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Monday, May 30, 2016

Blessed & Grateful: Thoughts From A Family Outing

I was wearing a batik skirt for the outing. Batik is a traditional Indonesian fabric, made by hand, either hand0-stamped or hand-painted by local craftmens.

As Michael grew into a toddler, I started to notice similar theme on my friends' social media: pictures of them as parents, with their toddler children, visiting places of interest of our childhood.

You see, when we were little, our senses were much more atuned. Any new spectacle, smell and sound will hold us enthralled and mesmerized. The color of a new toy, the cheerful songs of a circus, the feel of petting a neighbor's dog, those all excited us and gave us joy. As we got older, everthing felt much more mundane and even what we used to think as spectacular became ordinary.

Logically speaking, I know that an otter who can count and a parrot who can spell are extraordinary, but having seen them a lot in the circus and numerous shows growing up, they no longer hold excitement for me. I no longer experience the same excitement as I used to as a child.

For that matter, theme parks, circus, and dolphin shows are less interest to me now compared to experiences that I have not had before, such as new Broadway shows and art museums. You know, boring, grown up attractions. Oh yeah, and traveling and occasionally - don't judge, it's just a woman thing - shopping.

A while back, both Hubby and I took a day off and took Michael to watch dolphin and sea lion shows at Seaworld. The venue is only twenty-minutes drive away, and there's no way we would take Michael on a weekend because the place turned into a zoo with throngs of people from all over Jakarta as well as tourists from other towns.

It was a successful family outings, and there were so many things I was grateful for. Very much.

Seeing Michael enjoying the shows.

Poker face. That's what Michael is. He rarely shows emotions nor excitements, well, except when he plays, of course. When he likes something, he will just say with a blank expression, "I like it, Mommy." No jump-up-and-down-excited thing from this child. However, during the sea lion show, his serious face lighted up, he cracked into a wide grin, laughed merrily, and exclaimed in cheerful glee, "Look, Mommy! The sea lion is so cute! I want to come here again one day!" That, generates a warm feeling and glow from deep inside my heart.

A husband who has grown into a better and better, more involved father.

It might be a simple gesture. It might be a small thing to some. But not to me. For me, there is nothing sexier than a man who is patiently and willingly take care of his toddler with such tenderness and manliness at the same time. From teaching his son to punch another boy who tried to bully him during the show (I'm a big believer that anyone is entitled to stand up for him/herself from bullying), to taking him to the male bathroom instead of having to go to the female bathroom with Mommy!

Michael was borrowing his father's sunglasses, striking a "cool" pose.

That we can really, really afford to go there again, and "take it for granted" should we have to.

This might lead some of the readers to critize me, and I have no intention whatsoever to boast. I am fully aware of how blessed and fortunate I am to be born in a relatively well-off family and married to a man who is a very good provider for the family. Not to mention that I myself also have a relatively good career with lots of perks, benefits, and flexibility.

Here's a background. Indonesia is not a developed country. It means, you will find very very very wealthy people here, and lots, lots and lots VERY poor people. The venue that we went to, is considered expensive for most Indonesian people, and a lot of parents will save and treat an outing to the place as a big excursion. Which means, quite often, it's like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spend such money, which will warrant the toddlers and parents to take in as much shows and attractions as they could squeeze into in one day. To go in, you need a pass that will cover all the shows, and if you don't have much money, you have been saving for a long time to enjoy the venue, not to mention that you are from out of town and most likely if you will not visit the capital again you won't get the chance to go, you have to take as much advantage of the day, as possible. So even if you are tired, and your children are tired, and in the tropics it could be as hot as a furnace, you will drag your family from show to show to get most of the money. Because you have been saving a lot for the occassion, and most likely, it would be many many years before you get the opportunity ever again.

For our family, it doesn't have to be that way. Because thanks to the income that my dear husband brought in every month, and my income, and the fact that we don't live far from the park, we could well afford to visit again should we want to.

Though it was not a holiday, the park was jam packed. We started early in the morning, and at noon, Michael was tired already from only watching two shows, there was a lot of queing and walking going on. He didn't complain, but we noticed. Afterall, he is only three years old, and it was summertime in the tropics, in an outdoor venue. Seeing the excited faces of the children and parents around us, but also noting the worn, overheated, and tired expression on them, yet the determined look that they will keep going until the last show of the day, Hubby and I looked at each other and silently sent a little prayer of thanks to the Lord.

