<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:59:20.972+08:00</updated><category term='rain forest jumperoo'/><category term='fisher price'/><category term='musical songs'/><category term='moon cake'/><category term='lazy eyes'/><category term='infection'/><category term='colic'/><category term='samson'/><category term='mozart'/><category term='stroller'/><category term='baby first cereal'/><category term='eye brown'/><category term='baby song'/><category term='granny'/><category term='growth spur'/><category term='rice cereal'/><category term='cough'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='bronchitis'/><category term='first word'/><category term='lullaby'/><category term='jumperoo'/><category term='leapfrog'/><category term='Heinz'/><category term='Organic cereal'/><category term='fever'/><category term='injection'/><category term='this old man'/><category term='routine'/><category term='baby toy'/><category term='infant potty training'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='hydrotherapy'/><category term='massage'/><category term='12 week'/><category term='baby cot.'/><category term='shave'/><category term='maternity leave'/><category term='walker'/><category term='office'/><category term='hippo'/><category term='stress'/><category term='clip fan'/><category term='exersaucer'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='hammock'/><category term='free download'/><category term='website'/><category term='phlegm'/><category term='learn and groove activity station'/><category term='sleep pattern'/><category term='wheezing'/><category term='running nose'/><category term='teething'/><category term='bouncing chair'/><category term='toys'/><category term='potty'/><category term='moon cake festival'/><category term='ventolin'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='tummy'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='cot bed'/><category term='head injury'/><category term='animal'/><category term='fan'/><category term='baby'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='parrot'/><category term='little piggy'/><category term='squint'/><category term='sick'/><category term='night cycle'/><category term='pediatrician'/><category term='weebly'/><category term='baby cereal'/><category term='first hold'/><category term='baby cot'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='blogsite'/><title type='text'>Little Samson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1501256222538835733</id><published>2009-02-02T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:24:24.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogsite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weebly'/><title type='text'>Migrated</title><content type='html'>Mummy has migrated my website to &lt;a href="http://babysamson.weebly.com"&gt;weebly&lt;/a&gt;. Please go there for new updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1501256222538835733?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1501256222538835733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1501256222538835733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1501256222538835733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1501256222538835733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2009/02/migrated.html' title='Migrated'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-8421520900572300250</id><published>2009-01-14T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:44:29.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heinz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice cereal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organic cereal'/><title type='text'>Organic Cereal</title><content type='html'>Yesterday mummy let me tried the Heinz organic cereal.  It is for baby above 6 months.  Looks pretty much the same as the 4 months rice cereal that I took except this one contains traces of soy and wheat. Taste wise, quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, today my throat don't feel comfortable.  I had to clear my throat early in the morning. I coughed three times during the day and mummy said perhaps I need to wait till I'm older before I try this product again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she told Nan Moe jie-jie to give me back my Heinz white cereal for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-8421520900572300250?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/8421520900572300250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=8421520900572300250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/8421520900572300250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/8421520900572300250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2009/01/organic-cereal.html' title='Organic Cereal'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1915763990399971508</id><published>2009-01-13T10:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:26:02.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth spur'/><title type='text'>Just recovered from flu</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I was sick again.  Think I caught a virus from mummy, because she had throat infection.  Once again it took about 2 weeks.  First it was cough, then the cough syrup was lousy.  I went back on 31 Dec to change the cough syrup.  Took me another one week to complete those medicine but my nose felt watery still.  Mummy brought me back to the PD and she said I had a slight swell at the nose and needed anti-sensitive medicine.  That takes another 5 days, the medicine tasted bitter but I was a terrific good boy, and took my zrytec/pred faithfully.  Finally, I completed the whole course yesterday, HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the exciting part.  Mummy said I am big boy now so I get to try out different type of food.  I have since taken pork and fish porridge, pear and banana.  Granny is going to start adding vegetable to my diet. Not sure if I will like it but it sounded really exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, mummy taught me how to bite with my newly grown tooth (4 of them now!)  The top two inched out on 8 Jan 09. I remembered because it was a chilly night but I was perspiring all over. Mummy found me hot and sweaty so she changed me.  It was tough, I couldn't sleep that night because my teeth hurts.  I slept a lot during the day and couldn't sleep at night, waking up every 2 hours was disturbing.  However, I was glad that mummy was there with me all the time.  Mummy said that is because I am teething and growing up.  I struggled for 3 consecutive nights and felt much better now.  I felt that I am stronger and taller now. Mummy said its time to buy me some new tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also mastered clapping.  I can clap loudly when happy and when asked to.  I have also learnt that bye bye means mummy will be leaving the house for a long time before I see her again at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I can only say "oh", but I hope to learn some new words soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1915763990399971508?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1915763990399971508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1915763990399971508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1915763990399971508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1915763990399971508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-recovered-from-flu.html' title='Just recovered from flu'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-5063812432691162244</id><published>2008-11-17T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:32:31.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheezing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventolin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bronchitis'/><title type='text'>Bronchitis</title><content type='html'>Yesterday mummy was home because our new maid is going for thumbprint.  Shortly after she left, mummy feed me cough syrup and sat me in the stroller.  I suddenly felt terrible and vomited like a merlion.  Oh it stinks!  This is the second time I vomited in my stroller.  Mummy called daddy, and granny came back to take care of me.  Granny sat down with me to watch my favourite children songs while mummy cleaned up the mess.  I fell sound asleep in the hammock later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, when mummy gave me the cough syrup, again I vomited.  But this time on jie-jie (our new maid) when she brought me to the living room sofa.  But she was not mad at me, instead she held me patiently till I finished vomitting. By thge time granny arrives at our house, mummy and jie-jie already cleaned me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny said I need to go see doctor again so mummy agreed to arrange for the afternoon. My favourite PD is on holiday, Dr. Allyson examined and said I am wheezing and diagnosed me bronchitis.  Granny was heartbroken.  The nurses made me wear a mask and inhaled ventolin to help clear my congested lung. It makes awful loud noise, I don't like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy brough back a lot of medicine.  And that includes antibiotics and a device with the nasal inhaler.  I was told to go back for checkup on friday again.  My favourite PD should be back by then, I just hope I will recover by then.  So sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-5063812432691162244?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/5063812432691162244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=5063812432691162244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/5063812432691162244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/5063812432691162244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/11/bronchitis.html' title='Bronchitis'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1580904208644189430</id><published>2008-11-11T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:58:40.