<?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-6824931878729802483</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:40:52.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sis and Little Bro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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>451</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5735997854086393470</id><published>2012-01-26T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:10:54.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year - 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would consider this CNY as Jareth's second. He popped out on the last day of CNY in 2011, just that this year, he greeted us with two oranges. He really is a boy of surprises, on the eve of CNY, he broke a bottle of cashew nuts! That drove us nuts, we we all worried about the glass bits shattered everywhere. It was a thorough clean up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvpEw1L0cig/TyAqQE7ChXI/AAAAAAAADQY/umFJ1t-oisM/s1600/DSC02043.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvpEw1L0cig/TyAqQE7ChXI/AAAAAAAADQY/umFJ1t-oisM/s320/DSC02043.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;There goes our yummy home baked cashew nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;初一，Jareth got so adventurous that he fell and hit the table corner at my grandparents place. That left him a bruise on his left eyelid. Close shave to his eyes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEM9JLv6oxk/TyAp_dlY85I/AAAAAAAADQI/SQPeQOEWgtI/s1600/DSC02097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEM9JLv6oxk/TyAp_dlY85I/AAAAAAAADQI/SQPeQOEWgtI/s320/DSC02097.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;His bruise mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;初二, Jareth was drinking milk on our bed and he merlioned on our new bed. Thank God for mattress protector. That woke all of us up in the midst of our sleep to clean up. What a dragon year this rabbit boy began with. I'm seriously considering a safety helmet for this boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that Jazz isn't as adventurous as his brother. I would go mad if both kids are so hyper. I don't have those octopus hands to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aylIub_Y0S4/TyAp7Abr5XI/AAAAAAAADQA/ntx21kNlVJ8/s1600/DSC02053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aylIub_Y0S4/TyAp7Abr5XI/AAAAAAAADQA/ntx21kNlVJ8/s320/DSC02053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jazz going for her ang bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaPGZI0Kb0A/TyAqHEtnN4I/AAAAAAAADQQ/MS9UDwfCLv0/s1600/DSC02091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaPGZI0Kb0A/TyAqHEtnN4I/AAAAAAAADQQ/MS9UDwfCLv0/s320/DSC02091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth with his mini oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi6hx04Rlf8/TyAvluVPvXI/AAAAAAAADRQ/hs-OxSFbQlU/s1600/DSC02059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi6hx04Rlf8/TyAvluVPvXI/AAAAAAAADRQ/hs-OxSFbQlU/s320/DSC02059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Greeting from Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From us to you and your family, "Happy lunar new year, may this dragon year be of good health, prosperity and smooth sailing!" I guess I got to give up my chance of&amp;nbsp; having a dragon child, even though I desperately need one to compliment my man's zodiac for "龙马精神. My man's a horse and Jazz's an Ox, together they, "做牛做马." Sounds like a tough life. Well, since dragon is here and over in 2013, there's no more motivating factor for a number three. A loop is 12 years, that isn't possible either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a long weekend, I'm glad Jazz is back to school with all smiles. Smooth traffic today, a 20 minutes drive to her school, with ERP of $1.50. Sigh! Still, staying near town is the best of the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5735997854086393470?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5735997854086393470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5735997854086393470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5735997854086393470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5735997854086393470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-year-2012.html' title='Chinese New Year - 2012'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-OvpEw1L0cig/TyAqQE7ChXI/AAAAAAAADQY/umFJ1t-oisM/s72-c/DSC02043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5970654272982181120</id><published>2012-01-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:11:16.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have shifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While everyone is enjoying the long weekend this festive season, we have been busy packing for our new place, my parents home. The kids love this new place even though it's much of a mess now and we've been so tired trying to make sure they're safe in a whole new environment. They really adapt well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've officially evacuated our home. To my home, which will be rented out next month, we bid a fond farewell. Till we meet again. It's a place of much memories. My first owned home, the place I got married and build a family of my own. I was almost teary when we shifted our belongings. I supposed, if it weren't for the kids, I would probably stay put at where I am. It's a place of excellent location, with our work places and Jazz school within short drives. For Jareth, I wasn't ready to be a weekend parent and wasn't ready to ferry him to and fro everyday. Jams and long drives can drive us nuts. I guess, it's a better solution to stay with my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mz37g7E2xIU/TyAqZ1kOadI/AAAAAAAADQg/QEEFY5TTblA/s1600/DSC02023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pillow shifted with us too, he has a bigger place to roam about now. The kids enjoy playing with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akV12R6KDRs/TyAqykOOMKI/AAAAAAAADQo/4uZcusYlP7Q/s1600/DSC02026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akV12R6KDRs/TyAqykOOMKI/AAAAAAAADQo/4uZcusYlP7Q/s320/DSC02026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pillow being 'tortured' by the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybfdjh6BVwo/TyAq0x5YuuI/AAAAAAAADQw/RGtihMUcyhw/s1600/DSC02032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybfdjh6BVwo/TyAq0x5YuuI/AAAAAAAADQw/RGtihMUcyhw/s320/DSC02032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They love playing with&amp;nbsp; each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's still more packing and unpacking to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5970654272982181120?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5970654272982181120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5970654272982181120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5970654272982181120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5970654272982181120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-have-shifted.html' title='We have shifted'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-akV12R6KDRs/TyAqykOOMKI/AAAAAAAADQo/4uZcusYlP7Q/s72-c/DSC02026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6119712881845129003</id><published>2012-01-19T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:02:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calender - 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally completed our personalised calender&amp;nbsp;before the first month of 2012 flips over. I did this for 2010, but not 2011.&amp;nbsp;Back doing it for 2012. I love seeing these pictures in my calender over any other commercial calenders. I've also included some of my favourite parenting and family quotes in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UW2CRKdTTw/TxegwCaj42I/AAAAAAAADPg/BjiJAxCgkQY/s1600/DSC02014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UW2CRKdTTw/TxegwCaj42I/AAAAAAAADPg/BjiJAxCgkQY/s320/DSC02014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wP_9vumSZFY/Txeg5DyFmTI/AAAAAAAADPo/iAi4JXXpJx8/s1600/DSC02015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wP_9vumSZFY/Txeg5DyFmTI/AAAAAAAADPo/iAi4JXXpJx8/s320/DSC02015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmqFOepGjSc/TxehC1-YbXI/AAAAAAAADPw/ShhEre7EN2c/s1600/DSC02016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmqFOepGjSc/TxehC1-YbXI/AAAAAAAADPw/ShhEre7EN2c/s320/DSC02016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next, I need to bind them together for the flip over effect. After which it will be displayed at home or in our offices. Nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6119712881845129003?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6119712881845129003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6119712881845129003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6119712881845129003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6119712881845129003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/calender-2012.html' title='Calender - 2012'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-_UW2CRKdTTw/TxegwCaj42I/AAAAAAAADPg/BjiJAxCgkQY/s72-c/DSC02014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7169177860141125934</id><published>2012-01-19T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:04:58.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishballs</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;am on urgent leave today. All because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhk3qQqSnwE/Txd3aZruzuI/AAAAAAAADPY/o8RFbzAC-J4/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhk3qQqSnwE/Txd3aZruzuI/AAAAAAAADPY/o8RFbzAC-J4/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Fishballs being quartered for kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jazz is having a CNY steamboat lunch in school today. She was supposed to bring fishballs, but we forgot! I left it in the fridge. We were only reminded when teachers asked about it, I was about to tell them forget it, but her teachers&amp;nbsp;mentioned that&amp;nbsp;she might be upset because everyone brought something and they&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;presenting their items individually.&amp;nbsp;Sounds like public speaking skills. They even asked if we could get something from nearby convenience store. Thinking we were near home, we went back to get those fishballs&amp;nbsp;sitting in the fridge. We have been busy packing and cleaning our home, so much so that I've neglected my kids 'academics'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teachers and us know Jazz very well, if everyone has something except her, she would be very upset.&amp;nbsp;She has a little of 'show off' character,&amp;nbsp;bad&amp;nbsp;I know, but she's still being moulded. I hope she will gradually dilute this part of&amp;nbsp;trait as she grows.&amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;know she has a strong character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On&amp;nbsp;our way home to get the fishballs, I&amp;nbsp;texted my &lt;em&gt;female&lt;/em&gt; boss about taking urgent leave, I was extremely late for work already.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;thought to&amp;nbsp;myself, even if my career is at risk for these fishballs, it's worth it. Really! For that smile and&amp;nbsp;memory I could exchange for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-7169177860141125934?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7169177860141125934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7169177860141125934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7169177860141125934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7169177860141125934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/fishballs.html' title='Fishballs'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-mhk3qQqSnwE/Txd3aZruzuI/AAAAAAAADPY/o8RFbzAC-J4/s72-c/IMG_1122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5914714660709604476</id><published>2012-01-16T14:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:19:53.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am a fan of pediped and see ka run shoes, but can't get too fanatic about them because they aren't cheap for a pair of kid's shoes! Just by clicking, shopping is so much more convenient, my addiction got the kids 3 pairs of shoes! 2 pairs for Jazz and 1 for Jareth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My man was so annoying when I was doing my online purchase, he kept nagging behind my ears, "Too big, too big, need to buy smaller for her." I was going for a cautious size for the kids because the kids aren't able to try and exchanging 1 for 1 for online purchases is extremely hassle. Especially an overseas website. So then, a pair of Jazz's shoes were almost tight, although they were just nice with the soft padding removed. And I didn't know pediped came with sole padding in them, pediped originals doesn't come with padding I recalled. But it's good, this extends the life span of the shoes as their little feet grows.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Izt847xc8Dg/TxO1k-KPfKI/AAAAAAAADOw/ldOAqyfMXRk/s1600/DSC01973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Izt847xc8Dg/TxO1k-KPfKI/AAAAAAAADOw/ldOAqyfMXRk/s320/DSC01973.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For Jareth&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; pediped grip 'n' go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36Jwbf1WK2E/TxO3MEMtp3I/AAAAAAAADO4/q27g68lImDw/s1600/DSC01972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36Jwbf1WK2E/TxO3MEMtp3I/AAAAAAAADO4/q27g68lImDw/s320/DSC01972.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;These are pretty big for Jazz, shall wait for her feet to grow more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Buu6kBUD1v0/TxO5Z3TwDSI/AAAAAAAADPI/AXZwGb2bYSo/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Buu6kBUD1v0/TxO5Z3TwDSI/AAAAAAAADPI/AXZwGb2bYSo/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pediped Flex. Before I could properly picture the shoes, she asked to wear them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y97BZMMuH4/TxO6OI2BNgI/AAAAAAAADPQ/qxmmvi3WZXY/s1600/IMG_1061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y97BZMMuH4/TxO6OI2BNgI/AAAAAAAADPQ/qxmmvi3WZXY/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Vainy little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love pediped for their quality and see kai run for their designs. Jazz had a pair of see kai run, and I realised the skin peels over time. And here's where I shop:  &lt;a href="http://www.endless.com/"&gt;www.endless.com&lt;/a&gt;. There's free international shipping for above USD100. Easily attainable with 2 kids. And no need for vpost, yes! It's much cheaper buying from here than locally. Jazz's pediped costs about $90 locally, but $50 to $60 from endless with shipping included. It's much savings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5914714660709604476?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5914714660709604476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5914714660709604476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5914714660709604476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5914714660709604476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/endless-shoes.html' title='Endless shoes'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-Izt847xc8Dg/TxO1k-KPfKI/AAAAAAAADOw/ldOAqyfMXRk/s72-c/DSC01973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7737795487836187939</id><published>2012-01-11T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:32:20.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year resolutions - 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remembered stating Jazz's new year &lt;a href="http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-resolutions.html"&gt;resolutions&lt;/a&gt; for 2011. A re-look, I think we're all failures, they didn't come to past and those irritating habits are still part of her. I've countless times of threats with chilli or axe oil, but they just don't work. It's high time to put threats into action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nudgpV4k074/Tw0ahSVSFII/AAAAAAAADOo/ckMFljn_E_0/s1600/DSC01319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nudgpV4k074/Tw0ahSVSFII/AAAAAAAADOo/ckMFljn_E_0/s320/DSC01319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Still with those fingers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So for Jazz, it's the same resolutions as last year. For Jareth, I don't what to expect of him. I just hope he grows well and gain some good weight. He's looking tiny to me for his months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-7737795487836187939?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7737795487836187939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7737795487836187939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7737795487836187939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7737795487836187939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-resolutions-2012.html' title='New year resolutions - 2012'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-nudgpV4k074/Tw0ahSVSFII/AAAAAAAADOo/ckMFljn_E_0/s72-c/DSC01319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7582063078285542420</id><published>2012-01-09T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:08:23.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to learn from kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My best few moments are when we pick Jazz from school and coming home to meet the boy. It's being in a state of euphoria that words can't explain after every long work day. Love is the basic explanation, I guess. We catch up alot during our car ride home, I would ask Jazz about school, what she learned, what she did and who her friends are. We giggle and laugh alot on our way home. One of the days, I watched her laugh and realised there are so many things that I can learn from her and Jareth instead of me always being their teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They constantly teach me:&lt;br /&gt;1. To smile and laugh at the simplest things in life - Contentment &lt;br /&gt;2. To forgive and forget easily - Graciousness&lt;br /&gt;3. Not a need to always be in a rush - Quality time&lt;br /&gt;4. To stay simple minded - Innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the key of all: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kids have also made me realised how love is demonstrated unconditionally. The strongest evidence of love is sacrifice, which I have many!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-7582063078285542420?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7582063078285542420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7582063078285542420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7582063078285542420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7582063078285542420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-to-learn-from-kids.html' title='Things to learn from kids'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-6608070543120022480</id><published>2012-01-08T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:59:46.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers' Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The farmers' market sounds like a place where farmers get together to sell their produce in a market, but it really isn't what the name explains. It's a place of food - produces, cupcakes, pies, wine, snacks and many more. We visited the&amp;nbsp; place yesterday, happening only the first Saturday of every month, between 8:30am to 2pm. It was a very hot morning when we went, so warm that I couldn't hang around any longer. I felt that most stuffs are more for the Caucasians or rather for people who appreciates a different taste of food, because of the food nature. They are mostly imported and rarely found in the supermarkets. For myself, I marketed for 3 peaches and a packet of corn chips for Jazz, which was yummy! I wouldn't hesitate to go back for more. It's $4 per pack. Oh, and I saw really beautiful tomatoes and parsnips there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The highlight for kids was the little playground in there, some swings, slide and a trampoline. A friend of mine recommended trampoline as the highlight for the little children. Jazz went bouncing off her feet on it, but it was so warm that I wrapped up her play in a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3dcN674JYI/TwkMAOa0BcI/AAAAAAAADNQ/wCQAC8MgwbY/s1600/DSC01889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3dcN674JYI/TwkMAOa0BcI/AAAAAAAADNQ/wCQAC8MgwbY/s320/DSC01889.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The little playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eX5VQjoJujE/TwkMM94euaI/AAAAAAAADNY/pHmj2UqJ9Dg/s1600/DSC01892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eX5VQjoJujE/TwkMM94euaI/AAAAAAAADNY/pHmj2UqJ9Dg/s320/DSC01892.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A dual swing for the siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzOuIFPw4CI/TwkMZAZ2l5I/AAAAAAAADNg/4BCk_fNWEdc/s1600/DSC01899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzOuIFPw4CI/TwkMZAZ2l5I/AAAAAAAADNg/4BCk_fNWEdc/s320/DSC01899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;The Trampoline&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DqMm1T1mLU/TwkM-rn-M1I/AAAAAAAADOI/y_dmXSP4LBc/s1600/DSC01894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DqMm1T1mLU/TwkM-rn-M1I/AAAAAAAADOI/y_dmXSP4LBc/s320/DSC01894.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A glimpse of the market&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a cafe in there, the Pantry cookery school, we didn't check that out, another time perhaps. Instead, we drove off further into Dempsey for lunch at Dome, and little boy got very fussy because he wanted his nap. After lunch, we went to get diapers for the kids at carrefour. With sale, we ended up with 6 boxes of pampers!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC2vONEafvo/TwkMgd9G0AI/AAAAAAAADNo/OAhtXgX8IEg/s1600/DSC01903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC2vONEafvo/TwkMgd9G0AI/AAAAAAAADNo/OAhtXgX8IEg/s320/DSC01903.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Fussy little boy fell alseep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-gZLGIc3vw/TwkMnGo-jQI/AAAAAAAADNw/ezr5K1N_ATQ/s1600/DSC01907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-gZLGIc3vw/TwkMnGo-jQI/AAAAAAAADNw/ezr5K1N_ATQ/s320/DSC01907.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tired little ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQvx1XqQUW0/TwkMtfR4wTI/AAAAAAAADN4/kgQkSAKbJhk/s1600/DSC01913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQvx1XqQUW0/TwkMtfR4wTI/AAAAAAAADN4/kgQkSAKbJhk/s320/DSC01913.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Front seat for diapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When life was just between a husband and wife, hatchback car sounds cute and practical, serving the basic needs of driving to and fro locations. When the first kid arrived, the car is irritated me with a car seat and a permanently stored stroller in the boot. Now, with the second kid, a booster seat, a car seat and their stroller. There's hardly any room for sitting! I'm desperate for a change of car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTR8VcHbs0I/TwkM2ZrNhbI/AAAAAAAADOA/XcboU4P38Z8/s1600/DSC01917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTR8VcHbs0I/TwkM2ZrNhbI/AAAAAAAADOA/XcboU4P38Z8/s320/DSC01917.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Look at the hyperactive boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovi0apc0-f4/TwkNpl7DQrI/AAAAAAAADOY/AdJg5gv6XdE/s320/DSC01925.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My 3 small peaches at $2.50. Yet to taste them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bla1cU8eklo/TwkNiMGcqwI/AAAAAAAADOQ/p9RPJ1l_Ptw/s1600/DSC01924.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bla1cU8eklo/TwkNiMGcqwI/AAAAAAAADOQ/p9RPJ1l_Ptw/s320/DSC01924.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Corn chips produced in Spain - Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess we would probably go to the famers' market again, if my man will wake up early on that Saturday. I want those chips again, get some beautiful parsnips and try some cupcakes from the cafe. And hopefully get to chance upon the paella, a Spanish dish which I've previously read that it was available in there. And maybe seeing some of Jazz schoolmates, we bumped into 2 of her schoolmates while we were in Dempsey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did I mention where the place was? It's at: &lt;b&gt;75E Loewen Road&lt;/b&gt;, within Dempsey hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6608070543120022480?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6608070543120022480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6608070543120022480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6608070543120022480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6608070543120022480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/farmers-market.html' title='Farmers&apos; Market'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-b3dcN674JYI/TwkMAOa0BcI/AAAAAAAADNQ/wCQAC8MgwbY/s72-c/DSC01889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-8655103973254181963</id><published>2012-01-06T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:07:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under One Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents' new home are almost ready, in weeks time. We've been bringing the kids there occasionally and they really are excited when we're in there. They would climb up and down, walk and run around. Still, my dilemma is still lingering around, should we shift and stay together as a three generations family with different surnames under one roof? My heart and my mind says, 'yes', but I'm not sure how harmonized will we get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siblings squabbling are never ending even till now, and sometimes disagreements with my mum too. I've sister in-laws to live with, and much more challenges forthcoming, I believe. What about Jazz's school and my office location? A usually 5 minutes drive from home is going to be a 15 to 20 minutes drive. We are gonna wake up so much more earlier. That's some precious sleep we need to forgo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the bright side, I love being soaked in the presence of my family. Sometimes, I feel that they don't have enough time for me, instead of the other way round. I'm a big mummy and daddy's girl. Other good reasons include having my household chores taken care of and kids being taken care of when we need help. Hmm, so are good reasons enough to over weigh the bad reasons? I only know I'm in love with the location of our current home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much doubts I have, we've got ourselves and the kids rooms ready. Sounds like a decision made up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsurVI_xWjg/TwW99EwYE1I/AAAAAAAADM4/6FsxEeUAyyg/s1600/DSC01810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsurVI_xWjg/TwW99EwYE1I/AAAAAAAADM4/6FsxEeUAyyg/s320/DSC01810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Our bathroom - Jazz telling us this is where she will take her shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak5dEpnoccY/TwW_70CWIKI/AAAAAAAADNI/pqi_9EIWVs0/s1600/DSC01807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak5dEpnoccY/TwW_70CWIKI/AAAAAAAADNI/pqi_9EIWVs0/s320/DSC01807.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The kids exploring our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Mlb252-4TQ/TwW_wBixojI/AAAAAAAADNA/JSClZBm_t2I/s1600/DSC01813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Mlb252-4TQ/TwW_wBixojI/AAAAAAAADNA/JSClZBm_t2I/s320/DSC01813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Js' room with an animal blind that I've chosen &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad is a very wise man. I always think Dads should live their life of good examples for kids, one that their kids can always look up to and respect. Whenever we have squabbles, my dad always tells me, "做人随便一点". Well, I'm trying. And he would tell me to sometimes act "stupid" such that we will be less complaining over people. Sounds practical at times. And my man would say in other words, "Act blur, live longer." I really have the most "随便” men at home. &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/6824931878729802483-8655103973254181963?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8655103973254181963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8655103973254181963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8655103973254181963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8655103973254181963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/many-under-one-roof.html' title='Under One Roof'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-RsurVI_xWjg/TwW99EwYE1I/AAAAAAAADM4/6FsxEeUAyyg/s72-c/DSC01810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7273333425864178926</id><published>2012-01-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:46:01.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All smiles for school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jazz is doing really well in school, teachers are of all praises about her, complimenting that she's able to do everything instructed, independent and helpful. I don't know if they overrated her, but at least it assured me that she's doing well in school. My worry was uncalled for. She's really happy when we send her in daily, with all smiles and excitement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My girl has grown, and is still growing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-7273333425864178926?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7273333425864178926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7273333425864178926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7273333425864178926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7273333425864178926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-smiles-for-school.html' title='All smiles for school'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-27066030712056643</id><published>2012-01-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:28:11.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Jazz's first day in her new school. We sent her in and picked her out together, Jareth came along when we picked her. Looks like she's adaptive to her new place, except for those watery eyes when we bid goodbye. I peeped through the class window, saw her wiping tears away. Even so, I think she did well on this first day. No wailing. Well, it's just the first day, I hope the week will go well, before we can say we're safe to not expect any crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4GYMmZ-ZBo/TwM19pRFOHI/AAAAAAAADMM/LxGYelz6b6w/s1600/DSC01884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw some familiar faces crying as they were sent in and while waiting to be picked. I hope they'll all be able to adapt soon. Jazz was really excited about her day, as chatty as before when we picked her. She gave us a "hurray" when we arrived outside the new school and walked into the school all by herself. Ashame to say, she always wanted to be in our arms as she goes and finishes school, at the previous place. She insists! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's new school, with new teachers, I was more diligent in labeling her stuffs, except for clothings. I expect no mixed up in that though. I sew her name on her pillow, please don't laugh at the unrefined artwork. At least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4GYMmZ-ZBo/TwM19pRFOHI/AAAAAAAADMM/LxGYelz6b6w/s1600/DSC01884.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4GYMmZ-ZBo/TwM19pRFOHI/AAAAAAAADMM/LxGYelz6b6w/s320/DSC01884.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;On her pillow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On this first day, I am already black marking her teachers. They missed out her undies beneath her leggings. I was furious! It happened at the previous and now here, what's going on?!!! I'm really beginning to wonder if it's due to culture differences by teachers from other countries or do they just think undies are not important to kids? It's hygiene and habit! Yellow card for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-27066030712056643?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/27066030712056643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=27066030712056643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/27066030712056643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/27066030712056643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-in-school.html' title='First day in school'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-d4GYMmZ-ZBo/TwM19pRFOHI/AAAAAAAADMM/LxGYelz6b6w/s72-c/DSC01884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-987815298750812719</id><published>2012-01-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:11:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the First day of 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the first day of 2012, our man brought us to Botanic gardens. In there, we had a very very long stroll to Jacob Ballas, children's garden. The weather was in favour, but too warm for us, especially when we were strolling. Jazz was all good, she helped us by walking throughout, taking care and pacifying didi when he got fussy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was seldom of us to take stroll with nature. We walked through the greens, came by a pond with black swans and ducks, and pigeons nearby. Jareth kept trying to chase and reach for the pigeons, while Jazz kept asking me what the black swan was. Maybe all kids think swans are beautifully white. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpIAWP9Mk44/TwMnDRIyUJI/AAAAAAAADLY/B-DYsG6SHJw/s1600/DSC01843.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpIAWP9Mk44/TwMnDRIyUJI/AAAAAAAADLY/B-DYsG6SHJw/s320/DSC01843.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Many pigeons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmtJJOCyTkI/TwMnN0rAWiI/AAAAAAAADLg/j6yauCbq73s/s1600/DSC01846.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmtJJOCyTkI/TwMnN0rAWiI/AAAAAAAADLg/j6yauCbq73s/s320/DSC01846.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Trying to reach for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We finally arrived in Jacob Ballas, I'm already exhausted and felt like heading back home, but I hung on for the kids. Jazz had some fun at the different sections of their play area and her love was the water play. I only brought along an extra tee, and she made play with that. At first, she went, "No, I don't to wear, later wet." She wanted to play naked! We had a hard time convincing her that it was extra clothing, it's fine to get it wet. Jareth had little splashes of fun, I didn't want him to get too wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7GYkurKZVk/TwMnWd7zs2I/AAAAAAAADLo/9uTkdoAM8Og/s1600/DSC01863.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7GYkurKZVk/TwMnWd7zs2I/AAAAAAAADLo/9uTkdoAM8Og/s320/DSC01863.