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Liam’s 1st night in his own room

We have decided to send Liam to a kindie since he started saying, “I want to go school” at every chance he gets. So yesterday, we took him to a prospective school! Gareth and I were only planning on discussing the nitty gritty aka $$$ but the principal assigned a teacher to watch over Liam while we were in the office and boy, was he chuffed! 

He took to the school like duck to water. At first, sitting down calmly playing with puzzles, then following other kids around and before long he was dashing in and out of the principal’s office like he owned the place. I nervously said to the principal, “You will have a handful with this one”, but she smiled brightly at me and said, “Don’t worry, mummy!”. Did that assuage my worry? Of course not, are you kidding lol

Anyway, since Liam is going to school in less than two weeks, we realised he has to start waking up early. Like really, really, really early. I am not sure who I fear for more, myself or him haha. I mean, his regular bedtime is loosely midnight but sometimes he hit the sack at 3am 😑

We believed in just chalking up 12 hours of snooze a day for him so was never really bothered by when he goes to bed, just what time he wakes up. Well, well done and congratulations Kim cause now you have to get him in bed by 9pm. I know some parents have their kids tucked in by 7.30pm, power to you folks but that sounds like a friggin’ prison sentence to me. 

So after we got back from the kindie, we decided to bite the bullet and start Liam’s sleep training straightaway. Poor thing didn’t get to nap and fell asleep in his chair in the middle of colouring. 

Had to wake him up after taking this picture, poor Liam.

He was so angry after I woke him up I had to pacify him with snacks and a couple of episodes of Tayo the Little Bus on tele.

Here, he is too wrecked to care. He refused to get up for dinner. Look at those eyes contemplating his shitty life.

My target was to get him showered and in bed by 9.30pm but I missed the mark by an hour at 10.30pm. No matter it was still very early considering he went to bed at 2am the night before. 

Oh and did I forget to say? We also decided to make things more challenging by putting him to bed in his own room. HIS OWN FRIGGIN ROOM! 

Other than the first month of his life of where he spent in the hospital’s NICU, Liam has never slept on his own without at least me, Gareth or his grandpa by his side. We started prepping him about sleeping in his own room quite sometime ago but he always managed very witty comebacks, such as “I don’t want to sleep in my room”, “No sleeping in Liam’s room” or a succinct “No”. 

So last night while tucking him in, I very calmly (emphasise “calmly” because on the inside I was hysterical omg I am abandoning him, he’s going to come at me aged 35, telling me I’ve ruined his life and given him serious pyschological issues), repeatedly assure him that he’s a “big boy”, that big boys sleep in big boys’ room, mummy sleeps in mummy’s room, that his room is nice cause all his books are in it etc etc etc. 

He seemed agreeable and fell asleep willingly with his fingers embedded on the inside of my armpit. I made my escape, exited his room and came down the stairs triumphantly. Leisurely folded laundry and watched an episode of GLOW on Netflix (certified fresh by yours truly). Ahhh, this isn’t so hard actually. 

1.5 hours later, the first animalistic cry rang through the house. Gareth went up to pacify him. Not long after, he came down telling me Liam wants mummy. I gave Gareth the evils, and continued drinking my tea in silence. I could still hear Liam sobbing from downstairs but I hardened my heart. 

He finally stopped crying after what seemed like am eternity. It was only 15 minutes in reality. I went up the stairs very quietly but I heard a door opened and out came this adorable little poppet with tear-rimmed eyes at the top of our staircase saying, in a trembling voice, “Mummy, mummy hug please”. Oh my heart :(

I scooped him up, carried him back to his bed and very calmly told him that it’s okay. I repeated what I said the first time and I kept kissing him on the forehead, sang with him. I also turned on the nightlight, which I referred to as “baby light” and brought him Roxy, a stuffed bunny and Hoppig, a stuffed dog. He’s always slept in pitch darkness and he’s never attached to his soft toys so I didn’t even think that any of these could comfort him but they did! 