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coughing badly</title><content type='html'>Today mummy told me that I can stop taking Zyrtec.  It will be my last dose.  I was delighted.  After my morning feed, I started coughing badly.  There were a lot of phlegm in my throat, I felt terrible.  Mummy called the Kids Clinic but my PD is on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to bring me to a family clinic nearby.  Dr. Richard gave me a cough syrup and told me I must continue taking Zyrtec because it helps clear my running nose.  I was disappointed.  However, mummy got me Zyrtec drops instead, so I can drink with my milk, YIPPY.  As for the cough syrup, it taste better, and it is exactly the same medicine that Mummy is taking, YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to mimic mummy coughing and she reprimanded me.  Now that I am really sick, I know it felt terrible, I think I may not mimic her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to recover soon.  Mummy say I am building up my immune system, hopefully after this experience I will be stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1580904208644189430?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1580904208644189430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1580904208644189430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1580904208644189430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1580904208644189430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/11/coughing-badly.html' title='Coughing badly'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1840024630303841880</id><published>2008-11-06T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:50:53.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had swollen eyes!</title><content type='html'>Mummy had been home taking care of me since I was sick.  Granny was sick last week but she came back today and mummy went to work.  When mummy left home, I was nice, but later, Granny said I had sore eyes.  Mummy was shocked to hear that but she thought I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night mummy came home and found my eyes were really swollen.  She called my PD and she said I need Zyrtec.  Next day, mummy send me to the PD and she said my flu virus went to my eyes. Poor me, got to take so many medicine.  But I am a brave boy, I listened to mummy and took my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got sick of the medicine after a while, taste horrible. I tried to get away with it but mummy said NO. I had no choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1840024630303841880?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1840024630303841880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1840024630303841880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1840024630303841880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1840024630303841880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-swollen-eyes.html' title='I had swollen eyes!'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-8155498114225303892</id><published>2008-10-29T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:45:24.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running nose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I am sick!</title><content type='html'>Today I vomited out my favourite rice cereal. Granny called mummy immediately.  And mummy said must see doctor.  I felt terrible. I coughed and felt pain in the throat.  I could hardly drink my milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy took half day and brought me to the PD.  PD said I have running nose and running a fever of 38.2 degree.  Strange, when mummy measured me at home i was normal. Anyway, PD gave me three types of medicines. The pink colour one is for fever and green colour one for running nose and cough.  PD also gave an orange colour one for high fever of 38.5 degree, just in case.  She said that lately the fever can last for 3 days.  If fever do not subside in 5 days, I should go back to see her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The minute I reached home, mummy gave me a little water and the medicine. The green colour one makes me drowsy but it makes my throat less painful.  Then mummy gave me the pink colour one, which is not too bad either.  Mummy said I am a good boy, I took my medicine faithfully. I know I will recover faster if I take my medicine timely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep but there was some loud noise downstairs that woke me up.  So irritating.  Mummy and auntie showered me and feed me.  I managed to finish a little more milk this time. So sleepy, mummy tried to put me in my baby cot but I hate to be alone.  So she let me sleep in the big bed and asked auntie to watch me by the side.  It felt much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-8155498114225303892?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/8155498114225303892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=8155498114225303892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/8155498114225303892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/8155498114225303892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-sick.html' title='I am sick!'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-3081060333264261103</id><published>2008-10-26T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:56:38.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hippo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parrot'/><title type='text'>Going to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up early, have my pear cereal, changed and get ready. Mummy say today she will bring me to the zoo. Daddy woke up early and we left the house for breakfast. We went to the new food court at Compass Point on 4th level. It was very warm but luckily mummy brought my little fan along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi ride was long and far. I am sleepy but too excited. Throughout the taxi ride, I was trying to reach for the stickers on the window. Finally we reached the zoo... but i felt puky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the entrance we saw some colourful parrots but I felt sick. Then we went on a little further and daddy laid me down on my stroller, I quickly fell asleep. Daddy and Mummy took turns to push me around, the road was very bumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have motion sickness, I slept for quite long and when I woke up, I saw the elephant show. But still felt kind of giddy. I think the elephants were splashing water or pushing tree trunk into the water.... a while later, they took me to the amphitheatre. It was almost noon. I puked all over the stroller. Yucks, it stinks. Auntie and mummy helped me changed and decided to stay there till the show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was not feeling well either. She slept late yesterday and woke up early today. Daddy hated the hot sun because he had sun burn from work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long long wait, at 1.30pm, finally the show started. There were hawks and monkeys and otters. Many men and women dressed in natives costumes beating drums... I am not too excited. I like to see the otter climbing the tree though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show ended, we make our way back to the entrance. Quite sad because we barely covered one third of the entire journey. On the way back we see the hippo, the monkeys, and the parrots again. At the exit, an auntie gave me a a little 3D ruler with a bear.  I was hesitant to accept but mummy said it is okay. It looks pretty fun as I can scratch on it and it makes some silly sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi ride home is equally far. I got hungry a little and took a little milk. I don't like the weather, although today was quite cool, and it drizzled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie showered me and I quickly fell asleep again. When I wake up, I was energised. I prefer my home afterall. Playing with my little box is more fun. Perhaps when I grow older, I will like the zoo better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-3081060333264261103?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/3081060333264261103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=3081060333264261103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3081060333264261103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3081060333264261103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-zoo.html' title='Going to the Zoo'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-2681830862303653043</id><published>2008-10-21T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:29:08.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squint'/><title type='text'>Minor Head Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Samson stood up in his baby cot on his own! He was playing with his little musical lamb and suddenly he pulled himself and stood up. I was facing him about an inch away from the cot and he smiled proudly at me. But the next second he landed on his bump and fell sideway hitting the back of his head. Before I could react, I heard a loud bang and he burst into tears. Poor little darling, I picked him and he cried for 30 seconds. Then he is happily playing again. He looks alright but his little concaved head (from sleeping on his back when younger) now seems worst. His head has rounded quite a bit since he started to sleep on tummy but now... sigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought him downstairs to watch cars and buses, one of his usual activities, before my maid clean him up before bed. I noticed a little redness and bump on his head and started to worry a little. After he sleeps I SMS michael and told him about the accident. He suggested I speak with the PD, which I did. To be on the safe side, I decided to bring him for checkup anyhow. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_f4T876oI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ruEfb4aLslk/s1600-h/P1000691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169048313555586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_f4T876oI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ruEfb4aLslk/s320/P1000691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, the PD checked and said Samson looks alright, so just monitor him. I took the opportunity to check about his lazy eyes, which Michael keep complaining about. PD examined and said looks fine to her but if we are still worried, the best is to see an eye specialist, suggested we take some photo for record. Samson seems to squint a little, look at the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-2681830862303653043?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/2681830862303653043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=2681830862303653043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2681830862303653043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2681830862303653043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/10/minor-head-injury.html' title='Minor Head Injury'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_f4T876oI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ruEfb4aLslk/s72-c/P1000691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-423667666965830581</id><published>2008-10-19T19:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:21:52.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby toy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain forest jumperoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisher price'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumperoo'/><title type='text'>Fisher Price Rain Forest Jumperoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SPsXHq_7YfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/vE9pdhTP2FQ/s1600-h/P1000688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258822410454131186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SPsXHq_7YfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/vE9pdhTP2FQ/s200/P1000688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second toy which I rented for Samson. Samson was a little quiet for the first 3 days, and I actually called the salesmen to ask for an exchange. He seems to be very quiet, perhaps it looks a little strange to him, he stared hard at it each time not knowing what to do. So I spent some time coaching him and played music video to stimulate him. Look at the video below and you know &lt;div&gt;he simply loves dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-423667666965830581?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/423667666965830581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=423667666965830581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/423667666965830581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/423667666965830581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/10/fisher-price-rain-forest-jumperoo.html' title='Fisher Price Rain Forest Jumperoo'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SPsXHq_7YfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/vE9pdhTP2FQ/s72-c/P1000688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-2760613537154018556</id><published>2008-10-19T18:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:51:12.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby toy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn and groove activity station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapfrog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exersaucer'/><title type='text'>Leapfrog Learn and Groove Activity Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_YJbzm4SI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xLee0KSeLWw/s1600-h/P1000583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260160546386665762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_YJbzm4SI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xLee0KSeLWw/s200/P1000583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my feedback for the Exersaucer that Samson played. The first one I rented from this toy shop, it turned out that he liked it. It was a little faulty so the salesman gave a small discount. I had it for a month and here's some pictures of Samson in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first hated the "hang it baby" but after a while got used to it. There are a total of five toys. See the five buttons, it has numbers on it. When pressed, it will activate a voice that read out the number and the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a flipping book, that Samson loves. He keep flipping it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_XYNlDR-I/AAAAAAAAA2k/NM5RnXuwvYU/s1600-h/P1000656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260159700753926114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_XYNlDR-I/AAAAAAAAA2k/NM5RnXuwvYU/s200/P1000656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SPsS4HmrkpI/AAAAAAAAA08/EP_1CM1GbKA/s1600-h/P1000582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right is a disc, when pulled correctly, it will play different music, help Samson practice his motor skill.  The microphone on the right supposed to bounced away but because it was old and faulty, it usually ends up in Samson's mouth. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the globe on the left, you can either press or spin it, again good for practicing motor skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all it all , I think this is a good toy. Except Samson is a little tall for it and it is already at its maximum height. So my suggestion to all is, although it is a good investment to buy one, renting may be more economical. I rent it for a month for 1/4 of the selling price. But if you have more children, then it may be worth buying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-2760613537154018556?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/2760613537154018556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=2760613537154018556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2760613537154018556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2760613537154018556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/10/leapfrog-learn-and-groove-activity.html' title='Leapfrog Learn and Groove Activity Station'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_YJbzm4SI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xLee0KSeLWw/s72-c/P1000583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-5043071950961195972</id><published>2008-10-18T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:58:17.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cot.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cereal'/><title type='text'>General update</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last wrote.  Been really busy at work. Also busy juggling among my driving lesson and looking after Samson when I am home.  He grows well and speedily.  He has been on his cereal for a while, now taking five tablespoon twice a day.  I have tested him with pear, apple and carrot.  He did not like the green apple puree and carrot, eventhough he still finishes them.  But he loves pear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I mixed apple puree with his cereal and he seems to love it.  Finishes his cereal in five minutes.  Early this week, I mixed his cereal with carrot, he took so long to finish it.  Maybe he takes after me, I hated carrot when I was young.  Maybe I made it too thick, will try to dilute it a little next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson is now 80cm tall.  I noticed his right leg is slightly longer than left.  So is the right feet, slightly bigger.  His upper body is longer, Michael told me it runs in his family.  He is now wearing 1 year old shirt and 6 months old pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgot to mention, he loves his new baby cot.  Now he just keep tumbling in the cot from side to side and play with his little musical lamb.  He is a happy little boy, laugh a lot, play a lot too.  But when he is hungry, he sure throw his temper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-5043071950961195972?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/5043071950961195972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=5043071950961195972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/5043071950961195972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/5043071950961195972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/10/general-update.html' title='General update'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1997929002563286360</id><published>2008-10-01T22:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:10:17.