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Water play always make her laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After play, we got really tired, and Jazz didn't nap at all, until bedtime. We had some drinks, fries and ice cream at the kids bar, while the man volunteered to drive the car over. His noble act saved us from that torturing walk back to the car. Thanks man! This is what happens if you plan an impromptu trip, don't know where to go and don't know where to park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vDXZksmakM/TwMndpSZ2II/AAAAAAAADLw/YrH9GA4HTaM/s1600/DSC01868.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vDXZksmakM/TwMndpSZ2II/AAAAAAAADLw/YrH9GA4HTaM/s320/DSC01868.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;With her favourite ribena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was also the day when the new seat belt ruling was announced. Although, I thought all along this ruling has always been in place, maybe traffic department decides to work harder in 2012. I tried getting both into their car seat, hoping car ride will be more pleasant for all of us. Botanic gardens is a very short drive from our place, the to trip wasn't too bad until Jareth got a little fussy, then I used my 'magic wand' - ipad! It kept him calmed till we arrived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y84zSPbJZV8/TwMkkmJrkTI/AAAAAAAADLA/Zo7rbS4oEIE/s1600/DSC01834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y84zSPbJZV8/TwMkkmJrkTI/AAAAAAAADLA/Zo7rbS4oEIE/s320/DSC01834.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jazz is pretty good in being a cooperative passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GMjUhnacVPg/TwMk06JHQ_I/AAAAAAAADLI/VzWq1caTAHg/s1600/DSC01836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GMjUhnacVPg/TwMk06JHQ_I/AAAAAAAADLI/VzWq1caTAHg/s320/DSC01836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like some cars with movie player in the rear seat, except that ours is manual - my hand!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The return drive was another test of their cooperation. They scored well. Jazz entertained Jareth, and they were both laughing and giggling all the way home. I wish they found love in their car seat and booster seat. Car rides can be mad with 2 uncooperative passengers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yUrvtCS2pA/TwMnnPmgTfI/AAAAAAAADL4/BSnsSyuXwtQ/s1600/DSC01871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yUrvtCS2pA/TwMnnPmgTfI/AAAAAAAADL4/BSnsSyuXwtQ/s320/DSC01871.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Laughing all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS8n3E-5KXk/TwMnviamSjI/AAAAAAAADMA/vGxIivNC3Bg/s1600/DSC01876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS8n3E-5KXk/TwMnviamSjI/AAAAAAAADMA/vGxIivNC3Bg/s320/DSC01876.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Awesome duos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What a fun new year day out to hang out with nature. I love you kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-987815298750812719?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/987815298750812719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=987815298750812719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/987815298750812719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/987815298750812719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-first-day-of-2012.html' title='On the First day of 2012'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-NpIAWP9Mk44/TwMnDRIyUJI/AAAAAAAADLY/B-DYsG6SHJw/s72-c/DSC01843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5162455208090926105</id><published>2011-12-31T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:17:02.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the last day of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the last day of 2011, I'm more excited about the long weekend than anything else. In addition, I'm on leave the on the first day of Jazz's school, just in case she needs my immediate attention. Excessive crying causes Mummy to heartache.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had good feast at home today, drove past Huber's butchery for an exploration, ended up with some beef for steak and a pork knuckle. Good beef is an expensive treat, having it on the last day of the year sounds proper and pampering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAQumJ2-i8Y/Tv8g8q-QZ5I/AAAAAAAADJY/0Ja6SnQU2KQ/s1600/DSC01794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAQumJ2-i8Y/Tv8g8q-QZ5I/AAAAAAAADJY/0Ja6SnQU2KQ/s320/DSC01794.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jazz posing in front of the shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQHTCOqJ5Lg/Tv8hOoKhuvI/AAAAAAAADJg/drRzwybzL54/s1600/DSC01797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQHTCOqJ5Lg/Tv8hOoKhuvI/AAAAAAAADJg/drRzwybzL54/s320/DSC01797.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Extra huge pork knuckle and my hoegarden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VXOl5KpFDg/Tv8hrj-L0DI/AAAAAAAADJo/vp4H5gjTc3A/s1600/DSC01816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VXOl5KpFDg/Tv8hrj-L0DI/AAAAAAAADJo/vp4H5gjTc3A/s320/DSC01816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;The Ribeye and Wagyu ribeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsVf9pMUPvQ/Tv8jLDL6zyI/AAAAAAAADJw/B9FIXqZ2kFM/s1600/DSC01818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsVf9pMUPvQ/Tv8jLDL6zyI/AAAAAAAADJw/B9FIXqZ2kFM/s320/DSC01818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wagyu beef was shiokness, definitely not to be eaten daily or weekly, I'm no millionaire for such delicacy. Jazz had chicken wings and Jareth had his porridge. Our simple New year eve menu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being the last day of the year, I do have much more thoughts than just food. I don't know where to begin or end. I've not pen my 2012 resolutions, and before I know it, it's 31st Dec 2011. Time waits no man, move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From us to you, "Happy New Year and have a smooth sailing 2012, wishing you and your family good health and plenty of happiness!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5162455208090926105?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5162455208090926105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5162455208090926105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5162455208090926105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5162455208090926105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-last-day-of-2011.html' title='On the last day of 2011'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-aAQumJ2-i8Y/Tv8g8q-QZ5I/AAAAAAAADJY/0Ja6SnQU2KQ/s72-c/DSC01794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5378497809064891987</id><published>2011-12-31T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:30:00.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brought Jazz to her new school for an orientation today. Her teachers and ourselves have been talking to her about moving onto a new school with bigger playground, the only thing that made her look forward to. And she's beginning this new class next week. I'm pretty nervous for her. I seriously hope she'll do fine with the new environment and new routines: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjgUlSZbYU4/Tv3ncbXounI/AAAAAAAADIg/TBJZhvMOBFY/s1600/DSC01763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjgUlSZbYU4/Tv3ncbXounI/AAAAAAAADIg/TBJZhvMOBFY/s320/DSC01763.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got a little worried when the school mentioned that dinner will not be served, because she usually takes her dinner 430pm at the toddler's class. We would pick her from 630pm onwards and by the time we get home, it will be a very late dinner for her. I hope this is will work fine for her tummy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Breakfast starts at 8:30am, when it was 9am previously. We need to send her in earlier, if not, she'll be hungry till lunch! Changes affects parents too! Gonna try waking up earlier and no more late night sleeps for her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1asQieB88s/Tv3q4kI0rsI/AAAAAAAADJE/7odE1H6pgXA/s1600/DSC01768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1asQieB88s/Tv3q4kI0rsI/AAAAAAAADJE/7odE1H6pgXA/s320/DSC01768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The big big playground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hqT1i9LAYo/Tv3rH4f-RNI/AAAAAAAADJM/z3TeP-v5h_Q/s1600/DSC01757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hqT1i9LAYo/Tv3rH4f-RNI/AAAAAAAADJM/z3TeP-v5h_Q/s320/DSC01757.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her classroom with all chairs labelled with child's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5ofKstmLkQ/Tv3n_iVAWwI/AAAAAAAADIw/Z1a0ImGe3Tk/s1600/DSC01776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5ofKstmLkQ/Tv3n_iVAWwI/AAAAAAAADIw/Z1a0ImGe3Tk/s320/DSC01776.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She's having great fun with the slide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyUdOrQ_D3c/Tv3oUD0AAdI/AAAAAAAADI4/rH5J7vcNJjU/s1600/DSC01781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyUdOrQ_D3c/Tv3oUD0AAdI/AAAAAAAADI4/rH5J7vcNJjU/s320/DSC01781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And she met a friend, they laughed so much while playing together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy to you: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Zelle, you've grown and progressed so much! It feels like a more serious environment you've got into. I wonder if playgroup is really all about play. I know you'll re-visit letterland and revise some familiar lessons u did previously. Learning through play is what the school focuses and I hope you'll fill yourself with good fun everyday. I saw you smiling widely and saying 'hi' to familiar faces today, I sensed your friendliness and enjoyment. You could even open your usually tight sealed lips to tell the teachers your name when they asked you! I was impressed. It's 4 years of time you could be spending in there, till you're 6! Things might change, we might re-locate residence locally or even globally, and yikes, I dislike changes especially with you and didi being at such tender age, but bear with us, it's still the best we will give to you both."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still, I must say this "Play hard and study hard!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5378497809064891987?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5378497809064891987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5378497809064891987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5378497809064891987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5378497809064891987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/school-orientation.html' title='School Orientation'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-jjgUlSZbYU4/Tv3ncbXounI/AAAAAAAADIg/TBJZhvMOBFY/s72-c/DSC01763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7370430914109470168</id><published>2011-12-29T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:54:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching 11th month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little boy is moving towards his 11th month-er mark, about another half more months to be exact. And soon a year! He can now do little actions - bye, blow you a flying kiss, nod his head and going xi (trained for CNY). He's a very good walker now and taking things away from him, makes him cries loudly. Really loud! His hair has grown, and I've attempted to trim once for him. Waiting for a chance to execute my second attempt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhL594ztbU/TvyBtUGIPVI/AAAAAAAADIE/65XojY9ru2A/s1600/DSC01633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhL594ztbU/TvyBtUGIPVI/AAAAAAAADIE/65XojY9ru2A/s320/DSC01633.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Insist on chewing his candy cane with wrapper on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEyvhbtFlPk/TvyCFgWsAaI/AAAAAAAADIM/cFDU9cbSRFA/s1600/DSC01632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEyvhbtFlPk/TvyCFgWsAaI/AAAAAAAADIM/cFDU9cbSRFA/s320/DSC01632.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Has he got the mischievous look with those toys lying all over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He started walking earlier than Jazz, but learn to sign slower than Jazz. He babbles proper words earlier than Jazz, and some of his first words include 'Jie jie' and 'Daddy.' Everyone, but me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And today, he had a little fall, he tried to climb onto me while I was sitting on the floor, his hand slipped and smacked his face onto the floor. His nose bled! I got a shocked and almost wanted to rush him to KKH. Then I saw my man smiling at him, wiping the blood away, I think I overacted. Looking that he was fine, still smiley and playful, I calmed down a little. I remembered, babies' nose lining contains tiny blood vessels that causes them to bleed easily at the slightest hurt, so chill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little boy is really so much more active than big sis, I wouldn't think too hard about putting him on helmet at all times, except during sleep. &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/6824931878729802483-7370430914109470168?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7370430914109470168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7370430914109470168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7370430914109470168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7370430914109470168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/reaching-11th-month.html' title='Reaching 11th month'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-YPhL594ztbU/TvyBtUGIPVI/AAAAAAAADIE/65XojY9ru2A/s72-c/DSC01633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-4268443388227575966</id><published>2011-12-29T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:02:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving beyond toddlerhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today marks Jazz's last day in school before 'promoting' into a new class, at a new place. I'm already beginning to miss those children I see almost everyday when we send her to and pick her from school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, we met up with her teacher for a short meet the parents session. As usual, her teacher's ever sharing the positives of Jazz, as well as some class jokes they had. Not that she's very well behaved in school, but educators are seemingly positive encouragers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were also given her scrapbooks, which upon seeing, I do feel a little short changed for Jareth. He's missing out so much, compared to when Jazz was at his age. Time time, more time please, I want to home school him. We were given two scrapbooks of her 2.5 years school journey, from 2009 to 2011. I thought it was only 1.5 years, until I recently realised, it was more than 2 solid years in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zls_9TZLYew/TvxoqlvbDuI/AAAAAAAADHI/fEHx8OCxudk/s200/DSC01723.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her infant care days - 2009 to 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGIM3LlSoBA/TvxyvGRltrI/AAAAAAAADHw/DSGSDIpK53g/s200/DSC05410.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her toddler days - 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some excerpts from her scrapbooks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nET1JGqkgTs/TvxzPseJySI/AAAAAAAADH4/LOccJRPoPWM/s1600/DSC01708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nET1JGqkgTs/TvxzPseJySI/AAAAAAAADH4/LOccJRPoPWM/s320/DSC01708.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her prints have grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKGzD7qLaAY/TvxoF4lQH_I/AAAAAAAADG4/4VvVTy3rYig/s1600/DSC01719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKGzD7qLaAY/TvxoF4lQH_I/AAAAAAAADG4/4VvVTy3rYig/s320/DSC01719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her infant days - She was my little baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kWAix2yZtM/TvxoXHAJzRI/AAAAAAAADHA/uqckxJp6pGI/s1600/DSC01722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kWAix2yZtM/TvxoXHAJzRI/AAAAAAAADHA/uqckxJp6pGI/s320/DSC01722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Little things amazes her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toEKQlL8dME/TvxvP2HG3vI/AAAAAAAADHU/lqLGMNXL9vc/s1600/DSC01744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toEKQlL8dME/TvxvP2HG3vI/AAAAAAAADHU/lqLGMNXL9vc/s320/DSC01744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her toddler days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tbsiEifAi8/Tvxv0QTEeCI/AAAAAAAADHk/85NtLmIbuSQ/s1600/DSC01749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tbsiEifAi8/Tvxv0QTEeCI/AAAAAAAADHk/85NtLmIbuSQ/s320/DSC01749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her musically inclined moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgyLgKE1ho/TvxviySv_5I/AAAAAAAADHc/UmlIrqu2PsM/s1600/DSC01739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgyLgKE1ho/TvxviySv_5I/AAAAAAAADHc/UmlIrqu2PsM/s320/DSC01739.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her various emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zls_9TZLYew/TvxoqlvbDuI/AAAAAAAADHI/fEHx8OCxudk/s1600/DSC01723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5OXXusXfnI/TvxlkBlrI4I/AAAAAAAADGY/yYyE7AqLaco/s320/DSC01705.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Her artworks! Wow, she's really doing something in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HG0b6py98Q0/TvxnE1jm4hI/AAAAAAAADGg/CXFTA3Oy0qo/s1600/DSC01706.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HG0b6py98Q0/TvxnE1jm4hI/AAAAAAAADGg/CXFTA3Oy0qo/s320/DSC01706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite creation of all, because it looked real!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Farewell friends, teachers and principal. These little children's path may or may not cross again, but it was a wonderful journey for Jazz and us. I wish every child the best and may they all grow to be the best seed planted in their parents' life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4268443388227575966?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4268443388227575966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4268443388227575966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4268443388227575966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4268443388227575966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/moving-beyond-toddlerhood.html' title='Moving beyond toddlerhood'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-Zls_9TZLYew/TvxoqlvbDuI/AAAAAAAADHI/fEHx8OCxudk/s72-c/DSC01723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-2165087639864757173</id><published>2011-12-25T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:22:57.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Similar to the previous year, I brought the kids to my company's Christmas party on Thursday. Of course, Jareth joined only this year, and this was Jazz's second time. There was Santa Claus, balloon sculptor and face painter. All the kids enjoyed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've bought presents earlier for Santa to give to the Js. While many kids and colleagues were waiting for their turn to receive their presents, Jazz asked me where was hers. She waited and waited for her name to be called, but Jareth's name was before hers. Seeing that little brother has a present, she wondered where was hers. With disappointment, she told me, "I don't have." I said, "soon soon, you've be good right?" She nodded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1yqmxECLf8/TvXqe5bO4II/AAAAAAAADFI/VW6k0K72jUY/s1600/DSC01672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1yqmxECLf8/TvXqe5bO4II/AAAAAAAADFI/VW6k0K72jUY/s320/DSC01672.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Love her expression when she saw her wished toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lBfSveZcSw/TvXqrfIgbbI/AAAAAAAADFQ/pgumuviXxKo/s1600/DSC01673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lBfSveZcSw/TvXqrfIgbbI/AAAAAAAADFQ/pgumuviXxKo/s320/DSC01673.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She's infatuated with Barney! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4glBJB2pGH8/TvXq2lTOMvI/AAAAAAAADFY/mawr4aS3QOM/s1600/DSC01677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4glBJB2pGH8/TvXq2lTOMvI/AAAAAAAADFY/mawr4aS3QOM/s320/DSC01677.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jareth fell asleep while playing with Daddy's phone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1nhYjYdVIs/TvXrEl2MxjI/AAAAAAAADFg/24oTot8OvyQ/s1600/DSC01657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1nhYjYdVIs/TvXrEl2MxjI/AAAAAAAADFg/24oTot8OvyQ/s320/DSC01657.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Picture with Santa&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My colleague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5cydzwwsFA0/TvXrQpms1HI/AAAAAAAADFo/yr9Et0ZSPKo/s1600/DSC01691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5cydzwwsFA0/TvXrQpms1HI/AAAAAAAADFo/yr9Et0ZSPKo/s320/DSC01691.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth kept occupied with his balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the party, we strolled down orchard for some good view of Christmas decos and absorb the Christmas atmosphere. Jareth is ever fuss free when it comes to sight seeing or shopping in my carrier. Jazz took seat in the stroller, and that made our night easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMWRVW6YDco/Tvs1XwBJ9nI/AAAAAAAADGE/yKCg6umHjCY/s1600/DSC08260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMWRVW6YDco/Tvs1XwBJ9nI/AAAAAAAADGE/yKCg6umHjCY/s320/DSC08260.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stroller and carrier are necessities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSypVv9Zvpo/Tvs1qss3hxI/AAAAAAAADGM/SWYgg0Dr_Ro/s1600/DSC08271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSypVv9Zvpo/Tvs1qss3hxI/AAAAAAAADGM/SWYgg0Dr_Ro/s320/DSC08271.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Christmas story stroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtGVsg4ugLY/TvszvW5yGcI/AAAAAAAADF0/1HIZyr1Gzqo/s1600/DSC01125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtGVsg4ugLY/TvszvW5yGcI/AAAAAAAADF0/1HIZyr1Gzqo/s320/DSC01125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas seems to get mundane as years go by, or rather as I age. No late nights, no parties, no feasts and I slept before 12 on eve, no bother to even countdown. Yet times like these are precious with our little ones since they're young and home bound with us. As years and decades go by, they would start celebrating such occassions with friends and lovers. I don't know how parents are ranked by then. Oh my gosh! A far far thought, but before you know it, it comes to past. Have you not realised time flies once you reached 20s, then faster at 30s and even faster at 40s and perhaps, pace slows down again at 60s or 70s. Thinking of wrinkles now... Whatever the future, enjoy the present! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-2165087639864757173?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2165087639864757173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=2165087639864757173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2165087639864757173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2165087639864757173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-times.html' title='Christmas times'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-n1yqmxECLf8/TvXqe5bO4II/AAAAAAAADFI/VW6k0K72jUY/s72-c/DSC01672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-4050258131010366689</id><published>2011-12-24T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:04:24.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Chirstmas pressies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To advocate the art of giving this Christmas, I've prepared little pressies for Jazz's classmates and teachers. On her behalf, thanking each and everyone of them for playing, eating, sleeping, showering and learning with her for the past one year. It's much memories accumulated for her and through her, I've also learned to know ALL of her classmates. She talks endlessly about them almost everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2012, they'll all be dispersed into different schools and classes, except for 1 or 2 existing classmates who'll be in the same class as her. Jazz is graduating from Baby Haven to playgroup, which will be a whole new environment in a different premise. Changes are challenging to me, not to mention for kids. Yet with changes comes progression, It's necessary in due time. I hope she copes well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0VGef2RkA/TvXlexC5-dI/AAAAAAAADE0/uPkO9GeHJFI/s1600/DSC01639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0VGef2RkA/TvXlexC5-dI/AAAAAAAADE0/uPkO9GeHJFI/s320/DSC01639.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jazz helped packed the gifts which she excitedly gave it to her teachers and friends the next day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I appreciate her teachers, and I thank them for the great partnership in the past 1.5 years. I've also witnessed how much knowledge and maturity my girl has achieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4050258131010366689?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4050258131010366689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4050258131010366689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4050258131010366689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4050258131010366689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/farewell-chirstmas-pressies.html' title='Farewell Chirstmas pressies'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-tv0VGef2RkA/TvXlexC5-dI/AAAAAAAADE0/uPkO9GeHJFI/s72-c/DSC01639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7875193363135217067</id><published>2011-12-21T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:27:17.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My boy has a different dance sense from Jazz. Jazz imitates him and that made it fun to watch both of them do their head dance. When the dancing gets too violent, Jareth hit his head onto the ipad and cried. That was funny! If only there's Singapore Funniest Home video, I would submit this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3f100e1a9e2536" 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://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e3f100e1a9e2536%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D678AB857F92D1A836D1BD6CE32A093351B6AC20B.541971FC3A6621C2AA90D46A76FF0444F4D35D28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3f100e1a9e2536%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxxSfzoJIx7uulxtjYQYB5GkEuNc&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://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e3f100e1a9e2536%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D678AB857F92D1A836D1BD6CE32A093351B6AC20B.541971FC3A6621C2AA90D46A76FF0444F4D35D28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3f100e1a9e2536%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxxSfzoJIx7uulxtjYQYB5GkEuNc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dancing to Jingle Bell!&lt;/span&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/6824931878729802483-7875193363135217067?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7875193363135217067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7875193363135217067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7875193363135217067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7875193363135217067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/head-dance.html' title='Head dance'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-4604974933215103633</id><published>2011-12-18T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:49:56.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Christmas Party - 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jareth's First Chirstmas party - 2011 ended with a blast! My Js enjoyed themselves at the party. Just a pity that I couldn't play and spend time with them because I was so occupied with the programmes. I'm just relieved that everything's over and it's back to spending more time with the kids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPTpSV4w-Kk/Tu3nfHDfGtI/AAAAAAAADDY/QIBFYCTV9oA/s1600/DSC08067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPTpSV4w-Kk/Tu3nfHDfGtI/AAAAAAAADDY/QIBFYCTV9oA/s320/DSC08067.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Man's bow tied for picture only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought matching bow ties for both my man and boy, but the man was not bold to wear it for the party. Jareth was shortlisted for the best dressed baby, but was defeated by the really best. Isn't his outfit cool? At least, his mummy thinks it's awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the contests to begin, the kids and babies roamed around to play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wQO8QZyT6k/Tu3nzdYGtWI/AAAAAAAADDg/sI8ipqZ8f84/s1600/DSC08090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wQO8QZyT6k/Tu3nzdYGtWI/AAAAAAAADDg/sI8ipqZ8f84/s320/DSC08090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Did he eye this little princess? That's baby Char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-sVagksMpk/Tu3o8tk1o5I/AAAAAAAADDw/b8o3JRq7kQg/s1600/DSC08122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-sVagksMpk/Tu3o8tk1o5I/AAAAAAAADDw/b8o3JRq7kQg/s320/DSC08122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth loves ball pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After free play, it was the crawling contest followed by the fastest diaper changing Daddy contest. Prior to the party, I've already pre-empted my man about bucking up his diaper changing skill. Well, I must agree that our boy has grown beyond staying still for a diaper change. Know what, our team came in last for this segment. Haha. While other babies stayed still, he got up and crawled away. Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bSflVwzpwk/Tu4SNrEUx_I/AAAAAAAADEo/EF4AA00n-ks/s1600/IMG_9948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bSflVwzpwk/Tu4SNrEUx_I/AAAAAAAADEo/EF4AA00n-ks/s320/IMG_9948.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;See! Tough boy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Picture courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgeastphotography.zenfolio.com/p554533167" style="color: blue;"&gt;SG East photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never mind that we lost the diaper changing contest, Jareth came in 3rd for his crawling contest. Not too bad huh! It was really funny when we put the babies together for such a contest, when the timer started counting, all babies sat still at the start point and parents had to strategize to bring their baby to the finishing line, which is about 5 to 6 metres away. It wasn't too tough for Jareth when we used a toy to lure him, and he was really fast! I've trained him for this... if you believe. He won himself a pair of kneekers sponsored by pupsik studio, a bottle of puffs and melts sponsored by mummy Jes. Drop me a footprint if you're keen in the &lt;a href="http://www.pupsikstudio.com/kneekers.html"&gt;kneekers&lt;/a&gt;, Jareth won't be using it, he's gonna start walking soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ual9VW_f6r0/Tu4Q3Fg-YzI/AAAAAAAADEY/-p_gGLt-uZE/s1600/IMG_9818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ual9VW_f6r0/Tu4Q3Fg-YzI/AAAAAAAADEY/-p_gGLt-uZE/s320/IMG_9818.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That toy that enticed him to crawl&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Picture courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgeastphotography.zenfolio.com/p554533167" style="color: blue;"&gt;SG East photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czlpBaGqFbQ/Tu4RjyrSekI/AAAAAAAADEg/FnUBR0Cr3ZE/s1600/IMG_9901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czlpBaGqFbQ/Tu4RjyrSekI/AAAAAAAADEg/FnUBR0Cr3ZE/s320/IMG_9901.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Prize presentation!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Picture courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgeastphotography.zenfolio.com/p554533167" style="color: blue;"&gt;SG East photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEOi0o3zW1Q/Tu3sr1zigcI/AAAAAAAADEI/Uac95el1MTc/s1600/409551_10150630756112571_617712570_11713726_152286111_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEOi0o3zW1Q/Tu3sr1zigcI/AAAAAAAADEI/Uac95el1MTc/s320/409551_10150630756112571_617712570_11713726_152286111_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The tots and my sponsored pinata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love pinatas, don't know why. It's like a game of mystery, not knowing which string will trigger the door to open. Candies fell and the kids swept them off the floor. One thing about party, kids are ever overdosed with sugar. To add on, it's Christmas! I tried to neutralize the contents by including some stationery.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7oif0qj7Co/Tu3pRCUycNI/AAAAAAAADD4/JLXZhE_gtgM/s1600/DSC08143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7oif0qj7Co/Tu3pRCUycNI/AAAAAAAADD4/JLXZhE_gtgM/s320/DSC08143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBXcjAV-hD8/Tu3pngcxuTI/AAAAAAAADEA/qfzy6W_nhCo/s1600/DSC08213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBXcjAV-hD8/Tu3pngcxuTI/AAAAAAAADEA/qfzy6W_nhCo/s320/DSC08213.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Can I be proud for a moment - "My boy is handsome!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The party ended well, except for some parts being disorganized. Many mummies came forward to tell me how much they have enjoyed and how appreciative they are in putting together this bash. Compliments are really encouraging, thanks mummies! Compliments are free and makes people happy, no harm using them abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seemed like a long evening for us, all efforts were worthy. I thank my kids for releasing me to make the party happen. Looking forward to plan Jareth's Big One!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4604974933215103633?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4604974933215103633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4604974933215103633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4604974933215103633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4604974933215103633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/babys-first-christmas-party-2011.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Christmas Party - 2011'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-EPTpSV4w-Kk/Tu3nfHDfGtI/AAAAAAAADDY/QIBFYCTV9oA/s72-c/DSC08067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1232353446140719571</id><published>2011-12-17T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:15:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirstmas Party planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My days has been busy with Jareth's first Christmas Party, which is happening later. I had to organise everything from zero to what will be happening later. There will be 71 adults, 35 babies and 8 toddlers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrA9C2-ZV9U/TuwQDu3HSKI/AAAAAAAADCI/tzITtgBiXMc/s1600/Baby%2527s+First+Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrA9C2-ZV9U/TuwQDu3HSKI/AAAAAAAADCI/tzITtgBiXMc/s320/Baby%2527s+First+Christmas.