Christmas this year started well, starting with the afternoon before Christmas having a late lunch, just the kids and myself and their daddy at Sushi King. We enjoyed ourselves so much that I never got the chance to take some shots of the food or of Eric ravenously gobbling up all the sushi. The eve was spent at my cousin’s new house for a housewarming party. Christmas day was spent with relatives on my husband’s side. All in all, spending time with family is always a good thing.

In the evening, while trying to confirm the registration date for Eric’s first day of school, I was greeted with an unfortunate sight of the Stella Maris Primary School website being hacked. The worse thing about it was not the hack itself, but the fact that the hack was done earlier in the month, yet no one in the school’s supposed “web team” did anything about it. It goes to show that not even the Principal or the teachers of the school itself ever bother looking at their own web site, let alone use it.

Highlight of the day: Eric’s goofy teeth are growing and more obvious now — it’s so adorable! Right now he has 4 teeth altogether. More to come, as he’s starting to bite on my finger more and more these days. Ouch.

If you are forced to be a fan of Playhouse Disney Channel for the sake of your kids, then you would notice that one of the previews they’ve been showing during intermission consists of Pocoyo and his friends dancing around to the tune of a fast classical music. Joel absolutely loves it, and he’ll do his jump-and-skip dance along with the music without fail.

At the end of the song, Pocoyo and his friend Ellie would bow down. Joel, who hasn’t mastered the art of bowing down, always tries to do the same. His way of doing it is to bend down as low as he can, until his head is between his legs so that he can see what’s behind him! And after 10 seconds or so, he’ll stand up right and does his very own standing ovation! Eric and I can’t help but laugh and clap along, it’s just so hilarious!

He’s quite a handful today. Half of the time, Eric just cries and cries. I carried him around, play with him, feed him, sing to him. At times, he’ll calm down, but more often he’ll just cry on, leaving me with absolutely no idea what to do, but to just sit there and hold him. Of course, by now I’m pooped. And still have loads more work to do. There goes my weekly house clean-up.

Highlight of the day: He’s been standing by himself more and more these days, even though they’re just a few seconds at a time. I see that as a major progress, though. And, something surprising happened after his morning bath today. He noticed his penis! Then, he started to play and squeeze them! Ouch! The only thing I could do was to say “Yes, that’s your penis. You use it to pee-pee,” and then to quick as hell get his diapers on before he hurts himself.

More and more people are saying how much I’ve lost weight. Just yesterday, two people that I haven’t seen since I gave birth recently noted how much skinnier I look today. I’m not even putting on any effort, but I do admit that I’ve lost substantial weight. It’s strange to me to lose this much weight, as every time after I give birth, I would gain another kilogramme or two. This time however, I’ve lost almost 8 kg and am back to my pre-marriage weight.

I thought about what I did now that’s different from my other two pregnancies, and I figured out what it is. When I gave birth to Eric and Joel, I was still working full-time. By the time Ezra arrived, I was already a stay-at-home mom. I stopped sending Joel to the daycare center as well, so daily I have at least two little active tykes to take care of. Not only busy taking care of them, but probably the chasing around and doing the house chores in my little apartment also has something to do with my weight loss. Plus, most food I’m having now are home-cooked, even cakes and cookies, so that has to contribute to something.

See? Staying at home isn’t so bad when you have at least one little baby running around uncontrollably. It’s like unconsciously exercising when you really don’t want to