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SQCHZ5kDJzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/WdZBokJiPLo/s1600-h/P1000619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353243787241266" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SQCHZ5kDJzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/WdZBokJiPLo/s200/P1000619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Children's Day and mummy said I can play whole day. She told Daddy long ago that today they must bring me out to play. I woke up early as usual (7am) and waited. Mummy and I tried to wake daddy up early but he was too tired. Finally daddy woke up at 10am and we get to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the bus, we met a Malay couple. This uncle looks interesting in purple outfit and his partner also wearing a purple outfit. Mummy said its Hari Raya so they are all dressed up same colour and leave house for visiting. The journey to Downtown East took so long, i dozed off on the bus. When I woke up, we are in a restaurant, daddy, mummy and auntie were having their lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right after lunch, mummy took me to the Ferris Wheel. They told us not to stand up, but its okay for me because I am small, they cannot see me from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that daddy brought me to the park.  It was hot and humid, but I get to drive my stroller.  After the walk at the park, I was perspiring all over. Mummy was clever, she brought me to Aranda Country Club and changed me there.  It was quiet, and cool unless downtown east.  When we got back to downtown east, there were two big tentage.  There was a big popular sales and mummy got me three books!  One of them have a winne the pooh puppet, the second one has 3D pictures that I can touch and the third is an ABC book with colourful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we took the bus.  I was so tired, I dozed off on the journey back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1997929002563286360?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1997929002563286360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1997929002563286360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1997929002563286360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1997929002563286360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/10/childrens-day.html' title='Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SQCHZ5kDJzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/WdZBokJiPLo/s72-c/P1000619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-139203830505438302</id><published>2008-09-27T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:17:34.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Diary Product Recall</title><content type='html'>with the rising fear of China diary product, for the convenience of all parents with babies, I have added a news reel on china diary product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-139203830505438302?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/139203830505438302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=139203830505438302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/139203830505438302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/139203830505438302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/09/china-diary-product-recall.html' title='China Diary Product Recall'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1098749111625188770</id><published>2008-09-14T09:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:03:17.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little piggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon cake festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon cake'/><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I almost forgot about the little piggy until I went to my daddy house and he passed me a little piggy. I then recalled that when we were young, every little children gets a little piggy on moon cake festival. It taste terrible but it looks extremely cute. My sister bought little piggy for every children and Samson gets one too. Sorry darling, you are too young to eat it, though you can play with it but the ants have moved it. So mummy took a few photos for your memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260163328312618114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_arXScLII/AAAAAAAAA28/lMS6UnLyst8/s200/P1000652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260163339809977538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_asCHn9MI/AAAAAAAAA3E/4G08SLHEuX0/s200/P1000653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260163321044281602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_aq8NiKQI/AAAAAAAAA20/Mk6csCpPyRc/s200/P1000650.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1098749111625188770?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1098749111625188770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1098749111625188770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1098749111625188770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1098749111625188770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_arXScLII/AAAAAAAAA28/lMS6UnLyst8/s72-c/P1000652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-7361685049752890950</id><published>2008-09-07T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:03:39.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccups</title><content type='html'>Samson is due for another pediatrician visit this Saturday.  Michael reminded me to let Samson know beforehand so he is mentally prepared.  Although I told him to delay till later, I cannot resist informing Samson yesterday.  And once again it is proven, Samson start having hiccups, twice yesterday and thrice today.  I hope he won't get more fussy than that because the last few time, he had colic and hiccup.  I have not told Samson that this time round he is going for 2 jabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also call me a over protective mother, but who is not.  My MIL today again mentioned about giving Samson a walker, I told her we have decided not to.  Samson must learn to crawl before he walk. Reason is that a walker exercises his lower leg but not the upper leg and thigh muscle.  And in many countries, walker is not recommended, and it is also banned in Canada.  Instead I have rented a Exersaucer.  One that allow him to exercise his muscles, jump and practice standing.  Not sure how it will turn out but I believe Samson will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had an argument with my MIL. She told me that she gave Samson a little bit of bread last Friday.  I obviously objected strongly.  She insisted that Samson is already over 5 months, is ready to eat all kinds of food. You can say I over-react but I am a protective mother, so I don't care about what other mothers do, they can take their risk, I am not prepared to.  Feeding baby any food other than their infant formula or breastmilk is subject to possible allergy. Most bread contains butter, sugar and egg.  And egg is one of the top ten allergy product. The digestive system for a 6 month baby is not fully developed yet, giving Samson baby cereal is just to let him get used to solid food.  And the only reason I started him on cereal was to increase his iron intake, which should have depleted by now. I rather be safe than sorry.  I want my son to be healthy, bubbly and happy. I will not take the risk of giving him any food that will burden his digestive system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-7361685049752890950?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/7361685049752890950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=7361685049752890950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7361685049752890950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7361685049752890950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/09/hiccups.html' title='Hiccups'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-2308872047341831718</id><published>2008-09-01T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:45:18.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Led Weaning</title><content type='html'>I finally understood what is baby led weaning.  Last Saturday, I tried feeding Samson his usual milk but he keeps pushing away the bottle.  So I decided to start him on his cereal.  Things went more smoothly than I thought. Guess I was too nervous, Samson love his cereal and enjoyed it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 minutes, he finished his first teaspoon of cereal. It seems easier than I thought.  He looks like he wanted more on Sunday, I gave him two teaspoon, again he finishes in a swift.  When my MIL takes over, he only takes 5 mins to finish his cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/lifestylelink/SProG-IQ5zI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eeZcH0tnpag/s400/P1000545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/lifestylelink/SProG-IQ5zI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eeZcH0tnpag/s400/P1000545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should not worry too much.  My son knows what he wants and I should just follow his growth pace.  I bought a bunch of banana today and told Michael, perhaps we can let baby try banana, he was worried.  Think he is just like me, overly protective, we should learn to let out and follow baby's growth pace, otherwise we are just slowing him down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-2308872047341831718?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/2308872047341831718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=2308872047341831718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2308872047341831718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2308872047341831718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-led-weaning.html' title='Baby Led Weaning'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/lifestylelink/SProG-IQ5zI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eeZcH0tnpag/s72-c/P1000545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-8953682733141040983</id><published>2008-08-23T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:44:50.