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Baby's First Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I emailed for sponsors, designed the programmes and prepared their goodie bags. The party is self funded by the participants with some very nice mummies who sponsored items and cash. Throughout the planning, I had fun and realized I could do so much for a party! &lt;i&gt;Hint: &lt;/i&gt;Consider engaging me as a party planner. Although, I'm not sure if everything will turn out fine later, I just hope all the babies, tots and parents will have great fun. The venue suggested by one of the mummies may not be ideal and was expensive! It's my first time there, I hope it will surpass our expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGPAaXUyGl4/TuwQ9atHFoI/AAAAAAAADCQ/a7hcEzLM73U/s1600/DSC01609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGPAaXUyGl4/TuwQ9atHFoI/AAAAAAAADCQ/a7hcEzLM73U/s320/DSC01609.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Jareth's goodie bag with some items sponsored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBZcTRv1Jag/TuwRdZW-NpI/AAAAAAAADCo/8bVFM5b9E9w/s1600/IMG_0939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBZcTRv1Jag/TuwRdZW-NpI/AAAAAAAADCo/8bVFM5b9E9w/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Hair Clips sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.hipkidsboutique.com/"&gt;Hip Kids Boutique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpEVQEE-4uE/TuwRjNmOF4I/AAAAAAAADCw/JTAinBr7l0E/s1600/IMG_0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpEVQEE-4uE/TuwRjNmOF4I/AAAAAAAADCw/JTAinBr7l0E/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bow ties bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KNwOE1pPpk/TuwRuvnu5bI/AAAAAAAADDA/o2DUpVYc1hU/s1600/IMG_0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KNwOE1pPpk/TuwRuvnu5bI/AAAAAAAADDA/o2DUpVYc1hU/s320/IMG_0946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bibs for the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhLnfwNF9JA/TuwRz5aIXxI/AAAAAAAADDI/tg8zqtXcxng/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhLnfwNF9JA/TuwRz5aIXxI/AAAAAAAADDI/tg8zqtXcxng/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bibs for the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WtYRtsXMlM/TuwRpUZ2B2I/AAAAAAAADC4/GXjPhIu3OjE/s1600/IMG_0944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WtYRtsXMlM/TuwRpUZ2B2I/AAAAAAAADC4/GXjPhIu3OjE/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Goodie bags packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td&gt;All ready and packed for the bash later. I've transported them to the venue yesterday so we can travel light today. Sponsored prizes packed and their gifts for exchange wrapped. My Js are all ready for the big event later. I hope they'll enjoy and no fuss please. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-q-9y0gCQQ/TuwRMTClx3I/AAAAAAAADCY/yF62tLe_JXc/s1600/DSC01610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-q-9y0gCQQ/TuwRMTClx3I/AAAAAAAADCY/yF62tLe_JXc/s320/DSC01610.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth's outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Cute wear I got for him, but not good enough for Best Dressed baby, I guess. Christmas outfits are expensive and can only be worn once before they outgrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUC33N7uCJQ/TuwR4tAQvQI/AAAAAAAADDQ/jLuoogH3QvU/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0Nk19r0TRU/TuwRX8leNgI/AAAAAAAADCg/k0BpHiQKIIw/s1600/DSC01612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0Nk19r0TRU/TuwRX8leNgI/AAAAAAAADCg/k0BpHiQKIIw/s320/DSC01612.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Scared Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As much as we're all excited about the party later, this boy gave himself a scratch on his face this morning. Argh, doesn't he know that he's gonna meet some cute little girls later? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1232353446140719571?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1232353446140719571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1232353446140719571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1232353446140719571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1232353446140719571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/chirstmas-party-planned.html' title='Chirstmas Party planned'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-MrA9C2-ZV9U/TuwQDu3HSKI/AAAAAAAADCI/tzITtgBiXMc/s72-c/Baby%2527s+First+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6847021207624719072</id><published>2011-12-17T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:27:37.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy is 10 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jareth is 10 months young today. He's getting really mischievous and extremely adventurous. He fell from our high bed, not once but twice! He's too swift for us now. Actually, our bad for not being cautious about him. He is much more active than Jazz, I recall. He would climb chairs, tables and any high steps, but Jazz wouldn't. My goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkx8ExdxR5g/Tuv4AaBx8JI/AAAAAAAADBg/yCQ5670z2Lg/s1600/DSC01144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mkx8ExdxR5g/Tuv4AaBx8JI/AAAAAAAADBg/yCQ5670z2Lg/s320/DSC01144.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Climbing on rocker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJxlUrJVZWA/TuwOwaItKoI/AAAAAAAADB4/1U-VO1wPiRY/s1600/DSC01434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJxlUrJVZWA/TuwOwaItKoI/AAAAAAAADB4/1U-VO1wPiRY/s320/DSC01434.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Climbing on chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNQHVHzpyuI/TuwO9qkilGI/AAAAAAAADCA/OdpFNTzTfkE/s1600/DSC01435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNQHVHzpyuI/TuwO9qkilGI/AAAAAAAADCA/OdpFNTzTfkE/s320/DSC01435.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Attempt to stand on chair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;To date, he has taken more than 5 walking steps. Slowly but surely. He has 4 teeth, 2 upper front and 2 bottom front. Sometimes, when he leans over my shoulder, he would bite me, ouchy. He has also depleted my most natural form of milk - breastmilk. There's just only one last pack of reserve in my freezer. My breastfeeding career is officially over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbAyHfiNWlU/Tuv7f1lupRI/AAAAAAAADBo/r3lxInEBAwY/s1600/DSC01260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbAyHfiNWlU/Tuv7f1lupRI/AAAAAAAADBo/r3lxInEBAwY/s320/DSC01260.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Love that smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTIS2WyjARk/Tuv7ubRL4XI/AAAAAAAADBw/PnzRx4Tv3Ow/s1600/DSC01353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTIS2WyjARk/Tuv7ubRL4XI/AAAAAAAADBw/PnzRx4Tv3Ow/s320/DSC01353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Playtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at his growth, 2 more months to his Big One, I've realised how fast time has flown past. Tiny baby is growing to become a little toddler, and soon chatty like his big sister. Looking at them, there's this constant comfort thought that my 2 are just nice. I'm so indecisive about getting rid of all their outgrown books, toys and clothes, till now I'm not sure if they need another playmate or another sibling to squabble with.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6847021207624719072?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6847021207624719072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6847021207624719072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6847021207624719072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6847021207624719072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-boy-is-10-months.html' title='My boy is 10 months'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-Mkx8ExdxR5g/Tuv4AaBx8JI/AAAAAAAADBg/yCQ5670z2Lg/s72-c/DSC01144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-2086167761469244452</id><published>2011-12-16T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:55:41.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met Sesame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Best show ever - Meet and Greet with Sesame friends! It was at Plaza Singapura, still running till 18 Dec 11. It was a last minute decision to go for it on a Thursday evening. After having lunch with my colleagues at PS, and having spent more than $30 over our lunch, I had the privilege to redeem the meet and greet pass at 6pm that evening, for the 7pm show. Thanks ladies! I left work 15 mins earlier just so to redeem the pass, and I got it! Was so delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The show was marvelous! There were Bert, Ernie, Cookie Monster and Elmo! It lasted for about 30mins, and the casts performed a number of songs. The kids enjoyed, and so did I. The man had a dinner appointment, so Grace came along with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The queue started to form at about 45mins before the show, but I joined only 30mins before that. After which, they opened the entrance for us, we got in that little space area and spent 25mins waiting for the show to begin. I wondered how to keep the kids occupied, but time just ticked over soon, and show began. Prior to the show proper, the host went round asking the kids what their favourite Sesame street characters were. Jazz spoke through the mic, "Cookie Monster!" And I thought she had always loved Elmo. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some pictures of that evening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhR_pw2hkYA/TuqTScKJJ0I/AAAAAAAADAE/ebNIjb7DpDM/s1600/DSC08026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hhR_pw2hkYA/TuqTScKJJ0I/AAAAAAAADAE/ebNIjb7DpDM/s320/DSC08026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They're Ernie, Cookie Monster, Elmo and Bert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5X4PoXZ2JHc/TuqTqC04vrI/AAAAAAAADAM/9Ys2QJwobGI/s1600/DSC08038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5X4PoXZ2JHc/TuqTqC04vrI/AAAAAAAADAM/9Ys2QJwobGI/s320/DSC08038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth was dancing to the songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XImEHytKZaM/TuqUidM3KKI/AAAAAAAADAk/e-Hl3SVqqeQ/s1600/DSC08023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XImEHytKZaM/TuqUidM3KKI/AAAAAAAADAk/e-Hl3SVqqeQ/s320/DSC08023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Great Musical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEQTHKAVJkY/TuqU3XrWmDI/AAAAAAAADAs/Tk0Naz9DwFk/s1600/DSC08033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEQTHKAVJkY/TuqU3XrWmDI/AAAAAAAADAs/Tk0Naz9DwFk/s320/DSC08033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They were all focused on the casts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs89FFQ1imY/TuqURfir70I/AAAAAAAADAc/sqyOlv1ssUQ/s1600/DSC08056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs89FFQ1imY/TuqURfir70I/AAAAAAAADAc/sqyOlv1ssUQ/s320/DSC08056.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The precious meet and greet pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08-tgCG-848/TuqT_o7xerI/AAAAAAAADAU/__dK_2UOea0/s1600/DSC08059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08-tgCG-848/TuqT_o7xerI/AAAAAAAADAU/__dK_2UOea0/s320/DSC08059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;I love being up there with these colourful casts!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It really is worth the time. After everything, we headed home on a one stop train ride. It's Jareth's first train ride! I'm glad we stayed along the NE line. SMRT trains were stucked - Phew! Can you imagine being trapped in train, with kids and poor ventilation? 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cookie Monster performed his hit song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun is December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-2086167761469244452?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2086167761469244452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=2086167761469244452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2086167761469244452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2086167761469244452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/meet-and-greet-sesame.html' title='Met Sesame!'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-hhR_pw2hkYA/TuqTScKJJ0I/AAAAAAAADAE/ebNIjb7DpDM/s72-c/DSC08026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5521464588284785281</id><published>2011-12-16T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:16:33.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met Angry Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back blogging with my LASIK-ed eyes. Feels great being free from contact lens and glasses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day after LASIK, we brought the kids to meet angry birds. It was a waste of time, everything was uninteresting. These birds can't perform much anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GS5fJoaiH0/TuoUbfyftZI/AAAAAAAAC_s/DWWLv6YsNbE/s1600/DSC01514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GS5fJoaiH0/TuoUbfyftZI/AAAAAAAAC_s/DWWLv6YsNbE/s320/DSC01514.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3 angry birds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- Meant to make the crowd angry too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite a wasted trip because we shopped around and took pictures with the tall Chirstmas tree in Taka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XWKlkuOYqI/TuobNJ_Dh8I/AAAAAAAAC_0/GF1sT0cFMx8/s1600/DSC01518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XWKlkuOYqI/TuobNJ_Dh8I/AAAAAAAAC_0/GF1sT0cFMx8/s320/DSC01518.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"What's up Sis?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;More meet and greet ahead ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khdF80XmN7M/Tuob3WPd2-I/AAAAAAAAC_8/9CSG0EPJjTY/s1600/DSC01519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6824931878729802483-5521464588284785281?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5521464588284785281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5521464588284785281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5521464588284785281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5521464588284785281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/met-angry-birds.html' title='Met Angry Birds'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-1GS5fJoaiH0/TuoUbfyftZI/AAAAAAAAC_s/DWWLv6YsNbE/s72-c/DSC01514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-2549602209967370590</id><published>2011-12-08T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:42:01.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kids nails are trimmed. With this, I'm all ready for the important day of my eyes tomorrow - LASIK. Wishing myself all the best! Blog will be paused for now, till the eyes are ready... Hope to be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myopia - what an irritating problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-2549602209967370590?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2549602209967370590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=2549602209967370590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2549602209967370590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2549602209967370590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/will-be-back.html' title='Will be back...'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-4267206452360991903</id><published>2011-12-08T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:32:51.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and Greet Barney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brought the kids to united square for a meet and greet session today. They met Fireman Sam, Pingu and of course the star - Barney and friends! Jazz had fun singing and dancing to the songs. Jareth was excited over them too. As usual, we couldn't make it for the meet and greet pass, they were fully redeemed even though we were 20 minutes early. I can't believe those who got the passes have queued and waited with their kids for that long. We were glad enough to catch the musical. Having been to many meet and greet sessions in the past, this is one of the best organised.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The stage area was sealed and a queue must be form to enter on a first come, first serve basis. The entrance was opened about 15 minutes before the musical begin. It was a long long queue, but we managed to get in for a seat space on the carpet. Being able to sit is of great deal to us, especially lugging a tot and a wriggling crawler. No adults were standing and most kids were seated all the time. This made viewing fuss free for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ciXkHUgXbI/TuDRKBt9bzI/AAAAAAAAC_M/B8iyjiV3DP8/s1600/DSC01438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ciXkHUgXbI/TuDRKBt9bzI/AAAAAAAAC_M/B8iyjiV3DP8/s320/DSC01438.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My best moment when both were seated well in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD02N4w8HIk/TuDRmXroE-I/AAAAAAAAC_U/oCULqWbokDw/s1600/DSC01465-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD02N4w8HIk/TuDRmXroE-I/AAAAAAAAC_U/oCULqWbokDw/s320/DSC01465-1.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;All concentration on the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cvQl8yVONIw/TuDR_YKSLVI/AAAAAAAAC_c/GKbhjCd10Ww/s1600/DSC01475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cvQl8yVONIw/TuDR_YKSLVI/AAAAAAAAC_c/GKbhjCd10Ww/s320/DSC01475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Barney and Friends had the greatest cheer from the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdMFngTvaRk/TuDSIzWMK3I/AAAAAAAAC_k/cuhOMEroJr4/s1600/DSC01485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdMFngTvaRk/TuDSIzWMK3I/AAAAAAAAC_k/cuhOMEroJr4/s320/DSC01485.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The musical lasted for 30 minutes, isn't it of great worth?!!! At the end of it, Jazz hinted us to get her a Barney plush toy, but we brushed it aside. Her bed is getting smaller from these squashy occupants. She has too many soft toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Targeting to meet angry birds and care bears next.&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/6824931878729802483-4267206452360991903?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4267206452360991903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4267206452360991903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4267206452360991903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4267206452360991903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/meet-and-greet-barney.html' title='Meet and Greet Barney'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/--ciXkHUgXbI/TuDRKBt9bzI/AAAAAAAAC_M/B8iyjiV3DP8/s72-c/DSC01438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5864483826901005403</id><published>2011-12-06T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:57:09.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three letter words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always wondered how effective can flash cards be. There are millions or maybe billions of words out there, how can a child possibly be exposed to all of them. To begin with, what are the basic three letter words that should be considered suitable and printed onto a flash card, for a child? The maximum letter words in her deck of cards are five letters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Some time ago, I sorted all the three letter words in Jazz's flash cards for her to recognize. In the beginning, we were on it almost everyday. Now, she's an expert in recognising them. In everything, there's always something to learn out of it, even if anyone thinks it's useless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Although I believe her recognition is based more on her visual skills much more than understanding, I'm still sure she's learning phonics whenever I read these words for her to pick. For example, if I were to say, 'cow', she could hear the 'c' sound, go for the words that begins with 'c', and eventually pick 'cow' upon hearing 'ow'. Gradually, she'll realise why these words are pronounced and spelt the way they are. She's been learning phonics through songs and during lessons in school, and this is what I call practical lesson. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwfpz9kv3G8/TtzrYyQ6vjI/AAAAAAAAC_E/swJUCMAS0Pg/s1600/DSC01365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwfpz9kv3G8/TtzrYyQ6vjI/AAAAAAAAC_E/swJUCMAS0Pg/s320/DSC01365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well done in knowing them&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going ahead, I'll be digging out the four letter words to introduce her. And, I must say, the start is always not easy. I struggled with creative ways of teaching and getting her attention focused. The key to being anyone's teacher is that important potion of &lt;b&gt;patience&lt;/b&gt;. At her age, learning has to be fun to keep her interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learning milestone: 2 years 8 months &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/6824931878729802483-5864483826901005403?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5864483826901005403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5864483826901005403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5864483826901005403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5864483826901005403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-letter-words.html' title='Three letter words'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-Mwfpz9kv3G8/TtzrYyQ6vjI/AAAAAAAAC_E/swJUCMAS0Pg/s72-c/DSC01365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-67227667890770825</id><published>2011-12-05T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:32:17.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to JB</title><content type='html'>Together with my Dad and bros, we brought Jazz into JB yesterday. It was a wavering decision all because of this, her current passport photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wojz06J1dGc/TtzJ8iGYxKI/AAAAAAAAC-U/HS68wjSZgsU/s1600/passport2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wojz06J1dGc/TtzJ8iGYxKI/AAAAAAAAC-U/HS68wjSZgsU/s320/passport2.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Even Jazz couldn't tell who this was. This is Jazz, not Jareth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With this photo, we made it in and out of JB. Haha. It really is high time to update her photo. Jareth has yet to make his passport, and because of that, we couldn't bring him in. He cried when we all waved goodbye to him and drove off. My boy has grown, separation means much to him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went JB to view furniture for my Dad's new home, after which we had dinner before heading back home. It was much time spent on the road, with four adults and one child cramped at the rear seat. When road journey gets long with a little toddler, you'll just have to pull over for her toilet break, anywhere! We were on the highway when Jazz said she wanted to poo, I brought diapers along, but left them in the boot. My bro pulled over for me to take her diapers, but someone suggested her to poo on the greens alongside the highway. Jazz couldn't do it with us staring at her and couldn't squat to bring her bum downwards. She did a pee and ended her personal business just there. Interesting course of action we did.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fyzEMBybh34/TtzL9He5RJI/AAAAAAAAC-k/Je9Y_AH9zak/s320/DSC01381.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Poor Daddy, had pee showered on his foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txahQySDlkk/TtzRC6XDnlI/AAAAAAAAC-8/fv6VfBITLAM/s1600/DSC01385-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txahQySDlkk/TtzRC6XDnlI/AAAAAAAAC-8/fv6VfBITLAM/s320/DSC01385-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Barely minutes after we crossed the custom, she wanted to poo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_MxRgtfBjU/TtzMJKhBCWI/AAAAAAAAC-s/5S-XW095A6Q/s1600/DSC01410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_MxRgtfBjU/TtzMJKhBCWI/AAAAAAAAC-s/5S-XW095A6Q/s320/DSC01410.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She eyed this table which she said she could eat, drink, write and read on it. She could keep her books, toys and crawl beneath it... Faint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-_z7P5hk7g/TtzMRo2_HxI/AAAAAAAAC-0/dhoVU6wO9xQ/s1600/DSC01432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-_z7P5hk7g/TtzMRo2_HxI/AAAAAAAAC-0/dhoVU6wO9xQ/s320/DSC01432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Empty dishes. They filled us well&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a long, tiring and rainy day. I would only travel in if some experts were to drive, my bros and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-67227667890770825?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/67227667890770825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=67227667890770825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/67227667890770825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/67227667890770825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/trip-to-jb.html' title='Trip to JB'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-wojz06J1dGc/TtzJ8iGYxKI/AAAAAAAAC-U/HS68wjSZgsU/s72-c/passport2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1761954592351393699</id><published>2011-11-29T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:09:54.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson on Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learning to cut is something that didn't cross my mind until I saw this book on, "Let's cut paper!" I never thought she would be able to learn how to cut until it stated on the book cover, for ages 2 and up. I got that book and put it to practice. Before that, I bought Jazz a pair of friendly, round tipped scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was very excited when I told her we are going to cut papers with scissors. Instead of cutting right into the book, I thought we should begin practice on unwanted papers, to get her familiarised with the scissors and learn how to hold, control, open and close it, as well as how to hold the paper for cutting. Safety precautions apply. We practiced 'air cutting' on the movements, after which I drew a line on the paper for her to cut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FfvJcPKY-F0/TtTgpDxP8pI/AAAAAAAAC98/rAe_buSC6Zc/s320/DSC01248.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Practice on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her first few attempts were disastrous, so much so that I felt she wasn't ready for this part of motor skill development. After all, the scissors which I bought, stated itself for ages 4 and up. She went zig zag instead of following the line I drew. That was when I decided to stop lesson and continue some other time, when she's older. This little girl persisted in cutting, she wouldn't allow me to keep the tools away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Alright then, let's try on the book." I thought to myself. It's meant for armatures anyway. I cut out the lesson page for her to work on and told her how to cut. Amazingly, she did it relatively well, not neat cuts, but nice try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vd_4rk-jA8/TtTge5ePyxI/AAAAAAAAC90/1k0mpxHtZz8/s1600/DSC01253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vd_4rk-jA8/TtTge5ePyxI/AAAAAAAAC90/1k0mpxHtZz8/s320/DSC01253.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To develop fine motor skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2yUUR2PFC4/TtTgwbUOLBI/AAAAAAAAC-E/Cxnj5Zm4nWc/s1600/DSC01254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2yUUR2PFC4/TtTgwbUOLBI/AAAAAAAAC-E/Cxnj5Zm4nWc/s320/DSC01254.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutting the otter's whiskers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We continued practicing every other days, and that made her more skillful. There's definite truth in saying, "Practice makes perfect." Instead of cut and snip continuously, she could cut, cut, cut and snip, making the cuts smoother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9wLtMkKskA/TtTg4uJBMoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/oF2fZvPproQ/s1600/DSC01281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9wLtMkKskA/TtTg4uJBMoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/oF2fZvPproQ/s320/DSC01281.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cut to separate the rat from the cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u5HUEgrhsU/TtTgYUCDagI/AAAAAAAAC9s/jvKp86r7coo/s1600/DSC01283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u5HUEgrhsU/TtTgYUCDagI/AAAAAAAAC9s/jvKp86r7coo/s320/DSC01283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cut a big square into four smaller squares, and made a picture out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are circumstances when I would limit my expectations on Jazz. Always thinking she can't do this or that, but kids can surprise our thoughts. Their pace is faster than we can imagine. There could be this day when we tell them, 'let's play bubbles", and they would probably say they're not interested in bubbles anymore. I hope I can keep up with their growth.&amp;nbsp; &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/6824931878729802483-1761954592351393699?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1761954592351393699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1761954592351393699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1761954592351393699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1761954592351393699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/lesson-on-cut.html' title='Lesson on Cut'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-FfvJcPKY-F0/TtTgpDxP8pI/AAAAAAAAC98/rAe_buSC6Zc/s72-c/DSC01248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-8247606840409873445</id><published>2011-11-29T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:52:48.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royce again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Jazz's school closure yesterday. I brought her to Royce, yet again, for some good fun and bonding while the man is at work. Good thing that he left the car for our usage, it was raining mad. We did lunch at Liang court, after which we played at Royce. As usual, the things that captured her attention were the soft toys, especially Barney and friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The place was quite empty to visit on a weekday afternoon, we were there on a Monday, from 1240hrs to 1340hrs. There were less than 3 kids around. It was as good as having the whole place to ourselves. This time, I was caught between signing up for the membership or not. I missed signing up when we were there for the trial, which could be cheaper. And since this is an annual membership, I decided not to go for it. I'm not sure how often we'll be coming by, although I really love the place beacuse I don't have to run around madly like other physically challenging play gyms. At Royce, they're all toys, nothing too adventurous about them. One bad, babies above 6 months have to pay, I felt it wasn't too worth paying for Jareth although I must agree, there are toys suitable for him. This explained Jareth being home bound again. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--R2oUTo2ku4/TtRtF6QOtMI/AAAAAAAAC88/XXLeHrwXAgU/s1600/DSC01291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--R2oUTo2ku4/TtRtF6QOtMI/AAAAAAAAC88/XXLeHrwXAgU/s320/DSC01291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Trying to scoop these into her arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGbGw9dosQc/TtRtNy5HMVI/AAAAAAAAC9E/oIYVB_nsxlY/s1600/DSC01293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGbGw9dosQc/TtRtNy5HMVI/AAAAAAAAC9E/oIYVB_nsxlY/s320/DSC01293.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tracks and trains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-py1vuVrQYtI/TtRtW8AudeI/AAAAAAAAC9M/05ofBeAMbbk/s1600/DSC01297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-py1vuVrQYtI/TtRtW8AudeI/AAAAAAAAC9M/05ofBeAMbbk/s320/DSC01297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lego!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5arANMHtDPI/TtRtd7m6giI/AAAAAAAAC9U/BhqkOnIArE4/s1600/DSC01306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5arANMHtDPI/TtRtd7m6giI/AAAAAAAAC9U/BhqkOnIArE4/s320/DSC01306.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Kitchen play - Her favourite too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After play, I went Mac to pack some burgers for my mum and Grace, Jazz saw someone getting an ice-cream cone and hinted, "Mummy, I got fever?" I said, "Nope, you want an ice-cream?" The only time she knows she's not getting near any ice-cream is when fever or cough battles with her. Anyway, I got her an ice-cream, and we shared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxP3txgUXrk/TtSFNzJMD6I/AAAAAAAAC9k/Y46IqHCIq1I/s1600/DSC01312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxP3txgUXrk/TtSFNzJMD6I/AAAAAAAAC9k/Y46IqHCIq1I/s320/DSC01312.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ice cream on a rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After play and ice-cream, it's time we head home. Usually, in the car, Jazz would be very talkative, and sometimes distracting me so much from my driving. On our way home, I realised this noisy little girl is all quiet. At a traffic light stop, I turned to look at her and snapped her sleeping. She slid off her booster seat and found a comfortable position to sleep. She even took off those socks and shoes of hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJulNdmgcoI/TtRtm2XvEtI/AAAAAAAAC9c/G82-RqJ7xUI/s1600/DSC01319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJulNdmgcoI/TtRtm2XvEtI/AAAAAAAAC9c/G82-RqJ7xUI/s320/DSC01319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Looking comfortable with those fingers again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was all fun! I enjoyed this moment when it's only two of us. She didn't misbehave and that made our outing pleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-8247606840409873445?