{"id":148,"date":"2005-12-27T23:56:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-27T23:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=148"},"modified":"2005-12-27T23:56:00","modified_gmt":"2005-12-27T23:56:00","slug":"home-this-week","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=148","title":{"rendered":"Home This Week"},"content":{"rendered":"

Office is shut this week, so all of us have to take compulsory leave. I’m home with the little one, and luckily I have Tuyam, or else I won’t be able to even go and clear my bowel with the little koala, Zara, clinging to me.<\/span>
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She uttered her first phrase 2 nights ago. I was nursing my migraine and I heard her told Daddy, “Uh-Oh, book” while pointing to a pile of books on the floor (Even though it’s not fully in English, it’s still a milestone to capture) <\/span>
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\nShe uses Uh-Oh for things dropped, things missing, things lying on the floor. For the above phrase, her books were scattered on the floor after Daddy read to her, so she was probably complaining about the mess.<\/span><\/p>\n

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This morning, after Zara woke up this simple dialogue took place :<\/span>
\nMe : Zara, lets go downstairs already!<\/span>
\nZara : Mum Mum *excitedly*!<\/span>
\nMe : Yes, go downstairs to mum mum!<\/span>
\nZara : Wise (her pronunciation of rice)!<\/span>
\nMe : No, not rice. Morning we don’t take rice.<\/span>
\nZara : Wis (her pronunciation of fish)!<\/span>
\nMe : No, no fish in the morning. We have bread or biscuit ok?<\/span>
\nZara : Bed (her pronunciation of bread)! Bed! Bed!<\/span>
\nWhen we got downstairs, she went to the kitchen and chanted Bed until I gave her a small slice of bread.
\n(She loves fish, and rice compared to her porridge, and bread is her staple diet too).<\/p>\n

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Before we got broadband, most nights, I will be in the room reading after Zara has gone to bed or interrupt Daddy’s love making to his DIY amplifier to have some small talks.<\/span>
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\nAfter we got broadband<\/span><\/a>, most nights, I would be in the study reading blogs or blogging, and if Daddy wasn’t downstairs making love to his amplifier, he would be coming into the study to make small talks, but I would be rolling my eyes and waiting for him to finish whatever he wanted to say so I can go back to whatever I was reading or doing again.<\/span><\/p>\n

So sad.<\/span><\/p>\n

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