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby first cereal'/><title type='text'>Baby First Cereal</title><content type='html'>I am planning to let Samson starts cereal soon. I find his growth rate has slow down and perhaps its time to add a little iron to his diet. Considered giving him eggs, but realised it is too early and egg is one of the top ten allergy food. I asked several of my friends and finally I decided to let him take Heinz instant rice cereal. Instant is easy to prepare and I just need to mix it with the milk powder that he drinks now, so it will be easy to adept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find a good time to start him off and my maid can continue with the feed. Five months old and he is grasping everything he sees and put in the mouth. Whenever we eat, he is looking anxiously at the food. So it about time to start him soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-8953682733141040983?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/8953682733141040983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=8953682733141040983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/8953682733141040983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/8953682733141040983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-first-cereal.html' title='Baby First Cereal'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-679488326833200163</id><published>2008-08-12T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:42:54.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby cot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cot bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bouncing chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Baby Walker</title><content type='html'>I am convinced that it is not good for a child normal development to use walker. I had been toying with this decision for over a month, and have now decided it is not feasible.  Baby must learn to crawl before they learn to walk and Walker gives them a short cut to skool around.  That is not good education and not good for Samson's normal development.  Walker strengthen the lower leg muscle but not the upper thigh and buttock muscles.  I start to wonder if my parents gave me Walker, I must admit I have very weak adomen and leg muscle.  One of the key reason I cannot master swimming is that I don't have strength to trap water.  I don't mind letting Samson start slow but it is better.  If he skool around now, he is too young to know dangers, when he can walk on his own, which should be around the age of one, he would have learnt what is dangerous.  Moreover, my house is too small for him to skool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind getting him a bouncing chair, been looking around today.  A good one cost around $300 so I may just rent one for a month, which cost only $35. That one is good for exercising his legs and improve his motor skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today I went to the Baby Fair at Takashimaya and bought a couple of things.  One of it was a mini fan for Samson to put at his cot.  Because the cot is surrounded by the bumper, he is always too hot, the fan cannot reach him.  So I found one clip fan for him to clip at the cot.  He was overwhelmed.  When the fan spins, there are colourful lights, he was so excited that he refused to drink his milk.  I, of course, pretended to be very angry and gave him a good scolding.  Then he settles quietly and finished his milk.  Tried to use it just now but the fan was too noisy at night and with the colourful lights, if he wakes up, I bet he will not go back to sleep.  So I guess, the mini clip fan, will just be a day time toy, his favourite one of couse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His current cot bed is getting a little small and is not user friendly.  He is only 22 weeks and the width of the cot is already too small!  The length will be too short in no time too.  But more importantly, this one is lousy because it only has two adjustable level, very high up or low on the floor level.  And the wooden rail is by lock, not push down system. Now he sleeps on the floor level, but the railing is too high, so I have to squat or bend all the way 180 degree to place him in the cot.  Anyway considering the cot bed, which is on promotion now, from a usual price of $758, down to $358 is a pretty good deal and best of all, no more back ache. Either that or I am toying with the idea of getting a side rail to attach to the single bed that we already have, he loves to sleep there anyway, and no need for bumper, and good bye for soaking wet shirt in the morning. The side rail cost only $135.  I am actually quite keen to do that just need to discuss with Michael over the safety measures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-679488326833200163?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/679488326833200163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=679488326833200163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/679488326833200163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/679488326833200163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-walker.html' title='Baby Walker'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-2836286191984941707</id><published>2008-08-05T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:55:11.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant potty training'/><title type='text'>Potty Time</title><content type='html'>I finally found the time to buy him a potty today. Just grab the smallest size available at kiddy palace. Told my maid to potty train him every 3 hour, after feeding. I am really delighted, I gave him the potty just now, goes shssssssssss.......... and there he goes, clever boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I told Michael that I am going to buy Samson a potty, he asked me, isn't he too young to be toilet train? Little did he know that there is no need to untrain him. Just that modern couples train little babies to use diapers as mobile toilet and then when babies turn 1 year or older, they untrain them to use the potty. So in this case, there is no need for me to untrain Samson. When I remove his diapers and go 'shssssss' he just urine, because it is natural. My maid turns out more excited than my son when she sees Samson does what I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just turning 20 weeks so perfect timing to start potty training and I believe in no time, no more diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFVoLz88hiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFVoLz88hiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot to mention that last night, I finally let Samson tryout sleeping on his little tummy. It turns out okay I guess, he was quite indifferent to it but I was told it is good for little babies because it helps strengthen his neck and back muscles. Must try to give him more bodily freedom, just realised that I had been too protective and he seems a little slow in body movement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-2836286191984941707?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/2836286191984941707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=2836286191984941707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2836286191984941707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2836286191984941707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/08/potty-time.html' title='Potty Time'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-6745050308602503127</id><published>2008-08-02T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:54:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left-Handed</title><content type='html'>Right from the time Samson came back from hospital, i have a hinge that he is going to be left handed.  We swaddle him when he sleeps, the next minute, I will find his left hand outside the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now becoming more obvious, as he grows older.  He can hold things longer on his left hand.  He exercise more strength on his left hand.  The other day, I saw him take out his right hand smitten using his left fingers.  But when he try the reverse, he gets stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people says that left hander are more artistic and tends to be more clever.  I am more worried that he will be inconvenienced by not being a right hander.  The world is basically designed for right handed people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let nature takes it's course.  I still love him equally whether he is left or right handed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-6745050308602503127?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/6745050308602503127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=6745050308602503127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/6745050308602503127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/6745050308602503127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/08/left-handed.html' title='Left-Handed'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-6825038847374416816</id><published>2008-07-23T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:58:21.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lullaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shave'/><title type='text'>4 months old</title><content type='html'>Samson is already 18 weeks old.  Yesterday was the first time, he held on to my two little thumbs and when i said "up", he sit up straight on the couch.  I was not surprised he could sit up but was excited that he recognised the word "up".  I reckon that's because Michael taught him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now trying hard to turn on his little tummy.  He loves to try turning when in baby cot because the width gave him the chance to kick at the side and start moving around. If I leave him on the mattress, there is nothing around for him to lend support.  