Not Sure Which Is Worse


Being the mom of a good gymnast and hoping that her daughter sticks all her moves so that she can get one of the medals or the mom of the girl who just learned her moves and wishing that her daughter can just complete the competition without tears.

I was that later mom today and I think I quit breathing each time M did her routine. Even though we knew that Emma had a minuscule chance of winning a medal (note: she’s not a lazy gymnast, she’s new to “real” gymnastics and still playing catch up still with girls her age), we knew that M wanted to finish the competition well, which in her case: Stick her big jumps on the floor and beam, make it over the vault, and not fall backwards on the bars.

So I watched and oh so hesitant to capture her moment since I was terrified of making her nervous.

I think the other moms knew I was anxious and I got a chuckle out of them when a few said, “Ok, you can breath now.”

It’s just difficult to be casual about the whole thing. Despite knowing that M going was purely for the experience, I wanted her to do well. Not for me, but for her. I noticed how shattered she was after her vault. She did her second vault great but the first was a complete fail. I don’t know if she knew that only the best was taken into consideration for scoring purposes but I could see that she was holding back tears. She did bounce back. She has fabulous gym friends you see. And she finished the competition with not too bad of a total score.

There was no medal but I hope from the experience she learned how strong she was. Yes she made a couple mistakes but after each one she managed to get back up and finish. She also learned to be a good loser. She congratulated her gym mates and thanked her coaches.

I know there will be a few more competitions for her. Her next one is in April and she’s confident about that one. And she has a whole year to try this competition again next year!



Thinking of You

Back in the days, mostly before Jovie was born, I used to talk about poo every so often. I think somebody even said (jokingly) that I probably had one of the most poo blog posts {::SMILES}. So today, just for old time sakes, I want to share this older but still happy news: Jovie is completely potty trained. She did her first toilet poo on July 24th. She cried each time she wanted to go after that, for about a week and a half (or maybe more… it’s been about two weeks now since she’s been ok with the whole toilet experience… *sigh* I should have kept a better poo record, huh?), and a few times I gave in and put a diaper on, but after some creative persuasion, she now ask to poo in the toilet.

J: Mommy, I need to go poo
M: Ok, let’s go to the toilet.
(hops on and put hands on her chin — with her boney elbow on my arm, ouch!)
J: Mommy, look, I am happy (BIG cheesy smile to show that she’s happy) and I am not crying (another BIG cheesy smile).
M: Good job, baby girl! So proud of you. Now let’s focus and concentrate, ok?
J: (Focuses…) Mommy, I am done. Can I watch Peppa Pig now?
M: Yes you can!!
J: YEA!!!

If dad’s home

J: Daddy, daddy, I did it! I poo’d all by myself. I didn’t cry. I was happy, see (BIG cheesy smile again)? Now I can watch Peppa Pig!!
D: Good job, baby, keep it up!

See what happens when you deprive your children from watching TV? {::SMILES}.

So thank you iPad and Peppa Pig for helping my kid poo in the toilet!!

Oh, this post wouldn’t be complete without a photo of the toilet trained kid.


PS: Card created for Waltzing Mouse Sketch challenge using WM’s pretty stamps.



Lookie, lookie, a card!

I’ve been neglecting my craft room. Mostly because I need to do some major purging and I have not been motivated to do it. I should though. It’s feeling a bit crowded and I think it’s about time I part with my 2008 paper.

I’ve been feeling guilty about not scrapbooking as often as I used to. So many Jovie pictures I need to do and of course there’s still always something new with Emma to scrapbook about.

I can’t clean this coming week but after the 5th I should not have any lame excuse.

Card created using Waltzingmouse’s sketch and stamps.

Until next time!

And She’s Off


To school… First day of (intro to) pre-school today.

Going to school

She was so excited to go. We’ve been pumping her up for it you see. And one of her best friend was there and the moment she saw him, she was hooked on school!

I was worried that she might freak out when I left but she didn’t. I said goodbye, she didn’t even acknowledge me, and off I went.

I stayed for tea in the next building and left 30 minutes later.

So here I am, blogging in peace (when I should probably be cleaning).

Ahhh… the girls are growing up!

I hope you have a great day! I also have a little card that I made using Waltzingmouse’s sketch for this week. I LOVE the little heroine stamps, super cute and perfect for the girls!!

And She Rides


Yesterday Emma figured out how to ride a bicycle.

I think I was about her age when I learned how to ride the bicycle. I learned on my own using a neighbor’s bike, an adult size bicycle, while holding on to that neighbor’s wire fence. I can’t remember how many times I fell, or how I managed, but after a lot of hard work, a few weeks of it I think, I learned how to ride the bike.

I remember the moment still too. I got onto the bicycle while holding on to the fence. Since it’s a wire fence, I was a bit wobbly, but I was ok. After a few adjustments I let go, peddled, and voila, I moved forward. Those first few real peddles were one of the happiest moments in my little life. Not only did I learn how to ride the bicycle, I did it myself.

The happiness didn’t last very long though. The few peddles were just that, few. And since I haven’t figured out how to stop, I jumped to the side of the bike, onto the grass, to stop. I couldn’t use my feet because I felt like I was too high up — remember, I was on an adult bicycle. I did get better, riding that is, but stopping was still the same, I jumped onto the grass and the bike would wobble forward until it crashed.

A friend of mine finally taught me how to stop properly. I was at her house soon after she got a new bicycle and guess who jumped off the bike to stop?


M had her daddy to help her. We didn’t get to teaching her until last year. Before the move we lived on a dirt road and we were both too tired to go back into town just for bike teaching. We did plan on teaching her two years ago but hubby was gone a lot that first year. I couldn’t do it since Jovie was still not walking. I didn’t want to put Jovie in a carrier while helping M. Last year Emma got herself a new bike but I think between the training wheels and that the bike was a tad bit too big for her, M didn’t progress. This year I told hubby that no matter what, M’s going to figure out how to ride the bicycle!

And she did! She’s grown into the bicycle and without the training wheels, Emma peddled on her own on the first go.

So proud of her and we can’t wait to do family bike rides!

Hope you like the card I posted too. I used Waltzingmouse’s sketch for the inspiration. You should play along too!!