"Michael, are you tired already? Do you want to eat here and watch the dolphin show later or just leave to the mall to eat something?" Hubby asked our son.

"Will you take me back here one day to watch the dolphins?" Michael asked.

"Of course, when Mommy and Daddy have a day off and if you want to, we can."

"Then let's leave and have lunch, Daddy. I'm tired."

So that's it. We blew three full-priced tickets that could have lasted us for one full day, and left. We could go back after lunch, but Michael fell asleep already, so we headed home and tucked him in for his usual nap.

Let me tell you, Friends. I don't believe that money is evil. The love of money is. Money is only a tool. It cannot do anything. We can put it to good use, or bad use, either way.

And reality bites, I am thankful that eventhough we are not wealthy family, we lack nothing and God provides for us abundantly.

Now, there is an example of how we could put the money that the Lord entrusted to us in a good way.

We had fish and chips, New York style, at Fish&Co. I'm not a big fan of spending a lot on mineral water, but they only sell overpriced Equil, so we had no choice for Michael. Tap water is not drinkable in Indonesia, by the way.

Instead of spending money on Easter basket, Egg hunts, or Easter party, some coworkers from Catholic & Christian Community at my office joint forces together to visit an orphanage, as well as donating money and groceries. We deliberately picked an orphanage that is not well known, because the more "popular" ones have no difficulty getting donation.

At first, it seems like we could not collect enough money to make a sigificant contribution among ourselves. I suggested that they also spread the words to other coworkers outside the community. "Kindness has no religious border, " I tried to convinced them. "In my previous office I spread the words about donating feminine pads for an all girls' Catholic orphanage, and everyone, from any religion, gave something that my car was overflowed. I am sure that many many people want to donate should there is a possibility, it's just that they don't always know the way, where to send the donation to, or basically just too lazy to visit the orphanage themselves."

On the D-day, the money collected for donation was three times from our initial target.

It's so good to know that despite everything, there is still a good amount of kindness and love all around us. We just need to seek it and reach out.

And yes, a little bit of money won't hurt. ^__^

Monday, May 23, 2016

A Birthday of Concious Choice

Here in Indonesia, when one celebrate her birthday, she can expect two things: presents, and treat her friends to dine out. That's the tradition that we have here.

I read somewhere:

"Life is inexpensive, yet brand make it expensive.

LIfe is simple, yet pride makes it complicated."

My point is, for some with pride bigger than her wallet, this kind of tradition is something that will stress them out days before the actual birthday. For the birthday girl, AND for the friend. Why? Some think that birthday presents should be expensive. And some also think one should treat friends to expensive restaurant. Simple present and simple food hurt their pride.

Well, I personally think that's silly. Of course we are all have some pride, and we should, in a proper portion and in good way. Tell me one new parent who doesn't feel at least a slight feel of pride for her child, and I will tell you that's not very healthy! But pride should be under our control, and not controlling us.

Months before my birthday, I already hinted to my coworkers, and I don't want nor need "another thing to dust". I love decorative objects, yet one can have so many in her house without starting to feel suffocated! And I love dresses and bags and shoes just as much as the next woman, but I already have a closet full of them, which I am still in the process of purging and editing.

I am not lacking anything.

Yet I also understand and respect the custom of giving gifts for one's birthday. So this year, I make it easy for everyone. Weeks before my birthday, I told one coworker, that all I wanted for my birthday is fancy toiletries. Surprise? Not really. I don't like perfume, and I never wear deodorant in my life, but I do love wonderfully scented body lotions, delicious soap, sweet smelling shower gel in pretty packaging, and scented candle whose fragrant can light up the whole atmosphere of one's bedroom. I especially love Bath & Body Works products.

But there is one problem: I am way too stingy, ahem, frugal, to justiying spending the amount of money one needs to spend on such luxury at any Indonesian BBW stores.

You might laugh at me for writing this, especially if you live in the US, where BBW holds annual and semiannual sales regularly, and you can get pretty good deal online with coupons and sites as Retail Me Not dot Com. In Indonesia, with different currency and somebody in the marketing department deciding that BBW products should be positioned "up there" as luxury brand, the prices are ridiculous.

So I never have the heart to splurge on their products, for myself.

