Cheryl discovered Dorothy several weeks back and now, she is just as in love with Dorothy as she is with Barney.

She knows all the moves to the song and even sings along with the boys. Oh, her other favourite song is "Wake up, Jeff!"

Daddy got Cheryl her very own bubble gun! C has always been fascinated with bubbles; she doesn't want to get out from her tub and when I do manage to trick her, she will moan pitifully when I pour the water and her bubbles out.

So you can imagine the grin on her face when she shot strings of bubbles out. She even shot at Grand Mummy and Daddy who were standing behind the gate as she played outdoors.

Okay, we will bring her to the park the next time so that she can run around chasing them!

On Thursday night, I woke up as usual to carry Cheryl back to her bed and I suddenly became very awake because I thought she felt like a little furnace. Upon further inspection, my fears were confirmed; she had come down with fever and I sighed disappointingly.

Just hours before, I was looking through her health booklet and announced to Daddy that it was time for her chicken pox jab. It is always a terrible ordeal for Little Cheryl and us whenever she has fever; she will vomit, will turn her nose up to all food, cry because she is so uncomfortable and of course, our changing of sheets in the middle of the nights... The only consolation is she has learned to take her meds quite willingly after some amount of coaxing. I had to insert a suppository as she almost threw up after just taking half a syringe. Of course, when I told her that I had to give her the suppository, her face crinkled up and she whined in protest but I was not going to risk not giving her any in case she went into another fit and turned blue in the face. That was a horrifying experience!

After that, she complained to Daddy that her "backside pain". Poor girl.

So for the past 2 nights, I would have to wake up more than usual in the nights to check on her temperature, make her take med and make milk. Luckily, Daddy was not rudely awaken by any awful smells and we didn't have to change any sheets this time.

I have been such a terrible Mummy, to let C go around with a jagged-looking fringe... for months! I think Daddy must have had enough because once we reached Grand Mummy's place, he suggested that Grand Mummy gives her a trim.

So we got her ready and Cheryl, being the vain little pot that she is, sat on the stool quietly to let the job begin.

And in no time, she was looking alright again! :) Grand Mummy taught me some ropes on how to cut her hair but I told her, I didn't dare touch C's hair as it was quite bad and knowing what a ham-fist I am (I have self awareness, okay) I can't risk cutting her fringe any shorter without really mending it.

See, her fringe before the repair. It's already quite short and if I messed up, she will really look like a clown.

After the trim, she is all pretty again! And very gluey to her Daddy Dearest.

Oh, recently, she has learnt how to sulk big time and for the camera too! I told her to give me her angry look and this was what she came up with.

Fierce eh?

Cheryl's milk intake is scary. She would take 210 ml of milk before she sleeps and an hour later, she will ask for "a bit"; 120 ml again. Sometimes, immediately after she finishes her 2nd bottle, she will ask for "a bit" again and this time, she will ask Daddy to make milk.

We have been wondering how her small tummy can contain all these liquid but she seems fine. The amazing thing is, she still will wake up in the middle of the night and whisper "Mummy, make milk".

So we nicknamed her "milk moster" and Cheryl will giggle and growl very loudly everytime she hears someone calls her.

We thought we should introduce her to fresh milk and got her this. She took a few sips happily then turned to Daddy and said "Not nice!" and Daddy had to finished the drink for her.

Okay, we will try again tonight...

...else Daddy will have to finish the other 5 packs!

Honestly, from these shots, they sure looked like she was enjoying the milk! How deceiving!

Every Saturday, Daddy goes for his weekly physio sessions and I will bring Cheryl down for her breakfast of milo, half-boiled eggs or bao. After eating, Cheryl will definitely want to visit the koi pond.

These are just some of Cheryl's flurry friends who share our bed. Lately, she has been crazy over her friends and she is becoming quite a "mother" to them too. I will transfer them to her bed when it's almost bedtime and she will whine in protest.

Aunt Angie managed to get some tickets to the Zoo and she was really nice to invite us along. So after Daddy's physio session, we met them and went there.

I did not take many pictures :( this time but we saw the elephants, which we missed the last time we were here.

Cheryl was thrilled to go with the girls and along the way, she was screaming and rejoycing at the fact that she had their company that afternoon. We can always count on Aunt Angie to come prepared for anything. There was food and we quickly sat ourselves down at the shelter where the elephant show was to be held and ate to our fill.

There were rides but our little ones are too young to be on them on their own so these life-sized statues come really handy. Can't ride the real thing, ride the make-believe ones will do!

Some weeks back, Daddy, Cheryl and I dropped by Josiah to take a look-see and get a general feel of the place.

