my twin pregnancy journal- eveeleva so buruk

someone told me over lunch, that someone in my organisation (on another floor), said that I am not carrying my pregnancy well compared to other soon-to-be mothers in my office.

in short, this person said, i’ve been looking buruk since i got preggie.

sigh…..

i wish i could get mad about it, but i can’t.

you already know about my awful tomato nose.

and then the other day, imp sent out photos from an office event, and look at how buruk i’m sitting….

so not lady-like….at all!….

Tsk!

(that’s me in pink. notice how the colleague who’s 8 months pregnant is
sitting more properly than I am!)

mik’s growing a tiny white beard!

Look carefully, and you can see that Mik is growing a beard, and starting to look like Santa (or in muslim circles- like a very astute ulama)!

It’s his awfully cute habit of blowing, blowing, blowing bubbles with
his own spit!

His mom taught him how to do it, and now he loves to blow, blow, blow bubbles.

Of course, that cute lil beard doesn’t stay put for very long, and will slowly slide down his tiny chin onto whatever  top he’s wearing.

Leaving him, always a very very wet baby. So, he usually hangs out at home with a bib!

This morning, i carried him when he came over. As he was bibless, I exclaimed ,’ Please don’t get your spit all over auntie eveeleva’s blouse!’

But really I wouldn;t have minded, he’s sooooo cute!

mik’s growing a tiny white beard!

Look carefully, and you can see that Mik is growing a beard, and starting to look like Santa (or in muslim circles- like a very astute ulama)!

It’s his awfully cute habit of blowing, blowing, blowing bubbles with
his own spit!

His mom taught him how to do it, and now he loves to blow, blow, blow bubbles.

Of course, that cute lil beard doesn’t stay put for very long, and will slowly slide down his tiny chin onto whatever  top he’s wearing.

Leaving him, always a very very wet baby. So, he usually hangs out at home with a bib!

This morning, i carried him when he came over. As he was bibless, I exclaimed ,’ Please don’t get your spit all over auntie eveeleva’s blouse!’

But really I wouldn;t have minded, he’s sooooo cute!

the discussion

i’ve been fretting..fretting away about how this discussion with this particular person i work with was going to go. it didn’t help that i was totally frustrated with this person’s quality of work in the morning. and just the day before i wanted to scream, shout, hurl stuff and pull out my hair! so i was afraid i’d get carried away with all my negativity and criticism.

but i’m glad i didn’t say anything then. cos i managed to cool down, think objectively and not get carried away with my emotions, and think about how best to communicate what i needed to communicate without losing the message, by either going ballistic or even worse sugar-coating to make the person feel better while i try and dish out criticism!

i hate people who sugar-coat and then complain that their staff don’t get it. what do you expect? they only taste the sugar, lor!

the conversation went well. it was honest. i didn’t hold back, but i don’t think i was unnecessarily mean. i think i also focused on this person’s strengths, although we spoke a lot more about the areas for improvement, and i think i was encouraging too. (my hubby thinks i’m full of praise for myself always, but seriously, i think i didn’t do too bad today!)

i found out later from another colleague, that she has it worse! she can’t even be frank with her staff about her staff’s work performance, cos her staff will go all black faced on her, and ignore her, or make life difficult. At least i feel i can give honest feedback. *phew*

I later read on someone’s facebook post, a quote from ‘Eat, Love and Pray’- you should choose your words just as you would choose what you wear (or something alongst those lines).

I was glad that i chose my words carefully today!

the discussion

i’ve been fretting..fretting away about how this discussion with this particular person i work with was going to go. it didn’t help that i was totally frustrated with this person’s quality of work in the morning. and just the day before i wanted to scream, shout, hurl stuff and pull out my hair! so i was afraid i’d get carried away with all my negativity and criticism.

but i’m glad i didn’t say anything then. cos i managed to cool down, think objectively and not get carried away with my emotions, and think about how best to communicate what i needed to communicate without losing the message, by either going ballistic or even worse sugar-coating to make the person feel better while i try and dish out criticism!

i hate people who sugar-coat and then complain that their staff don’t get it. what do you expect? they only taste the sugar, lor!

the conversation went well. it was honest. i didn’t hold back, but i don’t think i was unnecessarily mean. i think i also focused on this person’s strengths, although we spoke a lot more about the areas for improvement, and i think i was encouraging too. (my hubby thinks i’m full of praise for myself always, but seriously, i think i didn’t do too bad today!)

i found out later from another colleague, that she has it worse! she can’t even be frank with her staff about her staff’s work performance, cos her staff will go all black faced on her, and ignore her, or make life difficult. At least i feel i can give honest feedback. *phew*

I later read on someone’s facebook post, a quote from ‘Eat, Love and Pray’- you should choose your words just as you would choose what you wear (or something alongst those lines).

I was glad that i chose my words carefully today!

my twin pregnancy journal- tomato nose

it was first my boss who pointed it out.

now i can’t run away from my tomato nose.

okay so i’m expecting.

it’s normal that the nose turns all red and round.

erk…all my hari raya pics look awful…

because of my tomato nose!

today, he said, ‘eveeleva! your nose is redder and even cuter now’

he continued, ‘we chinese would say that you’re having a baby girl’.

i replied,’ but my doc thinks i’m having boys’.

he responded, ‘oh, maybe it’s different for malays then!’

LOL…

ok boss…only universal standards apply to me ok? not racial ones!

my twin pregnancy journal- tomato nose

it was first my boss who pointed it out.

now i can’t run away from my tomato nose.

okay so i’m expecting.

it’s normal that the nose turns all red and round.

erk…all my hari raya pics look awful…

because of my tomato nose!

today, he said, ‘eveeleva! your nose is redder and even cuter now’

he continued, ‘we chinese would say that you’re having a baby girl’.

i replied,’ but my doc thinks i’m having boys’.

he responded, ‘oh, maybe it’s different for malays then!’

LOL…

ok boss…only universal standards apply to me ok? not racial ones!

the lil girl in her kebaya

the highlight of my weekend was seeing lil nikki all prettied up in a cute pink kebaya for raya! 
according to her mum, she’s a lil vain pot. 
well, only a cute lil one year old vain pot would leave the pretty lil flower untouched in her hair! =)

this pic is..oh not so glam…but oh soooo cute! =)

the lil girl in her kebaya

the highlight of my weekend was seeing lil nikki all prettied up in a cute pink kebaya for raya! 
according to her mum, she’s a lil vain pot. 
well, only a cute lil one year old vain pot would leave the pretty lil flower untouched in her hair! =)

this pic is..oh not so glam…but oh soooo cute! =)