Hence, I told that particular coworker that I would love to receive something that I can enjoy, but won't create new clutter in my house. Such as fancy shower gel. Of course, I didn't know at that time that the whole team would pitch in to buy a basket chucked full with products from my favorite brand! I got the whole she bang: a body lotion, a shower gel, a bubble bath, three hand sanitizers, a body creme, and a scented candle. All in beautiful shades of pink, in the wonderful and lovely scent of Japanese Cherry Blossom. Yayyyyyyy!!!!

My coworkers also noted that I don't like extra waste. I am frugal and I don't like being wasteful, either. For my card, they bought a card that's handmade by a little girl from recyleable materials. The little girl made many cards which she sold and then donated to the proceeds from the sale for the needy. Isn't it sweet?

They also opted out of buying me a birthday cake, noting I don't care for cakes. I love chocolates, but whenever anyone has a birthday, I never eat the birthday cake, giving my share to someone else with sweet tooth. Instead of a birthday cake, they got the office chef created my favorite sandwich with french fries, put them in my own food boxes that have been kept at the office pantry, and put a spare candle on top of the box! Now, that's my kind of birthday cake! Want not, waste not! Too bad I don't have proper picture of the unique "cake"!

For lunch, we went to a nearby restaurant called Sanjaya. They serve good food, lots of it, with reasonable price. And the dishes are delicious.

In the evening, Hubby brought out a heart-shaped melted brownies, made of dark chocolate, which is the only brownies that I really really like, put on some candles, and ordered some noodles from a nearby noodle shop. Noodle is a must for birthday, for it signifies long life. That's pretty much my birthday celebration this year.

It's simple and unpretentious, but I was so happy. I felt blessed and in such abundance. I felt loved and cared for and celebrated.

Thank you, Lord.

My men and my birthday cake of melted chocolate brownies.

Love, love, love this scented candle! Thank you!

Monday, April 4, 2016

Love Your Parents, and Show Them That You Do

What I learned during my month of absence from this little blog...

Love your parents, and show them that you do

It's so easy to take our parents for granted. In fact, it's a convenience. Though I had spread my wings and left the nest to live on my own at the young age of eighteen, had been paying my own bills after graduating college, even bought my first house when I was twenty six, in the back of my mind, I always feel like I can depend on my parents for emotional support, and that they will be there for me no matter what.

The problem is, I am not always there for them no matter what.

Last month, my over seventy-years-old parents were sick, and for the very first time, I was reminded that we are not guaranteed forever. My parents are old, and the Lord had been blessing them with good health and work through old age when many other friends of them have been hospitalized or spent their days in wheelchair.

Well, it's true that I had been showing the world that I am a dutiful daughter. My parents could boast to the whole town that their daughter had paid for their trip to the Holyland, and also to Lourdes. But that was only the highlight. the pendant of a necklace. And necklace is not a necklace with only a sparkling, glamorous pendant. It needs a solid chain, in order to make it useful and wearable. In this case, the chain is regular, constant, consistent way of showing one's love. Not just once a year big bang.

Shamefully, with busyness excuse, I had failed to keep giving them regular attention over the past year. I paid so much attention to myself, my husband, my child, my work, my life, that even I fail to stick to my once-a-week phone call.

Well, let's face it. No one is too busy for anything that is important enough for them to prioritize.

Not until my parents became ill, did the reality hit me.

Hubby was being a champion and reminded me to call my parents every single night, during their recovery. He believes that the love and attention will speed up the recovery process.

I don't know and I don't care about that, but I did call every single nite, just to check on them and make sure that my Mom goes to bed on time. Yeah, she has this bad habit of surfing the internet until the wee hours of the morning, then wakes up daily at five o'clock. So I made myself sort of her chirpy alarm and call her every night around 9.30 to rHave emind her to log off soon and go to sleep.

Do you love your parents?
If you do, have you shown it to them lately?

Perhaps you can make a phone call. Or a visit. Whatever.

Just show them. Trust me. It's not only for them, but also for you, and for the Lord.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Week in Recap: While Hubby was in Paris...

There was a terrorist attack in Paris on November 13, 2015, and Hubby happened to be in Paris that day for business.

The weekend before his leaving for Paris, Hubby insisted to spend the day as a family. Oh well, actually every weekend is family time with Michael anyway, so that's not quite so extraordinary! And what we did was as boring as a doorknob, just like any other weekend: going to the nearby mall or exploring our thriving neighborhood, famous for its culinary delights and lines of restaurants and foodstalls on the main streets, looking for a new place to indulge in one of those simple activities that make us happy: eat!

