Mr. Creativity – Where did you go?

I have hit one of THE BIGGEST writer’s blocks in my entire life. It has been more than 60 days since my last post… I was thinking way back when I started this blog, words just flowed out of my mouth, well not exactly I suppose, since this is a blog, I guess I meant that when I was inspired, my fingers just wouldn’t stop typing, they were on steroids, striking the keyboard with force and at such lightening speed that I was actually impressed with myself.

Now, blogging is a different story entirely, my mind refuses to think creatively, it is solid as a rock and my fingers remain over the keyboard, unwilling to move. Just before I wrote this post, I panicked and couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I asked myself out loud:

Mr. Creativity, where did you go?! Come Back! I need you!

Obviously no one answered. By the way, if I did hear a voice when I asked that question, I would have freaked out lol. Anyway, a light bulb went on, and I decided to go to Shutterstock to look for inspiration. I found a series of adorable drawings that made me laugh and inspired me to create this post on “how to” find your lost creativity:

1. Don’t give up on your creativity. Put it on a stretcher.

Creativity on a stretcher

Put your creativity on a stretcher.

2. Play and go have fun. Ideas will spark when you are having fun.

Creativity and magic

Go play and have fun.

3. Nurture your creativity! To be inspired, you need to feed your creativity so that it can grow! Read, listen to music, talk to somebody, just go do something.

Nurture your creativity.

Nurture your creativity

4. If you do all of the above, your creativity should come back. At least mine did! Just like I’ve always imagined him to be, with a french moustache! Ha ha :)

Creativity came back

Et voila! Mr. Creativity is back!

So there, if you are one of the poor souls like me, who thought you’ve lost your creativity, don’t give up, go and find it :)







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Act of Kindness

This blog post is a tribute to those whose innocent lives were taken away in the recent Egyptian revolution, Syria chemical attack and today’s meaningless shooting in a Kenyan mall. When you learn about events such as these, its so hard not to ask why man kind would do this to one another… Praying

In the midst of chaos and uncertainties triggered by political events, the world seems to be filled with darkness, acts of injustice and violence.

While it is not an easy task to stop those who wants to harm others… We can try to counteract every bad action taken by one, with 10 acts of kindness paid towards those who are put in harm’s way. If we keep this in mind, and unite others to make it happen, there is hope in man kind. When there is hope, there is tomorrow.


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Potty Training-A Little Progress

I was determined to leverage the three-day long weekend over Easter to potty train rascal Mia. Throughout the whole weekend, I took her diapers away and replaced them with little cute underwear for todds. All three days, I bombarded her with questions like: “Do you have to go pee pee Mia?” or “Is poo poo coming? If poo poo is coming you have to tell ma ma that < Poo poo is coming! Hurry! > okay?” I have to admit that Mia did pretty well, she managed to tell me when she had to “go” and only had about two accidents a day.

At the day care today however, was a different story. Mia’s teacher “reported” that she would only inform the teacher that she had to use the little girls’ room only after she has had an accident. Sensing that I was a little baffled and disappointed, Mia’s teacher was kind enough to encourage me with kind words, telling me not to give up so easily, and that we’ll keep going and try again tomorrow.

With her encouraging words on my sleeves, I took Mia home and asked her those two famous questions again, if her answer was “no”, we’d carry on with whatever we were doing, but if her answer was “yes”, then I’d pretty much lift her up from her arm pits and run to the washroom, especially if the “yes” was to do a #2.

Without further adieu, I’d like to tell you that both Mia and I looked into the toilet bowl this evening:

Me: Mia, you did poo poo in the toilet! I am sooooooooo proud of you! Great job!

Mia: Look ma ma! I make a Crock-O-die-OH !

Crocodile cartoons

What Mia saw “in there”

Brown crocodile

What I saw “in there”. Crocodile…Oh I see some resemblance!