Smart little boy.  And he also gets the enjoyment of playing with the little lamb, I bought for him.  The one that sings lullaby and lights up when touch. He manages to play with it himself with his little kicks when in cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that he had his 4 months haircut earlier?  Well, he did and he accept it willingly. But when it comes to the eye brown, he was reluctant, perhaps because I was undecisive for the hairdresser to shave it.  Anyway because he protested, the hairdresser shaved only half his eye brown!  If only I knew, I would have skipped the eye brown shaving, poor darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-6825038847374416816?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/6825038847374416816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=6825038847374416816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/6825038847374416816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/6825038847374416816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-months-old.html' title='4 months old'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-133007475424854524</id><published>2008-07-17T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:41:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Swimming Lesson</title><content type='html'>Yes, Samson first swimming lesson was on sunday, 13 July 08. Although the appointment was 11am, because he woke up late that day, we reached at 12noon. We feed him and let him rested for 30 minutes before we let him have his first trial lesson. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VnwZyqPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BkiiDGiDjUo/s1600-h/P1000441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260157768776722674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VnwZyqPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BkiiDGiDjUo/s200/P1000441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VoCk0-cI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Us3b3xfUnzQ/s1600-h/P1000444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260157773654849986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VoCk0-cI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Us3b3xfUnzQ/s200/P1000444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strip him naked and put the float around his neck. The lousy attendant took a small float and tried to force it around his neck! Samson protested in cry and I think he was a little nervous after that. When we eventually put him into the tub, he was really nervious. His two tiny hands hold on tightly to each other and look at me helplessly and not kicking at all. Little did I realised that he was so tall that he was actually standing in the tub, no wonder he did not kick. Thankfully Michael was observants enough to point out that mistake and the attendant added more water into the tub. Then he kicks a little. I keep reassuring him that daddy and mummy is around and he will be safe. Slowly he let goes his hand and started to swim a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VnS_qx3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/B_f8AO5h4aU/s1600-h/P1000439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260157760882526066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VnS_qx3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/B_f8AO5h4aU/s200/P1000439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He adept quickly and started to kick and peddle. He could even float on water if not for the fact that the tub is too small in circumference for him. He enjoyed the swim and started to smile happily. And Michael is convinced that we should let Samson continue his swimming lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the tub for about 20 minutes. After that the attendant did a body massage for him and he giggles happily. I am sure he enjoys it. We feed him a little more milk and he quickly doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VooLkcnI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Jj0-KaAy3wA/s1600-h/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260157783749456498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VooLkcnI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Jj0-KaAy3wA/s200/P1000450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, of coursed, signed him up for another 4 lessons. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-133007475424854524?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/133007475424854524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=133007475424854524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/133007475424854524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/133007475424854524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-swimming-lesson.html' title='First Swimming Lesson'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEmBijkiZk8/SP_VnwZyqPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BkiiDGiDjUo/s72-c/P1000441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-2245263262849332876</id><published>2008-07-10T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:15:02.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hydrotherapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Anxious Mother</title><content type='html'>Michael said I worry too much and planned too early for Samson. I came home two days ago with two ABC books for Samson (yes already!) I was busy teaching my maid so that she can in turn teach my son during the day when I am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also booked for his fourth month haircut. We are a little worried because after the first month haircut, his hair did not grow evenly. Hair did not grow on the two sides and the back of his head. My MIL said it should grow better after the fourth month haircut, I am keeping my finger crossed. My father said I must have cleaned something too much when I was pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So coming Monday, the hairdresser will come. And Samson will be four months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of sending him to this hydrotherapy (swimming) lesson since he was born. I finally got the go ahead from Michael. I have booked for him to try out his first swimming lesson this Sunday, hopefully he will like it. I cannot swim and it has been my regret. I hope he can start early and like it, its a very good exercise and sport. And the organiser told me that for some reason, after baby turn 4 months, they tends to be more afraid of water so I am really anxious to let him try out. I will get my camera ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was surfing the net, I came across some information on infant potty training and found that really interesting. I am pretty certain I will try out early for Samson, definitely before he turn six months old because after that it may become difficult. Parents out there don't underestimate your little baby's intelligent. Samson is already capable of informing the caregiver when he wants to poo. It should not be difficult for him to signal to us when he wants to pee.  In fact, he used to pee when we change his diaper or when he is naked, it is just natural.  My maid complained about him always pee-ing on her.  I was the one who taught him not to pee when naked, regretly, but to pee on his diapers.  So I made the mistake of teaching him the wrong thing and I need to undo and make good that error.  Infant are capable of peeing at the right time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-2245263262849332876?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/2245263262849332876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=2245263262849332876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2245263262849332876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2245263262849332876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/07/anxious-mother.html' title='Anxious Mother'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-3974588725452986036</id><published>2008-07-09T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:53:55.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit up</title><content type='html'>When I came home today, my maid told me that Samson did not play at all for the whole day.  He was busy trying to sit up.  I put him on his tummy and he could now lift his head with support from both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When michael got home, I told him about it.  Guess what, he told me he was playing sit up with him in the morning!  So that explains his behaviour.  Samson was trying real hard to practice what daddy has just taught him!  He was so tired, he slept early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-3974588725452986036?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/3974588725452986036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=3974588725452986036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3974588725452986036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3974588725452986036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/07/sit-up.html' title='Sit up'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-2404983569076819855</id><published>2008-07-06T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:48:04.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroller'/><title type='text'>First time in Stroller</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time Samson ride in his stroller to my father's house.  It must be quite an experience for him.  We have taken him in the stroller before but just to a nearby coffee shop.  But today is different because Ah Gong's house is really far (from seng kang to tiong bahru).  