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8247606840409873445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8247606840409873445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8247606840409873445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8247606840409873445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/royce-again.html' title='Royce again'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/--R2oUTo2ku4/TtRtF6QOtMI/AAAAAAAAC88/XXLeHrwXAgU/s72-c/DSC01291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7386473717732516696</id><published>2011-11-27T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:22:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and Greet sessions - 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's time of the year for musicals,&amp;nbsp;meet and greet sessions again. Each year, some nice mummies would be circulating events and venues of these sessions. I'm jotting it down to share and at the same time to plan my time, so that I can bring Jazz to meet her favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. Angry Bird Christmas Live show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: Takashimaya square B2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 25 Nov to 10 Dec &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 1pm, 4pm and 7 pm, Daily (Except Mon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2. Barney and Friends, Fireman Sam and Pingu Musical Live show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: United Square shopping mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 02 Dec to 12 Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 2pm&amp;nbsp;and 5pm , Daily (Except Tues) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 12:30pm, 3:30pm and 7pm (Sat and Sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3. Thomas and the fat controller, Bob the Builder and Angelina Ballerina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: United Square shopping mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 14 dec to 19 dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 2pm and 5pm (Mon to Fri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;12:30pm, 3:30pm and 7 pm (Sat and Sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4. Hi-5 Christmas Live show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: Millenia Walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 26 Nov to 11 Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 1pm and 7pm, Daily (Except Mon) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Additional 4pm shows on 4, 8, 9, 10 and 11 Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5. Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: Rivervale Mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 23 Dec - 6pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 24 Dec - 3pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: City Square Mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 10 Dec to 25 Dec (Sat and Sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 1pm, 4pm and 7pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6. Barbie Princess Charm school live show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: Junction 8, Atrium L2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 29 Nov to 01 Dec, 06 Dec to 08 Dec (Tues to Thurs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 1pm and 7pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 02 Dec&amp;nbsp;to 04 Dec, 09 Dec&amp;nbsp;to 11 Dec (Fri to Sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 1pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7. Care Bears Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: AMK Hub, B1 Exhibition Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 09 to 18 Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 4pm and 7pm (Tue to Fri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1pm, 4pm and 7pm (Sat to Sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8. Christmas Moments with Looney Tunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: Suntec City, Tropical Atrium 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 09 to 22 Dec &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 1pm and 7pm (Tues to Thurs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1pm, 4pm and 7pm (Fri to Sun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;9. Pokemon Eco christmas show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Venue: City Square mall, Atrium 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Date: 26 Nov to 04 Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time: 7pm (Tues to Fri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1pm, 4pm and 7pm (Sat&amp;nbsp;to Sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Traintastic time with Chuggington&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Venue: Marina Square&lt;br /&gt;Date: 02 Dec to 18 Dec (Except Mon)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2pm and 7pm (Tues to Fri)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1pm, 4pm and 7pm (Sat to Sun) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For more details, visit the respective mall's website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you eyed on which session to gate crash? I have, and I'm gonna take leaves off work just to avoid crowd, hopefully. I hope Jazz will enjoy the musicals, meet and greet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-7386473717732516696?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7386473717732516696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7386473717732516696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7386473717732516696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7386473717732516696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/meet-and-greet-sessions-2011.html' title='Meet and Greet sessions - 2011'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-1262563249754761623</id><published>2011-11-25T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:33:29.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jareth's First step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jareth is getting cheekier each day, I'm gradually agreeing that boys are much more difficult to handle than girls. This little boy is getting mischievous, brought him to a wedding dinner last weekend and realized it was a nightmare. He wouldn't sit still in his high chair, except for 10 minutes when he was munching on his crackers. He would stretch his hands out to anything and everything on the table, it was chaotic. Throughout our dinner, the man and myself had to rotate shifts to bring him in and out the ballroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypZb-L5pKMQ/Ts5z4w1oPGI/AAAAAAAAC8s/YPu8jhkKKLg/s1600/DSC01211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypZb-L5pKMQ/Ts5z4w1oPGI/AAAAAAAAC8s/YPu8jhkKKLg/s320/DSC01211.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheeky little one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Friday marked his exact 9 months, I spotted him taking his first step. Like every other parents, his first step felt so magical. It was another milestone achieved. Although he's still an expert on his fours, but in no time, he's gonna be a little fast walker, and then a runner. How time flies and I thought I just delivered him yesterday. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-up6oU9At2lM/Ts5z6BuNkOI/AAAAAAAAC80/ROtg0ILo2c8/s1600/DSC01236-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-up6oU9At2lM/Ts5z6BuNkOI/AAAAAAAAC80/ROtg0ILo2c8/s320/DSC01236-edit.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Balancing and cruising around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Every milestone poses new challenges. Looking optimistic, I think parenting is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1262563249754761623?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1262563249754761623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1262563249754761623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1262563249754761623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1262563249754761623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/jareths-first-step.html' title='Jareth&apos;s First step'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-ypZb-L5pKMQ/Ts5z4w1oPGI/AAAAAAAAC8s/YPu8jhkKKLg/s72-c/DSC01211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5828001469794770369</id><published>2011-11-24T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:09:19.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did the first writing lesson with Jazz, not doodling. I was surprised that she could control her wrist movements and trace accordingly. Not perfect, not neat but good enough effort. In fact, my challenge was getting her to hold the pencil right. Her fingers were too stiff for me to help her adjust, we need more practice on that. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywcQ-Z9CVqI/Ts5VRPykWEI/AAAAAAAAC8U/rlhLK7y5vF0/s1600/DSC01240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywcQ-Z9CVqI/Ts5VRPykWEI/AAAAAAAAC8U/rlhLK7y5vF0/s320/DSC01240.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The simplest to begin - Writing 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFQG41JgPRM/Ts5eKAvR6hI/AAAAAAAAC8c/qAbo7BUuRz4/s320/DSC01245.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very crooked, but good enough for it being first practice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6aIo7UaeZ-E/Ts5e236h4OI/AAAAAAAAC8k/9cnub-NxZTE/s1600/DSC01246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6aIo7UaeZ-E/Ts5e236h4OI/AAAAAAAAC8k/9cnub-NxZTE/s320/DSC01246.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Moving on to number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced on numbers 1 and 2, after which her attention diverted. We'll be doing more of such lessons, and I hope this becomes part of her routine along the days. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Learning Milestone: 2yrs8mths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5828001469794770369?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5828001469794770369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5828001469794770369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5828001469794770369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5828001469794770369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-writing.html' title='First Writing'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-ywcQ-Z9CVqI/Ts5VRPykWEI/AAAAAAAAC8U/rlhLK7y5vF0/s72-c/DSC01240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7742479905459560621</id><published>2011-11-23T08:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:26:18.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love getting books for Js, and so I decided to visit the bookFest at Suntec. It's high time to move Jazz beyond just knowing ABCs and 123s. I bought her loads of assessment books and some story books, spending a sum of $150 for these enrichment. My man saw these, looked at Jazz and commented, "Poor Jazzelle." Well, it's always the perception you choose to view it from. To me, it's progression, and because I don't send Jazz to expensive enrichment classes out there, I've to be more diligent in her academics. A mummy who spends about 2k every month for her 4 year old son's enrichment classes once told me what she was doing was only survival. These preschool books are good through till she's six. I'm not kiasu, but quoting - survival only.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vd3ECIhcCs/TsxATHlOsLI/AAAAAAAAC70/JW1RFz9-g5U/s1600/DSC01222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vd3ECIhcCs/TsxATHlOsLI/AAAAAAAAC70/JW1RFz9-g5U/s320/DSC01222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Maths, English and Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-560FDyIluNE/TsxBHgwW5rI/AAAAAAAAC78/RZo-dMoaLmE/s1600/DSC01224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-560FDyIluNE/TsxBHgwW5rI/AAAAAAAAC78/RZo-dMoaLmE/s320/DSC01224.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The man said he would teach on 'time', but lesson has not began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nOMAKM4zBY/TsxBRZz-AgI/AAAAAAAAC8E/oQT6py81H2s/s1600/DSC01226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nOMAKM4zBY/TsxBRZz-AgI/AAAAAAAAC8E/oQT6py81H2s/s320/DSC01226.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Loving her Letterland book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbk3H6fRdTQ/TsxBjAsQUHI/AAAAAAAAC8M/gSl8uWWnsM4/s1600/DSC01229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbk3H6fRdTQ/TsxBjAsQUHI/AAAAAAAAC8M/gSl8uWWnsM4/s320/DSC01229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The right book to get is when colour (UK) is not spelt as color (US)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm not sure if Jazz is ready to starting writing and reading, but I'll just introduce them gradually. I've to keep trying repeatedly to know what's she ready for and what she's not. Parenting is getting more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BookFest is running till 27 Nov 11, at Suntec Hall 601 - 603&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-7742479905459560621?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7742479905459560621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7742479905459560621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7742479905459560621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7742479905459560621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/beyond-toys.html' title='Beyond toys'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-4vd3ECIhcCs/TsxATHlOsLI/AAAAAAAAC70/JW1RFz9-g5U/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-4497165241257588727</id><published>2011-11-16T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:37:43.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powdered Calcium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never foreseen myself doing so much work for Jareth's food, not to even mention Jazz. I've always thought my kids are losing out on an adventurous food journey because I couldn't afford the time and attention a SAHM could - to prepare nutritious meals. As much as I can, I'll try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never thought of preparing a source of calcium this way, until some mummies spoke about it. So then, I bought some ikan billis (Anchovies), those with the heads and tails chopped, and turned them to powder. It sounded like a chaotic process to me, but after trying it, everything was simple: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wash and drain the ikan billis &lt;br /&gt;2. Baked them at 180 deg, for about 20 mins. Stopping at half time to stir and spread them evenly again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blend and voila! Powdered Ikan Billis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oC7y2r0atcw/TsPLbIXih3I/AAAAAAAAC68/1_V1KAFgn8g/s1600/DSC01198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oC7y2r0atcw/TsPLbIXih3I/AAAAAAAAC68/1_V1KAFgn8g/s320/DSC01198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The headless, tailless and split Ikan billis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iOUyIvF7os/TsPL6PJvHXI/AAAAAAAAC7E/sk5UO2ej5Rw/s1600/DSC01199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iOUyIvF7os/TsPL6PJvHXI/AAAAAAAAC7E/sk5UO2ej5Rw/s320/DSC01199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Spreading evenly on the oven pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDC61z_FWUE/TsPRHI_jagI/AAAAAAAAC7M/1JoEm55mQNw/s1600/DSC01201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDC61z_FWUE/TsPRHI_jagI/AAAAAAAAC7M/1JoEm55mQNw/s320/DSC01201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Powered Calcium! Leave it to cool and store in a cool dry place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My end result wasn't as powdered as imagined. That's because I wasn't using a blender with leveled blades, but you can always sieve them if you aren't satisfied with the finest of it, especially it being baby's food. Ikan billis are very good source of calcium and I'm going to sprinkle some into Jareth's porridge tomorrow, to make it tastier as well! Hope he likes it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4497165241257588727?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4497165241257588727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4497165241257588727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4497165241257588727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4497165241257588727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/powdered-calcium.html' title='Powdered Calcium'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-oC7y2r0atcw/TsPLbIXih3I/AAAAAAAAC68/1_V1KAFgn8g/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-2088787183351265256</id><published>2011-11-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:34:13.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've chopped off my hair recently, and so I sounded to Jazz about trimming her hair and bringing her for a hair cut. Talking about my new hairstyle, which I've boldly chopped it off to above shoulder length, and on that day I got home with my new look, Jareth couldn't recognise me. He frowned and cried when he saw me, as if I was some alien to him. That was comical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to Jazz, I wanted to trim her fraying hair as she has an important mission on my bro's wedding coming Friday - Flower girl. I brought her to United square, Junior League, a cut is $22 bucks! She was being handled by a foreign worker, yikes! I wanted to keep her fringe and length, and the cutter cut them off. I merely wanted a trim for Jazz, not cut! Argh! Her hair ended up more frayed than before. Darn! Why can't foreign workers take instructions well? Yes, I'm biased!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QX_nvM1NGY/TrfyXh_vy_I/AAAAAAAAC6c/KFrqWQhvd0s/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QX_nvM1NGY/TrfyXh_vy_I/AAAAAAAAC6c/KFrqWQhvd0s/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Entertained by Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2qpY-nyBeo/Trfyg7XioyI/AAAAAAAAC6k/JjdWLdUkvW0/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2qpY-nyBeo/Trfyg7XioyI/AAAAAAAAC6k/JjdWLdUkvW0/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;All focused on Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I brought her to a kids' salon because she hasn't had any official haircut since birth, I was her trimmer all the while. I was hoping she wouldn't fidget too much and stay focused on the video. Most importantly, I wasn't ready for a situation when the cutter would ask me to carry her for cut, and having hair all over me. Glad this turned out well. It was funny when I put her on the salon's chair, I said, "Zelle, you sit here, watch Barney while auntie trim your hair, alright?" I didn't expect a reply, and she said, "Mummy, I want to cut like Katy Perry." For a moment, I could see other parents giggling at us. Katy Perry, Lady gaga and all other video and songs seen on MTV and heard over the radio are introduced by her Daddy. Wonder what is my man teaching!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-So4VDQSDmk4/TrfzPAxBdRI/AAAAAAAAC6s/M_cqCL2Kt-E/s1600/IMG_0839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-So4VDQSDmk4/TrfzPAxBdRI/AAAAAAAAC6s/M_cqCL2Kt-E/s320/IMG_0839.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is not working too well now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got this leave on conditioner for her recently to tame those stubborn curls, it worked quite well for her, but now, it's a little too difficult on her shorter hair. Jazz's hair is very thin and lightweight. I hope she'll grow thicker and more luxurious hair along the days. After all, the it's the crown of our head, it sets our appearance. &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/6824931878729802483-2088787183351265256?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2088787183351265256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=2088787183351265256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2088787183351265256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2088787183351265256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/official-haircut.html' title='Official haircut'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-5QX_nvM1NGY/TrfyXh_vy_I/AAAAAAAAC6c/KFrqWQhvd0s/s72-c/IMG_0833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-4702303975374177933</id><published>2011-11-06T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:03:15.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;For many months, my mum has been bringing Jazz to Sunday school in a church behind our block. One of the Sundays, Jazz requested that I come along, and I did. Together with my Mum, I brought Jareth along too. It was free play when we arrived, which means we were early and while waiting to begin, both Js were hooked on the toys. When it was time to keep the toys away, Jazz lent her helping hands to clean up. It was my first time with her there, but to her, it's her routine. She knows the programmes really well - singing, praying, offering, story time, colouring and her favourite moment, treats! She knew each segment really well. I was being led by her instead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though Jareth was too young for these, he enjoyed his time there too. At different moments, he was letting out screams of excitements, I could see that he really enjoyed the crowd, toys and music. To sum, Sunday school is fun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EXIpGSFBC8/TrXxAtdZOAI/AAAAAAAAC5k/GGEDgxOMXow/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EXIpGSFBC8/TrXxAtdZOAI/AAAAAAAAC5k/GGEDgxOMXow/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth on a toy that he couldn't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhYifAxKAAY/TrXxH7vq3fI/AAAAAAAAC5s/1r6qr6nj9Gg/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhYifAxKAAY/TrXxH7vq3fI/AAAAAAAAC5s/1r6qr6nj9Gg/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Singing and Clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np3-d4u9MBI/TrXxXdMsm3I/AAAAAAAAC58/QA0iwWCH7iY/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np3-d4u9MBI/TrXxXdMsm3I/AAAAAAAAC58/QA0iwWCH7iY/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"This the way you brush your teeth..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zat-RCBYXk4/TrXydCRZPXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/ovJeW-MkbE0/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zat-RCBYXk4/TrXydCRZPXI/AAAAAAAAC6U/ovJeW-MkbE0/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;One of her favourite moment - Offering time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCZh3QEruB8/TrXxeKHDOeI/AAAAAAAAC6E/39w1QtdJlBc/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCZh3QEruB8/TrXxeKHDOeI/AAAAAAAAC6E/39w1QtdJlBc/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pay attention Jareth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76HdDCmxYVg/TrXxk0rEGrI/AAAAAAAAC6M/I7W0u_nsqAw/s1600/IMG_0668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76HdDCmxYVg/TrXxk0rEGrI/AAAAAAAAC6M/I7W0u_nsqAw/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Moral of the day - It is wrong to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm pretty pleased to see them enjoy Sunday school so much. When home, Jazz would never stop singing those songs she learned in there. As I'm blogging, they're off to Sunday school again. I didn't tag along, but Grace went with them, I'll take over the cooking. So Sunday, at this time, my house is really really peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4702303975374177933?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4702303975374177933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4702303975374177933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4702303975374177933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4702303975374177933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-church.html' title='Sunday Church'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-1EXIpGSFBC8/TrXxAtdZOAI/AAAAAAAAC5k/GGEDgxOMXow/s72-c/IMG_0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1763433250589667873</id><published>2011-11-03T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:37:11.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've found the perfect shoes for babies. Or rather, feet accessories as babies don't need shoes. Usually, when I bring Jareth out, I would grab a pair of socks for him, to at least make him presentable. Most times, either the socks fall off after some time or he would be pulling them off. Same goes to booties and some other strapless shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some months ago, I bought him a pair of soft sole bobux shoes, and it was just perfect. The elastic v shaped shoe hole, wrapped his feet really well. They were not easy to fall off and I don't have to keep walking and checking his feet. Great buy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6grOC_Ew-wo/TrKyU-ZNjlI/AAAAAAAAC4k/5VhFxwUJmWI/s1600/DSC01121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6grOC_Ew-wo/TrKyU-ZNjlI/AAAAAAAAC4k/5VhFxwUJmWI/s320/DSC01121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;In love with his shoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marked his first pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1763433250589667873?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1763433250589667873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1763433250589667873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1763433250589667873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1763433250589667873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-found-perfect-shoes-for-babies.html' title='Perfect shoes'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-6grOC_Ew-wo/TrKyU-ZNjlI/AAAAAAAAC4k/5VhFxwUJmWI/s72-c/DSC01121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-4706124368851771858</id><published>2011-11-03T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:12:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jareth has unknowingly become Jazz's toy. My goodness! And my mum was part of their gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jareth became Jazz's passenger on her toy trolley, which was able to hold his light weight. Worrying to watch her push around, but I thought they looked adorable. She must have got this inspiration whenever I groceries shop with her in the NTUC trolley.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DoRullFJEU/TrKsF1IdFkI/AAAAAAAAC4M/kHbuNefuE6I/s1600/DSC01058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DoRullFJEU/TrKsF1IdFkI/AAAAAAAAC4M/kHbuNefuE6I/s320/DSC01058.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I think he was nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeN02yMf9Qo/TrKslZzuq5I/AAAAAAAAC4U/raZcbne4hRI/s1600/DSC01067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeN02yMf9Qo/TrKslZzuq5I/AAAAAAAAC4U/raZcbne4hRI/s320/DSC01067.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Enjoying their play at the expense of my worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xsxT0z_5UU/TrKs9VmmAZI/AAAAAAAAC4c/4VMvw6G_jjE/s1600/DSC01038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xsxT0z_5UU/TrKs9VmmAZI/AAAAAAAAC4c/4VMvw6G_jjE/s320/DSC01038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Little Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was busy in the kitchen when my man asked me out to watch a 'little hero' in action. An orange superman. He really seemed to enjoy having some bands on his head. Goodness!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjLLqThaUKY/TrKpnyiFwdI/AAAAAAAAC38/GQPiplOg9pQ/s1600/DSC01080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjLLqThaUKY/TrKpnyiFwdI/AAAAAAAAC38/GQPiplOg9pQ/s320/DSC01080.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Recycled Halloween wear from sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-pMupDSTN4/TrKp8U11FzI/AAAAAAAAC4E/yDqsYO72oN0/s1600/DSC01083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-pMupDSTN4/TrKp8U11FzI/AAAAAAAAC4E/yDqsYO72oN0/s320/DSC01083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sis is still not having enough fun of dressing him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I call these pictures, classic moments. Moments when I needed to run, grab my camera and snap! Looking forward to more creative ideas from them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4706124368851771858?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4706124368851771858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4706124368851771858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4706124368851771858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4706124368851771858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/classic-pictures.html' title='Classic pictures'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-2DoRullFJEU/TrKsF1IdFkI/AAAAAAAAC4M/kHbuNefuE6I/s72-c/DSC01058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6181821052635090190</id><published>2011-10-31T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:13:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Halloween Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Halloween celebration is known to be eerie and horrifying, but with children involved, it will be mild and cute. Here's how Jazz went to school this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdRBwCZCbbU/Tq64tJ2QFqI/AAAAAAAAC30/dLXsFOXkv3M/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdRBwCZCbbU/Tq64tJ2QFqI/AAAAAAAAC30/dLXsFOXkv3M/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Please excuse those shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKr5_GGC_g/Tq64Tb6sOSI/AAAAAAAAC3k/kV8odyXpGZw/s1600/DSC01074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKr5_GGC_g/Tq64Tb6sOSI/AAAAAAAAC3k/kV8odyXpGZw/s320/DSC01074.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Halloween hat made in school&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jazz beneath the hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLdZuWPbZd4/Tq64mEZ96qI/AAAAAAAAC3s/Ir4wIsv8QtE/s1600/DSC01075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of her classmates were dressed in black and orange except for a few, perhaps a late notice from school. Black are orange are colours that aren't common in kids' wardrobe. It just happened that Jazz has a black dress, and that orange cloak complemented. Whatever Halloween's for, Happy Halloween!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6181821052635090190?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6181821052635090190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6181821052635090190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6181821052635090190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6181821052635090190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-halloween-girl.html' title='Little Halloween Girl'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-IdRBwCZCbbU/Tq64tJ2QFqI/AAAAAAAAC30/dLXsFOXkv3M/s72-c/IMG_0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-2261946524182737208</id><published>2011-10-31T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T01:44:44.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zoo again! That's an opportunity we must grab whenever you've successfully balloted for a corporate pass. So off we went, with the Js, my mum and Grace to the zoo on a Saturday morning. Packing for two on a whole day trip is no easy, I lugged two big bags of clothes, bottles, food, snacks and diapers for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Jareth's first visit to the zoo! He napped twice during our excursion, and wasn't much appreciating the animals. Maybe some animals camouflage so well that he probably saw nothing. He was timid when I brought him near a pony, but bold when it came to touching the baby goats, kids you call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was great, except for a short shower in between. That was when we hurried to take shelter in the lions' 'den'. It's actually a sheltered viewing gallery of the lions. While waiting for the rain to cease, I fed Jareth there. He had lunch with the lions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CItFOMhVYo/Tq16ebFqjDI/AAAAAAAAC20/s3mRpNtPw1o/s1600/DSC07697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CItFOMhVYo/Tq16ebFqjDI/AAAAAAAAC20/s3mRpNtPw1o/s320/DSC07697.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jazz asked for her hat and sunglass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: 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/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk5G3GNQgm8/Tq17Q2p4IsI/AAAAAAAAC3M/UqFuF9Z79Is/s1600/DSC07735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk5G3GNQgm8/Tq17Q2p4IsI/AAAAAAAAC3M/UqFuF9Z79Is/s320/DSC07735.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My kids playing with the kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ScCsr2z8v7M/Tq17A8JnynI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lTwQ4KCMc7I/s1600/DSC07732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ScCsr2z8v7M/Tq17A8JnynI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lTwQ4KCMc7I/s320/DSC07732.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth was so frightened that he almost ripped my face apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnJa1jueOfk/Tq16xSn_qeI/AAAAAAAAC28/6Bmd7oraOGU/s320/DSC07715.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Prince Jareth - Ever waiting to be served&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-istaeloTftY/Tq1_bWSXK_I/AAAAAAAAC3c/oVgyFHoOSdE/s320/DSC07764.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Water Play at zoo is a never miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmX7NpgCk58/Tq17meTmjjI/AAAAAAAAC3U/NjUDsfvACxQ/s1600/DSC07816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmX7NpgCk58/Tq17meTmjjI/AAAAAAAAC3U/NjUDsfvACxQ/s320/DSC07816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jazz on the carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The kids had so much fun, so did we. Jazz seemed to have lost interest in the water play, she was afraid of the water sprouts and wasn't adventurous. Perhaps it's a playmate she's lacking - "Jareth, jie jie is waiting to have more fun with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind going to the zoo again, next time we'll plan our time well, so that we can feed some animals and ride on the elephant! Our Zoo has never ending fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-2261946524182737208?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2261946524182737208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=2261946524182737208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2261946524182737208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2261946524182737208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/zoo-again.html' title='Zoo again'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-8CItFOMhVYo/Tq16ebFqjDI/AAAAAAAAC20/s3mRpNtPw1o/s72-c/DSC07697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-2647672200295952849</id><published>2011-10-31T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:23:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I saw this note from Jazz's school and I've always thought Halloween is an occasion for the 'ang mohs'. It seemed to have become more widely celebrated across our country as years go by. In any case, I've got some simple gadgets to prep her for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-si28K2CDX8w/Tq12ON112_I/AAAAAAAAC2k/bFKIWn-Srgs/s1600/DSC01050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-si28K2CDX8w/Tq12ON112_I/AAAAAAAAC2k/bFKIWn-Srgs/s320/DSC01050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black and Orange wear for Jazz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pik0-uNN4JI/Tq12cnO4ZII/AAAAAAAAC2s/2ODzx7E-yPc/s1600/DSC01051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pik0-uNN4JI/Tq12cnO4ZII/AAAAAAAAC2s/2ODzx7E-yPc/s320/DSC01051.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gadgets from Diaso - Total damage $4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I've to research a little more into Halloween now, in case Jazz starts getting curious. It's more than just pumpkin, tricks and treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-2647672200295952849?