This was not the first time Mia has pooed into the toilet bowl. I mean, she’s done it before where I made her sit on the toilet after dinner and read story books together. But this was the first time she ever told me that she had to go poo poo and actually did it in the toilet! I was so thrilled and proud of her that I wanted to send out a press release and let the entire world know! With a little taste of success tonight, I feel motivated again to take on tomorrow’s challenge!


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There is a song that’s been playing in my head over and over again in the past couple of days, this song is called “Stars“, by Grace Potter. “Stars” is a song about loosing someone you dearly love. Grace sings the song with so much loneliness and sorrow, that it feels as though you can experience her loss and feel her grief. Sometimes, I listen to this song at work, while it calms me down and keeps me focused for some odd reason, it also makes me think of my aunt, and what she must have gone through 10 years ago today. I’d like to dedicate this song to my aunt and uncle. And if you are indeed up there with the stars my dearest cousin, “you’ve gone too far”… Know that we do love you and have missed you terribly.

mi Stars

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Potty Training – a nightmare!

Potty training is the most frustrating process in my two and half years of parenthood. I  know those of you who are way ahead of this process would probably tell me: “Oh, if you think this is frustrating or difficult? Wait until when boys come into the picture!” Well…when that time comes, I’ll deal with it then, but this potty training business is just insane in the membrane!

Toddler potty trainingThere has been so many mixed advice on potty training, some say to not begin the potty training process until you see signs of readiness, like when your child is able to communicate the words “pee pee” or “poo poo” to you, or when he/ she is able to take off his/her pants and some say to take the “risk-it-all” or “nothing” approach, where you take the diapers completely away to replace them with underwear only. In terms of the timing and number of washroom trips, the day care tells the little monsters to line up and hoard them to the washroom almost every hour; some say to even put your child on a schedule even in the night time, set your alarm to go off by midnight and 3 am so that you can wake yourself (your significant other as well, of course, if your alarm goes off and you are sleeping next to somebody lucky enough to share the midnight “pee alarm” with you), and your child to go pee in the middle of the night. When I asked my Pediatrician if this night time pee schedule was a good idea, he looked at me as though I was some sort of psychotic maniac and said: “Of course not! How would you feel if you could only go to the washroom according to the time scheduled by your mom at night?!” This too, is true. But…but, what the heck am I supposed to do here?

Expression - Potty Training Frustration

What I am struggling with most, is that my daughter seems to be using the pee pee and poo poo excuse to fight bed time! I always put her on the throne before bed, just to follow protocol, but the moment I tug her in, turn off the light and close the door, she would begin a series of cries and then tell me that she has to go to the washroom. But by the time she sits on her famous Dora toilet seat, she does nothing. I mean, how many times am I suppose to allow her to go to the washroom? I have to admit though, that yes, there have been times when after a couple of false attempts, she was able to produce something that drops in the toilet, but come on, give me a break here!

Whoever you are, if you do come across this post and feel sorry enough for me, please shed some light on the mystery of potty training. I look forward to your encouragement and kind words!



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Share. Motivate. Inspire.

The reason why I started this blog, was to have a channel to freely express myself, so that the thought bubbles in my head had somewhere to go and of course, it was also an attempt to do something to improve my poor writing skills. Simply put, I really had no real purpose for creating this blog.

Over this long weekend however, I’ve come to the realization that I am not like many bloggers out there, who are either: naturally D.I.Y divas, amazing chefs in the kitchen who can churn out 10 recipes per second on their blogs (with their eyes closed), or the super mompreneurs who have the female version of Donald Trump’s DNA of “smartness”. What I do know about myself, is that I love to tell stories. I want to share my personal life experience through my blog, along with interesting stories about others, so that readers like you, feel welcomed to share your experience with me or simply visit LemonsAndSunnyDays to get an emotional “lift” in life.

Along with sharing my personal life experience with you, it is my ultimate goal, to develop content for this site that motivates and inspires you. I wish that you too, will step out of your comfort zone to do something you love and have passion for.

Share. Motivate. Inspire.