Still, it's a family time that the three of us enjoy tremendously. It sets a certain comforting routine and tone for us, something relaxing and fun that we look forward to all week. In a busy and fastpaced modern world, I believe it is very important to create and maintain this kind of little routine - some kind of a tradition - for the family. I remember when I was little, we always visit a little ice cream parlor for a treat after Sunday mass service, and I still cherish that memory to this day. It just gave me - as a little girl - a soothing feeling, sort of guarantee, that every week will end in the exact same pleasant way: going to Sunday mass service and then make a stop at that cute ice cream parlor. I just hope that Michael would still feel that way when he grows older!

This picture makes me realize how long Michael's legs are! Boy, he IS tall!

Date Night!

Leaving us for Paris definitely put Hubby in a mellow and romantic mood! He insisted on a date night on the weekend before his leaving, and we went again to our favorite place, The Fountaine Lounge at the upscale Grand Hyatt Hotel. Actually, we just had an afternoon tea there last week, but somehow what suppposedly to be a leisurely, wonderful time sipping fragrant tea and eating cakes was interrupted by the bad news of my parents got stranded in LA Airport that completely ruined the mood and enjoyment of the afternoon. I wrote about it here. Actually we reserve going to La Fountaine for a splurgey kind of date, because we really want each visit to be special. Not to mention the amount of money you'll spend for just tea and sandwiches that you can prepare yourself at home - better, cheaper, tastier - at such luxurious establishment makes my frugal self want to just go home and open my own tea shop! Yet, the opulent and calm atmosphere at Fountaine Lounge is unbeatable. It's been my favorite place since 1996, and it's been OUR favorite place since our dating days.

The best thing about going there in the evening instead of during the day? The live music. They have the best live music in town, with fantastic singers. Their voices are just as jazzy, delicious and smooth as Belgium chocolate. And not too loud either that people can still conduct conversation comfortably. Have you ever been in a cafe where the live music is so loud and obnoxious that you have to practically yell at each other just to be heard? I found it totally annoying.

Hubby and I both follow on Instagram one of the richest man's wife in Indonesia. She is a very beautiful woman and just a week before she posted a picture of her and her husband having a Saturday nite date at Fountaine Lounge. We joked that we are just like romantic and lovey-dovey as that couple, only with waaaaaaayyyy less wealth! Nevertheless, we thank God that we are able to afford the luxury of sitting in such a nice place, served by friendly staff, sipping our drinks, listening to amazing live music, relax and enjoy each other's company. The first time I set foot at La Fountaine as an 18-year-old girl was in 1996, and I still remember vividly, how I, came from a small town Semarang notorious for its frugality, came on the invitation of a very wealthy friend, read the menu and thought that I would never be able to afford to order anything on my own! Now I do. And that's a blessing that I don't take lightly! Thank you, Lord!

No, I'm not bragging. We are not wealthy, yet (lol), and even if God bless us to be wealthy one day, we promise ourselves that we would stay humble. Well, younger days have seen snobbier moments during achievements and success, but now since we are older, and hopefully, wiser and are working to love and obey the Lord more, we realize that it's just vanity, nothing else.

While Hubby was away, what's a wife to do?

Picking up Michael from school

I'm teaching Michael to pick his own outfit! As I wrote here, he's got so many new clothes as gifts from Seattle from Grandma and Grandpa. What I do is laying out two ensembles on the bed, and let him pick what he wants to weat that day. I also teach him to fold his own T-shirt, all crooked and imperfect as he was still developing his motoric skills, but I always applaud his effort.

As I often wrote in previous posts, I'm a big believer that children's fashion - or any fashion really - should not contain profanity nor immodesty. A T-shirt with "Who The F*ck is Jesus?" or "Forget Cookies and Milk, Give Me T*t*s and Beer" emblazoned on it will never find a way to enter our house for anyone to wear. Try to Google it, there are really some adults who dress toddlers in such. Perhaps they think it's funny. I think it's quite thoughtless, rude, and disrespectful. Children clothing should represent what they are: innocent little men and women, raised and trained to be - hopefully - godly men and women.