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2647672200295952849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=2647672200295952849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2647672200295952849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2647672200295952849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-si28K2CDX8w/Tq12ON112_I/AAAAAAAAC2k/bFKIWn-Srgs/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-127002073511855531</id><published>2011-10-30T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:16:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Deepavali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's definitely a crazy idea to stroll Little India on the eve of Deepavali, but that's what we did. It was my mum's suggestion to appreciate the lightnings and decorations along the road. We strolled from home to the pasar malam, and then to city square's MacDonald for rest and drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PX4pevvzk7o/Tq0nOemqHfI/AAAAAAAAC18/hI1uYcZwnEc/s1600/DSC07612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PX4pevvzk7o/Tq0nOemqHfI/AAAAAAAAC18/hI1uYcZwnEc/s320/DSC07612.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mum and daughter can't stop acting cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While on our way home, Jazz saw the stage performance and didn't want to go home. Jareth was near fussing for his milk and sleep, so I proceeded home with him and Grace. Jazz stayed on with my mum and her Daddy for the show. A show with no understanding because everything was in Tamil. My funny little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJLBpkUX8oc/Tq0n3TlFm_I/AAAAAAAAC2M/XukAXBFYLeo/s1600/DSC07643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJLBpkUX8oc/Tq0n3TlFm_I/AAAAAAAAC2M/XukAXBFYLeo/s320/DSC07643.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Part of the crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every year, on this day, it will never be a quiet night for us. It was so noisy outside despite my doors and windows being tightly closed. I was so afraid that the kids would wake up any moment, but glad that they slept well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-KTBF7XD6A/Tq0uGIb5P0I/AAAAAAAAC2c/tqn2AtP1c-w/s1600/DSC07644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-KTBF7XD6A/Tq0uGIb5P0I/AAAAAAAAC2c/tqn2AtP1c-w/s320/DSC07644.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Welcome to Little India! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite these, we are loving our home for it's location. Minutes to city areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-127002073511855531?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/127002073511855531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=127002073511855531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/127002073511855531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/127002073511855531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/eve-of-deepavali.html' title='Eve of Deepavali'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-PX4pevvzk7o/Tq0nOemqHfI/AAAAAAAAC18/hI1uYcZwnEc/s72-c/DSC07612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-2376088240865821542</id><published>2011-10-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:14:30.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourist for a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went on the Captain Explorer, DUKW tour last Sun. Coupon deals are everywhere these day, I saw this deal online and decided to bring the kids for a land and water tour, followed by a Fun Vee bus ride. Kids below 3, tour for free.&amp;nbsp;Jazz has been asking to go on boat and bus, so we made it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That morning, we took a cab to the Singapore flyer and got home by the Fun Vee bus, since it stops somewhere near our home.&amp;nbsp; Barely 10 minutes onto the amphibian vehicle, Jareth fell asleep. I guess the land breeze blew him to sleep. Jazz was excitedly looking around when we were on land and on water. I must say view from water is different from land, it made me realised how fast and how vast our country has changed. It's beautiful! Just like how we sing, "Sunny Island, bloom for you and me." &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The guide commentated about the different places of interest as we passed by them, and we were the only locals on board, so nothing amused us. Then he commented that Singapore has more than 4 national languages, I began to ponder, what was the fifth? We've English, Chinese, Malay and Tamil, what else? It's Tagalog, he joked. Not true, yet so right! Think about the fast food we buy over the counter, the salesperson in boutiques, the restaurant managers, the call centers that handle our queries, the telemarketers who call us, and the endless places they're working in. Even when I redeemed these coupon deals, it's also of that country men, I've them as colleagues and I've one at home! I wonder when will the genuine Singaporeans be outnumbered. Not surprised if Tagalog would be offered in schools as second or third language.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj4sB4Ay-ag/Tp2K677VshI/AAAAAAAACyg/ql_3jqkzir0/s1600/DSC07462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj4sB4Ay-ag/Tp2K677VshI/AAAAAAAACyg/ql_3jqkzir0/s320/DSC07462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;On the amphibian vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARLzLiZJR4U/Tp2LnHJcYII/AAAAAAAACyw/vviF5Wy06n8/s1600/DSC07599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARLzLiZJR4U/Tp2LnHJcYII/AAAAAAAACyw/vviF5Wy06n8/s320/DSC07599.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Walking home on a Sunday afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it was a really warm day, but at least it wasn't raining. Thankful enough. We had great fun and the kids were all exhausted on the way back. Being a tourist can be very tiring even though it means holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-2376088240865821542?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2376088240865821542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=2376088240865821542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2376088240865821542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/2376088240865821542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/tourist-for-day.html' title='Tourist for a day'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-yj4sB4Ay-ag/Tp2K677VshI/AAAAAAAACyg/ql_3jqkzir0/s72-c/DSC07462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1758515295717030415</id><published>2011-10-16T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:30:12.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sure if you've seen this advert lying Islandwide. We drive past it frequently, as it was placed at a location near Jazz's school. On the first day of seeing it, Jazz asked me, "Mummy, what is this?" I looked at it and couldn't come out with a definite answer. One thing about kids, they always think&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;adults&amp;nbsp;have answers to everything. The endless whys, whats, wheres, whens&amp;nbsp;and hows! In any case, I said, "It looks like a pig, or maybe a bird since it's on a tree." Jazz impressed us, she said, "It looks like a crocodile, but crocodile cannot climb trees. Only monkeys." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zYqIQIIuvA/Tpmyi49GT9I/AAAAAAAACyY/8DZxKyezzUk/s1600/IMG_0740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zYqIQIIuvA/Tpmyi49GT9I/AAAAAAAACyY/8DZxKyezzUk/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;This weird looking 'animal'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the world of children, you never know what you're gonna get. Soon, this little girl of mine will outsmart me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1758515295717030415?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1758515295717030415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1758515295717030415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1758515295717030415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1758515295717030415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-sure-if-youve-seen-this-advert.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-9zYqIQIIuvA/Tpmyi49GT9I/AAAAAAAACyY/8DZxKyezzUk/s72-c/IMG_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6780586373495514481</id><published>2011-10-15T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:37:33.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Daddy talking about - III</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;In the Car&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz: Mummy, where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: We're going to a baby shower&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Then you must take water to pour on the baby ok?&lt;br /&gt;Jazz: Yes, take water to pour on the baby&lt;br /&gt;(Goodness! What is daddy educating?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jazz was crying frantically&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Jazzelle, why you cry until like that? Your father and mother die issit?&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe he cursed us!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Out from the car&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz: Daddy you knocked my head&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Haha. Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Jazz: Daddy, can you say sorry to me?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;(My girl is teaching my man manners)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Showing Jareth his sister's name&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Jareth, this is your jie jie's name. Jazzelle T, see, same surname as you.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ya, this is the only thing she will share with you.&lt;br /&gt;(Dad was right, Jazz hardly shares her toys)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6780586373495514481?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6780586373495514481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6780586373495514481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6780586373495514481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6780586373495514481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-daddy-talking-about-iii.html' title='What is Daddy talking about - III'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-1017152286716979589</id><published>2011-10-15T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:23:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend, we brought the Js to fly kite, the real kite flying activity I meant.&amp;nbsp;It was what&amp;nbsp;we've been telling Jazz and putting on hold because of the frequent unpredictable wet weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man drove us to Marina Boulevard to explore our first attempt of kite flying.&amp;nbsp;Getting the kite up high&amp;nbsp;isn't as easy as one thought. It took the man quite some patient to finally get it up, even though it was barely a minute before the kite touched the ground.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz was having much fun running&amp;nbsp;around the space&amp;nbsp;than showing interest in the&amp;nbsp;kite. No wonder&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;that, kite flying can be boring when&amp;nbsp;it takes much time to get it up and a little tot can't&amp;nbsp;get too much involve. Glad that I've brought snacks for her to munch on, and&amp;nbsp;that kept her quite occupied. It was like a mini picnic for us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2p26_avsEE/TpmfcSXvdQI/AAAAAAAACx4/PzDOt_4_zm0/s1600/DSC07381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2p26_avsEE/TpmfcSXvdQI/AAAAAAAACx4/PzDOt_4_zm0/s320/DSC07381.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Trying to be of helping hand to Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAGOgg1SvYE/Tpmfti3jvDI/AAAAAAAACyA/TnbDC7DFDcY/s1600/DSC07386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAGOgg1SvYE/Tpmfti3jvDI/AAAAAAAACyA/TnbDC7DFDcY/s320/DSC07386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;A moment of pride for the kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCXS5Q08j_w/TpmgAxlOhKI/AAAAAAAACyI/MmviyfW4x1Y/s1600/DSC07400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCXS5Q08j_w/TpmgAxlOhKI/AAAAAAAACyI/MmviyfW4x1Y/s320/DSC07400.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Jareth loves nature, he was smiley throughout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZs_mDuQJdw/TpmgX5V-EkI/AAAAAAAACyQ/tzkxIbvVWSA/s1600/DSC07413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZs_mDuQJdw/TpmgX5V-EkI/AAAAAAAACyQ/tzkxIbvVWSA/s320/DSC07413.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The acheivement of the day, a good family smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I would love to bring the kids to big open space like this more often, to appreciate the nature, the fresher air and great view. It was time well spent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1017152286716979589?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1017152286716979589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1017152286716979589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1017152286716979589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1017152286716979589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/kite-flying.html' title='Kite Flying'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-T2p26_avsEE/TpmfcSXvdQI/AAAAAAAACx4/PzDOt_4_zm0/s72-c/DSC07381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1189203096577729928</id><published>2011-10-13T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:08:10.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth is fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jareth is growing so fast, I thought I just delivered him yesterday! Time flies once you have kids. In days time, he'll be an 8 month-er. He's a little fast crawler now, pulling himself up on any support he can find. He's a mummy's boy, ever sticky to me. If I were to walk past him without carrying him, he'll protest by crying out loud. My little boy is torturing me because he's still waking up for snacks! Only on rare occasions did he fast through the night. "Little boy, won't you be nice to mummy please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIdzbf7Sdc/Tpb633ocJVI/AAAAAAAACxo/0F-nE-diJVI/s1600/DSC00851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIdzbf7Sdc/Tpb633ocJVI/AAAAAAAACxo/0F-nE-diJVI/s320/DSC00851.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pulling himself up at any support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLO4mBBItNw/Tpb6-sHarVI/AAAAAAAACxw/X4bFPZcj_a8/s1600/DSC00858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLO4mBBItNw/Tpb6-sHarVI/AAAAAAAACxw/X4bFPZcj_a8/s320/DSC00858.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying moments of peekaboo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon, he'll be One, soon he's going to defend himself if sister bullies him and soon he'll outgrow his cuteness. I wished babies don't outgrow, I'll be sad for not having a baby to cuddle. I need to touch babies! &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1189203096577729928?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1189203096577729928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1189203096577729928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1189203096577729928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1189203096577729928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/jareth-is-growing-so-fast-i-thought-i.html' title='Growth is fast'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-1PIdzbf7Sdc/Tpb633ocJVI/AAAAAAAACxo/0F-nE-diJVI/s72-c/DSC00851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-8279484497604782383</id><published>2011-10-13T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:11:44.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk Out</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I brought my kids to Zouk! It was a unique occasion when entrance was allowed for the under 18. Jazz loves music and dance, so I thought this was her show time. I ordered tickets for the family. It was pricey, $30 for each adult, $10 for Jazz and non-walker, Jareth is FOC. It was an expensive event, which Jazz didn't make my money worth. She wanted to be carried throughout and not hit the dance floor. She was extremely curious, kept looking around, watched other kids dance instead of participating. Jareth was all curious too. After awhile, he fell asleep despite the loud music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some kids are really cute, they danced and grooved on the stage, I admire their courage. I was hoping Jazz would join them, but she just clung on to her Dad. The music was unfamiliar to the kids, but they could still groove to it. Songs of the 70s and 80s were played, it was just like mambo night on Wednesdays. Well, I used to date there with my then boyfriend, and now husband. We are mambo fans! &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEl1JijkW-c/TpW1ziFY7VI/AAAAAAAACxY/gIjHqqbxOKM/s1600/DSC07271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEl1JijkW-c/TpW1ziFY7VI/AAAAAAAACxY/gIjHqqbxOKM/s320/DSC07271.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Bubbles and balloon signifies for the below 18 party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Art and Craft corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zfqIANtzbU/TpW51BB7tBI/AAAAAAAACxg/DVDlvKjCoA8/s1600/DSC07315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zfqIANtzbU/TpW51BB7tBI/AAAAAAAACxg/DVDlvKjCoA8/s320/DSC07315.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tattoo for little zouk ah lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, the babies love disco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now Jazz would say, "Mummy, I want to go ZOO again." Hmm, I think zoo is better. I hope when she grows, I won't be worrying about her telling me she'll be home late, because she's going zouk tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-8279484497604782383?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8279484497604782383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8279484497604782383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8279484497604782383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8279484497604782383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/zouk-out.html' title='Zouk Out'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-vEl1JijkW-c/TpW1ziFY7VI/AAAAAAAACxY/gIjHqqbxOKM/s72-c/DSC07271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-8180417257470575084</id><published>2011-10-11T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:40:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royce Playgym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We brought Jazz to Royce on children's day. Royce is an indoor play area located at level 2 of Liang court. The place is really extensive with wide range of toys! It's children's world. The rates are pricey and for babies above 6 months old, they'll have to pay. Even though they have an area and toys for the crawlers, I find it expensive to pay. So Jareth was home on children's day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jazz loves the place very much and she didn't want to leave when time was up. She was very much into the soft toys in there, she held on to a Barney which she could hardly let go. I like the place pretty much too and I don't have to perspire all out. It's different from other indoor playgrounds because it's not about climbing up and down slides, but toys! I'm sure any kids will fall in love with the place. One bad, only an accompanying adult is allowed for each child, additional adult would be charged at $10! That's unfriendly and sounds like ransom. My man had to wait outside with magazines, while I bonded with the girl at play. Thankful for his patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYjrTnGssLg/TpMe38TdycI/AAAAAAAACws/sSwN9z49h2M/s1600/DSC07185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYjrTnGssLg/TpMe38TdycI/AAAAAAAACws/sSwN9z49h2M/s320/DSC07185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Cubes of toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekgomftma5Y/TpMVUziD5kI/AAAAAAAACwI/VQqeTsw9Fdg/s1600/DSC07139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekgomftma5Y/TpMVUziD5kI/AAAAAAAACwI/VQqeTsw9Fdg/s320/DSC07139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I hope Jazz won't like Barbie. They're expensive collection.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omwXUz0dF_A/TpMV_8xonsI/AAAAAAAACwU/-snMdwssIcs/s1600/DSC07188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omwXUz0dF_A/TpMV_8xonsI/AAAAAAAACwU/-snMdwssIcs/s320/DSC07188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Having kitchen fun with Little Justin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfbr-MRb458/TpMtr69hdsI/AAAAAAAACw0/VNv1J_lwUyo/s1600/DSC07137.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfbr-MRb458/TpMtr69hdsI/AAAAAAAACw0/VNv1J_lwUyo/s320/DSC07137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;Trains for girls too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9N2w0nNByNs/TpMtYcNp4GI/AAAAAAAACww/BFPqNTKjl5k/s1600/DSC07184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9N2w0nNByNs/TpMtYcNp4GI/AAAAAAAACww/BFPqNTKjl5k/s320/DSC07184.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The slightly adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usTUCo7oYvE/TpMWP95NctI/AAAAAAAACwY/CqYPabDdWjA/s1600/DSC07194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usTUCo7oYvE/TpMWP95NctI/AAAAAAAACwY/CqYPabDdWjA/s320/DSC07194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Refreshments after play, with Justin, Nicole and Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfbr-MRb458/TpMtr69hdsI/AAAAAAAACw0/VNv1J_lwUyo/s1600/DSC07137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess such pampering treat comes only with occasion like children's day, or any day as long as you think it's worth bringing smile across the faces of the little ones.&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/6824931878729802483-8180417257470575084?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8180417257470575084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8180417257470575084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8180417257470575084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8180417257470575084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-brought-jazz-to-royce-on-childrens.html' title='Royce Playgym'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-yYjrTnGssLg/TpMe38TdycI/AAAAAAAACws/sSwN9z49h2M/s72-c/DSC07185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-8910113699049485371</id><published>2011-10-10T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:19:02.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The long awaited children's day performance was over. The morning was perfect, the parents were excited and so was the grandparent. My mum joined in her school's celebration too. I was the earliest riser that morning, I got everything prep, including Jareth. He was joining us too. We were on the dot for her performance, Jazz was suppose to report at 815am, but we arrived at 830am. At least we made it in time for her to perform.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That morning, my little girl was moody. She had a late night and I've to wake her up at 745am. Having not enough sleep was enough to get her mood grouchy. As I dressed her, she told me, "I don't want to wear this, I don't want to wear that!" I was like, "what!" All my money and efforts to get your themed outfit, and you're doing this to me. I had to bribe her with a packet of m&amp;amp;m, which finally worked. We rushed everything through and left for school. Her teacher gave me a call when we were at the entrance, Jazz was missing during the row call. Phew! We were on time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The highlight of the day began - the kids performed. The little ones were all so adorable! Jazz performed well for the first few seconds of the 2 minute show, after which stage fright began to set in, she walked around and stood in the center of the stage till everything ends. My goodness! What happened to my little girl. Was she frightened, shy or what? And when we were home, she could do her steps so well. So you see why children are just full or surprises, you never know what you're in for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After performances, we went round her school for activities and games. It was planned to leave Jazz in school after celebration, as the man and woman wanted some time to lunch as a couple. When we sounded out to her about going back to class, she violently objected and insisted to go home. Thinking it was such a happy occasion that day, we brought her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUONmL67bnE/TpLwMg6HvVI/AAAAAAAACvY/XBV-4Ug3weI/s1600/DSC06981.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUONmL67bnE/TpLwMg6HvVI/AAAAAAAACvY/XBV-4Ug3weI/s320/DSC06981.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My star who froze on stage...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_nbXC4xC44/TpLwnlp2rwI/AAAAAAAACvc/DMjCni0Kj4A/s1600/DSC07010.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_nbXC4xC44/TpLwnlp2rwI/AAAAAAAACvc/DMjCni0Kj4A/s320/DSC07010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blazing "fire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwP7KU-31oI/TpLw6jacgBI/AAAAAAAACvg/odaHJ4VRTuA/s1600/DSC07042.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwP7KU-31oI/TpLw6jacgBI/AAAAAAAACvg/odaHJ4VRTuA/s320/DSC07042.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jareth took the stage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14jzsdfpMi8/TpLxESGFlrI/AAAAAAAACvk/B3coytBtjZk/s1600/DSC07048.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14jzsdfpMi8/TpLxESGFlrI/AAAAAAAACvk/B3coytBtjZk/s200/DSC07048.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Loving his expression!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPp2_HpykgE/TpLxNMkKMJI/AAAAAAAACvo/gG5YviCMaJw/s1600/DSC07050.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPp2_HpykgE/TpLxNMkKMJI/AAAAAAAACvo/gG5YviCMaJw/s200/DSC07050.JPG" width="133" /&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My checkered kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a busy morning. Although I wished she could have done it better, just for my video effect. But well, with kids, expect the unexpected, even if it's just that one chance to showcase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-8910113699049485371?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8910113699049485371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8910113699049485371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8910113699049485371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8910113699049485371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-awaited-childrens-day-performance.html' title='Cowgirl in school'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-wUONmL67bnE/TpLwMg6HvVI/AAAAAAAACvY/XBV-4Ug3weI/s72-c/DSC06981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-814938643494558465</id><published>2011-10-06T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T01:23:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a long long search, high and low and everywhere! All efforts just to find the appropriate wear for Jazz's children's day celebration,  to the wild wild west theme. Besides clothing, I'm also counting down excitedly to her performance, hours from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've gotten for her to be a day of cowgirl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba0xE4LsVkE/ToyGEKywcGI/AAAAAAAACvA/5EKG65JCcnU/s1600/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660046237872713826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba0xE4LsVkE/ToyGEKywcGI/AAAAAAAACvA/5EKG65JCcnU/s320/DSC00946.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Matching well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage done:&lt;br /&gt;1. Checkered top/dress from mothercare - $36&lt;br /&gt;2. Vest from H&amp;amp;M - $24.90&lt;br /&gt;3. Boots from H&amp;amp;M - $59.90 (Can't believe I bought it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Total - $120.80!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excitement drove me to buy that vest with sizing that states ' 12 to 18 mths'. I've no idea what I was up to, I only knew that vest was Wild! Jazz has to fit. Ideas and suggestions made my search quicker. My neighbour suggested I explore H&amp;amp;M, my colleagues chose the checkered top and recommended me those boots. Thanks ladies! Might be nicer if there are sponsors. Don't mind me, I must have been badly influence by colleagues at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was trying these on for Jazz last night, my mum said, "为什么把她打扮成 cowboy？" That was when I knew I was on the right track. Bingo! I hope all turns out well tomorrow, no rain, perfect weather please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-814938643494558465?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/814938643494558465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=814938643494558465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/814938643494558465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/814938643494558465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-ready.html' title='All ready!'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-Ba0xE4LsVkE/ToyGEKywcGI/AAAAAAAACvA/5EKG65JCcnU/s72-c/DSC00946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-7728479565247266996</id><published>2011-10-05T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:55:31.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certified clear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jazz didn't pass the health check at school this morning, she had an ulcer on her tongue. I was 99% sure that it was just a common ulcer, but her principal insisted us to bring her to a doctor to certify clear. I was very unwilling to do so because I wasn't ready to take half a morning off for this and spend unnecessary money on medical fees. I tried to explain that she could have bit her tongue while eating, but they didn't buy me. Darn, I was pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand their concern and responsibility toward other children. Cautious is good, but overly cautious may not be necessary in some instances. They've seen and check many cases, I'm sure they are better than my maternal instinct. Perhaps, a very young and inexperience principal she's got. Anyway, it's time off work, yet again, and waste of  money. Ulcer can be common, even at this point of time, I'm having an ulcer in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I brought her to get that certification. Her children's day performance is the next day, and I wanted her to be in school today and tomorrow. It took us the whole morning because the clinic wait was long. We had some fun over breakfast while waiting for her turn. Her appetite was good and we had great bonding time, the only positive of the morning. If it was not for her performance the next day, I would have ignored her principal, bring Jazz home and let the ulcer subside the next few days. Even as of now, that ulcer is no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her turn in queue, doctor saw the ulcer and said, "Ok, back to school." When we headed back to school, Jazz started to fuss. She thought it was a day out with us, never did it cross her mind that she was going back to school. At the carpark, she started crying and screaming that she doesn't want to go school. I empathized with her, and I knew it didn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to school, I asked to see the principal, handed the certified letter and talked about my displease. I am rarely confrontational in a stern manner, because my child is in their hands. Today, I was really unhappy, and for sending Jazz back at a later time, she cried like never before even though I stayed on to feed her lunch. She held and pleaded me to bring her away, but we just had to go. Teacher said she cried herself to sleep. My little poor girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QU_kTqVYdd4/Tox5sxOLeiI/AAAAAAAACu4/xJEgZbU1vEc/s1600/IMG_0708-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660032641731885602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QU_kTqVYdd4/Tox5sxOLeiI/AAAAAAAACu4/xJEgZbU1vEc/s320/IMG_0708-edit.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$53 certification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;, bill to who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess the school was just being safe, but yet, how do they account when I see some children bypassing the check station without opening their mouth? Going straight to their classes without being checked? I just wonder why was Jazz so cooperative this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-7728479565247266996?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7728479565247266996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=7728479565247266996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7728479565247266996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/7728479565247266996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/certified-clear.html' title='Certified clear!'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-QU_kTqVYdd4/Tox5sxOLeiI/AAAAAAAACu4/xJEgZbU1vEc/s72-c/IMG_0708-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5767090100946765434</id><published>2011-10-02T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:43:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad got a helper when his house isn't ready! She arrived at my door step yesterday. My house is already as cluttered as it can be, as occupied as it can be, by big and small humans and a dog. Where's space to accommodate her?!!! Anyway, I sorted things out a little, gave a some space for her belongings and sorry for her, she has to bunk in, at a part of my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my new helper from Philippines, Grace. She's new and inexperience, first time in Singapore. My weekend was spent training her. I've her to help around till my dad's house is ready. I'm loving her contributions. She's helping us with meals and household chores. I'm still pretty much involve with the kids though. Perhaps, not too comfortable in allowing a newbie handle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz was little curious about her stay in, she started asking about her. I just said Auntie Grace will be staying with us, and asked her if it's okay. She nodded. I was worried about Jazz knowing too much of her roles, and start 'commanding' her for whatever she wants. I prefer Jazz to be hands on and work a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her first day, I taught her to whip up the kids and adults meals. After which, I brought her to groceries shop with me. Her second day, she did most of the housework, and we went out. When home, the floor was speckless clean! A better job than any of us. Everything was cleaned, neat and tidy. I hope her standard maintains. That night, Jazz even allowed Grace to read her a book. I must say, I was impressed that she could read. Not being rude, I thought they were maids because of low education. I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is alert and wise to me, she has good memory, I don't have to keep repeating myself to get things done. I hope she'll continue to be nice not just because she's new or trying to impress, but because it's her habit. I'm not used to having a helper around. Sometimes, I'll feel shy about asking her to help and I can't believe I left my plates and bowls unwashed in the basin and walk off. This feels shiok! It means less cream needed to moisturized my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually occupied in the kitchen cooking weekend meals. Now, I can just tell her what and how to cook, and I can free up that time to do other stuff. I'm gonna bake real soon! A reason why I dislike baking is because of the many utensils and tools I've to wash after the batter goes into the oven. Maybe, I'll just be a little extra nice to her on the days I plan to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my next few months of luxury before she starts to 'serve' more people in a bigger place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5767090100946765434?