I told him in a cheeky voice that Roxy has an armpit too (he needed to fiddle with my armpit everynight before sleeping, yes ladies and gentlemen my son’s chouchou aka smellie blanket is my smelly armpit) and placed his finger under the poor bunny’s arm. He giggled. 

We went at this for a few minutes and from him reiterating, “Liam sleeps in mummy’s bed”, he started saying, “Liam sleeps in Liam’s bed”. I said, “I love you”, and he said it back. I said “Goodnight”, and he said it back. By the time he puckered up and leaned in to kiss me when I asked for one, I knew he was ready. He didn’t protest when I started leaving his room but I could see his little face as I closed the door…my Liam was trying to be brave. Oh my baby! His lips were quivering and he was trying so hard not to cry. At that moment I really wanted to scoop him up and bring him to our room but I didn’t. 

I closed the door behind me and waited. Not a peep. After coming out of the shower I asked Gareth if he heard anything. Nothing. 

Part of me felt like checking on him but Gareth said no. I suggested getting a baby monitor, he said no to that too. Party pooper. 

I read a little in bed and then I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. It was 2am and I still hadn’t heard anything from Liam’s room and I wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. I slept fitfully. 

At 7.30am I popped up. I opened my door half expecting a Liam sleeping on the floor in the hallway but there’s nobody. 

I tiptoed into his room, pretty sure he’d be on the floor sleeping on a pile of toys at least but he wasn’t. 

To my utter surprise, Liam was fast asleep in his bed, just as I had left him!

What a sight for sore eyes. Sniffs.

I don’t think I could describe my feelings. At best, I think I can say I’m feeling as proud as the day he was discharged from the hospital almost 3 years ago. 

As I type this blogpost out on my phone, Liam is still sleeping in his own bed, in his own room, by himself! I have to pinch myself! 

I suppose Liam’s first night alone in his own room is a success. Lets hope his second night will be even better. 

Liam, my dearest son, I love you so very much and you’ve made mummy so proud. If I could, I would want you in our bed for as long as you wish but please understand this is for your own good. You are starting kindie and you need good quality sleep, without mummy and daddy’s reading (read: phone usage) distracting you so that you can be your best happy self at school. If you’re currently 35 years old and suffering from abandonment issues that you think I caused from making you sleep on your own all those years ago, I hope reading this can give you some insights into my situation then and I encourage you to forgive and love me cause I am your mother, mister. 

Love you loads, mummy. 

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Embracing the backpack life

I’m always more of a totebag kinda girl but when you have to wrangle a beastly 3 year old it’s really useful to have my two arms available. So I started looking at backpacks but yikes, mostly they’re either too pretty/dainty for practical usage or hmm, butt ugly.

My search for the right backpack came to an end when I discovered MIZZUE. They have really nice stuff! The bags especially look like they have been meticulously designed for women.

I wanted everything on the website but eventually settled for this blue vegan leather one with weaving motif. It’s my perfect shade of blue.

Hello, lovely. It has so many compartments.

Secret back compartment. The bottom of the bag also have metal studs which protect it from scratches.

I can fit all these comfortably in the bag. Two diapers, a full-sized baby wipes, my long purse, make-up pouch, recyclable bags (cause #auntylife), moisturiser and sunglasses. Also tissues, Liam’s toys and food scissors, not pictured.

Adjustable straps.

It’s just the right size for me.

#backpacklife

No more tote bag falling off my shoulder!

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Eyebrow embroidery by HueVicky for gorgeous eyebrows

The most important thing for me to look and feel human…are my eyebrows. Unfortunately, I’m not genetically blessed in that department.

Those uneven patches of hair above my eyes, those aren’t eyebrows. They are universe way of playing a joke on me. I mean, just look at this picture of me.

Behold, an unedited, untouched, picture of me without make-up. Thankfully Liam has inherited his dad’s beautiful, luscious brows. Can’t say the same for his hair though lol.

