<?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-7242906388988709858</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:52:10.808-08:00</updated><category term='Casey&apos;s observations on Bank Holiday Monday in August 09'/><title type='text'>Casey Booboo Cheung</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-5347432795037406559</id><published>2011-02-02T04:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:06:46.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>2/2/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning mummy dropped Casey off at school gate and wished her a lovely day with her friends and teachers. Just noticed another mummy trying to comfort her little girl. Her daughter seemed to be in tears. As always, I just kept it to myself and said nothing at all to anyone. Next minute, Casey said to me she would like to hold Amelia's hands to get inside the school as she seemed to need some help. Didn't realise Casey knew Amelia at all as they are not in the same year. Her act of sympathy and observance to the others made me feel a little bit ashamed. Like so many of us so called "adults", we don't normally show our emotions. Let alone reaching out for those who may appreciate a little bit of help. Lesson should be learned here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-5347432795037406559?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/5347432795037406559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2011/02/kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/5347432795037406559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/5347432795037406559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2011/02/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-1308066671666040827</id><published>2011-01-07T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:08:10.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mon 3&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt; January 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for Casey to have a bath. I (Daddy) bathed her and left her to play in the bath. I went downstairs to see if mummy needed some help, suffice to say, I made more work to do. I just finished clearing up and went back upstairs to find that our darling had decided to save me some work. She had put down a mat on the floor, got out of the bath, dried herself off, moisturised herself with cream and had put on her clothes by herself. Mummy and I were surprised and very pleased that she had done so well. Well done Casey !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon 27th December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying at Grandparents house for a few days over Christmas it was time to go home. By the time we got home Casey was asleep, so we put togther the dolls house that we got her for Christmas and placed it in her room. The next day we woke to find her very excited and already playing with her new toy. The joy expressed by Casey was enough to make everything that we have to do in life worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey received lots of presents from everybody, she opened all of hers and daddy's, mummy's, uncles, grandma's and grandpa's presents, come to think of it anything that was wrapped and put under the C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hristmas&lt;/span&gt; tree was opened very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enthusiastically&lt;/span&gt; and with great delight by Casey. To her christmas had truly arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 24th December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Gigi was playing mahjong and won "bau pang", she gave Casey "gau long chai". Casey took one look at what was given her and said "Is that all??" Everyone burst out laughing, as Casey was given a big denomination coin, but not understanding money, she thought that by only getting one coin and not lots she wasn't getting much. Children can make you laugh and be happy without meaning to sometimes. These moments are priceless and are treasured by me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey has just broken up from school for the winter break. She has done really well this term and her report demonstrates this. I am really proud of her and what she has achieved. She is like a sponge which soaks up knowledge, she wants to learn, which is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Casey put up and decorated the Christmas tree. Casey was really excited and loved putting all the decorations on the tree. It looked lovely, unfortunately they didn't have time to put up the tinsel and other decorations. Casey kept asking daddy to put up the decorations. After the rest of the decorations went up, Casey said that there were none in her room. Oops......We had run out of decorations. This will have to be remedied ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-1308066671666040827?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/1308066671666040827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2011/01/mon-3-rd-january-2011-it-was-time-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/1308066671666040827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/1308066671666040827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2011/01/mon-3-rd-january-2011-it-was-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-2715511281713578680</id><published>2010-06-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:42:38.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different love(s)</title><content type='html'>Casey and I went out on our own during her half term a couple of weeks ago. She behaved really well and listened to what I said all the time. I was really proud of her. Normally I would like daddy to come out with us so I can have help when required. She surprised me by doing what she was asked for during our time out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly turned around and told me that she loved mummy a lot. A lovely sensation went through my heart and body and I felt euphoric. Thinking that all the hard work was worth it. Only a minute later we walked passed a Macdonald's and Casey said to me she loved apple pie too...... oh bo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-2715511281713578680?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/2715511281713578680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/06/different-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2715511281713578680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2715511281713578680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/06/different-loves.html' title='Different love(s)'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-4126613559150200223</id><published>2010-03-22T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:12:53.