I must say, Daddy and I were impressed with the kids there. They were well behaved and were extremely friendly. 2 girls from the Kindergarten class saw Cheryl and they immediately ran up to her, while exclaiming "So cute! Look at those chubby cheeks!" (Daddy and I were laughing because if they could see themselves in the mirror, they had chubby cheeks too) and they turned to Cheryl and asked, "Do you want to come to school and join us?" Daddy learned that one of the girls is Japanese and about a year ago when she arrived in Singapore, she did not speak a word of English. But listening to her, I wouldn't had known better if Daddy didn't tell me.

Actually we were feeling a little edgy. We want to start Cheryl because she is just doing nothing at home. We feel it's about time she also learns some good social behaviour and play and interact more with children of her age.

I had other schools in mind like Brighton, (which is too expensive read = $1500 a month but very reputed for its curriculum) Babys' Inc (which is also a childcare centre) and there was MMI at Tampines Mart but they are too far away and Cheryl would have to take public transport.

After some discussion, we decided that instead of spending money on transportation, we should channel that money into her fees so Josiah is the natural choice because it is within walking distance.

But classes for this year are already all filled up and the only vacancies left, which by the way were going fast, are for the next year. So I rushed down as fast as I could and got her registered for next year.

Getting her a place is a load off my mind for now!

Maybe I should be worried, because some mummies have been telling me that their little ones have done this class and that and how good they are or how pressurised the parents feel when they think their children are not up to mark with the other kids in the class. I smile when I hear this because if they had known that Cheryl has attended none of these, I can't imagine the horror on their faces, or what gross thoughts they will have of me!

But you know what? Daddy and I are quite set on Cheryl having a memorable childhood where there is just about the right amount of play too.

Daddy has to go for weekly physio sessions now because his knees have been giving him problems. There are times, where the pain get so bad, he can hardly walk so after years of silence, he is finally getting something done.

After this morning's session, Daddy brought us to the MacDonald's at East Coast Park where we had breakfast.

I took these shots of Daddy and daughter as they were playing. Aren't they sweet?

And here is Cheryl with some of her little darlings!

She has grown so much, hasn't she?

For 1 entire weekend, we had to rely on the good-old public transport as we had to leave our Stream at the workshop for the installation of the I.C.E.

... okay, ... I am still speechless because I do not know how to start. I will just let the pictures do the talking and I will add in a little here and there.

Here, the transformation begins...

The car was stripped down to its skeleton for sound-proofing. Everything, and I mean everything, from the dash board, to the door to the roof; was taken apart for this process.

The car is almost done. The speakers are finally in place, the wires have been nicely and neatly placed and hidden. All looks almost well. To get here, it took almost 5 days.

Daddy picked up a skill and two!

Cheryl was with us for the days that we were there. There were times where she was running around, picking up tools and wanting to help. And there were quiet moments where she sat at the table and kept herself busy.

Here, she proudly exclaimed, "Mummy, go away. Cheryl working!"

I asked her to pose for me and this is what I got!

We sans Daddy and Uncle Junming (Daddy has a wedding dinner to attend and poor Uncle Junming has work) went to Pasir Ris Park to catch Alice in Wonderland but we didn't realise that we were so late for the play; it ended 10 minutes after we settled ourselves down.

Aunt Angie was kicking herself in the butt because we missed the last show. Nevertheless, the kids had fun at the playground after dinner and here are some pictures to prove!

The girls are quite fearless and they were gamed to try all the slides. We literally had to run after them and it was really tiring just watching them play. Cheryl was rather brave and from this, I would think that she definitely does not suffer from vertigo. She could balance herself well and was steady enough to complete the walk on the rope. She even wanted to climb the shakey scaffolding but I thought it would be too much. Looks like I am the one who is too cautious. Okay, maybe we will let her try the next time.

There after, we went to pick Uncle Junming from work and had dinner, again. The highlight of dinner must be the ice cream we had. Nothing can measure up to the smiles our little ones flashed.

Cheryl finally found out what the "c" and "p" words are today.

She was bored and started doddling and soon, she found herself painting the walls blue! She must be so proud of herself because after she did that, she came to me and said, "Mummy, see!" I gave her a stern look and quickly grabbed some wet wipes but when Daddy saw what Cheryl did, he told her sharply that he was going to look for a cane.

Then he disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a damp cloth and told Cheryl to clean the wall. Initially, she thought it was just fun and was even laughing until Daddy threatened her with the cane. Only then did she take the task seriously.

She was actually sobbing when she cleaned the wall and even whispered to me to help her. She did what she could and Daddy scrubbed off the rest of the paint. Then I got her to apologise to Daddy.

Guess it's about time Cheryl learns; she will get punished for misbehaviour. This is not the first time she has drawn on the walls but this is definitely the first time she is punished for it. We seriously hope that she will not do this again.