We even brought along his little green pillow so he will feel more comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His expression is really interesting.  Both of his hand held tight to the side of the stroller as we pushes him.  He looks puzzled and worrysome.  He must be wondering, how come his bed keep moving. He was really tired along the journey but he didn't sleep a wink.  By the time he reached Ah Gong's house (about an hour later) he was really exhausted.  He was crying for sleep upon reaching and slept for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same for the return journey.  He held tight to the sides of the stroller as we make our way back home.  And he got his first experience drinking from his milk bottle on the MRT train!  With so many pairs of eyes on him, I really wonder how he felt.  First thing he did when he reach home is to sleep peacefully in his cot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-2404983569076819855?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/2404983569076819855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=2404983569076819855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2404983569076819855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/2404983569076819855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-time-in-stroller.html' title='First time in Stroller'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-9008824631152225872</id><published>2008-07-06T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:09:55.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mozart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical songs'/><title type='text'>Baby Mozart</title><content type='html'>Samson loves to listen to songs so I have been hunting around. Happened to find this free download for mozart musical. These Mozart favorites have been developed and arranged by Dr. Norman M. Weinberger, a renowned neurobiologist, and Jimmie Haskell, a 3-time GRAMMY® award winner. For anyone who is interested it comes in two parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.munchkin.com/information_station/get_download.php?file=../userfiles/MozartWombsongCollection.zip"&gt;Mozart wombsong collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.munchkin.com/information_station/get_download.php?file=../userfiles/MozartForToddlers.zip"&gt;Mozart Toddlers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music provides a powerful means of mental and physical development. Research has revealed that babies are born with the abilities to hear, organize and understand many aspects of music. Babies' capacity to recognize, invent and play with music increases as they develop through childhood. Music is natural to children and should be used as an important part of their experiences during development.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parents can best promote children's natural interest in music by playing music that is developmentally appropriate for various stages of childhood. To encourage more attention to the music, play together with music. It not only provides beneficial stimulation, but also important bonding time for you and your child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-9008824631152225872?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/9008824631152225872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=9008824631152225872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/9008824631152225872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/9008824631152225872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-mozart.html' title='Baby Mozart'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-6903642307032228480</id><published>2008-07-05T10:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:27:36.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granny'/><title type='text'>Adjusting to new routine</title><content type='html'>Now that I go back to work, I need to adjust to the new routine, so is Samson.  Now he don't get to see mummy in the day, only at night.  He gets a little confused with the new routine and wake up to play at night, obviously no one is there for him. I am already starting to miss Samson at work because when I leave home, he is still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to tell him that Monday to Friday, he sees granny in the day and mummy at night. After that, he settles down better. Clever little boy, learn real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague send me a video clip, which I find really inspiring.  So I like to share it here for all mummy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd9163280978965e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd9163280978965e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330008698%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3477AD597606AE3F8B5E4C4E20940F5BF8E54983.19AF767BBF6C7B7CA00E2108526286F2941AA433%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd9163280978965e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJc9myQuRKEBVKSzDk2MzTOHB88&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd9163280978965e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330008698%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3477AD597606AE3F8B5E4C4E20940F5BF8E54983.19AF767BBF6C7B7CA00E2108526286F2941AA433%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd9163280978965e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJc9myQuRKEBVKSzDk2MzTOHB88&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-6903642307032228480?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bd9163280978965e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/6903642307032228480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=6903642307032228480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/6903642307032228480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/6903642307032228480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/07/adjusting-to-new-routine.html' title='Adjusting to new routine'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1693061127377124588</id><published>2008-06-30T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:23:47.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phlegm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maternity leave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>I am returning to work</title><content type='html'>Three and a half month of maternity leave just passed.  It is time for me to return back to office.  I am getting a little stressed, not sure if I will be used to it.  Life has taken a change a little as it no longer is just me and Michael.  Now it involves little samson and my maid.  Still trying to adjust to the change.  Michael is getting a little nervous as well, worried that our maid cannot cope alone, he has seeked his mother for help and she has kindly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will drop by daily to help oversee the house while we are at work.  It is quite a relieve to know that at least there is one more person to help out, although there will be some adjustment to make in terms of how we manage Samson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Samson has been coughing and sneezing, but luckily no fever.  I spoke with the pediatrician, she said to observe him further.  I think he finds it interesting and just want to mimic mummy, since he heard me coughing.  My maid just told me, at night when I cough, Samson copied.  When I am out of the house, he is fine.  Sometimes he genuinely cough but thats probably due to the phlegm and sticky throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1693061127377124588?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1693061127377124588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1693061127377124588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1693061127377124588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1693061127377124588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-returning-to-work.html' title='I am returning to work'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-1536259297505182253</id><published>2008-06-26T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:04:37.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injection'/><title type='text'>No fever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Samson went for his 3rd injection.  He did well, no cry and no fever.  After his injection, we bring him shopping before returning home.  He did not sleep, played the whole day till he was really tired and went to bed early at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he woke up early, 5.45am.  I am sick this few days, throat infection.  Dare not carry baby but can't help touching him some times.  Michael say he heard him coughing hopefully not because of me.  Will ask my maid to watch out, it could just be his saliva or the milk that irritates the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fever never subside, quite strange because usually I react very fast.  Think I will visit the doctor again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-1536259297505182253?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/1536259297505182253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=1536259297505182253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1536259297505182253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/1536259297505182253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-fever.html' title='No fever'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-7936057580593347759</id><published>2008-06-23T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:05:20.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pediatrician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Colic</title><content type='html'>This few days, Samson cries a lot more because of Colic.  