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend or Not</title><content type='html'>22/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up in the morning last saturday, Casey seemed to be in a very good mood. I wondered if there was anything to do with the weekend. She knew she didn't have to hurry for her breakfast or anything else. She could just sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sitting down on the sofa during breakfast, Casey said that she was my best friend. Mummy was really happy and felt loved by her little girl. Whilst I was still enjoying the special bond and giving her a big hug, Casey told me to get back to my place. My world just crumbled around me. Back to reality......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-4126613559150200223?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/4126613559150200223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-friend-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/4126613559150200223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/4126613559150200223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-friend-or-not.html' title='Best Friend or Not'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-9196919405137303644</id><published>2010-03-10T04:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T04:34:23.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belonging With</title><content type='html'>Mummy was doing some fun games in an exercise book with Casey the other day. We were asked to find out what subject belong with the one in question. Bless her, Casey did really well but one(?!). A seal was perching on a stand and we had to decide whether it would belong with a chair or the sea. She picked the chair and said when it gets tired the seal can then sit on it. I didn't know what to say. It was perfectly logical with her way of thinking and explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like how children's mind work. There is often no perception of any kind, simple, innocent and straight forward. I also sometimes adore they speak their mind. How better it would be if adults would do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-9196919405137303644?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/9196919405137303644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/03/belonging-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/9196919405137303644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/9196919405137303644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/03/belonging-with.html' title='Belonging With'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-7061978121873287781</id><published>2010-02-25T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T03:35:13.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>Casey said to mummy in the car on the way to school this morning that she didn't want to be young any more. I didn't quite know how to take it and told her that she was only just three years old. When asking her more on the comment she explained that she would like to be a mother with eleven children. They would all be living in a big igloo. However, she wouldn't be able to look after them all and would like another lady to help her.... Where did all this come from? My mind couldn't travel as fast as hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-7061978121873287781?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/7061978121873287781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/7061978121873287781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/7061978121873287781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-5921644860980661654</id><published>2010-02-18T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:32:35.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacket Potato</title><content type='html'>Casey never liked potatoes when she was a baby. Tried every single way of cooked potatos with her but to no avail except the big "M" french fries. She would just spit it out whether it was mashed, roasted, boiled, sauted or oven cooked. I was just thinking how can she not like potatoes when we are living in this country. Billions of the spuds are eaten every year by the Brits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I baked some jacket potatoes at home yesterday and miracle happened. Casey liked it and finished quite a bit. Mummy's jaw dropped and couldn't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-5921644860980661654?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/5921644860980661654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/jacket-potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/5921644860980661654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/5921644860980661654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/jacket-potato.html' title='Jacket Potato'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-3766578684626847200</id><published>2010-02-13T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:41:10.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13/2/2010 - I'm polishing my nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey is growing up fast, very fast, as this morning she told daddy that brushing teeth had to wait because she is painting her toenails blue and green. Furthermore, that she couldn't wear her slippers whilst she was brushing teeth as her nails had to dry and that afterwards she would do her fingernails. This was all pretend of course, but she has a good imagination, just look at the picture to see what she used as nail polish. You guessed it, blue and green cap bottles, where else would she get "nail polish" to paint her nails green and blue. I do like the colours chosen, don't you ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437701585407335490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/S3aYyCDIXEI/AAAAAAAAADE/CqJAUvsMoCw/s320/IMG_0363.jpg" /&gt;11/2/2010 - Are there any gentleman apples?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had just made a fruit salad after dinner and mummy was telling Casey what she had put into the fruit salad. As mummy explained that there were pink lady apples in the fruit salad, a very innocent Casey asked "Are there any gentleman apples?" at which point mummy told her without trying to laugh that there weren't any gentleman apples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10/2/2010 - Casey is star of the day at school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When daddy was picking up Casey from school, he noticed that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caseys&lt;/span&gt;' picture wasn't on the happy sun (for being a good girl) or on the sad cloud (for being a naughty girl). After looking a bit further, he found her on the star of the day. Upon asking Casey if she was star of the day, she replied that she was and that she was a good girl and helped Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Werrett&lt;/span&gt; to tidy up the classroom. That night, Casey asked daddy to make a happy sun and sad cloud to put in the living room. After drawing them, Casey's picture was put on the happy sun because she was such a good girl at school and at home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437700935320684226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/S3aYMMSZRsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GTR90W45ews/s320/IMG_0364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-3766578684626847200?