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Month: June 2014

Sunday Morning Snapshot – Sexy Swimsuit Babe

Sunday Morning Snapshot – Sexy Swimsuit Babe

It’s been a looong while since I’ve updated my Sunday Morning Snapshots. Ever since I shifted 宝贝’s swimming lessons to another day, I hardly have time to take the idyllic Sunday Morning photos because it’s always been a mad rush. Or maybe it’s because the routine has been broken.

Anyway… Here goes… The sexy babe!

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Hehe… Not sexy enough? Ok, get ready for the real sizzling hot 🔥stuff!

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Ah! If anyone needs a hot swimwear model, come speak to her talent manager. Ya. That’s moi! 😬

Sheepish Addiction…

Sheepish Addiction…

Ok ok. It’s a lame pun. But it’s exactly how I feel!

It all started one fine evening. I had to go to our neighbour’s place to drag 宝贝 home for a bath. I found the 2 of them hunched over an iPad mini (sigh… Despite my best efforts to keep her away from gadgets. Oh well… I guess it’s ok once in a while.)

Me : Eh!! It’s time to go home!!
宝贝 : wait! I’m trying to finish a game with Barry!
Me : (alarm bells ringing in my head at the mention of game) what game? Is it some violent game?!
Barry : it’s a sheep game! She even beat me a few times! (Gah! Must have been the dota sessions I played every day while I was pregnant with her!)

They showed me the game. I allowed her to play one last game in my presence before we went home for her bath.

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It’s called Bump Sheep.

And then, because it looked really interesting, I downloaded it. And now I’m hooked… That was since Thurs….

Now I’ve to play it secretly in the toilet so that she doesn’t know I’m addicted to it.

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My best score so far…

Anyway it’s a very simple game. It’s like the military game I played some time back. You deploy troops in 5 different rows to push back your enemy’s troops. Except they are really cute sheep. You have the little Mary-have-a-lamb smallest sheep to the impressive bloodlust giant stags.

And they have cool win-lose poker cards at the end of the game.

Enough said… Back to my game…

Some More Joy is…

Some More Joy is…

I kind of like my “joy is…” post, so here’s more of it… I’m writing this as I’m watching him turn into a cute new sleeping position in the dark. It’s these little things that make my day.

Joy is watching him sleep with his mouth open like a goldfish. Utterly adorable.

Joy is coming home to find one of them still awake (usually it’s 宝贝 because of her later bedtime), her eyes lighted up in delight and screaming, “Mama!!!!” as I plod up the stairs.

Joy is reading a bedtime story with her and having both of us role play the characters (usually animals… Get the drift??) in the silliest fashion.

Joy is watching him wake himself up from the sound of his own fart. *guffaws*

Joy is listening to my Mom narrating how he pranced around the house in his new hat (I brought it back from Florida for him), then instructing her to carry him to the mirror so that he could preen before it and smile at his own reflection. My vain boy!

There! Enough joy to keep me smiling in my sleep til tomorrow! 😬😬😬

The Boy in Striped Pyjamas

The Boy in Striped Pyjamas

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I picked up the book (ebook to be more precise) after positive reviews from Ed. I knew that it was about the holocaust. So I was expecting bad news at the end of it.

It was written from the perspective of an innocent 9 year old. I was put to ease by the delightful childish observations of Bruno, the young protagonist of the story. The guileless friendship between him and the-boy-in-striped pyjamas brought down my “defense” against the “bad news”.

It’s a thoroughly enjoyable story. That’s why the ending caught me unaware. The ending was more poignant to me, for the fact that I’ve a little boy.

No more spoilers from me. Highly recommended read. Not suitable for bedtime story though. It took me a while to fall asleep after finishing it.

Joy is…

Joy is…

Joy is him clutching my fingers in his little toddler hands while he sleeps. Because I know that one day his hands will outgrow mine and he won’t need me anymore.

Joy is him wanting me to cuddle him while he sleeps. Because I know that he will soon outgrow my cuddles and cease being a mommy’s boy.

Joy is having his sweet sleeping face just a breath away from mine. Because I know that he will soon want to have his own bed and room and a life of his own.

Joy is to savour the present moment and appreciate how lucky I am.