<?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-6539361420571032936</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:43:32.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunty Anna~!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539361420571032936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258041175001589640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KeHTAXwWVmw/R9_lv4_5jQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/epsPCTfxIC4/S220/anna.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6539361420571032936.post-7239148530237752420</id><published>2009-02-23T00:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:59:41.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Health Care</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, we had our Dental Health Care Class as part of the Basic Childcare Course (KAAK). The dentist who spoke that day told us that we had to send our kids to the dentist for check up when they are 6 months old - when they get their first teeth. (I can hear people asking 'so young?') Well, yeah.. as soon as they get their first tooth, you should clean their teeth by wiping it with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it may not be practical or feasible to send them for check up when they are only 6 months old because it might cost RM30 just for check up! So, you can send them when they are older - about 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are 2, you should teach them to brush their teeth by demonstrating to them. Get them to brush with you. When they are done, just say something like "Come, let mommy check if it's clean" and "Oh.. there's still some dirt here.. let me clean that for you" and you can brush the whole thing again so that it is clean, but the main thing is to let them start from young and get them accustomed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing all the grusome pics, I decided to go for a check up myself tmr at the local dental clinic. Public sector clinic, of course. I heard that they are sometimes better and definitely much cheaper. Filling is something like RM2, and check up is something like RM1. For pregnant mothers, check up is free ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moh.gov.my/MohPortal/govdentalPublic.jsp?search=&amp;amp;search3=0&amp;amp;action.x=31&amp;amp;action.y=11&amp;amp;action=search"&gt;Click here for the list of public sector clinics in Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Malaysia, in Selangor, and especially in PJ area, the nearest government clinic would be the Kelana Jaya Dental Clinic, near Giant Hypermarket and the Kelana Jaya Police Station. 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I later tried it on Caylie and Ryan.. check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Love means to a 4-8 year old . . ..&lt;br /&gt;Slow down for three minutes to read this.  It is so worth it. Touching words from the mouth of babes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined See what you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;br /&gt;(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My mommy loves me more than anybody&lt;br /&gt;You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing, I just helped him cry'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the person who sent you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, please bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may be needing this day! And may their life be full of Your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with You.. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Caylie and Ryan told me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When my daddy tata me funny one..' His mum then explained that what he means is when his dad tells him that he is going to whack him but is just joking and doesn't actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he was asked by his mum, 'How does mummy love you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer - 'Hug me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan - age 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you see someone you like and you care a lot a lot for them. And you always want to hold hands with them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caylie - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                 * tRUST &amp; OBey the LORD *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6539361420571032936-2603179936068259397?l=auntyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2603179936068259397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6539361420571032936&amp;postID=2603179936068259397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539361420571032936/posts/default/2603179936068259397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539361420571032936/posts/default/2603179936068259397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-love-means-to-4-8-year-olds.html' title='What love means to 4-8 year olds'/><author><name>Annire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258041175001589640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KeHTAXwWVmw/R9_lv4_5jQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/epsPCTfxIC4/S220/anna.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6539361420571032936.post-206011631898357665</id><published>2007-11-19T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:35:05.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond my wildest dreams..^^</title><content type='html'>My dream just came to pass today^^.. after lunch, I sat at the staircase and thought to myself- hmm,.. my desire for business studies are slowly going down the drain, and I don't know how long my passion for cooking will last- then I asked God.."God, what is it You want me to do with my life? I know You want me to start the school and all, but it just seems too far fetched, especially with useless me.. Maybe what I really want and need is a rich guy who will do everything for me.. -but that's so not me." Then I looked down at Ryan and Noel in the living room downstairs and as I saw Noel walk about, picking up his shoes, bringing them into the middle of the hall and tried to wear them, my heart just melted.. awhhh.. I fell in love with those kids all over again^^ I asked myself- what am I becoming? A housewife? -how useless and depressing I would be! (no offense to all you housewives out there..) And I told myself- maybe this is a confirmation that I still have the heart for kids, and no matter what, my passion for them will never die off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought to myself- ah, what the heck, I haven't said hi to them in a while now, and I guess it's okay to abandon my dissertation attempts and just get re-acquainted with them again.. So I went down to the hall and just sat there at the sofa- Noel, 1 (he's the youngest among my niece and nephews), and Ryan, 3, were watching Barney^^.. don't think they noticed me. Then I called Noel, "Hi, Noel.." then Noel looked at me and smiled, then he went to ride his toy car. Then, he realized who I was, abandoned his toy car, and half-ran into me and hugged me, saying, "Aunty~!!!" hehehe.. aih... my wishes just came true~^^ I'm so happy today- Noel just made my day! Normally, Caylie will do that when I come home or bump into her, but looked like Noel picked it up from her too.. lol! I'm just so happy- one of my childhood dreams just came to pass! I always wanted to run to kids and just hug them- especially orphans and all.. but this time.. well.. hahah.. I guess I never dared dream this far~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              * tRUST &amp;amp; OBey the LORD *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6539361420571032936-206011631898357665?l=auntyanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntyanna.blogspot.com/feeds/206011631898357665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6539361420571032936&amp;postID=206011631898357665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539361420571032936/posts/default/206011631898357665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539361420571032936/posts/default/206011631898357665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntyanna.blogspot.com/2007/11/beyond-my-wildest-dreams.html' title='Beyond my wildest dreams..^^'/><author><name>Annire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258041175001589640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KeHTAXwWVmw/R9_lv4_5jQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/epsPCTfxIC4/S220/anna.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