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/3766578684626847200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/1322010-im-polishing-my-nails-casey-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/3766578684626847200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/3766578684626847200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/1322010-im-polishing-my-nails-casey-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/S3aYyCDIXEI/AAAAAAAAADE/CqJAUvsMoCw/s72-c/IMG_0363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-2804537745835521274</id><published>2010-02-04T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T04:07:59.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>Casey has started at nursery for just over five months and she is now used to the routine of having school for five days a week and then two days off at home. When it comes to Saturday, she often spends it with grandparents as mummy and daddy are both at work in the morning. She is often asked where she would like to go and the answer is often "London".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to London for a few times and everytime she just enjoyed herself a lot. She was fascinated by what the big city had to offer; busy lifestyle, lots of double-deckers, upper and under ground trains and plenty of shops and visiting places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-2804537745835521274?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/2804537745835521274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2804537745835521274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2804537745835521274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/02/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-6828457514702063773</id><published>2010-01-27T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:07:41.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been away for a long time</title><content type='html'>It's the first time since a long long while ago when we had the last entry. Life's been a little bit chaotic in our household. Hopefully, we are now back to some normality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what has been happening, Casey seems to thrive as normal as one would expect. Children amaze and outdo our grown-ups far more than we can imagine sometimes. Their abilty to adapt to different situations just gains my admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing really well at school and seems to be enjoying reading and writing. Sometimes I only have to explain to her the pronounciation of some words once or twice and then she can remember them. Having said that I sometimes believe she can actually remember a whole story and just kind of recite it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a "my pet's week" at school a fortnight ago. As we haven't got any, Casey had to treat "Kitty Cat" the plush toy as one. She admires her and loves to take her everywhere whenever she can. She painted her and told the teachers she likes to take her to bed every night. She also decided that Kitty Cat should share her birthday on the same day as her. Looks like Casey has just found her "twin".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-6828457514702063773?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/6828457514702063773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-away-for-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/6828457514702063773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/6828457514702063773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-away-for-long-time.html' title='Been away for a long time'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-7223556405043990160</id><published>2009-12-01T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:36:25.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-7223556405043990160?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/7223556405043990160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/12/crossing-legs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/7223556405043990160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/7223556405043990160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/12/crossing-legs.html' title='Crossing legs'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-1540887395115872615</id><published>2009-11-16T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:59:54.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original</title><content type='html'>I am always amazed with Casey's vocabulary. Although she can't explain the meaning of words, she often uses them in the right context. She loves reading different types of books and recognises quite a lot of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bottle of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lucozade&lt;/span&gt; in the kitchen and she never came across it before. She asked me what that was and I told her. Then she pointed a word on the bottle and said "original". She was absolutely right. It was an original flavour of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lucozade&lt;/span&gt;. Mummy then asked her where she picked up the word from. Sadly, she couldn't tell me. However, mummy was still very impressed with her performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-1540887395115872615?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/1540887395115872615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/1540887395115872615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/1540887395115872615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/11/surprise.html' title='Original'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-6061773158416029118</id><published>2009-11-12T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:06:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Birthday</title><content type='html'>08/11/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a phone call from mama this morning. She and grandad just got back from HK. As soon as Casey had said hello to mama, she started singing "祝你生日快樂" to her. Her birthday was actually on the next day. We had been practising this little celebration song for a few days just to impress mama with Casey's new found chinese words. Despite it was sung one day too early, mama was happy to hear from Casey again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-6061773158416029118?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/6061773158416029118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/11/mamas-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/6061773158416029118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/6061773158416029118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/11/mamas-birthday.html' title='Mama&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-994350422327773033</id><published>2009-11-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:29:59.