The New Place

The moving, the cleaning and the unpacking were done (for now).


I had started my day job as of Monday. Little Ethan adjusted quite well, so was I. But deep down, eventhough we don't have that conversation just yet, I know that he misses me during the day, and so do I. We may look tough, but inside I know that we wish if we could spend our days together. Oh how I love to hear the word 'mama' coming out from his mouth. Certainly I hear that less now and I miss that. He's been calling mama during sleep for the last couple of nights. I'm sure he misses me too.

Both Ethan and I were tired at the end of the day (not to mention DH who drives 3 hours each day, poor him) and we spend last of our waking hours as much as we could together. We hardly see Mr. sunshine together as we used to since we had to say goodbye early in the morning and say 'hi' late afternoon.

As I was uploading pictures from the camera, I watched short films of Ethan that I took while I was a SAHM. They are just simply random films capturing him dancing, biking, eating, playing with my Big Shots machine, and so on. I treasure those films and I'm so glad I took them. I couldn't get those moments back no matter how much I wish I could turn the time back. I know that I will miss these kind of moments for the next 9 months, ... in fact actually I already am. If you're mom, I think you can relate to me. I know that the first couple of weeks are the hardest and it will ease up as time goes by . . . and I hope that's the case for me and for Ethan.

Enough ramblings here, I'll share with you some beautiful views from our new place.


Beautiful views: mountains and lush green.

Not too busy either eventhough we're right in the city center.


View that I can enjoy while crafting on the weekends or on statutory holidays. Yupe, I don't think I can take vacation.


And my little corner.


I hope I can enjoy this new setting on this upcoming weekend. I heard that the weather is going to be really nice and I'm looking forward to it.

My Prince

It has been those many sleepless nights thinking about how our life is going to be in a couple of months. I'm not ready to share now, maybe in the near future when the time is right. Just the thought of it exhausts me already.

Ethan is 2 years old and he's not a baby anymore BUT he is still MY baby. An adorable one :-)

I'd better scrapbook his pictures or I may never get to it. If you're a scrapbooker, you know that this is one-never-ending project and a hard one to commit with.

Pause...Breathe...

It was last night that I realized about how good it felt. sitting down in the living room with DH sitting nearby, accompanying Ethan watching one of his favorite sing-along VCDs. This may seem to be just what most families do, but I felt guilty for taking it for granted. Often times, my mind is somewhere else, you know, keep thinking about how many cards I should make to achieve my goals and other tasks that I need to accomplish. I forgot to enjoy the moments.

But last night, I took a pause and thought about what I have in front of me. A loving husband and a wonderful son. It was actually felt really good once I started to be more aware of the moments and not to get stressed out about getting things done. I had given up my nappings (which I LOVED), attempt to work until 11pm or midnight, and wake up at 6am (or earlier if I could).

I thought myself that I should learn to take a pause. So what if things get done a little later? Getting stressed out is actually not very productive. I got more tired at the end.

So this morning, after returning from a store, I took Ethan to the backyard. I had my coffee and Michael's flier while looking at Ethan running so freely in the yard.


That moment is PRECIOUS and I will try my best to remind myself: pause...breathe...

It's Friday

Today's weather was a little bit better than yesterday. While the cooler weather in the morning was just perfect for me to wash Ethan's stroller, the heat in the afternoon dried it.

It really needed some washing. The long travel from Surabaya (Indonesia) to Vancouver (Canada) to Toronto (Canada) and then from Toronto back to Vancouver in early July, followed by going back to Toronto to pack up all our stuff and flew to Vancouver just 4 days ago. . . wow, just listing this traveling that we did within the last 2 months made me feel exhausted, imagine how I felt during those traveling times.

Meanwhile, Ethan was busy playing nearby. I filled the stroller snack tray with water and let him played with it. Grandma seemed to have a better idea. She took out a few little toys for him to 'wash' just like his mom washing the stroller. Surprisingly, this simple random things combined together amused him.

I even had a little extra time to tackle the unpacking task. 3 luggages are empty and ready to be stored and the rest will just have to wait until tomorrow.

And hopefully, in a month or two we'll find our own place. At that time, the packing task will begin again.

A View from a Balcony

I spend almost of my days staying in the house. By the house, I mean my in-laws' house. Since leaving Canada, we haven't really have our own place yet. I can't wait to have our own place where a family routine is in placed.

While my hubby goes helping his dad in their family business, my baby (and the nanny), Mocha and I spend most of our times in our bedroom which sometimes can be boring. We can do almost all activities in this bedroom. We have our own bathroom, TV, DVD player, Laptop, Ethan's toys, and my little crafty area. We go down for meal times (though we bring our food up occasionally) and some playing times with grandparents.

This afternoon, while our bedroom was being cleaned, I brought Ethan to the front balcony for a change. I cannot recall if we ever went there before. It was breezy so we actually enjoyed hanging around for awhile. Ethan observed his surrounding while eating his green bean soup. Here are some pictures that I snapped:

The kind of trucks we have in Indonesia.


A public transportation knowns as 'Angkot' or 'Bemo'.

Mocha and 'Becak'. Becak is a cycle rickshaw where the driver sits behind the passenger seat. Typically, becak is used for transporting passengers, but lately I've seen them used for transporting goods.


Suddenly, I saw this brave cat trying to cross the street. Don't worry! He made it safely.

A street vendor of meatball noodle soup. If you don't have a strong stomach, I don't recommend you to try it out. Click here for more pictures of Indonesian street vendors.

It's surely had Ethan's attention as the bell that he rang made quite a noise. Reminds him of his toys, maybe?

This may seem to be a normal day-to-day kind of life in Indonesia, but when I come to think of it, they become an interesting comparison to life in Canada.