A little bit of Christmas whimsies

In Indonesia, some have imported the tradition of Santa Claus and Christmas gifts. Yet it's not a mainstream thing. We are not familiar with Christmas shopping nor Christmas gifts. Children here don't know getting lots of candies during trick or treating or receiving small trinkets and gifts for Easter basket, either. Yet I love seasonal decorating and holiday traditions.

Back in January, I bought some 70% marked down Christmas ceramic diningware from a big chain called Ace Hardware. I have been using the red bowls and plates throughout the year for Chinese New Year, Valentine;s day, birthdays, and any occassions that warrant special diningware to make our table more festive. I used them as well for Hubby's birthday as mentioned here. Now I'm also starting to use some of the Christmas themed cups and a Santa Claus water pitcher. Even Michael has a small cup and saucer with little house and Christmas tree on them to use, and he totally loves them! He used the saucer to eat some cookies and cheese while watching Disney Christmas song DVD. I was sure Hubby would love to drink from the cheerful cups once he's home from Paris!

We don't celebrate Halloween nor Thanksgiving here in Indonesia, though some establishments like hotels and restaurants have been trying to commercialized the imported tradition by offering Thanksgiving dinner with turkey. So, I usually just start Christmas season by mid November all the way to mid January. Why keep these lovely cups in the drawer? I'd rather have them put to a good use! Looking at these pretty things make me smile! Don't worry, I'm not a minimalist, but I'm not a hoarder, either! I don't buy much, and I take a good care of what I already have.

I don't mind if we ever gets the cup chipped or broken. Don't you think that the enjoyment of having beautiful things is not limited to the process of acquiring them at the store, but also the pleasure of seeing and using them on everyday basis? If you havc pretty things that give your eyes pleasure and make you feel good, I urge you to get them out of drawers and cupboards and use them! And if they got broken or chipped, then what? Trust me, God is a generous provider, He loves beauty, and the world is never lack of beautiful things. Believe that you can find a replacement that is just as good or even prettier than the last one you had! It does no one good just sitting in the cupboard!

Sweater season

In Northern hemisphere, the temperature drops and winter comes approaching. In the tropics, it's the beginning of rainy season, when the temperature drops not as significantly as in four-seasoned countries, but for us - who are used to sunny days, blue skies, and hot temperature all year round - it is the beginning of sweater season! Well, at least for people who happen to work in an office with AC, like me.

I have a massive collection of knitted cotton cardigan in almost every color imaginable in my closet. Each cost around three bucks and for the past several years, I added more color to the evergrowing collection. They have proven to be a wise investment, though one might argue that I don't need that many colors! During the month of October to April, there is no single day that I don't wear one whille I'm at work. About five years ago, I found that wearing a thin but fitted layering cardigan over an office outfit is warmer, more comfortable, and cuter than wearing a boxy formal looking blazer. Also it's much more feminine and sweet looking than wearing manly big jacket, which is not my style at all.

In addition to that, the cardi collection has a lot of use throughout the rainy season when I'm going out to the movies with Hubby where it's usually freezing inside, when I'm in the car and drive at chilly nights. For half a year, they have a pretty good mileage, and for the rest of the year, they just stacked neatly in my closet. I have stopped buying anymore because I know that I have too many - which I'm not proud of, can you read my tone of guilt here? - , yet I cannot deny that seeing this rows of neatly stacked colorful cardi everytime I open the closet gives me such joy! It's like having a string of rainbow right inside of the closet!

Just like everybody else who watch YouTube, I am aware of the Kon Mari craze that have swept the whole YouTube world. I always purge from time to time, but I repurpose a LOT. Instead of just throwing out things that don't "spark joy", I prefer to use up what I have and stop buying more. I'd like to give those things that I have bought some chance to be put up to good use. A lot of times, I end up falling in love with them all over again and it put a brake on my shopping mode for months, even a year, because I already love everything I have at home, in my drawers, in my cupboards, in my closets.

I haven't bought any clothes this year, at all, because I am experimenting to do all kinds of interesting combinations from what I already have in my closet. I have not bought any books since I place a basket with books that I still have not read on my bedside table, and determine to read them cover to cover. If I find something that I cannot wait to finish or wear out because I don't like it so much, then I will not hesitate to toss it or give it to someone else. I purge my home and life little by little, instead of in a one big swoop, continually, and being a frugal girl, I don't need to neccessarily buy new things to replace whatever it was left my house. Nor do I feel the need to fill the empty spaces as result of purging.