I recall the pediatrician told me that Colic usually becomes less of a problem when baby passes 3 months and he just did.  Poor Samson cries in pain each time he drinks his milk. I had to start burping him 5-6 times at each feed. Luckily I still have the colic medicine from the pediatrician. But it tasted awful and Samson hates it.  I have to sneak in the colic medicine when he is having his milk but he is getting smarter.  Twice, after taking the medicine, he graps the milk bottle close to his mouth and sucks heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time Samson has colic.  I remembered the last time was also just before he went for his hepatitis B injection. It is as though he knew he will be poked in a few days for his third injection. Last time, he did well, no cry and no fever.  Hopefully this time will be equally smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up Samson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-7936057580593347759?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/7936057580593347759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=7936057580593347759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7936057580593347759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7936057580593347759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/colic.html' title='Colic'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-3084395793956183836</id><published>2008-06-19T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:05:23.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night cycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep pattern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Massage</title><content type='html'>I was reading the book given by TMC and it says baby loves to be massage. As I was massaging Samson, I came up with the second song. The tune is using the song "row your boat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roll, roll, roll your arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mummy does it gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry, merry, merry, merry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Samson just love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sleeping pattern is quite good, usually he goes into his night cycle around 8 or 9pm and sleep through till morning 7.30am. He only wakes up for his milk and goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson turned 3 months today. Last night he slept at 4.40pm and went into his night cycle. Needless to day, he wakes up very early this morning, around 5.20am. My maid was complaining, she has to wake up and feed him 3 times and carry him. Oh well, once a while, that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-3084395793956183836?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/3084395793956183836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=3084395793956183836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3084395793956183836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3084395793956183836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/massage.html' title='Massage'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-3883949467213729932</id><published>2008-06-17T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:32:55.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this old man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hammock'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Face</title><content type='html'>I was rocking the hammock when I created this song for Samson.  If you know the song "this old man", you use the same tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sleepy face, sleepy face, Samson has a sleepy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But he don't want to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep on rocking the hammock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this song, I don't mind you just change baby's name and use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson loves it and I started to make more songs for him.  I will post it here next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-3883949467213729932?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/3883949467213729932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=3883949467213729932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3883949467213729932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/3883949467213729932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleepy-face.html' title='Sleepy Face'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-4782390554801851280</id><published>2008-06-14T17:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:35:01.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first hold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby toy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Baby's First Hold</title><content type='html'>Today I am really excited. I had been teaching Samson how to use his fingers to hold things. Today is the third lesson and he already successfully hold his own toy. Well done Samson, Mummy is so proud of you. And by the way he does it with his right hand. When he first came home I was a little worried that he might be a left hander. Not that left hand is no good but he will have more difficulty adjusting to the various things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got feedback from my maid that Samson in fact sleeps better in the dark. He is such a light sleeper, a little sound or light will wake him up. During the day when we put him in the hammock in the living room, he will always cover his eyes with his little fingers. So cute, look like hello kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/lifestylelink/SPrloObgsaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aJr44fegWDA/s400/P1000429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/lifestylelink/SPrloObgsaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aJr44fegWDA/s400/P1000429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-4782390554801851280?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/4782390554801851280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=4782390554801851280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/4782390554801851280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/4782390554801851280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/babys-first-hold.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Hold'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/lifestylelink/SPrloObgsaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aJr44fegWDA/s72-c/P1000429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-7566722317954955637</id><published>2008-06-12T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:15:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights off</title><content type='html'>Last night, we try to let baby sleeps without the dim light. The night light has been there since he came home from hospital. I was worried that he might not get used to it but he seems okay. Samson just sleep through the night as he always do. And his feeding time at night has extended too, thanks to the nice cool weather. It has been raining the last few days. He is just like daddy, cannot stand heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-7566722317954955637?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/7566722317954955637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=7566722317954955637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7566722317954955637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7566722317954955637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/lights-off.html' title='Lights off'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019224872256204031.post-7369255587011665973</id><published>2008-06-11T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:22:40.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>12 weeks old!</title><content type='html'>Samson turned 12 weeks yesterday. I can look at him from day to night and not getting tired. I believed all parents are a-like. I weigh him yesterday, 6.5kg. Not too sure if he is overweight still, because the last visit (in May) to pediatrician he is a little on the high side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson has since learned his first word. Make a guess, his first word is "hmm-hmm" which meant he is going to shit. And he does it really well. so I never have to worry that he get all messy. He is also learning some new words like: Carry and burp. It is fun because some time we left him on the bouncer and when he gets tired of playing himself, he will ask for carry. And I am also teaching him to say the word burgh because he has a lot of wind in the stomach. He could be playing and suddenly get all fussy. When we pick him up, he burp. He is still learning but I am sure he will pick up the word soon because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the word he heard most often, at every feeding time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019224872256204031-7369255587011665973?l=littlesamson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/feeds/7369255587011665973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019224872256204031&amp;postID=7369255587011665973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7369255587011665973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019224872256204031/posts/default/7369255587011665973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlesamson.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-weeks-old.html' title='12 weeks old!'/><author><name>CooLava</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