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New Year – New Expectations

In a couple of hours, we will journey into the year of 2013. On New Year’s Eve, most people are out partying and celebrating a New Year to come; some however, may prefer to have small celebrations at home with loved ones. But how many of you are actually taking a few minutes to look back at the events that have occurred in your life this past year? If you are not at the moment, I can tell you that I am doing a review of 2012 in my head right now, as we speak.

Fun thoughtsIn terms of personal achievement, 2012 has not been a big year for me. I lost my job at the beginning of the year, but then I found a more challenging job and met new people; I continued writing on my blog throughout the year (which I am quite proud of myself to be honest), and that’s about it. But you know what? This time next year will be a different story, there will be more items on my list of achievements. This I promise you and myself:

Dear readers, l know that I only have a few supporters right now, but I would like you to know, that your visits and comments have meant the world to me. Thank you for standing by me when I was down, and thank you for being a part of the joyous moments of my life. I look forward to sharing more personal stories with you in the year to come. I wish you all a very happy New Year! Cheers to Year 2013!




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The Life Saving EpiPen

November 16th 2012 would probably be one of the most unforgettable moments of my life. And of course, when it comes to a food enthusiast, any kind of unforgettable moment usually involves food, so let the story begin with dinner.

Three weeks ago, my aunt arrived in Toronto from Hong Kong to visit family. Since yesterday was the last day of her trip, I decided that after work, I would surprise her by showing up at her place with Mia and take her out to dinner. On a side note, I’d like to tell you that when I take Mia out to eat, I usually bring something from home in case she can not have anything off the restaurant menu due to her multiple food allergies: cow’s milk protein allergy, egg whites, peanuts, walnuts and some other tree nuts. However, I just got back the night before the dinner from a four-day business trip, so I did not follow protocol and went out without prepping any food ahead of time for Mia.

I took my aunt to an Italian restaurant near by home. By the time we got to the restaurant, it was already passed Mia’s dinner time, so I anxiously told the waitress to bring some bread for us so Mia could have something to settle her down. When our basket of bread arrived, I had just ordered two glasses of wine, fries for Mia, an appetizer and two pasta dishes. I had informed the waitress that Mia had dairy and nut allergies before ordering our meal, so when the waitress placed the basket of bread before us, she had warned us that the bread “may contain traces of dairy products” in it. Since Mia has had bread from this specific restaurant before, and the bread that she could eat at home also has the same cautionary statement on the packaging, I decided to take a risk and give the bread to Mia. Let me tell you that I had made the biggest mistake ever! After Mia ingested a few bites of bread, she had a series of tumultuous sneezing spells, then became supper fussy and started to wail. I was not “cautioned” until I caught a glimpse of her swollen upper lip over the tea light candle. When I saw Mia’s swollen lip, combined with the unusual fussiness, I knew right then, that something terrible was going to happen. Mia was having an allergic reaction to the bread. I quickly left our table, sprinted down the hallway to locate our waitress so that we could get the bill. Perhaps it was because I was in a rush to go, waiting a couple of minutes for the bill felt like a life time! Our pretty-and-pretty stupid waitress seemed to not comprehend the desperation in my voice nor the urgency of my situation and left us hanging with a fussy toddler that was about to turn the restaurant’s dinning room upside down. I knew that if we stayed any longer, Mia could be in real trouble because in that moment, Mia’s upper lip was getting bigger and also sounded as though she was struggling to breath. So I turned to a random waiter nearby and commanded him as if I was a Sargent on duty: “My child is having an allergic reaction, go get my bill NOW!”

After I paid the bill, I told my aunt to wait by the front door so that I could go get the car and pick them up. As soon as I opened the door, I ran to my car like a mad woman. When I returned with the car, I had to force a VERY uncooperative toddler, who was screaming on-top-of-her-lungs into the car seat. Mia was so reluctant to be buckled up that it looked as though she was fighting a kidnapper who was about to snatch her away from her mom! Once Mia was buckled up, I gave her the inhaler, hoping that it may help open up her air ways a little during the ride back home.