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the half term</title><content type='html'>26/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah Estava's Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399465576966369698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su7BVawHsaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J913eJz5ehk/s320/IMG_0220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Leah's 4th birthday today. All the children were dressed as pirates and fairies. Casey particularly liked her outfit as there came a pair of wings as well. She was also given a wand at the party and later started performing magic..... abracadabra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399465566266422434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su7BUy5DdKI/AAAAAAAAACs/1tK5v38uX5Q/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Casey to London to meet up with Berta, David, baby Samuel, Wendy, Roger and Jessica. She was really excited as she had the chance to travel on the train again. For it was nearly two years ago since our last visit to the capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399464716196024466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su7AjUIekJI/AAAAAAAAACk/nBXLRInMWJk/s320/IMG_0253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of announcements at the stations and she kept repeating after them by starting with "Ladies and Gentlemen"... and of course "Mind the gap". It was funny to hear her saying it all the time. She admired London very much and kept telling us that we should come back soon. I supposed she was attracted to the busy life and the buzzing atmosphere in the capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399464111498090098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su7AAHdQVnI/AAAAAAAAACc/UVzkfYx-oWM/s320/IMG_0232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399464106441840898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su6__0nwGQI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZV1NYh5zuqg/s320/IMG_0231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also managed to find some time to visit Regent's Park and my aunt in China Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399463133439995554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su6_HL6CLqI/AAAAAAAAACM/4IwBvXnmi9E/s320/IMG_0241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Pin Bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399461069073016194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su69PBil5YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-hmMp93cWdA/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and daddy took Casey bowling today. Casey had played before but it was a long long time ago. She did quite well with the barricades up and managed to beat mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399461566489993570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su69r-kCoWI/AAAAAAAAACE/OkMKa5-WTHQ/s320/IMG_0262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-994350422327773033?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/994350422327773033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/11/leah-estavas-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/994350422327773033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/994350422327773033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/11/leah-estavas-birthday-party.html' title='Beginning of the half term'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Su7BVawHsaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J913eJz5ehk/s72-c/IMG_0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-59071774397695922</id><published>2009-10-22T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:18:14.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents' Evening</title><content type='html'>22/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first parents' evening with Mrs Werrett today. All in all it went quite well. Casey seemed to be enjoying and doing quite well at school. In some areas such as recognising words and numbers she actually out shone her peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, she sometimes didn't like to share objects/toys with the other children. We had encountered that before at home when Jessica came to visit us. No matter what we said or reassured her, she was very reluctant to let go of her own possessions even momentarily. Is this a common thing amongst a lone child of a family? Both the teacher and I hoped that as times goes on, Casey will only become a better sharer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also seemed to have a problem with closed door of the room where she was staying. As French classes were held in a different but smaller room she would refuse to go to the class as Monsieur Dominique would have to close the door. However once she was inside, she seemed to be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-59071774397695922?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/59071774397695922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/10/221009-we-had-our-first-parents-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/59071774397695922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/59071774397695922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/10/221009-we-had-our-first-parents-evening.html' title='Parents&apos; Evening'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-9096799831436023882</id><published>2009-10-16T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:20:26.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday 16/10/09 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today during bathtime, Casey said "I will always love you mummy". Mummy was really glad to hear it. We hugged and kissed a few times to seal our love. A few hours later in the evening, Casey was dropped to to grandparents'. When she saw grandma, she suddenly said "I don't love you mummy , I love ma ma. Mummy's heart was shattered ....... lots of tears came flooding out (not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, Casey told Grandpa that she wanted him to buy her a car with......wait for it........Casey on the front and Casey on the back. Looks like she knows about personal number plates already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday 4/10/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a few rare minutes to quickly snap some photos in the morning before going to Hockley woods. I managed to get a few of the biggest superstar in our household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393340278291460226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj-aHBecII/AAAAAAAAABs/gNmgw8-JrdM/s320/IMG_0189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Hockley Woods to enjoy some autumn scenery. We had a good time walking through the woods and playing hide-and-seek. We found some "magic" mushrooms and Casey was excited to see them. She thought we could pick them and use the fungi in our cooking. Not too sure about this one. Not an expert on fungi at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393338490216689426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj8yB7OrxI/AAAAAAAAABc/6Eo5oujR2io/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on, we went to the attached playground of the woods. Casey couldn't stop laughing whilst riding the see-saw. She could have gone on forever on it had we not all felt hungry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393338934701184962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj9L5wl18I/AAAAAAAAABk/KqYVMeLp6wo/s320/IMG_0205.