As you can see, my natural eyebrows were droopy, shapeless and simply unspectacular. I used to have to draw and fill them in before stepping out of the house but since having a young son, ain’t nobody have time for that! So since last year, I started researching on eyebrow embroidery. My main concerns were as follow, not in order of importance:

1. Pain level
– Well of course I would like it to be as painless as possible. But everyone I heard from said it has to hurt at some point so this had stopped me from taking the plunge.

2. Hygiene
– No explanation needed. I need to do it at a place where I won’t contract squirrel Aids.

3. Aesthetic eye
– This is probably my biggest concern. I need someone who truly understands how the eyebrows frame a woman’s face. The thing with a lot of places is that they follow the latest trends so some women end up looking really weird! And then all these nonsense about 6D and 8D and so on, please lah. I’ve seen some places which even use a kind of stencil to determine the shape of the eyebrows. Please, NO!

4. Skills
– This is quite hard to tell especially with the big named places. They always have different eyebrow embroidery artists in rotation and every skill level is different.

3. Price
– Of course, the ringgit factor counts. I’ve heard there are places that charge up to RM12,000! I want new eyebrows, not new eyes.

And really, I thought I would never find a place that could do my eyebrows with all these factors in my favour until….until I met Vicky.

This is Vicky.

I met Vicky at the unlikeliest place. We were strangers participating in a portrait sketching workshop. Besides being a stunning creature, she’s really friendly and easy-going so we started chatting.

I found out that she was learning to be a tattooist but she’s a full-time eyebrow embroidery artist. I started following her Instagram and in no time, I completely fell in love with her work. Her drawings, her tattoos, the dolls she knitted, her calligraphy, her tattoos….just wow!

She designed and drew this badass cat and embroidered it herself.

Some of her WIPs which you could see in her studio if you’re lucky like me.

Vicky is a true blue artist with an amazing eye for aesthetics. She’s also an accomplished yogi!

That said, what I was truly interested in were her clients’ eyebrows. They always, always look so great! She also does male eyerbrows splendidly.

Vicky also promises one thing whenever she talks about her eyebrow work – she guarantees no pain.

NO PAIN? Really meh??

I can honestly tell you, she isn’t lying.

And now, thanks to Vicky, I have eyebrows that I’m proud to show to the world. They won’t melt off in the face of the sun, rain, sea or sweat. I am beyond thrilled!

My brand new eyebrows. Thank you Vicky!

I chose Vicky for this important task of giving me permanent eyebrows was simply because she satisfied all my considerations above. No pain, hygienic, great eye for beauty, very experienced and very affordable too.

She operates out of Damansara Perdana too which is a major plus for me as I live just 10 minutes drive away.

Vicky drawing my brows in before the embroidery began. At this point, you can keep redoing your brows until you are satisfied.

Then she applied the anaesthetic to numb the eyebrow areas. This is where the no-pain guarantee came in and it was truly no pain! I will not give it away and let Vicky tell you how it’s done.

About an hour later, my eyebrows freshly embroidered. They got darker in a couple of days and then healed and peeled off in a week to reveal natural, beautifully shaped brows :)

I returned to Vicky’s a month later for a touch-up session. This is the time where any inconsistency of colour (should there be any) can be fixed. I already quite liked the first result but felt that just a wee more thickness would make me even happier so Vicky gave me exactly what I wanted.

Like this! I am so happy with my eyebrows. Now they always look groomed and luscious!

Anyway, if you would like Vicky to fix your eyebrows or eyeline (yes, she does painless eyeliner embroidery too!), here’s the deet:

Please message her at:

wechat: huevickyaunty126
facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HueVicky-158761564185702/

I don’t think she checks instagram messages so please use the above platforms to reach her :)

Anyway, here is me, ready for my close-up even after my foundation/lipstick have melted and disappeared. Thank you Vicky for them eyebrows!

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