That also rings true in this case. Some might argue that I have too many cardigans. However, I wear them on a regular basis this season, and they give me such joy and mileage! There is no cookie-cut solution for everyone, that's what I believe. One just have got to find what works for her.

Office birthday party

My office is filled with a lot of working moms, including myself. As I often wrote here in this little blog, I'm very thankful that my office is pretty family friendly. It's not that we have daycare or anything like that, but our working environment leaves room and flexibility for mothers who need to attend school events, stay home to take care of a sick child, takes longer lunch hour to take care of some family matters, and since most of us are mothers, we are like a big support group where each can share her problem with childbearing, childrearing, schools, potty training, family menu, etc.

I wouldn't advise that you start a family at the ripe age of 34 like I did, - I wish I have started several years earlier - but there is an upside to my situation: I'm the last one - though not the youngest - having a child. It means, I have a lot of mentors and experts who can advise on pretty much anything on the subject matter! My mother lives out of town, so having this support group of experienced mothers who I mingle with everyday is such a blessing.

Anyway, three of the ladies celebrated their birthdays last week, several days apart, so they held a joined birthday lunch at the office pantry for everybody in our part of the floor. Here are some of the pictures of the lunch party. The ladies look radiant, aren't they! A lot of delicious dishes were laid out on the table for everyone to share: fried noodle, rice, capcay veggie dish, fish with sweet and sour sauce, meatball soup, fu yung hai egg dish, two choices of crackers, and many more. The table looks like an all-you-can-eat restaurant buffet! So plentiful that I - having spent several years living in the US - thought that it resembled a little bit of Thanksgiving lunch!

Happy birthday, Ms. Dun, Ms. Viven, Ms. Endang!

Indonesian Father's Day

I think Fathers are being a little bit underrated. So is Saint Joseph, the husband of Mary and the father of Jesus. I am so blessed to be surrounded by so many wonderful, loyal, godly, responsible men in my family, I have always seen men in a positive light because I didn't know any other type of men than I used to grow up with. As I grew older, I met friends with irresponsible, cruel, womanizer fathers or husbands, so I know that not all men are good and how fortunate I am to be surrounded with so many honorable men.

Anyhow, last week was Indonesian Father's Day, and Hubby was in Paris. I'm sure he knew that both Michael and I missed him and he was in thoughts and prayers a lot, but I still want to do something sweet for Father's Day. Hence I created this collage with pictures of me and Michael for him. It's a bit silly, I know, but I can just picture Hubby cracks a wide smile seeing it.

We love you, Papi! God bless you!

Sausage cheesy pasta

Bless whoever it was who invented YouTube! I found this recipe several weeks ago, but I haven't got the time to really get down and give it try until last weekend. With Hubby's going away, I thought I would make a batch to see what it's like. If the dish turned out to be a success, I might make it for Hubby when he gets home.

Invention and modern conveniences are God's blessing to us who live in this time and day. Some might reminiscent about the good ol' days, but I for sure, as much as I love the Little House series wholeheartedly, will not trade the convenience of having perpetual fresh water from the faucet at the turn of a knob, cooling air in the middle of scorching hot day with a click of my AC remote, and cooking with electric slow cooker that won't require me to gather woods prior to preparing dinner! I love cooking with slow cooker because: 1) I don't have an oven --- too bad 2) Cooking with slow cooker is way healthier than deep frying 3) After all the ingredients are thrown in, you can just basically leave it to do something else, from playing with your child to taking a shower or even grocery shopping!

Trust me, the finished dish is way tastier than it looks in the picture! As much as I love deep-fried anything, I love cooking with slowcooker!

Little Rebel

Toddlers can really test your patience sometimes. Yet they could be the funniest clown without even trying to be funny that you don't know whether you should scold them or laugh with them or scold yourself because you feel guilty for scolding them! I often do all three at the same time, haha!

During one dinner, Michael was extremely fussy and threw up on almost every bit of morsel I put into his mouth. I didn't understand what the problem was, since his food was just the usual food I made for him. Yet he began to whine and cry and put on an expression that I called an "ugly yet adorable" face. Exasperated, finally I said, "Mommy will snap a picture of you so you can see your face when you cry." And the little rebel, amidst his tears, said, "Go ahead, Mommy, take the picture," And if you think he was challenging me, you are wrong. He continued pleading, "Please Mommy, take a picture, I want to seeee..." So I did. When he stopped crying, and posed for the camera, pulling a "cool" pose. Do you see how his right leg was dangling from the high chair? That's because there was his own puke on the chair that he didn't want to rub on his leg!

