A rare family photo. Thanks to Michelle! We hardly have the chance for one of these. We are always taking turns to take photos.
Not only that, it’s au naturale, without makeup. See all those eye bags and wrinkles! Eeeks!
Even 小小宝贝 is in it!! Inside my huge tummy lar!!!
One day, just one day, we may walk into a studio to have some nice ones taken before they all grow up and lose their charming innocence.
Another addition to my never ending to do list…
I’m waiting for my little time bomb to wake up anytime for his milk feed before I can ko.
He just laughed in his sleep!! I wonder what can make a little baby who is 3 months old laugh in his sleep?
Do babies start dreaming at such a young age? Milk, perhaps. =.=”
Anyway it’s ultimate sweetness to see him smile and laugh. Just can’t resist documenting this. It’s a pity that it’s too dark and unpredictable to take a photo of it.
But, yes, another little joy in life after a tiring day. No wonder we celebrate Mother’s Day!!!! Motherly duties for life…. Still can’t believe that I’ve signed up for life duties. Haiz…
My darling armpit baby. It’s strange that they like to snuggle into my armpit when they sleep. 宝贝 was like that. Now it’s 小小宝贝’s turn. Maybe they feel especially snug and secure in that position. She doesn’t do it now. She still loves to lie beside me though.
Although I was feeling the ache from being in the same position for such a long time, but the peaceful look on his serene sleeping face. Only at this age. Only with this look. When the sleepy head wakes up, he will blink his eyes a few times and break into an earnest, loving smile when he sees me. I’m just waiting for that moment. :) for the one babyish, innocent, loving smile. *melt* Live for the moment…
Hey! Whatcha looking at? I’m eating ice cream! Nom Nom Nom “occasional lick with tongue”
It’s been a mad rush since 7am this morning. The hub is of no help. He’s knocked out from flu. I’m utterly convinced that “weaker sex” is not referring to women. At the peak of health, he could only handle one child. When he’s sick, he’s flat out. When women are sick, they can still nurse babies, work, handle a difficult toddler. No wonder, women were chosen to bear babies and not men.
It’s even so in the animal world. The lioness is the one that bears the young, hunts for food for the whole family while the male just preens his mane to get himself camera ready for the wild life photographers.
Well, to be fair to the hub, he is a very hands on daddy. A lot more hands on than many daddies out there. He’s just not very functional when he’s “fluey”. Sigh…
Anyway, alternating between a sleep deprived baby who was crying on and off, and getting a toddler ready for swimming class, then rushing for music class after that, I finally can sit down, while nursing the baby (not an idle moment eh), in the sanctuary of a nursing room to catch my breath. And also to blog. Like what Shermaine told me, blogging is therapeutic. I can’t help but agree with her wisdom.
The pretty pastel coloured room helps. 30 mins of reprieve before it starts again. Meanwhile, I’m appreciating the moment. *eyes closed*
There he is. Cradled in my arm, snuggled against me, catching his 40 winks.
Should I put him down in the cot and risk him waking up then start the whole tedious sleeping procedure again or just let him be. Continue blogging with one hand.
Dilemma dilemma. I can just hear voices in my head (jialat arh! I’m starting to hear voices in my head…).
Voice A : Better put him down in his cot arh. You spoil him like that, next time you forever carry him to sleep meh??
Voice B : But what if he wakes up?? Going through the process. Very Siong you know!!
Voice A : if you put him down you can pump your milk. Your milk supply is so low. How to go back to work like that?? Every time you pump out 70 ml he drinks 90 ml. Like that sure *gg! (Gg stands for good game. Internet gaming jargon. That means game over. )
Voice B : But but he’s sleeping so sweetly.
(The culprit was making cute mewing sounds in his dream. Awwww…)
Voice A : but what but?! You still have loads of emails to reply and clients to call!
Voice B : He’s only a baby once in his life. He will grow too big to fit in this sleeping position very soon. I wouldn’t be able to cradle him like that anymore. See his long eyelashes?? So cute!!!
Voice A : if you get shoulder cramps and whatever arm cramps, don’t come and complain to me arh!
Voice B thinks to itself, “so grouchy early in the morning.”
(Win lor! Now my voice in my head has another voice in its head. This can go on and on…)
Meanwhile inertia has set in.
Voice B : ok ok. I’ll put him down in at 11am.
(We started the debate at 10am. It’s now 1030am).
Voice A : then he will want to drink and then sleep and here we go again….
That’s how I spend my morning. Cradling my baby and talking to myself. Hah!
I’ve almost forgotten about this series of books until I stumbled upon this article.
Memories of me borrowing these books from the small little 2nd hand book store, which has since closed down years ago, came back to me. I was reading as fast as I could. I was only reading the classical fairy tales, nancy drew, hardy boys etc before this.
Sweet Valley High was the first series of teenage romance that I came across. It was a whole new world out there. I was fascinated by the glitzy lives of Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield.
However, I suspect that if I were to reread them now, I would probably find them frivolous and childish.
I loved the Narnia series by CS Lewis when I was a child. A few years ago, I decided to add them to my collection when some anniversary hard cover edition was released. I ordered them from Amazon and couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. I read them again.
I found that I didn’t enjoy them as much as I did. As a child they were magical, as an adult, they were too simplified. Maybe I’ve grown jaded through the years. Things are no longer black and white like a child’s book, but in shades of grey.
Memories are best left alone when they are beautiful and good. In a way, I’m glad that I read and enjoyed so many books when I was a little girl. My parents allowed me to do things that pleased me and brought me to wonderful new places.
As we grow up, we need to move on and create new memories for our future. Once in a while, it’s nice to remember that I’ve been there and done that. So if you want to do something, do it NOW. So that you wouldn’t have the chance to look back and wonder, “what if”….
The next time I read an Enid Blyton, is probably with my little girl. For her to create her own beautiful memories, whether they are of fairy tales or real life experiences.
Simple Joys in Life
“Mom! I drew this in class for you! I love you!”
“Teacher Allen outlined the red flower for me but I coloured it. I did the rest myself!” She confessed.
The rest of the lines looked shaky enough to be drawn by her.
“BUT I chose all the colours myself!” She declared proudly.
It’s definitely not a Van Gogh. But it’s not every day that a 3 year old draws something specially for me and presents it with a declaration of love. I’m the luckiest mom on Earth! *beams*
While 2000-4000 (reported by different sources) protested in the drizzle at Hong Lim against the White Paper, I was snuggling in bed with my littlest one.
Getting him to sleep is not easy. He’s wildly alert and loves entertainment ranging from lame jokes, whistling, dancing, by his parents and doting sister. That’s of course, secondary to his primary need for milk (survival instincts).
To have him snuggle and cradled in my arm is pure joy. Watching his little eyelids flutter gently as sleep takes over him is a kind of pleasure that is unique. His quiet breathing, shown by his little tummy just compounds it. He will remain little for so short a time. This time I must savour every minute of it as it will never return.
To take note of every little joy in life is a new resolution that I’ve made. This includes not taking everything I own for granted, to cherish what I have.
The country life I led in Germany years ago opened my eyes to the blue skies, white clouds, green fields, my nose to the fragrance of the fresh air and flowers and my other senses to other aspects of life. But, after coming back to the city, the hustle and bustle of it has made me forget what I’ve learnt to appreciate.
Well, it’s not too late to remember. And my little ones’ childhoods will come and go by.