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-9096799831436023882?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/9096799831436023882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-161009-today-during-bathtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/9096799831436023882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/9096799831436023882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-161009-today-during-bathtime.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj-aHBecII/AAAAAAAAABs/gNmgw8-JrdM/s72-c/IMG_0189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-8646624139590220082</id><published>2009-10-09T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:20:01.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreading of the jabs</title><content type='html'>07/10/09 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393341445728360482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj_eEEH2CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DAIaY5lKi4E/s320/IMG_0214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an appointment for Casey's innoculations last Monday. Unfortunately because of her cold it had to be cancelled. Daddy had a lucky escape. Then it was re-scheduled for today. Mummy was dreading about it as she knew that it should be more than just one jab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough. It turned out to be very easy. Nurse Jackie first explained to Casey reasons for the jabs and it would be just a pinch on each upper arm. Casey took it really well and did't even moan/cry at all. Mummy was so proud of her little girl. Even nurse Jackie said that she was the bravest girl she had ever met. Casey was rewarded with a packet of her favourit sweets and a sticker. Life is sometimes not so difficult ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-8646624139590220082?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/8646624139590220082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreading-of-jabs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/8646624139590220082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/8646624139590220082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreading-of-jabs.html' title='Dreading of the jabs'/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj_eEEH2CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DAIaY5lKi4E/s72-c/IMG_0214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-6577214490355707206</id><published>2009-09-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:38:26.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday 18/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey said today that she loves ma ma and wants to go to her house. Ah, how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun 20/9/09 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393330014809896754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj1EskyNzI/AAAAAAAAABE/f0fofHoGrSo/s320/IMG_0163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393329597418561378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj0sZq732I/AAAAAAAAAA8/abT2neg1UdE/s320/IMG_0158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393329196859386530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj0VFeL6qI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gloQpIvq-wg/s320/IMG_0148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a wonderful time at Wat Tyler Country Park. Daddy,Casey and even mummy enjoyed playing with all the outdoor activity equipment. We also found the sonic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;, where you can talk from one end of the lake and hear what was said on the other side. Casey even found time to have an ice-cream. All in all, a major success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 23/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mummy picked up Casey in the afternoon our little one had a chocolate in her hand. Upon mummy asking where she got it from, Casey replied that it was from Ali-abas and that she loved him. Our daughter is easily bought, just one chocolate is enough to steal her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues 29/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was St. Michael's day today. The school had a procession of the pupils led by Mr Tompkins the headteacher. Casey and her classmates being in nursery were deemed too young to join in the procession, so they lined either side of the main pathway which leads from the pavement to the main door. Casey was very excited and enjoyed herself very much. Later on there was a party to celebrate this big day. Casey was in charge of supplying the mini breadsticks for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On leaving school, we bumped into Matthew and his mum, He is one of Casey's classmates. Whilst walking, Casey told daddy that she loves Matthew. Our daughter seems to be getting a lot of boyfriends already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and daddy visit daddy's old work place. We see Uncle Yogi, Uncle G, Auntie Pat, Auntie Shirley and Auntie Hannah. When we got there everybody said how nice Casey looked in her new uniform. But Uncle G had more important things to do, such as give Casey a doughnut, not any doughnut, but one with chocolate and lots and lots of hundreds and thousands on it. The doughnut was from Auntie Monal because it was her birthday. After daddy finished off the doughnut because Casey didn't want any more, we quickly visited the Dr's surgery to say a quick hello. Later on, we dropped into see Bhanu and Auntie Monal. Auntie Monal gave Casey a big hug and Casey said Happy Birthday to her. Whilst we were there, Casey also asked her for some Galaxy chocolate. This was because a long while ago Casey remembered Auntie Monal giving her a Galaxy chocolate. Well Casey didn't get a galaxy, but she did leave with a big tin of celebrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-6577214490355707206?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/6577214490355707206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-18909-casey-said-today-that-she.