Getting Mia into the car was just the first hurdle, the next hurdle was the ride home. Mind you, this whole ordeal happened on a Friday night around dinner time, when people were either trying to get home or rushing out to a dinner gathering. What would be a five minute ride home turned out to be at least a 10 minute ride home. Under the circumstance that I was in, a 10 minute ride home felt like an eternity! I was hitting a red light after red light. I was so anxious that I kept on flicking my high beam at any slow moving cars that were in my way like a lunatic possessed with an extreme case of road rage! To avoid the traffic, I even took the side streets to get home so that I had the option of “carefully” rolling over a small red light or a stop sign if I had to. During the ride home, Mia was so uncomfortable that she kept on crying and trying to escape from her car seat! Good thing my aunt was at the back seat with her, trying everything she could to sooth Mia.

When I reached home, the first thing I did was go grab the Benadryl and the EpiPen. Since I have never used the EpiPen before, I was hoping that the Benadryl would have been enough to settle her allergies, I was so anxious about the “unknown” and what “could” happen to her, that I decided it was time to use the EpiPen on Mia. I told my aunt to hold her leg down in case she wiggled around. My eyes scanned through the instructions quickly, opened the cap at the end of the EpiPen, then pushed the EpiPen against Mia’s outer right thigh with just enough pressure until I heard a “click” sound (exactly what the allergy doctor told me to look out for when administering the EpiPen), then held the EpiPen still for a couple of minutes for the drug to administer. Oh the moment I pushed the EpiPen against Mia’s thigh, she yelped in pain and instantaneously released extra large water beads from her eyes. My heart broke and shattered into pieces right there…

The drug must have kicked in fairly quickly, soon after the EpiPen, the swelling on Mia’s upper lip no longer looked like a fat chorizo sausage, she was a bit more calm, looked towards me and said: “eatEat eat EAT eat”! The poor thing must have been starving by then! Although Mia seemed to be getting better, I had to follow protocol and call an ambulance (I was so glad that I was not day dreaming when the allergy doctor last spoke to me). Soon after my call to 911, a couple of police officers came along with some paramedics. Before I knew it, I had a brigade of six, uniformed officers standing in my kitchen! Both the police officers and the paramedics took details of the incident and then suggested that we head to the hospital to have a doctor check on Mia. Apparently, the drug from the EpiPen would only work for about 20 minutes, we needed to make sure that medical care was available in case there was a rebound of the allergic reaction.

By the time we reached the hospital, we were exhausted. The doctor came in to check on Mia and gave her a dose of anti-inflammatory drug and then told us that we had to wait a couple more hours so that they could monitor Mia to make sure everything was “A” okay!

Mia at ER after an allergic reaction

Mia at the ER after an allergic reaction

At this point I started trying to make all the phone calls necessary to inform my family members of our where about. By the time my husband got to the hospital, the doctor did another quick check on Mia and told us that we had to stay put, and wait till 1am before we could go home!

When the clock struck 1am, we got the final “okay” from the doctor, my husband immediately swept Mia into his arms and off we went. For some strange reason, Mia looked to me like a tiny, sleepy kitten that we found on the street and cradled to provide it with unconditional love and care. When I knew that she was safe, I found peace in my heart again.

When I put Mia back in her car seat this time, she was half asleep, and half mumbling: “I love you mama”… Oh I just melted right then and there. I wanted to tell my daughter that I am not the best mom in the world, but I will certainly try my best to be one for her.

I wrote this blog post not to only share my experience with you, but to also remind myself and other mommies who have kids with life threatening food allergies:

1. Not to take any “risks” when it comes to giving your child, food that “may contain” traces of allergens which may trigger an allergic reaction. You could be “risking” your child’s life.

2. Always carry the EpiPen when going out with your child. Some times things never work according to plan, because “life happens”.

3. Make sure you, or your child’s caretaker knows how and when to administer the Epi pen!

Hope this helps and comes in handy when you need it!


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