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5767090100946765434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5767090100946765434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5767090100946765434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5767090100946765434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-helper.html' title='New Helper'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-5338516588189122509</id><published>2011-10-02T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:53:13.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was rather late for Jazz to be finally toilet train. She's been off diapers for about a month plus, except for night sleeps. She's getting perfect scores for her toilet training at home, but not in school. I've no idea why? Either teachers are not diligently helping or she's just too shy to express her urge. In any case, they have to learn it the hard way, I've since cut down the number of diapers in her bag from 6 to 2. Giving allowance for her to be on diapers only during nap. My every evening question to the teachers is always, "Any 'accidents' today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jK7B4uxXFNc/TohyE0epX3I/AAAAAAAACuw/Hdn5X9l8vSQ/s1600/diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jK7B4uxXFNc/TohyE0epX3I/AAAAAAAACuw/Hdn5X9l8vSQ/s320/diapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658898358923255666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Finally some cost savings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My man was relaxed about her toilet training programme, but I was anxious. I felt that she's extremely well in expressing herself and this 'project' has to begin now, even though most of her classmates are still on diappy. It's difficult for me to accept if my little tot is speaking and expressing well, but not her toilet needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began taking her off diapers on weekends, whenever we're home. When we're out, I'll put her on diapers. Gradually, I put her off diapers regardless of where we were. I became toilet conscious whenever we're out, to eat or to shop. When Jazz expresses her needs to pee or poo, I'll race to the nearest toilet to release her. And for being a girl, I am so uncomfortable about her sitting on public toilet bowls, but there's always a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going on well so far, and I'm looking forward to put her off diapers for nights too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5338516588189122509?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5338516588189122509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5338516588189122509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5338516588189122509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5338516588189122509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/bye-diapers.html' title='Bye diapers'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-jK7B4uxXFNc/TohyE0epX3I/AAAAAAAACuw/Hdn5X9l8vSQ/s72-c/diapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5412107782136535831</id><published>2011-10-01T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:14:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuppies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took some time away from home today, for my cupcakes lesson. An interest that I've been wanting to explore further, and I've finally realised it. It was an expensive lesson! I've learnt about fondant, icing, buttercream and of course a cupcake recipe to bring home with. I'm ever inspired to do nice cuppies for the kids on special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxKNT6rvp2o/Toc43YfKrKI/AAAAAAAACuo/1czk083i6Bc/s1600/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxKNT6rvp2o/Toc43YfKrKI/AAAAAAAACuo/1czk083i6Bc/s320/DSC00935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658553980931452066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bugs and Garden Cupcakes class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made these cuppies, everything is edible! But fondant isn't something yummy, it's more for the eyes. This lady teaches classes in her home, her fees aren't cheap, but they are good tips that I've brought home with. Search on facebook for sugar pie gourmet, that's her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5412107782136535831?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5412107782136535831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5412107782136535831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5412107782136535831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5412107782136535831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuppies.html' title='Cuppies!'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-nxKNT6rvp2o/Toc43YfKrKI/AAAAAAAACuo/1czk083i6Bc/s72-c/DSC00935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-4405761760043716738</id><published>2011-09-27T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:12:46.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Wild West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTSTZxbeHjk/ToFdebt-bNI/AAAAAAAACug/G4k-zBaJeB0/s1600/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTSTZxbeHjk/ToFdebt-bNI/AAAAAAAACug/G4k-zBaJeB0/s320/DSC00909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656905384372104402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Memo to parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An urgent plea! If you know, could you please tell me where to get this costume for Jazz. She needs to be a cowgirl or red Indian for her children's day school celebration. I've shopped a little, but couldn't find an appropriate hat or boots for her. Or if you have, would you be kind enough to loan her? Don't wana spend too much, since only for a day use. Other than the costume, I'm much more looking forward to her performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4405761760043716738?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4405761760043716738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4405761760043716738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4405761760043716738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4405761760043716738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/wild-wild-west.html' title='Wild Wild West'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-WTSTZxbeHjk/ToFdebt-bNI/AAAAAAAACug/G4k-zBaJeB0/s72-c/DSC00909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-438396085564326116</id><published>2011-09-27T12:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:20:52.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It's exasperating! Jazz has been sick almost every other week. It got so frequent between these 2 months. It's peak for viruses to spread and to add on, the haze was here to visit. Weather is just bad. There was occasion when neither of us could take leaves due to work commitments, and my mum had to handle 2 little ones at home. It was tough! As much as we could, we'll rotate taking leaves to be with her when she's sick, just so that it isn't too taxing for my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Our week didn't start well. Jareth was down with fever after vaccination last Friday, he got well, then Jazz came down with fever, she got well and Jareth is down again. What a marathon! And when Jareth is unwell, it's torturing for all of us. We can't sleep well because of his cries, he wakes up every now and then for comfort, and there goes my precious sleep, trying all methods to comfort him. To make things worse, Jazz had diarrhoea last night. The man disrupted her sleep, changed and washed her in the middle of the night. Sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I hardly bring Js to the doctor whenever they're sick. It's the usual process of quick examination and prescribing of medication. Medical bill doesn't come cheap too. We self medicate them most of the times, unless fever is exceptionally high. In any case, I brought Jazz to the doctor yesterday because she ran out of cough syrup. I asked the doctor for medication to boost her immunity, I'm tired of her getting sick every now and then. Doctor gave, and we're gonna start her on it for 2 weeks continuously. Hopefully it shows improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8tOsBQYjq8/ToFPkFkg7lI/AAAAAAAACuA/MJ52cy5FtZo/s1600/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656890088343268946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8tOsBQYjq8/ToFPkFkg7lI/AAAAAAAACuA/MJ52cy5FtZo/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;She was resistant to fever patch until she saw it on Jareth recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrXSM_eq71E/ToFPlElEdwI/AAAAAAAACuQ/ogLhos773y4/s1600/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656890105257031426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrXSM_eq71E/ToFPlElEdwI/AAAAAAAACuQ/ogLhos773y4/s320/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-h09-qhzmI/ToFSAFKn6CI/AAAAAAAACuY/m-A4SD412kc/s1600/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656892768294266914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-h09-qhzmI/ToFSAFKn6CI/AAAAAAAACuY/m-A4SD412kc/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sleeping and fighting their fever away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Jazz is now so familiar with the thermometer. She would get it and go to anyone, touch their forehead and say, "You got fever? Let me check." After she's done, she only has one same reading all the time, "ok, got fever, 38.5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, this morning, Jazz was sent to school by her Daddy. Jareth is still recovering and I need to get my ass to work tomorrow! It really isn't easy being a working mum. The demand needed at home and the demand needed at work. What a life! But life is still beautiful when you look at the smiles on their faces. Get well kids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-438396085564326116?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/438396085564326116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=438396085564326116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/438396085564326116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/438396085564326116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/get-well-kids.html' title='Get well kids!'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-J8tOsBQYjq8/ToFPkFkg7lI/AAAAAAAACuA/MJ52cy5FtZo/s72-c/DSC00918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-3899405777946672632</id><published>2011-09-24T20:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:36:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Snacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a snacks person. To refrain the kids from adopting my unhealthy hobby, I've been crazily stocking up organic snacks. We indulge in these together! Healthy organic snacks means nothing artificial. No artificial flavour, colouring or preservatives. Their ingredients are mostly from real fruits, and because it's for the little ones, there's vitamins, calcium and iron in the snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5nmFKC7yqc/Tn3Q3JK1VeI/AAAAAAAACt4/DhUvXyYT5n0/s1600/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5nmFKC7yqc/Tn3Q3JK1VeI/AAAAAAAACt4/DhUvXyYT5n0/s320/DSC00809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655906352819951074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yummies for tummies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How cute are some of these packaged to attract the little ones. At first, I doubted their taste, after having tried them, they're really yummy! The puffs are a little bland, but Jazz loves them. My love is for the yoghurt melts, they're delicious and I give them to Jareth as snacks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I shop: www.iherb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shipping is more worth if you garner more buys. USD is hiking now. Sobs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-3899405777946672632?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3899405777946672632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=3899405777946672632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3899405777946672632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3899405777946672632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/healthy-snacks.html' title='Healthy Snacks'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-i5nmFKC7yqc/Tn3Q3JK1VeI/AAAAAAAACt4/DhUvXyYT5n0/s72-c/DSC00809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-949488144834389341</id><published>2011-09-23T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:44:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's times to replenish their wardrobes again. Jareth is quickly outgrowing his wears. Jazz's growth is slow and steady, so not much top ups for her, except for a set of pyjamas. I guess it's gonna be a pause to topping up their collection, hopefully. Most webbies on into winter collection now, not much choices for them. And I seriously dislike getting long sleeves for them, they are so sweaty all the time. And they are not in aircon 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezmMezviL2I/TnwY0-H1vmI/AAAAAAAACtg/7-357HpG3f4/s1600/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezmMezviL2I/TnwY0-H1vmI/AAAAAAAACtg/7-357HpG3f4/s320/DSC00804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655422530378645090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pink for Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's more! We're all ready for Christmas! It's not too far away, we're in September and Christmas is creeping near. Before you realise, it's another new year! OMG, how soon is time ticking away. Hurry through your 2011 resolutions if they've not come to past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MxLgBzsiRk/TnwY1VSazWI/AAAAAAAACto/5JaRMdR22Gk/s1600/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MxLgBzsiRk/TnwY1VSazWI/AAAAAAAACto/5JaRMdR22Gk/s320/DSC00805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655422536597032290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I didn't believe I got these! They're just so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes are necessity, you can't go outdoor without clothes. That's self-comfort to the damage done on shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-949488144834389341?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/949488144834389341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=949488144834389341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/949488144834389341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/949488144834389341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/clothes-spree.html' title='Clothes Spree'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-ezmMezviL2I/TnwY0-H1vmI/AAAAAAAACtg/7-357HpG3f4/s72-c/DSC00804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1025225497678551957</id><published>2011-09-15T00:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:05:37.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jareth's food journey</title><content type='html'>It's always exciting when you start introducing semi-solids to a baby, at least to me. It's almost a month since Jareth began on it, and I'm ever searching for recipes to create yummies for his little tummy. Here are some food tried and tasted by him:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cereal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butternut squash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet potato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parsnip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweetcorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bean curd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pear &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And from here, I do my 'equations' for blending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot + potato&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin + Bean curd&lt;br /&gt;Butternut + peas/Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Sweet potato + Carrot&lt;br /&gt;Butternut + Parsnip + Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Apple + Pear&lt;br /&gt;Cereal + Banana&lt;br /&gt;Potato + Sweet Corn + Peas&lt;br /&gt;Potato + Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Avocado + cereal + milk&lt;br /&gt;Avocado + Banana + milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As days go by, I do run out of ideas, and the menu repeats. I don't prepare any food for freezing, unless I've much excess. I prefer freshly made meals though. On my work days, I'll tell my mum how and what to cook for Jareth. Weekends are when I can explore a little more 'exotic' recipes for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organic food are expensive stuff. Cereal is the only few organic food I could afford for him: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6aJzY5Ibx0/TnQslg3rDUI/AAAAAAAACtY/8-mYjFhyaOQ/s1600/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6aJzY5Ibx0/TnQslg3rDUI/AAAAAAAACtY/8-mYjFhyaOQ/s320/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653192455247039810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Bellies, Organic cereal. His first food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colourful food journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ytnpSB4ptw/TnDYqUGQe6I/AAAAAAAACso/yMj3dZce0Xw/s1600/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652255753811032994" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ytnpSB4ptw/TnDYqUGQe6I/AAAAAAAACso/yMj3dZce0Xw/s320/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Carrot puree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygta_vT2t-Y/TnDYq84eSkI/AAAAAAAACsw/eQXzUlme7BM/s1600/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652255764759071298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygta_vT2t-Y/TnDYq84eSkI/AAAAAAAACsw/eQXzUlme7BM/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Spinach puree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y1T5ytemFw/TnDYrIWkxPI/AAAAAAAACs4/LcajlNd8eCk/s1600/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652255767838115058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y1T5ytemFw/TnDYrIWkxPI/AAAAAAAACs4/LcajlNd8eCk/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-la0IyOW7uEU/TnDaBPlQWdI/AAAAAAAACtA/6Cc67GXKUMU/s1600/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Banana puree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this blender on loan from my colleague, it really is convenient to  whip up his meals with it. Just steam, flip and blend. Saves time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua_VjC9A3JE/TnDcJSteAzI/AAAAAAAACtQ/SZRSjvH0C2U/s1600/AventCombinedBlenderSteamer_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 229px; height: 236px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652259584549454642" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua_VjC9A3JE/TnDcJSteAzI/AAAAAAAACtQ/SZRSjvH0C2U/s320/AventCombinedBlenderSteamer_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Avent blender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Verdict? A satisfied customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-la0IyOW7uEU/TnDaBPlQWdI/AAAAAAAACtA/6Cc67GXKUMU/s1600/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652257247247489490" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-la0IyOW7uEU/TnDaBPlQWdI/AAAAAAAACtA/6Cc67GXKUMU/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Little Popeye on spinach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving onto porridge and meat soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/6824931878729802483-1025225497678551957?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1025225497678551957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1025225497678551957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1025225497678551957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1025225497678551957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/jareths-food-journey.html' title='Jareth&apos;s food journey'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-J6aJzY5Ibx0/TnQslg3rDUI/AAAAAAAACtY/8-mYjFhyaOQ/s72-c/DSC00790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6958998931057727612</id><published>2011-09-13T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:49:18.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We celebrated mid-autumn with lanterns and mooncakes yesterday, but Mr Full Moon was nowhere to be seen. Even though it was a hazy evening, there were many children celebrating this festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGMx3K6exxI/Tm9yLip-PPI/AAAAAAAACrw/-vtJ3p1HRZs/s1600/DSC06873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGMx3K6exxI/Tm9yLip-PPI/AAAAAAAACrw/-vtJ3p1HRZs/s320/DSC06873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651861599980240114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Many children with lanterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0FqtkQTxME/Tm9yqYy05dI/AAAAAAAACsI/5swGoBY3TJg/s1600/DSC06880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0FqtkQTxME/Tm9yqYy05dI/AAAAAAAACsI/5swGoBY3TJg/s320/DSC06880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651862129908966866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jazz and her lantern given by my colleague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwFt4ea-B4Q/Tm9yLBvApNI/AAAAAAAACro/PxgBo-h9LpI/s1600/DSC06868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwFt4ea-B4Q/Tm9yLBvApNI/AAAAAAAACro/PxgBo-h9LpI/s320/DSC06868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651861591142999250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The kiddos share a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jazz wasn't too keen in lanterns. She was more excited when she saw Shimmer, the beautiful golden retriever living in our block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She loves dogs and can never keep her hands away from them. She had great bonding with Shimmer and when home, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he's Pillow's best playmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruCQKOYIc4w/Tm9yqDLGkRI/AAAAAAAACsA/Qo30oM154CY/s1600/DSC06889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruCQKOYIc4w/Tm9yqDLGkRI/AAAAAAAACsA/Qo30oM154CY/s320/DSC06889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651862124105208082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Shimmer and us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIuiTe2V3T0/Tm9yL8v64UI/AAAAAAAACr4/cWnPnGUGN1A/s1600/DSC06875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIuiTe2V3T0/Tm9yL8v64UI/AAAAAAAACr4/cWnPnGUGN1A/s320/DSC06875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651861606984507714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn to Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this tradition of mooncakes and lanterns will go on from generations to generations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6958998931057727612?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6958998931057727612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6958998931057727612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6958998931057727612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6958998931057727612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/mid-autumn.html' title='Mid-Autumn'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-bGMx3K6exxI/Tm9yLip-PPI/AAAAAAAACrw/-vtJ3p1HRZs/s72-c/DSC06873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-4555191334482281551</id><published>2011-09-12T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:18:36.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey's Music Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It was the day I've been talking to Jazz about - An evening with mickey and friends. She was very excited about it since morning, kept talking to my mum and bro about her date with mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, we were all dressed in our mickey wears and headed to MBS for dinner before the show. Jazz was all excited when she saw mickey and friends, she went pointing and naming every characters, mickey, minnie, donald duck and goofy. Then she went,'Pluto is not there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most families were dressed up in mickey wears. It was an interesting fashion of the evening. The family behind us was an example to admire at. Who huh? Parents were as excited as their children, because we are curious about their expressions. If they're happy, then tickets were worth buying, if they're not, then too bad, tickets sold are not refundable. At least we know, no more such musical for them anytime soon. And I still couldn't believe that I brought Jareth along. He seemed really young for it, and I wondered how can I coop him in the theater till the musical ends. But he turned out well, gave 20mins of his attention to the casts before dozing off. I'm glad I didn't have to leave my seat for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was great, except that when they brought us through the other Disney stories, Jazz got a little bored because I didn't introduce her to Aladdin, Little mermaid and Toy story. She could only identify with mickey and friends. As the casts dance and sing, it was really cute to see little children dancing along the walkway. Parents were bouncing to the rhythm on their seats and for a moment, it felt like zouk for the under 18. So happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q157iGd5SbQ/Tmzgs8SrdzI/AAAAAAAACrg/8yJYnnKNacE/s1600/DSC06810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651138695146469170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q157iGd5SbQ/Tmzgs8SrdzI/AAAAAAAACrg/8yJYnnKNacE/s320/DSC06810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Minnie and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBrK28oG5Rg/TmzfUEnv3II/AAAAAAAACrQ/xLGWL4jOVfY/s1600/DSC06823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651137168373963906" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBrK28oG5Rg/TmzfUEnv3II/AAAAAAAACrQ/xLGWL4jOVfY/s320/DSC06823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;It's usually difficult to get a family portrait when we're out in four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELrmFVHnUBE/TmzfT3wFPWI/AAAAAAAACrI/4b1Qpw8NNcs/s1600/DSC06820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651137164919258466" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELrmFVHnUBE/TmzfT3wFPWI/AAAAAAAACrI/4b1Qpw8NNcs/s320/DSC06820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Dad and daughter in mickey wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y399nRNUQQo/TmzfURaXc4I/AAAAAAAACrY/bIjFIQ14IF0/s1600/DSC06815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651137171807499138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y399nRNUQQo/TmzfURaXc4I/AAAAAAAACrY/bIjFIQ14IF0/s320/DSC06815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Sleeping through despite the loud talking and music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be one of my lucky day with both kids relatively well behave. That made our night easy. After the show, we walked around MBS and had supper at TCC. Our carpark bill was mad, for that few hours, it was $13! We had great family bonding though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-4555191334482281551?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4555191334482281551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=4555191334482281551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4555191334482281551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/4555191334482281551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/mickey-and-friends.html' title='Mickey&apos;s Music Festival'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-q157iGd5SbQ/Tmzgs8SrdzI/AAAAAAAACrg/8yJYnnKNacE/s72-c/DSC06810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-923860565557266547</id><published>2011-09-09T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:54:07.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Craze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the season for Mickey. Can't believe I could be a mickey fan at  this age, thanks to Jazz. I brought her to City Square last weekend to  catch a glimpse of mickey and minnie. Don't recall myself going so crazy  over F4 or any Korean pop star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so excited to watch  mickey and minnie that evening, but it was such a disappointment, they  came out to dance for less than a minute and that was it! Before we  could gear up for excitement, it ended. My goodness! I'm thankful we  stayed near city square, or else, it's definitely a wasted trip for  any mickey fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fFO0fIYm7s/TmnenEzqFoI/AAAAAAAACq4/3eCVAVhfDNQ/s1600/DSC06778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fFO0fIYm7s/TmnenEzqFoI/AAAAAAAACq4/3eCVAVhfDNQ/s320/DSC06778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650291970399671938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The disney couple dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACdVRZ9JUUQ/TmnenUxfIJI/AAAAAAAACrA/31FOawM2-Vs/s1600/DSC06781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACdVRZ9JUUQ/TmnenUxfIJI/AAAAAAAACrA/31FOawM2-Vs/s320/DSC06781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650291974685532306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Greetings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In view of our new love, I bought these for the 2 bigs and 2 smalls! That seems alot to me. We have a family icon now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2XyP5b6gTQ/Tmnemrm-8QI/AAAAAAAACqo/NSDCkO3iTX0/s1600/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2XyP5b6gTQ/Tmnemrm-8QI/AAAAAAAACqo/NSDCkO3iTX0/s320/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650291963635626242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Our tees! And one the grey one from Aunt Esther. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more! I bought tickets to Mickey's music festival. With my partner in crime, Ms Leng, it makes decision quicker. We clicked and clicked and got our tickets online. Expensive buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFOr9lFv_0c/Tmnem6ecMRI/AAAAAAAACqw/3peXa2DD6X0/s1600/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFOr9lFv_0c/Tmnem6ecMRI/AAAAAAAACqw/3peXa2DD6X0/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650291967626326290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tickets for us! Jareth's entrance is free, if he's going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope Jazz will enjoy this pampering treat. She's ever excited when she sees the commercial on TV, and now, I can tell her we're going this Sunday! I hope the kiddos will behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-923860565557266547?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/923860565557266547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=923860565557266547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/923860565557266547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/923860565557266547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/mickey-craze.html' title='Mickey Craze!'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-6fFO0fIYm7s/TmnenEzqFoI/AAAAAAAACq4/3eCVAVhfDNQ/s72-c/DSC06778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5715646743205334425</id><published>2011-09-01T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:53:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's teacher's day! All teachers are celebrating, infant and child care teachers deserve their treats too! I've prepared a little something for Jazz's teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_8wWu7fhhU/Tl-1BSUchHI/AAAAAAAACqg/_uYkYsCJ2ig/s1600/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_8wWu7fhhU/Tl-1BSUchHI/AAAAAAAACqg/_uYkYsCJ2ig/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647431491447981170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Royce Nutty Bar Choc! Pampering treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked Jazz to hold the chocs and give it to her teacher with those words, "Happy Teachers' Day." She refused and said, "Mummy you give." I've no idea what was she shy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, her teacher text-ed me, it read, "Happy Teacher's Day to you. Every parent is a teacher in a way, for guiding your children and us teachers. Thank you for your support. Thank you for all the wishes and gifts as well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through her message a few times, thought about it, and realised I'm more than just a mother, I am their First and Everyday teacher. So Happy Teachers' Days to all parents too!&lt;br /&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/6824931878729802483-5715646743205334425?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5715646743205334425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5715646743205334425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5715646743205334425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5715646743205334425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-y_8wWu7fhhU/Tl-1BSUchHI/AAAAAAAACqg/_uYkYsCJ2ig/s72-c/IMG_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1133726514770036757</id><published>2011-08-30T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:18:26.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before marriage, no parties between meals. As little girl came along,   between our chairs was one high chair, and as little boy joined, between our  chairs are two high chairs! So you see how the man and woman are  drifting when kids come along. Sad truth?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EflYK3CBt0/TlvT4THKWvI/AAAAAAAACo4/dntfRmG4Hw8/s1600/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EflYK3CBt0/TlvT4THKWvI/AAAAAAAACo4/dntfRmG4Hw8/s320/DSC00583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646339521995496178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mum and Dad at each side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems like, to have a third kid - get a helper or wait till one of  them is more independent. I've also gradually realised how much faster  I'm eating at meals than before. I feed them and then hurry through mine. I can't remember when was the last time I had a good feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see what I meant when Jareth is eating anything and everything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waoSACUXzrA/TlvUjjtl_8I/AAAAAAAACpQ/KRkvukj2rdk/s1600/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waoSACUXzrA/TlvUjjtl_8I/AAAAAAAACpQ/KRkvukj2rdk/s320/DSC00598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646340265186033602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The table! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiFVPEBj9RU/TlvT4xl-YgI/AAAAAAAACpI/zPhlM6rhIhg/s1600/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiFVPEBj9RU/TlvT4xl-YgI/AAAAAAAACpI/zPhlM6rhIhg/s320/DSC00599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646339530177798658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My fingers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qovs2QP8yGw/TlvUj6Y5X-I/AAAAAAAACpY/7JT8yow0fUk/s1600/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qovs2QP8yGw/TlvUj6Y5X-I/AAAAAAAACpY/7JT8yow0fUk/s320/DSC00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646340271273238498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Finally, I'm 'eating' his juicy arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sure they'll outgrow the high chairs some day and we can then sit them away from us! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1133726514770036757?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1133726514770036757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1133726514770036757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1133726514770036757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1133726514770036757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/between-us.html' title='Between Us'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-3EflYK3CBt0/TlvT4THKWvI/AAAAAAAACo4/dntfRmG4Hw8/s72-c/DSC00583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6527836569549163779</id><published>2011-08-30T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:20:13.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jareth crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jareth is starting to get mobile. He's mastering his crawl, slowly but not too steady yet. He's beginning to disturb his sister during play sessions. He would 'snatch' her toys and cry if you get it back. His hands would reach for anything and everything, after which goes to his month. He gets lonely when u go out of sight and a tough boy when it comes to meals. I foresee a little rascal in him. Another one in the making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHSsfT-6DX0/TlvQY6pUynI/AAAAAAAACoo/65zLw_JaQMI/s1600/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHSsfT-6DX0/TlvQY6pUynI/AAAAAAAACoo/65zLw_JaQMI/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335684317071986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On all fours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnKfhBgwc8o/TlvQZADuzMI/AAAAAAAACow/6iJZbg5O02w/s1600/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnKfhBgwc8o/TlvQZADuzMI/AAAAAAAACow/6iJZbg5O02w/s320/DSC00551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335685770005698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Moving towards his destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's about six and a half months now. Growth is getting more exciting for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6527836569549163779?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6527836569549163779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6527836569549163779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6527836569549163779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6527836569549163779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/jareth-crawling.html' title='Jareth crawling'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-IHSsfT-6DX0/TlvQY6pUynI/AAAAAAAACoo/65zLw_JaQMI/s72-c/DSC00550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-1436803695167425320</id><published>2011-08-21T23:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:36:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One night with MBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad got a room at MBS for us  to celebrate my mum's birthday. It was an awesome stay for all of us. I  brought the kids along, but wasn't sure about staying a night until we saw  the huge room with 2 beds - One king and one sofa bed. Jazz slept between my parents on the king and Jareth between us on the sofa bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we stepped in, our jaws dropped. The room was really huge with two divisions, the bedroom and the living room. We were all busy exploring the room, and so was Jazz. I should have video-ed her expression, she went round exploring with a very surprised and curious face. She must be wondering who owns this 'house.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-07EkLcXUU/TlEldz-TjII/AAAAAAAACm4/kRYt_euPIMM/s1600/DSC06379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643333002169912450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-07EkLcXUU/TlEldz-TjII/AAAAAAAACm4/kRYt_euPIMM/s320/DSC06379.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The sofa bed that transformed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RigcjeyHVQ/TlElcV8DisI/AAAAAAAACmw/_db-sSU0mbY/s1600/DSC06377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643332976927541954" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RigcjeyHVQ/TlElcV8DisI/AAAAAAAACmw/_db-sSU0mbY/s320/DSC06377.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Two basin toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh3Wx8oqDgI/TlElcP4vC3I/AAAAAAAACmo/VlTV5yybcHo/s1600/DSC06374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643332975303002994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh3Wx8oqDgI/TlElcP4vC3I/AAAAAAAACmo/VlTV5yybcHo/s320/DSC06374.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Bath tub which we didn't really make use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9krrJ4fBNc/TlEleMcg9zI/AAAAAAAACnA/NawmTgSxe0w/s1600/DSC06380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643333008739071794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9krrJ4fBNc/TlEleMcg9zI/AAAAAAAACnA/NawmTgSxe0w/s320/DSC06380.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Busy Jazz walking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling our excitement over the room, we wasted no time in wanting to dip into the sky pool. Hearing and seeing much raves about it, we've not been there till yesterday. The moment the lift door opened on the 57th level, where the sky park and pool are, I was sold! The view is captivating enough to make one speechless. I was so tempted to leave the kids with the man, just so that I can swim in the adult pool in solitude. But being nice, I soaked with the kids in the toddler pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERths_R2Ovk/TlEwPXkQElI/AAAAAAAACoQ/Qm8fhCmAcq8/s1600/DSC06425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643344848654176850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERths_R2Ovk/TlEwPXkQElI/AAAAAAAACoQ/Qm8fhCmAcq8/s320/DSC06425.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Therapeutic view!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3M72CdSRJeE/TlEqQR29rqI/AAAAAAAACng/je3gZT6BGHk/s1600/DSC06437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643338267232153250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3M72CdSRJeE/TlEqQR29rqI/AAAAAAAACng/je3gZT6BGHk/s320/DSC06437.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Jazz loves water fun and Jareth is expressionless most times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VM2gWizIHyc/TlEqP-gAOpI/AAAAAAAACnQ/pjOc-GOPDLY/s1600/DSC06608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643338262035577490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VM2gWizIHyc/TlEqP-gAOpI/AAAAAAAACnQ/pjOc-GOPDLY/s320/DSC06608.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Woah... don't fall. But it's very safe... no fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After water fun, the Js slept and I lazed around the room. My mum and myself were hooked on the in-room coffee maker, we had doses of espresso every now and then! Glad that it didn't keep our night awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Js woke up, we went shopping in the mall and bought 2 boxes of clay for Jazz to play. We got both green and purple clay in hope to make Barney, but we failed big time, we are bad at it. This clay is mess free, it's like play doh, just that it can't be re-used after leaving to dry. Texture wise, I prefer clay to doh, it's grease free and easier to tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we had some indoor activity for Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jhd_2wlzDWs/TlE1fV0Y29I/AAAAAAAACog/eI3tLfwu28I/s1600/DSC06522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643350620621036498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jhd_2wlzDWs/TlE1fV0Y29I/AAAAAAAACog/eI3tLfwu28I/s320/DSC06522.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The boxes of clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qLKe17vBmY/TlErr7Iw17I/AAAAAAAACnw/mhJNFpk6QRA/s1600/DSC06526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643339841680758706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qLKe17vBmY/TlErr7Iw17I/AAAAAAAACnw/mhJNFpk6QRA/s320/DSC06526.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Non-messy clay session &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SoL-PafgBE/TlEr_LbezaI/AAAAAAAACoI/bmSJfHWyvo8/s1600/DSC06539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643340172471750050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SoL-PafgBE/TlEr_LbezaI/AAAAAAAACoI/bmSJfHWyvo8/s320/DSC06539.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Our funny looking figurines and fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The night approached and we explored the sky park again. City lights made the night view magnificent, a moment when you could view the whole of Singapore in one glance. It was also when I realized I have serious height phobia. I was so afraid to be near the edge even though it was safely fenced up. Jazz was the brave one who kept asking me to bring her over. The thought of it is still making me shiver ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EopXNvhNkEA/TlErsnKWkWI/AAAAAAAACoA/fK2Eoi5NGhg/s1600/DSC06556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643339853498585442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EopXNvhNkEA/TlErsnKWkWI/AAAAAAAACoA/fK2Eoi5NGhg/s320/DSC06556.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;My shivery expression...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next day, we had another dip in the pool before handing the room over. After that, I did some shopping while Jazz and the man did a sampan ride. The ride was at $10 per pax. When Jazz got out of the sampan, she told me, "I didn't see any crocodile." Her row boat song has a crocodile mentioned, so I guess she was looking for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWJHJpwFQrI/TlEqPvEFMqI/AAAAAAAACnI/zIqhIpX9HkE/s1600/DSC06738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643338257891930786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWJHJpwFQrI/TlEqPvEFMqI/AAAAAAAACnI/zIqhIpX9HkE/s320/DSC06738.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Row row row your boat, gently down MBS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It really was more than a fruitful weekend, but sometimes, we just can't get away from the hectic roles of a Mum and Dad with the little ones along. Well, I've come to terms with them being part of my fun everywhere and anywhere.&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/6824931878729802483-1436803695167425320?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1436803695167425320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1436803695167425320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1436803695167425320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1436803695167425320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-night-with-mbs.html' title='One night with MBS'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-H-07EkLcXUU/TlEldz-TjII/AAAAAAAACm4/kRYt_euPIMM/s72-c/DSC06379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-163966855823717769</id><published>2011-08-18T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T00:19:17.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn</title><content type='html'>Jazz and myself are quite a popcorn fan, so I got this from NTUC and decided to home pop it in the mircrowave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DS_QRCZHKyM/Tkvos1x0EvI/AAAAAAAACmQ/6coQuJOpWm4/s1600/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DS_QRCZHKyM/Tkvos1x0EvI/AAAAAAAACmQ/6coQuJOpWm4/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641858815259579122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsgYDb8KHaw/TkvpYmNnL0I/AAAAAAAACmg/Wn413mbrkqk/s1600/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsgYDb8KHaw/TkvpYmNnL0I/AAAAAAAACmg/Wn413mbrkqk/s320/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641859566995451714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; It's yucks (to our taste buds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we had fun hearing it pop in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-163966855823717769?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/163966855823717769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=163966855823717769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/163966855823717769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/163966855823717769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/popcorn.html' title='Popcorn'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-DS_QRCZHKyM/Tkvos1x0EvI/AAAAAAAACmQ/6coQuJOpWm4/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-694110968222160159</id><published>2011-08-17T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T00:08:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jareth started his first meal of cereal last Saturday. I've no idea what was it that I've ate or done during pregnancy that gave him those 'octopus hands'. He was a rather difficult to feed because his hands kept reaching for my spoon and bowl. I was constantly trying to balance his bowl of cereal and getting the spoon into his mouth. Sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed him at his freshest and well rested moment - After his nap and when he's not too hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPckpi7mpco/Tkvj_4hn8VI/AAAAAAAACmA/x5ix6XPJWB4/s1600/DSC06323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPckpi7mpco/Tkvj_4hn8VI/AAAAAAAACmA/x5ix6XPJWB4/s320/DSC06323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641853644856357202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A clean bib and a happy baby to begin with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBusxFWEcnk/TkvirDtHzNI/AAAAAAAACl4/WphupU6_zCQ/s1600/DSC06329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBusxFWEcnk/TkvirDtHzNI/AAAAAAAACl4/WphupU6_zCQ/s320/DSC06329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641852187568491730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dripping messily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes his cereal - gave me an 'I want more' look when he finished. But it was a test run, so just that little cereal will do. Jazz was pretty excited when I was feeding Jareth, I allowed her to try, but those octopus hands together with her poor balancing skill resulted in mess. When I fed Jareth this evening, I allowed her to try again with water. Practice got her perfect, she's doing it better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OV7vKdrVxU/TkvkAKySdpI/AAAAAAAACmI/fb5D6qT4JyA/s1600/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OV7vKdrVxU/TkvkAKySdpI/AAAAAAAACmI/fb5D6qT4JyA/s320/DSC00530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641853649758090898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;See how Jazz shaped her mouth when she feeds, "Ahh...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on semi-solids is a very remarkable milestone for Jareth and  myself. He slept through the next few days, except for one day. I'm hoping  this is my light after the tunnel. Please please... let it be. I'm not liking disrupted sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-694110968222160159?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/694110968222160159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=694110968222160159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/694110968222160159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/694110968222160159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-food.html' title='First Food'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-TPckpi7mpco/Tkvj_4hn8VI/AAAAAAAACmA/x5ix6XPJWB4/s72-c/DSC06323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6440291697063337787</id><published>2011-08-11T23:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:57:06.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farms again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man brought us and my mum to farms... again! This time, goat farm, vegetable farm and frog farm. The day was hot, extremely hot. I packed everything we needed except our hats,  my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunglass&lt;/span&gt; and sunblock, how could I have missed them out. I have sun phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was the goat farm - Hay Dairies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pte&lt;/span&gt; Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCc12s9P8d8/TkP1Z1LutAI/AAAAAAAACkg/R4s_7ATT2Dw/s1600/DSC06211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCc12s9P8d8/TkP1Z1LutAI/AAAAAAAACkg/R4s_7ATT2Dw/s320/DSC06211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639620982519804930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Goats were fenced at a distance from humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we arrived at the place, we were welcomed by the very pungent smell of the goats. Children and adults were pinching their nose, so did Jazz. Because of some AVA regulations, we couldn't feed the goats. A little disappointment for Jazz, but that's alright, she fed goats at farm mart the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FX4r9Sm2iuM/TkP1aBQ5_XI/AAAAAAAACko/DD7cH5woqYQ/s1600/DSC06220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FX4r9Sm2iuM/TkP1aBQ5_XI/AAAAAAAACko/DD7cH5woqYQ/s320/DSC06220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639620985762741618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jareth&lt;/span&gt; and a goat posing at the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbwCn_a0rgk/TkP1apsVCPI/AAAAAAAACkw/MIelgKJXzJE/s1600/DSC06228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbwCn_a0rgk/TkP1apsVCPI/AAAAAAAACkw/MIelgKJXzJE/s320/DSC06228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639620996615178482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chocolate goat milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the man to get chocolate milk, hoping that the smell isn't that bad. When I tried, I almost puke! It stinks and it's yucks! But know what, Jazz seems to love it, she finished about a third of it. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was some farm, I don't know what it was, just beside the goat farm. We went in for brisk walk and Jazz feed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; in the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p74TchUJsyU/TkP4gJY-14I/AAAAAAAAClY/c9gqyue3qJQ/s1600/DSC06241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p74TchUJsyU/TkP4gJY-14I/AAAAAAAAClY/c9gqyue3qJQ/s320/DSC06241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639624389558196098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fish food for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked Jazz to put her fingers into the pond and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; will swim to her. I knew they were harmless, they'll just suck and go. Jazz put her fingers in and the suction was rather strong, I saw her tugged forward a little. Then she turned to me (time for revenge, I guess), and asked me to put my fingers in. Frankly, I didn't dare! How could I have asked her to do something which I didn't dare. I saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;koi's&lt;/span&gt; huge mouth and I backed out. Even the man wasn't keen to take up the challenge. I felt kind of bad to have 'cheated' her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkat9Db8uKk/TkQCmETo2UI/AAAAAAAAClg/zGPgKOMmalM/s1600/DSC06233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkat9Db8uKk/TkQCmETo2UI/AAAAAAAAClg/zGPgKOMmalM/s320/DSC06233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639635486389098818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;See their huge mouths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third destination was the frog farm - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt; Frog Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all about frogs, many of them! And bullfrogs are really not quite good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3S70UeiYO-o/TkP3C0R-DXI/AAAAAAAACk4/8YekIFAUMpU/s1600/DSC06280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3S70UeiYO-o/TkP3C0R-DXI/AAAAAAAACk4/8YekIFAUMpU/s320/DSC06280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639622786163805554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nope, I didn't pick the frog&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We're all fearful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzIcOQ6xwcg/TkP3DKIVOWI/AAAAAAAAClA/LJydQwqxbs0/s1600/DSC06281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzIcOQ6xwcg/TkP3DKIVOWI/AAAAAAAAClA/LJydQwqxbs0/s320/DSC06281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639622792028961122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jareth&lt;/span&gt; has no idea who he's facing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm glad he didn't kiss it, don't want him to meet frog prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were all tired after three stops, but not forgoing the last stop, vegetable farm - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fah&lt;/span&gt; Technology Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greens are beautifully grown and sold here, even greener than those in the supermarkets. But there's just as much as we can buy, these greens are perishable within days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72CP2hebg_w/TkP3Ds4xuLI/AAAAAAAAClI/7GIanNTkank/s1600/DSC06312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72CP2hebg_w/TkP3Ds4xuLI/AAAAAAAAClI/7GIanNTkank/s320/DSC06312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639622801358960818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Harvesting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bittergourd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we ended our long and perspiring farm trip. When home, it was shower for everyone except the mummy. I headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and these were the dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOygG2FfMR0/TkP4fomzDtI/AAAAAAAAClQ/8tTt-AxcQB0/s1600/DSC06321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOygG2FfMR0/TkP4fomzDtI/AAAAAAAAClQ/8tTt-AxcQB0/s320/DSC06321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639624380757774034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'Gong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;' Frog leg and potato leaves from the farms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plates were polished clean with all food in our tummies. Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have enough of farms, I guess. At least for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6440291697063337787?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6440291697063337787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6440291697063337787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6440291697063337787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6440291697063337787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/farms-again.html' title='Farms again'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-eCc12s9P8d8/TkP1Z1LutAI/AAAAAAAACkg/R4s_7ATT2Dw/s72-c/DSC06211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-3718776130010409686</id><published>2011-08-09T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:59:00.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillar Jareth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little Jareth moves like a caterpillar now. He has yet to master the skill of crawling, so he wriggled his way through to get what he wants. My man threw his lens cover, and Jareth tried all might to get it. I didn't know my man video-ed him. When I was watching it, I asked if Jareth eventually retrieved it, and I doubted. Watch for answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ddf81fb21db160b7" 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://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dddf81fb21db160b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BDD348DA049FFEE6D9E75B02593C61E8AA7E2A3.44B37896D3EB52522319B5078B9ADBB563E21AD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dddf81fb21db160b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1JcKO3nruq4ChfDtpj3AkOCysI0&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://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dddf81fb21db160b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BDD348DA049FFEE6D9E75B02593C61E8AA7E2A3.44B37896D3EB52522319B5078B9ADBB563E21AD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dddf81fb21db160b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1JcKO3nruq4ChfDtpj3AkOCysI0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jareth wriggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got what he wanted, and for putting it into his mouth, it got confiscated. Haha. At least he didn't give up on his goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-3718776130010409686?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3718776130010409686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=3718776130010409686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3718776130010409686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3718776130010409686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/caterpillar-jareth.html' title='Caterpillar Jareth'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-5402897936797985202</id><published>2011-08-08T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:28:56.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are we running out of places to go? I've been staying around my area for near five years and it's the first time we strolled down the streets on a Sunday evening!!! My home is in the middle of Little India and my Sunday evenings are usually swarmed by foreign workers. By foot or by car, they are really massive beings who gather in groups at any corner and cross the roads like nobody's business. I wonder why jay walkers are never fined here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our mission that day was to get Indian food. My dad has been craving for nan and so we made a trip to satisfy that carving of his. I've no idea why a Sunday of all days. Together with my parents, my elder brother and his girlfriend, we walked to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7HQwgEXvy0/Tj_-ceg11JI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vcV62Gsy838/s1600/DSC06067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7HQwgEXvy0/Tj_-ceg11JI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vcV62Gsy838/s320/DSC06067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638505023671751826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;See the crowd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOoT34gayJ8/Tj_-csEc3AI/AAAAAAAACjY/mnj26nPbU6k/s1600/DSC06073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOoT34gayJ8/Tj_-csEc3AI/AAAAAAAACjY/mnj26nPbU6k/s320/DSC06073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638505027310771202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Walking was not possible for little children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2Adl5LYkYc/Tj_-c8NXDOI/AAAAAAAACjg/IjqWyUfeCW4/s1600/DSC06074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T2Adl5LYkYc/Tj_-c8NXDOI/AAAAAAAACjg/IjqWyUfeCW4/s320/DSC06074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638505031643106530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My dad joined the crowd to shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HE579Ygg37s/Tj__MxyJAUI/AAAAAAAACjo/4nbmq1kQtMo/s1600/DSC06077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HE579Ygg37s/Tj__MxyJAUI/AAAAAAAACjo/4nbmq1kQtMo/s320/DSC06077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638505853478306114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Arriving at destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We called it the animal restaurant. Drive along Serangoon road and you'll not miss it on your right. It's creatively embellished to the jungle theme and came into business early this year. It caught Jazz's attention whenever we drove past. In fact, it was our second time to the restaurant. This time, the man got his camera ready to capture some truly India scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxAbYabrMII/Tj__NZaRnJI/AAAAAAAACjw/DrhrVDMfp3E/s1600/DSC06079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxAbYabrMII/Tj__NZaRnJI/AAAAAAAACjw/DrhrVDMfp3E/s320/DSC06079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638505864115625106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"The jungle tandoor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I fed Jazz before we proceeded to have adult food, the spicy spread. It was hard to keep her still once we entered. She wanted to go here, there and everywhere to explore the place and discover the animals. It was really like a dinner in the jungle, the lighting was dim and you feel creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the food be be served, Jazz went round taking pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snFgjd438qw/TkAA7SGqS_I/AAAAAAAACkI/kl-7-Fc5vFM/s1600/DSC06099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snFgjd438qw/TkAA7SGqS_I/AAAAAAAACkI/kl-7-Fc5vFM/s320/DSC06099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638507751939918834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Monkey above them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkU4795a0R4/TkAA61eOv1I/AAAAAAAACkA/6LGIPYQTV_o/s1600/DSC06091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkU4795a0R4/TkAA61eOv1I/AAAAAAAACkA/6LGIPYQTV_o/s320/DSC06091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638507744254148434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Little boy is hungry, 'munching' his daddy's arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-408zUeZcb3g/TkAA72AJRII/AAAAAAAACkY/hL_BQXgue7U/s1600/DSC06136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-408zUeZcb3g/TkAA72AJRII/AAAAAAAACkY/hL_BQXgue7U/s320/DSC06136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638507761576264834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Being occupied by diapers bag, while I managed to eat in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNYRGeF0Cns/Tj__NsTN2TI/AAAAAAAACj4/-og2YRCvIYU/s1600/DSC06085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNYRGeF0Cns/Tj__NsTN2TI/AAAAAAAACj4/-og2YRCvIYU/s320/DSC06085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638505869186292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With the very tame Leopard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqhq7nueV-A/TkAA7nfEvpI/AAAAAAAACkQ/E2FcLh_YwfY/s1600/DSC06132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqhq7nueV-A/TkAA7nfEvpI/AAAAAAAACkQ/E2FcLh_YwfY/s320/DSC06132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638507757679459986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Great dishes and yummy nans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their food is yummy and it's not too bad dining here. Only thing is their very heavy wooden bench that makes sitting uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many great Indian food around my area to be explored. It's not difficult to love Indian food. Remember to explore them on any days, other than Sundays, unless you want to have a taste of truly India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5402897936797985202?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5402897936797985202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5402897936797985202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5402897936797985202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5402897936797985202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/animal-restaurant.html' title='Animal Restaurant'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-S7HQwgEXvy0/Tj_-ceg11JI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vcV62Gsy838/s72-c/DSC06067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-9180314889151442516</id><published>2011-08-02T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:14:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artworks done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally completed what I've been procrastinating to do, or rather, waiting for a day with no disturbance from the kids. I've finished my artworks for Jareth's plain rompers. Phew, still in time before he outgrows them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TKcfibjQEY/Tjgegm8FIpI/AAAAAAAACjI/g7mMCA2RgkU/s1600/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_TKcfibjQEY/Tjgegm8FIpI/AAAAAAAACjI/g7mMCA2RgkU/s320/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636288479211365010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Completed six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very certain of my lack in creativity and talent, but at least I completed them. Iron on labels made it easier for me. They'll all be ready for wear after a gentle wash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-9180314889151442516?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9180314889151442516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=9180314889151442516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/9180314889151442516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/9180314889151442516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/artworks-done.html' title='Artworks done'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-_TKcfibjQEY/Tjgegm8FIpI/AAAAAAAACjI/g7mMCA2RgkU/s72-c/DSC00446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-8230545695894004912</id><published>2011-07-31T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:02:57.