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/6577214490355707206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/6577214490355707206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-18909-casey-said-today-that-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/Stj1EskyNzI/AAAAAAAAABE/f0fofHoGrSo/s72-c/IMG_0163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-8324428737950256795</id><published>2009-09-11T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:08:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thurs 10/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to find hair clip and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miraculously her snack box has turned up as well. However, we seemed to have left her pullover at school. Hopefully our lucky run would continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;On the downside, Casey didn't eat most of her lunch, leaving her roll virtually untouched. We had to change our menu and decided to give her pasta tomorrow. This should receive a warmer welcome from our darling, as pasta has always been her favourite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fri 11/9/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Again a bit tearful when mummy dropped Casey off. Luckily, she managed to eat more of her lunch today and that was good. We think that we will have to make variations on pasta, rice and noodles, which may need to be kept warm for her lunch. So I guess some research on lunch options may be necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380324319290923298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqrAdlO7GSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2fOISWSqqCw/s320/IMG_0145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Casey received her first certificate from school today. It was for completing her first week at nursery. There was another first today, her first project was handed out as well. It was to produce artwork that can be turned into a christmas card. We shall see if the gene for creativity has miraculously appeared in our darling little princess or whether some helping hands are required. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-8324428737950256795?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/8324428737950256795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/thurs-10909-managed-to-find-hair-clip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/8324428737950256795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/8324428737950256795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/thurs-10909-managed-to-find-hair-clip.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqrAdlO7GSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2fOISWSqqCw/s72-c/IMG_0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-2886233143452316770</id><published>2009-09-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:10:24.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tues 8/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the second day at school and our darling daughter has made the national newspaper. Well sort of, apparently Casey is the 5th naughtiest girls name in a survey of 3000 teachers. Coincidence or fact, only time will tell, but at the moment mummy and daddy think it may be true. Incidently, the name Jessica is close behind at 7th on the list, if Casey and Jessica get togther more often I am sure they will be a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good, Casey was a bit clingy and tearful to start with again. Later, Casey had a bit of a problem going to assembly, but Mrs Willows stayed with her and she was fine. Otherwise, Casey enjoyed her day and rushed out to see daddy when I picked her up at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 9/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey had some visitors today, May Yee and Shun Yi came over to visit us. They helped to pick up Casey from school today and stayed for dinner. On the way to the railway station after dinner, Casey initally said she liked Shun Yi and didn't like May Yee. But, quickly changed her mind and said she liked both of them. Bless her cotton little socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school, a couple of problems have arisen, Casey has managed to lose her snack box and blue hair clip. Hopefully someone will discover these items and return them to us. We live in hope. So between that and Casey chewing through her mouthpiece on her bottle on tuesday, I think that it hasn't been too bad a start to Casey's school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380324945094351026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqrBCAiFmLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Id9z-1GgBSY/s320/IMG_0143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-2886233143452316770?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/2886233143452316770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/tues-8909-only-second-day-at-school-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2886233143452316770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2886233143452316770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/tues-8909-only-second-day-at-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqrBCAiFmLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Id9z-1GgBSY/s72-c/IMG_0143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-2051496049517304154</id><published>2009-09-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:22:36.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sat 5/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Casey's first time staying overnight at grandparents' place for just one day. She was a little bit baffled as she would normally be there for Mondays and Tuesdays. However, on the good side she can go out with both of them on Sat morning whilst mummy and daddy are at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma cooked some "Hai Nan Chicken Rice" for all of us in the evening. She really enjoyed it and she kept saying how yummy it was. It was then followed by some strawberries and cream. As per usual, Casey only finished the cream and left the fruits behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had to leave for home, Casey didn't want to go as she thought she would be staying for another day. Never mind I am sure she will get used to the new arrangement soon. She said "thank you for the dinner" to grandparents just as we were leaving. What a nice surprise. She has never said anything like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun 6/9/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Casey to do a test run to her new school. The journey wasn't too bad. I supposed because it wasn't a weekday today. We then headed toward the seafront for a stroll. What a lovely surprise to find a little beach, seafood restaurants and some huts selling fresh sea produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and daddy tested out the beach. They built some sand castles together and put lots of feathers in the sand, which daddy had found on the beach. She had some great laughs and claimed to be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we had to fill out a form from St. Michael's with Casey. It asked her various things such as her likes and dislikes. In summary, our daughter likes to do jigsaws, watch childrens T.V., painting, gluing and drawing. She however, likes to play by herself, not to share her toys and is looking forward to going to school. She would like to do lots of things such as learning French, face