Aaaaaand do you know what happened after the camera is gone? He stopped the cool kid act, and began to cry again. *sigh* Drama... drama... drama...

"She is not concerned for her household when it snows ---

all her charges are doubly clothed." (Proverbs 3:21)

For many, that might not sound like anything special, but it was for me. One morning, Hubby sent me a message while I just arrived at work, "This morning, I was running out of soap, and I realised that all I had to do was looking in our supply drawer, and there it was, a brand new soap refill ready at disposal. With your planning for provision, no one in this household will ever starve, in need, or lack of anything. Thank you. I am so blessed to have you as my wife."

I am the kind of person who love to plan and always be prepared. I don't like to run to the store to grab a gallon of milk just because we have run out. I always stockpile and try to get the best deal, within reasonable limit, of course! I don't think driving to three different stores just to get the best deal on soaps and bread to be economical, both on money, time, nor gas! I only shop at two different grocery stores, both located on the way home from work. The first one - which is located conveniently next to my office - always have a 10% discount because I use their credit card, but they don't have good quality produce, so I always stockpile on non perishable items like soap when I shop there every three weeks or so. The other is located about two miles away, on the way home, where they have very good quality produce and very good deal on chicken products like meat and eggs, because they have their own farm. I do my grocery shopping every 2-3 weeks for fresh produce, but I always stockpile non perishable items when I can get a good deal, such as buy-one-get-one or deep discount.

Have you ever watched the TLC show "Extreme Couponing"? Definitely I'm not going that extreme! But I do have two drawers, stocked full with toiletries for the whole families. Whenever I open the well-organized drawers, seeing all the bars of soap, tubes of toothpaste, bottles of shampoo, boxes of laundry detergent, and containers of hand soap refill, all stacked and lined neatly like little soldiers ready to go to war, I always feel the satisfying feeling of abundance and gratefulness to have such bounty right on our fingertips. I thank the Lord that we can afford such supplies, save money in the shopping process, and have enough space to organize them.

Last week, I also went shopping to renew Hubby's and Michael's basic clothing neccessities: undershirts, underwear, and socks. Every year we toss out our worn out underclothings and change them with fresh, new ones. I always make sure that towards the end of the year, we have a year supply of new underclothings! I don't shop at regular store for these things, because I have a great alternative: a huge outlet less than a mile away from my office, and on the way home - how convenient that is - that practically sells everything from toys to baby products to affordable fashion to basic neccessities like underclothing. Even the Walmart-style grocery stores cannot beat the prices that I get there. However, the outlet is busy all year round, and finding a parking space is a task in itself, so I only go once or twice a year, and approach the errand with military precision: getting everything on my shopping list and leave immediately. They have lots and lots of pretty things on affordable price that will rob your wallet in New York minute!

Verse of The Week

Whether your being a daughter, a parent, a wife, a homemaker, a careerwoman, a business owner, a friend, a sister, a friend. Whether you're doing laundry, singing, writing, blogging, putting up status on Facebook, exercising, cooking, cleaning. Whether you try to save money in grocery shopping, couponing, learn to sew, read a book. Anything.

I wrote the verse on a piece of post-it, and pasted it on my screen. Thus, everytime I need to do something with my computer, which is an everyday occurence, I must read the verse FIRST. The word of God, I have learnt, is the best protection, in addition to prayer, to face life challenges. And that's especially true when you don't feel like reading the Bible nor praying.

Yes, when you feel like NOT praying, when you feel like NOT reading the Bible, that's the time when you need to to both, most.

Welcome home, Hubby!

The weekend of the terrorist attack was one of the most anxious and worrisome weekend in my adult life! I have to admit, as much as I pray for the victims, their families, and all other casualties of such tragedies in other part of the world, I pray the hardest for the safety of my husband!

Hubby made it home two days after the shooting, on Monday, and we were so grateful and relieved! Michael is too young to understand the situation, yet even he clung to Daddy's legs and won't let go!

Thank you, Lord, for protecting my husband from harm.