some serious tanning. Babes love a tanned dude you know. But dun understand why Daddy and Mummy had to stay and accompany me in the hospital, leave me alone for 1 night with the pretty nurses also cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I'm still looking forward to going to our new home. Ooh yeah, my own room without all the other screaming babies. Will miss the pretty nurses though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmqtIOhMxhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xxBdBAnZ6Uo/s1600-h/P1000217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074058287034189330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmqtIOhMxhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xxBdBAnZ6Uo/s200/P1000217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Nuff said. I'm going to take my beauty nap now. Next stop - our own houseeezzzzzz.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-8811507780711168932?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8811507780711168932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=8811507780711168932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8811507780711168932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/8811507780711168932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/yawn-im-now-all-cleaned.html' title='My Time at the Hospital'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/Rmtg9OhMxiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JRN8Y_hBs-M/s72-c/P1000171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016892455931115027.post-1446161121425698223</id><published>2007-06-09T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:26:33.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning - My Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No, this is not Star Wars. Though I'd like to think of my entry into this world as something of a force-twisting event for Daddy and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy's gynae, Dr Chua Yang had told Daddy and Mummy that I'm still rather comfortable in her tummy n shouldn't be coming out anytime soon. So, I thought I'd spring a surprise on everyone. Daddy said I'd be a Vesak Day baby, but hey, babies don't work public holidays OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a little restless on 1 June 2007 so I though might as well lah. Sure, I've had some good times in Mummy' stomach - with all the MacDonald's and KFC. But after a while, these are just too dull for me. I need the REAL world you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave Mummy some tummy-aches during the day. Silly Mummy (I didn't type this k Mum, Daddy did!) thought she had the runs. It's not until after dinner at Gong Gong n Por Por's house that she began to take me seriously. The things you have to do to get yourself heard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr Chua asked Mummy to monitor the contractions that I'm giving her. To make things more exciting, I let some hind water out. Poor Daddy and Mummy had to pretend to be cool and make their way down to Thomson Medical Centre. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached the hospital slightly after 10pm and Mummy was checked into an observation room while Daddy registers Mummy's admission into the hospital. Thereafter, to cut a long story short, Dr Chua delivered me via c-section after Mummy went into labour for more than 8 hours (with epidural of course) - I had tried to come out by myself but I'm a tad too big for petite Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmuncuhMxmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5jrlhlkSxZo/s1600-h/P1000151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074333517128451682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmuncuhMxmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5jrlhlkSxZo/s200/P1000151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmpGNOhMxgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZkrBKbqRQ4/s1600-h/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073945123235874306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmpGNOhMxgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZkrBKbqRQ4/s200/P1000167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So there you have me, Isaiah Lee Yie, born on the second day of June 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmpGNOhMxgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZkrBKbqRQ4/s1600-h/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5016892455931115027-1446161121425698223?l=isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1446161121425698223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5016892455931115027&amp;postID=1446161121425698223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1446161121425698223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016892455931115027/posts/default/1446161121425698223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaiahsfirstblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-beginning-my-birth-story.html' title='A New Beginning - My Birth Story'/><author><name>Isaiah Baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162639018176707490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHhXDT8tQTg/RmuncuhMxmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5jrlhlkSxZo/s72-c/P1000151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