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had our dinner at McDonald this evening. Together with our burgers, fries and coke, we enjoyed our meal with great music played in the restaurant. Then came an upbeat song and Jazz went dancing off her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82766cd687ef5c90" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82766cd687ef5c90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2777CED1CF487641AA98DBB67FEF0E3E07674667.300FC1480256D3902CAC66ABB2717EE6B2BECF9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82766cd687ef5c90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8VJ06-Hb9WvA9gmpsfTjxArPZ8A&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82766cd687ef5c90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2777CED1CF487641AA98DBB67FEF0E3E07674667.300FC1480256D3902CAC66ABB2717EE6B2BECF9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82766cd687ef5c90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8VJ06-Hb9WvA9gmpsfTjxArPZ8A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My little dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She got shy and ended her dance. After I stopped videoing her, she whispered to me, "Black black uncle looking at me." I turned and realised she invited stares, if not, I think she would have continued dancing. We have a common trait, both love dancing! Hmm, I mean I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I didn't mean to teach rudeness, but because of my residential location, my man always reference the darker skinned people as black black uncle. No punk intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-8230545695894004912?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8230545695894004912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8230545695894004912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8230545695894004912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8230545695894004912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-dancer.html' title='Little dancer'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-3800488640004845662</id><published>2011-07-30T22:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:02:57.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jareth's vaccination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm kind of sicko, I video-ed Jareth's vaccination. Instead of trying to anticipate and comfort his pain, I took a video of his jab. I did it for Jazz, and now for Jareth. I find it so adorable to see them startle and cry when the needle approaches. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6e1c13c312e58bc" 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://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6e1c13c312e58bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D439D54A11DE4381BB272EBC285EFD3DCEC35DB9E.1593BA93565D88C21E574AC957B867F4F71EBD4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6e1c13c312e58bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhnPiQqPkF7ke1okrUZ522yDjsoU&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://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6e1c13c312e58bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D439D54A11DE4381BB272EBC285EFD3DCEC35DB9E.1593BA93565D88C21E574AC957B867F4F71EBD4D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6e1c13c312e58bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhnPiQqPkF7ke1okrUZ522yDjsoU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vaccination time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to know it was needle time, constantly pulling my sleeve before being poked on his juicy thigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-3800488640004845662?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3800488640004845662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=3800488640004845662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3800488640004845662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3800488640004845662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-kind-of-sicko-i-video-ed-jareths.html' title='Jareth&apos;s vaccination'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-8762312461098595069</id><published>2011-07-24T00:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:53:17.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where did we go today? We visited farms! Fish farm and farm mart. Both  in the wild wild west at Lim Chu Kang. It was a hot and sunny day,  which makes the weather just perfect for our outdoor plans. Our first stop was the  Qian Hu fish farm, followed by the farm mart. There really are many many different types of fishes in the fish farm. Some fishes are really 'valuable', they can be sold for up to thousands of bucks! What an expensive hobby to be in love with fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY72KiytdlE/Tir2FFUsqhI/AAAAAAAACh4/lwt4WQL_Tgk/s1600/DSC05930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FY72KiytdlE/Tir2FFUsqhI/AAAAAAAACh4/lwt4WQL_Tgk/s320/DSC05930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632584851168995858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fish abuse? Tattoos on them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOueYm-55Ro/Tir2E7hdmQI/AAAAAAAAChw/KTuRbGmB8tY/s1600/DSC05918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TOueYm-55Ro/Tir2E7hdmQI/AAAAAAAAChw/KTuRbGmB8tY/s320/DSC05918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632584848538179842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They're all fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deC68UhHg8w/Tir2FWdkNSI/AAAAAAAACiA/c4uddNsT_ww/s1600/DSC05932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deC68UhHg8w/Tir2FWdkNSI/AAAAAAAACiA/c4uddNsT_ww/s320/DSC05932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632584855769593122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Another type of stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After viewing, we went catching "long kang (drain)" fish. The fishes were so difficult to catch, and the net was so small. When I tried, I knew it was a challenge for Jazz. The fishes swim really fast and swift, they disappear when the net or human comes near. The man and myself contributed to the catches. Jazz caught one fish... but a dead one. I saw the enlightenment on her face, but I've to tell her it's a dead fish. She really was excited over her successful catch until we told her, it wasn't a count. Come to think of it, I should have just kept quiet and allowed her to put it into the tank. Praises are so essential for the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our catch with about ten fishes, and brought them home. The catch was $5 for half hour, includes a tank to bring the fishes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ryVCB9tLQ9w/Tir6WcvCmnI/AAAAAAAACiI/nYP9x9aF_Ac/s1600/DSC05938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ryVCB9tLQ9w/Tir6WcvCmnI/AAAAAAAACiI/nYP9x9aF_Ac/s320/DSC05938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632589547557788274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxGeKbC88Js/Tir84DSQIUI/AAAAAAAACi4/egiG65ThdFQ/s1600/DSC05946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxGeKbC88Js/Tir84DSQIUI/AAAAAAAACi4/egiG65ThdFQ/s320/DSC05946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632592323864961346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Her tank of fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgX6faOgjJg/Tir84pEZVJI/AAAAAAAACjA/eOhqAghR1Ts/s1600/DSC05969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MgX6faOgjJg/Tir84pEZVJI/AAAAAAAACjA/eOhqAghR1Ts/s320/DSC05969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632592334007391378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Quenching my thirst, not Jareth's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the farm mart, there were animals like parrots, rabbits, goats, bullfrogs and tortoises. My usually brave little girl didn't dare to feed the tame goats, but she had fun feeding the rabbits. She put her fingers so near the rabbits' mouth that I fear for her. I was bitten by a rabbit before, so they didn't leave me good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PQjl3CW0T0/Tir7EsvDBGI/AAAAAAAACiw/VcN1vvh99Sg/s1600/DSC05978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6PQjl3CW0T0/Tir7EsvDBGI/AAAAAAAACiw/VcN1vvh99Sg/s320/DSC05978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632590342126765154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Beautiful blue parrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7jl2L1usBM/Tir6WpixsWI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6Cam6MGmyOU/s1600/DSC05992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7jl2L1usBM/Tir6WpixsWI/AAAAAAAACiQ/6Cam6MGmyOU/s320/DSC05992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632589550996009314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Braved herself for only one feed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IonRL2iD3So/Tir6Wy_iqxI/AAAAAAAACiY/V6SBmEetk3Y/s1600/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IonRL2iD3So/Tir6Wy_iqxI/AAAAAAAACiY/V6SBmEetk3Y/s320/DSC06000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632589553532578578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She loves feeding the rabbits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each packet of animal food is at $1. We spent $1 on goats and $2 on rabbits because she asked for more! Visiting farms are budget spending with ultimate fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final stop was answering the call of our tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPu2RV958Yg/Tir7ETjrL2I/AAAAAAAACio/HhwYxhMUMUg/s1600/DSC06038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPu2RV958Yg/Tir7ETjrL2I/AAAAAAAACio/HhwYxhMUMUg/s320/DSC06038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632590335368179554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3 dishes, 1 soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jazz enjoyed herself and Jareth was really well behaved in the carrier throughout the day. He was a no fuss baby when we walked through the farms, I guess he was enjoying the trip as much as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-8762312461098595069?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8762312461098595069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8762312461098595069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8762312461098595069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8762312461098595069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/farms.html' title='Farms!'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-FY72KiytdlE/Tir2FFUsqhI/AAAAAAAACh4/lwt4WQL_Tgk/s72-c/DSC05930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-8652648521600658177</id><published>2011-07-23T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:47:37.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you have a small and a big baby, it means more money spent on diapers! Early this afternoon, the man went down to Carrefour to stock up diapers. This is what sale did to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofbpAvlL1Ig/Tirddn9UixI/AAAAAAAACho/GMe4pEWeEq8/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofbpAvlL1Ig/Tirddn9UixI/AAAAAAAACho/GMe4pEWeEq8/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632557784992353042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Each box at $24.45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count it right? There are 8 boxes (Exclude my 2 boxes of avocado)! All for the Js. I wonder how long these are gonna last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-8652648521600658177?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8652648521600658177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=8652648521600658177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8652648521600658177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/8652648521600658177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-have-2.html' title='When you have 2'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-ofbpAvlL1Ig/Tirddn9UixI/AAAAAAAACho/GMe4pEWeEq8/s72-c/IMG_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-6410440913344541994</id><published>2011-07-22T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:21:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless buys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though Jareth is my second child, I've still some stuff to buy which I didn't get when I birthed Jazz. I got these items upon Jareth's arrival:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIDdZIq_J0c/TihStNP4tmI/AAAAAAAAChQ/QC49ecu5D9k/s1600/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIDdZIq_J0c/TihStNP4tmI/AAAAAAAAChQ/QC49ecu5D9k/s320/DSC03398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631842270630688354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pupsik pouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this from mothercare at some discount. As he grows by days, he didn't like being couch to sleep in this manner. It served me well up to his third month. Although it still can be used for him to sit upright, I didn't really further it's usage. This pupsik pouch comes in 3 different sizes, purchased according to one's weight. It can't be shared around if we're of different sizes, so I couldn't share with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0JGH4vLer4/TihWgHGn05I/AAAAAAAAChg/upwx_nMcano/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0JGH4vLer4/TihWgHGn05I/AAAAAAAAChg/upwx_nMcano/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631846443689431954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Baby Bjorn carrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this from Kiddy palace at some discount too. It's still serving me well. I use this for short trips like groceries shopping. He can doze off anytime in here. And he likes being carried this way while I do my shopping. I like the convenience and being able to get my hands free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWpCLx14lfw/TihSryJGZJI/AAAAAAAACgw/SqXNpUzRANo/s1600/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWpCLx14lfw/TihSryJGZJI/AAAAAAAACgw/SqXNpUzRANo/s320/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631842246174598290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MPJ Nursing cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This really is one of my best investment. It allows me to nurse almost anytime and anywhere, without having to panic about getting to a nursing room. It's really easy to use, lug it over shoulders, hide the baby in and milk. A must have item in my bag if I'm bringing him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSW5dAJqVz8/TihSs_9JXQI/AAAAAAAAChI/rpOTa_VXb1E/s1600/DSC03982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSW5dAJqVz8/TihSs_9JXQI/AAAAAAAAChI/rpOTa_VXb1E/s320/DSC03982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631842267062426882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dwinguler play mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to get this mat for the longest time since I had Jazz. I'll never forget how Jazz fell from my bed when she was 6 months young. I neglected her growth, left her on the bed, went for my shower and she fell. From then, it's always floor level for all activities. This play mat is serving us very well. The Js play, milk and even sleep on it. The parents nap on it as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pacT3OVjnys/TihSsQQ_e0I/AAAAAAAAChA/DsGvTfEss2g/s1600/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pacT3OVjnys/TihSsQQ_e0I/AAAAAAAAChA/DsGvTfEss2g/s320/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631842254260763458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bumbo seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this bumbo very recently, 3 days ago to be exact. He likes to sit upright, but still unable to sit independently. This bumbo allows him to have upright view without having us to carry. He watches TV in his bumbo and soon, he'll start semi-solids on it. I got this on sale from Spring maternity. You can purchase it with or without the tray. The man bought it with a tray though. My mum and myself like this new buy. Spares us from aching arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehJ73E4tqCU/TihSsPDdP1I/AAAAAAAACg4/zj4ClckaDBM/s1600/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehJ73E4tqCU/TihSsPDdP1I/AAAAAAAACg4/zj4ClckaDBM/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631842253935558482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mambo baby pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this hands down from a Mummy on Singapore Motherhood Forum. I bargained to get it at $30 for the pool. So far, I've only used it twice. I bought just so that he can have some water play without dipping into those cold pools out there. In the end, Jazz loves playing in it, much more than Jareth. It's litres of water wasted in here, but I used the water to wash their toys and toilets after their play, at least I recycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should have a number 3 to maximize these items' and make my spending worth. So you see why I can't live without a job? Just so that I can have these buys. Goodness! Someone cuff my hands or freeze my account please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-6410440913344541994?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6410440913344541994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=6410440913344541994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6410440913344541994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/6410440913344541994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/endless-buys.html' title='Endless buys'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-oIDdZIq_J0c/TihStNP4tmI/AAAAAAAAChQ/QC49ecu5D9k/s72-c/DSC03398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-214931856621731099</id><published>2011-07-21T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:53:05.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.O.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learned a new acronym today, P.O.P - Prisoner of Parenthood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm imprisoned with a lifetime sentence, perhaps, a lighter sentence as years goes by. It's true that life will never be the same with kids. Positively or negatively, it's just never the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-214931856621731099?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/214931856621731099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=214931856621731099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/214931856621731099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/214931856621731099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/pop.html' title='P.O.P'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-3298541109369857964</id><published>2011-07-17T01:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:40:10.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explore English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend, I attended a workshop with the man on, "Helping your child to speak good English."It was conducted by Mr Paul Edward Osgodby from UK. I attended it not as if I really wanted my kids to speak good English, but I taught it was more for us, the parents. If we speak well, the kids will. And I thought English is a language that requires consistent and continuous learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese, we have a clear line on  using only the modern Chinese way of writing in our local context, no qualms about it. Whereas in English, we are still very much mixed up between the British and the US lingo. In school, we adopt the British style of learning, we spell and speak the British way. Yet in media, we are very much influenced by the US - Movies, cartoons, educational programmes, magazines, books and even software like microsoft word, corrects English to its US style. I'm not sure about you, but I'm always confused by the different spelling of English. Although, in an examination, one shouldn't be penalised when colour is spelt as color, or organise as organize. It's all about being consistent with the style adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, back to the workshop, I walked out with some fruitful learning and here are some tidbits I walked away with to share. We learned on the commonly mispronounced words and how to pronounce the 'th' sound. Here are some samples to try on the 'th' sound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;three&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;healthy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Notice the 'th' within the different parts of the words? I didn't much appreciate the 'th' sound until attending this workshop. To pronounce this sound, stick your tongue out between your teeth, blow the air out between your tongue and front teeth. Got it? Now try the above words and see if you've got 'three' as THree and not tree. The commonly mispronounced 3, even myself at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we went through some of the commonly mispronounced words:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuition (too-i-shion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salmon (sa-mon, a silent 'l')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calender (care-len-der)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sachet (sa shey, a french word, so kind of tricky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photography (fur-tog-rur-phy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wednesday (wenz-day, as a two syllabus word, not three)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Figured them right? I'm limited by the sounding ability of this blog, I hope my side notes helped. And there are many many more words to explore. So then, to get ourselves easily understood across the countries, I doubt it's the slang, it's about getting the pronunciations right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English takes a whole life time to explore, we stop learning and writing Chinese once we're out of school. But English is never neglected, it's just as important in our everyday life. How a person speaks and writes impresses and impacts. Everyone can speak and write, but not many can speak and write Good English, it really is a skill to master. Some say English is crazy, just like how you can't find egg in eggplant, ham in hamburger or apple in pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that to conclude, I must admit that Singlish is still very much practiced at home. I don't foresee ourselves being able to doing away with the la, lor and lei. So see la, how speak good English. Never mind, this makes us unique as Singaporeans, just get the pronunciations, grammer and tenses right, I think we're good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-3298541109369857964?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3298541109369857964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=3298541109369857964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3298541109369857964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/3298541109369857964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/explore-english.html' title='Explore English'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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-6824931878729802483.post-1354041571655553466</id><published>2011-07-14T22:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:29:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to underwater world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We brought Jazz to the Underwater world last Sunday. It was a promise hanging on her daddy's lips for weeks before it finally realised. That day was really hot! But we still prefer Mr Sun to Mr rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had the excursion bag packed all for the adults and the kids. Diapers, snacks, plenty of water, hats and I felt like I packed the whole house in. The load became lighter when my mum offered to babysit Jareth. It was much easier to just lug a toddler out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we began our underwater journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4_P3Jl5VUM/Th752yze6TI/AAAAAAAACfY/ndhIU08Wulo/s1600/DSC05770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4_P3Jl5VUM/Th752yze6TI/AAAAAAAACfY/ndhIU08Wulo/s320/DSC05770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629211304005658930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Surrounded by underwater creature&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MiAvIaLdpQ/Th77Ag-QUyI/AAAAAAAACfo/F5XqGrA3fZQ/s1600/DSC05776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_MiAvIaLdpQ/Th77Ag-QUyI/AAAAAAAACfo/F5XqGrA3fZQ/s320/DSC05776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629212570529321762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gigantic fish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSWmd9LJqhE/Th752f7plaI/AAAAAAAACfQ/lc2CyxbMGiQ/s1600/DSC05749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSWmd9LJqhE/Th752f7plaI/AAAAAAAACfQ/lc2CyxbMGiQ/s320/DSC05749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629211298939639202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Putting her hand into the tank to touch the fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6vb6TCz5rQ/Th77AyYd5wI/AAAAAAAACfw/FUqGWUe5ddk/s1600/DSC05799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6vb6TCz5rQ/Th77AyYd5wI/AAAAAAAACfw/FUqGWUe5ddk/s320/DSC05799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629212575202666242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With Mr Shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KczTpZxisjI/Th77BR_g7yI/AAAAAAAACf4/I1p1mJfDsug/s1600/DSC05813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KczTpZxisjI/Th77BR_g7yI/AAAAAAAACf4/I1p1mJfDsug/s320/DSC05813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629212583687941922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Foot reflexology with the fishes that eat dead skin. Jazz didn't dare to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbo3TtzpoYI/Th77BpONg5I/AAAAAAAACgA/R7Vnstw3Cgg/s1600/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbo3TtzpoYI/Th77BpONg5I/AAAAAAAACgA/R7Vnstw3Cgg/s320/DSC05815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629212589923599250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;While relaxing our foot, Jazz fell asleep in daddy's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she woke up from her nap, she was all energetic again. But the adults were tired, we took a little more pictures and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1MiRDSK7p8/Th8G_Gh5jjI/AAAAAAAACgg/IdwhDxYqDuM/s1600/DSC05681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1MiRDSK7p8/Th8G_Gh5jjI/AAAAAAAACgg/IdwhDxYqDuM/s320/DSC05681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629225740390731314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With her favourite Jelly Belly beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BB7iIyKf260/Th8A89XNa2I/AAAAAAAACgY/Vbn_lhAW2x8/s1600/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BB7iIyKf260/Th8A89XNa2I/AAAAAAAACgY/Vbn_lhAW2x8/s320/DSC05866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629219106500471650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She sure can pose with lolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaCsL46OkmY/Th78TRESs6I/AAAAAAAACgI/lKnVIlMEHzQ/s1600/DSC05863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaCsL46OkmY/Th78TRESs6I/AAAAAAAACgI/lKnVIlMEHzQ/s320/DSC05863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629213992188818338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With huge m &amp;amp; m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Underwater world has many visitors during weekends, both tourists and locals. The entrance is free for kids below 3, but pricey for the adults. Only good to go as an eye opener for the little ones in a blue blue moon. Nothing much be impressed about, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty ambitious about conquering the different attractions in Sentosa that day, but my body couldn't match my thought. I was much exhausted just after these few activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I meant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TA2rHVqp0sI/Th8KAbIwC9I/AAAAAAAACgo/blvFvMin4_o/s1600/DSC05825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TA2rHVqp0sI/Th8KAbIwC9I/AAAAAAAACgo/blvFvMin4_o/s320/DSC05825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629229061637147602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And with such signs, it means home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the promise to the little girl is fulfilled. What freaks us out is when she says, "I want to go to the Underwater world again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-1354041571655553466?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1354041571655553466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=1354041571655553466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1354041571655553466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/1354041571655553466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/trip-to-underwater-world.html' title='Trip to underwater world'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-w4_P3Jl5VUM/Th752yze6TI/AAAAAAAACfY/ndhIU08Wulo/s72-c/DSC05770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-5513623673789347617</id><published>2011-07-09T23:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:20:58.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Caterpillar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having always coming across, 'Eric Carle', a children's story writer, I've decided to get this book that I read raves about, "The very hungry caterpillar." Jazz loves it very much. She loves any kinds of books I get for her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This book teaches the days of the week, from Sunday through the next Sunday. The illustrations are very good and it narrates the days well. The book follows a caterpillar as it eats its way through a wide variety of food before pupating and emerging as a butterfly. It teaches the days of the week and a butterfly's life stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IfZXmnR2Tc/Thh0xspxzoI/AAAAAAAACe8/qn--vFHxmRs/s1600/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IfZXmnR2Tc/Thh0xspxzoI/AAAAAAAACe8/qn--vFHxmRs/s320/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627376131548237442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's "The very hungry caterpillar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZND7sNKukc/Thh0x_2MWGI/AAAAAAAACfE/derfStLXw80/s1600/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZND7sNKukc/Thh0x_2MWGI/AAAAAAAACfE/derfStLXw80/s320/DSC00308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627376136700581986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There are holes punched in the 'food' that the caterpillar ate through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always felt that dates, time and days are intangible, it can be a  little difficult to teach than the tangible subjects. Moreover, dates,  time and days are of no importance to toddlers. We are their walking  diaries, their schedules are in our mind and they follow the routine we  set for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach Jazz time in a simple way, I told her,  "when the sun comes up, you wake up, when the moon is out and sun goes  down, you go to bed." Other than that, she knows that lunch is for noon  and dinner is for evening. I don't talk to her about dates because they  don't really matter to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I heard her singing a  song about the days of the week. And obviously, I didn't teach her about  them, I just got this book fresh yesterday. I was coincidentally in  line with her school's curriculum. So that made everything easy for me,  there wasn't much explanation on my part when I read to her. After the  story, I told her, "On Monday to Friday, you go to school while Daddy  and Mummy go to work. There's no school on Saturday and Sunday." I hope  she understands what I was trying to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the first day of a week isn't Monday, It's Sunday. The book began with a Sunday... Good read for the little ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-5513623673789347617?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5513623673789347617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=5513623673789347617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5513623673789347617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/5513623673789347617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/hungry-caterpillar.html' title='Hungry Caterpillar'/><author><name>Jazzelle and Jareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682825589794836955</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/-0IfZXmnR2Tc/Thh0xspxzoI/AAAAAAAACe8/qn--vFHxmRs/s72-c/DSC00307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824931878729802483.post-316785712730440861</id><published>2011-07-09T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:55:19.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sis and Little Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took Jazz some time to adapt to the arrival of her little brother. There was jealously, extreme misbehaviours and tantrums. There  were even moments when Jazz would challenge us to hit his little  brother. That was scary! But well, time smoothed things out for her. Now, she would play, read, sing and change his diapers (with supervision of course). In our everyday routine, we would bring Jareth into our conversations,  we would kiss him before leaving home and greet him when we're home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaCfYcqRcpc/ThgulvEEMVI/AAAAAAAACes/ELUmH5MRm2o/s1600/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaCfYcqRcpc/ThgulvEEMVI/AAAAAAAACes/ELUmH5MRm2o/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627298960222990674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They play together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws6U-cae-M8/Thgul4puHzI/AAAAAAAACe0/RWdJch2sZdI/s1600/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws6U-cae-M8/Thgul4puHzI/AAAAAAAACe0/RWdJch2sZdI/s320/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627298962796846898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They watch baby signing together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKd_2wQYwOQ/Thgt2CJ2IqI/AAAAAAAACek/mdWOr1wD0lo/s1600/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKd_2wQYwOQ/Thgt2CJ2IqI/AAAAAAAACek/mdWOr1wD0lo/s320/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627298140713788066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jazz entertains Jareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd3Mym82TIw/ThgtlnaXP-I/AAAAAAAACec/xtKFP2EqlwU/s1600/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd3Mym82TIw/ThgtlnaXP-I/AAAAAAAACec/xtKFP2EqlwU/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627297858657402850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jazz reads for Jareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not kidding you, she was really reading to him. Jazz has these category of favourite books and from here, there are books that she knows how to narrate just from the pictures. We've read those books umpteen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope the children will grow up with great sisterly and brotherly love and bonding for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824931878729802483-316785712730440861?l=littlejazzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlejazzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/316785712730440861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824931878729802483&amp;postID=316785712730440861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/316785712730440861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824931878729802483/posts/default/316785712730440861'/><link rel='