painting and wait for it.............jumping in muddy puddles with the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon 7/9/09 - Casey's first day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378818151453379314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqVmnEzNSvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B6spJQ5cdOU/s320/IMG_0065.jpg" /&gt;It was Casey's first day at St. Michael's. It was an early rise for all of us, never before had the Cheung's all woke up so early. We did really well and managed to take some photo's of Casey in her school uniform before leaving the house on time at 7:45am. When we got to school, we found that we weren't the latest to arrive, far from it, we were early by 5 to 10 minutes.........amazing, the Cheung's were early and organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for mummy and daddy to leave after dropping Casey off, there was a tearful moment, until Mrs Werrett expertly distracted Casey allowing us to quickly make for the exit. All was well, until the school phones mummy to ask , why haven't we picked up Casey yet, they had got it wrong, Casey was actually staying all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home time, all Casey kept asking was "Can I eat my packed lunch??", she had eaten all of her morning snack, but left her sandwich, carrot sticks, cheese and biscuits from her lunch, but surprise surprise all the hula hoops had mysteriously disappeared..........I wonder where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqVnUeGiTAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LvJ142OkQfw/s1600-h/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378818931339447298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqVnUeGiTAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LvJ142OkQfw/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way home in the car our little princess fell quickly into a deep slumber, only to be awoken by a tall dark handsome..................daddy, who carried her from the car. After a quick demolition of the remainder of Casey's lunch box by everyone, it was time for another quick photoshoot in the back garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey liked her first day at school and had fun painting, drawing and playing with sand. Unfortunately, there wasn't a muddy puddle in sight. All this fun and excitement has worn her out. As I was writing this blog, she was already fast asleep in her bed, the time was........you wouldn't believe it.........8:45pm. The earliest and quickest she has ever gone to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-2051496049517304154?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/2051496049517304154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/sat-5909-it-was-caseys-first-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2051496049517304154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/2051496049517304154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/sat-5909-it-was-caseys-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqVmnEzNSvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B6spJQ5cdOU/s72-c/IMG_0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-5567664187516770660</id><published>2009-09-02T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:26:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Casey had a fall in the back garden last week. She grazed her foot and there was some bleeding. Mummy helped her to clean the wound and she wanted a plaster over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all was done, little princess was put down on the sofa in the conservatory to rest. I had never seen Casey sitting still for so long on her own ever before. She said she needed to rest her foot. The little incident must have shocked Casey and she needed something to make her feel better.... Mmm guess what she would like. She asked for a cookie first but there was none in the house and then she suggested a milky bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princess can have what she wants especially when she is injured. The pain was almost forgotten after the help of a delicious milky bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-5567664187516770660?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/5567664187516770660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/casey-had-fall-in-back-garden-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/5567664187516770660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/5567664187516770660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/09/casey-had-fall-in-back-garden-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242906388988709858.post-1135928224819493640</id><published>2009-08-31T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:14:46.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casey&apos;s observations on Bank Holiday Monday in August 09'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqVprPOu-XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wYNqWRiDOiE/s1600-h/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378821521507547506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqVprPOu-XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wYNqWRiDOiE/s320/IMG_0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a visit from Wendy, Roger and Jessica today. Before their arrival, Casey and mummy made chocolate rice crispies, which were enjoyed by everybody. Casey and Jessica did lots of things; playing, "SHARING" toys and blowing lots and lots of bubbles. Jessica had fun on the slide, mainly hanging on rather than sliding. Casey as bossy as ever wanted her turn as well. As ever all good things come to an end so soon, they had to go home. Never mind, we shall meet again at Jessica's second birthday in a couple of weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Mummy, Daddy and Casey went out to dinner. On our way home from the restaurant, Casey spotted the moon in the sky. She saw the moon moving whilst the car was in motion. Believing that the moon must be tired as it was already late, it should be on it's way home too. I then asked her what we could do to help. Casey replied that she would like to take the moon to bed with her. How sweet......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242906388988709858-1135928224819493640?l=caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/feeds/1135928224819493640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-had-visit-from-wendy-roger-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/1135928224819493640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242906388988709858/posts/default/1135928224819493640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseybooboocheung.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-had-visit-from-wendy-roger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17272233794030386685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFYJ86xfnX4/SqVprPOu-XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wYNqWRiDOiE/s72-c/IMG_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
