Smoking

Was hesistating whether this gangreneous pics will spoil my wonderful blog.

Anyway...

In the mist of this morning rush, I saw this nauseating advertisment on the cigar box the daddy had left on the drawer top. Not that this is the first time I saw such pic but I just cant bring myself but to halt rushing and approached the daddy with it.

"Dear look at this!" the daddy only raised his bow and silence.
"Dont you find it disgusting?" he kept silence still
"Arnt you afraid this will happen on you? or you think you wont be that unlucky?" very obvious I was goading him.
"Ai-yah!!! This was over-exaggerated!" he brushed me away.

I shrubbed my shoulder. Took a shot of it with my hp.
He saw and asked with puzzle "What's that for?"
me: "to blog lor... so how much this box of cigar cost? One day you smoke how many stick?"
he got irritated: "100 sticks!"
me: "Sorry I let me rephrase it.. one box of cigar can last you how long?"
Surprisingly he's gullible: "2 days. One day 10 sticks!"

I used to be very mad at him for being not sensible, for didnt fulfill his promise that he will quit smoking yet is increasing his intake per day. Usually I will argue with him, follow by black face/cold war and keep thinking why he is like that... so insensible..

Today though I still think he is insensible but I wont want to analyze his behaviour further. His behaviour I hv no control and truly I can do nothing about it. So now Im gona to leave this in my Infinity Chest...

Albeit I still cant accept that is perpetually buring away our potential vacation...
1 day 10 sticks. 10 sticks approx $5 per day.
1 month = $150
1 year = $1800 Burning away!!!

Why smoker just cant think. Just for that instant illusion, no only they do harm to themself, others and the globe... they are wasting time, money, resources and many many more...

Can I feed back about the quit smoking campaign here?
My hubby said the pic on the cigar box was over-exaggerated. Probably most smoker thought so, which explained why there are still so many taker even after seeing such disgusting pic? Can we look into how to proper educate those smoker again huh? They think the gangreneous foot is not REAL! The dead foetus is not REAL! The malignant cancerous growth in lung and throat are not REAL!!!

OMG!

Sweet...

This is my sweet Abella. Was in her dream land now.
Was doing our usual goodnite bid just now when she asked

"Why only 3 words mommy?"
(She meant 3 phrases. Usually we will bid each other gdnite by saying " Goodnight , Sweet dream and I love you" to one another before sleeping.)

So I asked, :" I can only think of 3, we may have more and how many you want?"
She simply raised her hand and show me her petite 5 fingers.

"5! I want to have 5!" She said.

"OK! So beside gd nite, sweet dream & I love you? The remaining 2 will be?" I asked.

"Goodnite mommy, Sweet dream mommy, I love you mommy... and. .. I miss you mommy!" She recited.
(Clarabelle beside us, recited after her too..)

That was sweet and I asked her how about the last phrase?

She was thinking hard. Set Clarabelle thinking too... Suddenly Abella went bingo,
"I know! I give you sweet!"

o_o

Her idea may not sound good but it does rhymes... and her thoughts is really sweet... :)
"Goodnight Mommy, Sweet Dream Mommy, I love you Mommy, I miss you Mommy, I give you sweet mommy.."

Kids afterall are very simply contented. They are happy whenever they receive candies. Her way of making me happy is giving candies. She thought that mommy will be happy just like her when received candies...:)

My dear, although mommy dont like sweets but your thought are really sweet... mommy appreciated... :)

Luckily this wont cause toothache.. ;)

You ask for it

On Monday the girls were on "medical leave".

I knew they had occasion cough for quite a while but last Sunday night they had difficulties sleeping due to stuffy nose.

We decided to bring them to the doctor and Im glad we did.

The two sick girls were still playing & jumping as usual though Clarabelle appeared more petulance.

But to my dismay, Abella was diagnosed with mild bronchitis but the more petulance Clara just normal cold cough. Luckily nebulizer not required unless she complaint further breathing difficulties.

Not to worries, my two girls are getting well now.. :)

But from this incident, I reminded myself never treat their symptom lightly, no matter how small it is.

Oh.. actually I wanted to share a funny incident...keke... my bone felt tickle, whenever I related this.. kekeke...

So, on Monday night after their medicine, I urged the girls for an early rest as tomorrow they are going back school. But then my two selective "diligent" girls wanted to do some phonics assessment first. Well, we shouldnt deprive them from learning so I agreeded to do some reading on the bed.

Then when I was asking them to tell me words end with the letter "n"... Clara behaved ignorance and kept giving me the wrong word. I knew she was tired but it was her that initiated to do the assessment and I really discourage to do thing half way.

Her continue ignorance get on my nerves and I raised my voice.

She began to cry. I reminded her unreasonable crying doesnt help but make me more angry.
She continued to cry. I walked out the room.

Abella followed me to another room. I explained to her why I am angry.
She noded her head..

A while later, there was silent from Clara. When I opened her door, she had buried her face in her pillow but looked up when heard us. (Her face was pityful. Haha)

I told her I came back because she had stopped crying. I am willing to accept her apology.
But Clara just kept mum.

Still mum even I had intrigued her. I was mad when she kept her mouth so tight and seem grinding her teeth.

"What is that in your mouth?!"
"Open your mouth!"
"Open your mouth now!!"

She sense I am seroius, no choice but opened her mouth.
The next moment we experienced little merlion.
Her mouth was filled with saliva and phlegm!
And all gushed out like merlion pour!
(She must have cry till cough and induced the phlegm and probably the reason she stopped crying too)

I broke into smile. My poor little innocent broke into guilty smile too.
We were all soaked in our apology gaze and forgotten to save the newly changed bedsheet.
But changing bedsheet and mess created by them is never such light-hearted as that night.

After all the cleaning, I tugged the girls to bed snuggly.
Sweet dream, my dears... mommy love you...