He spent a good 15 minutes talking animatedly to his new friend. His friend responded with lots of arm waving and head bobbing. They even sighed at each other in bliss.
Little memories like these should be tucked away and relived. Very soon, he’ll outgrow this stage. What bliss it is to be an innocent babe!
Sunday is a day of leisure, to be spent with the family.
He’s blessed with absurdly long eyelashes for a boy. Will they thicken and curl like his sister’s??
Today is April Fools’ Day. I hope this is the biggest joke I’m getting today.
I was on my Facebook (as usual, fb addict Mah), reading posts on April Fools’ Day (ironically) and cuddling my smiling baby.
Suddenly I felt a warm liquid coursing over my right thigh. A thought flashed across my mind. “The baby peed on me! Can’t be so heng right?!” And cursing my hub who changed his diapers this morning for not doing a proper job.
I looked down. KANA SAI!!! My thighs and shorts and t shirt was covered with thick yellow gooey stuff (think of yellow curry with white milk curds and mucus).
My son just pooed all over me, himself and my leather sofa. All 14 hours worth of shit (the last time he pooed was before he slept). What does it mean? It means there’s A LOT of shit.
F¥€k.
I’m in deep shit. Literally.
Blissfully sleeping after all that shit aftermath.
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…
Lazing on the sofa. Ahhhhh… This is life…!
Ooiii! Whose big fat hand is that?! Stop poking my cheek! Hmpf!!!
These 2 months gave me a fresh new perspective to projectile motion. It was defined by formula in my JC F maths, physics days. But that was all theoretical. Nothing quite prepared me for the practical.
In practical, projectile motion results in the following (in sequence of frequency and probability) :
1. Changing and washing of bed sheets
2. Changing of baby’s clothes
3. Dunking him in the bathtub for another bath
4. Changing of my own clothes
5. Wiping his face where the resultant of the motion hit him
6. All of the above.
I’ve never experienced that during 宝贝’s infant days. At the most, it was fluid mechanics (ah… One of my least favourite subject with lots of integration and patience while doing experiments.) the pooling of fluid and predicting which direction it’d flow to. Just a matter of wiping the rubber mat, much more predictable than the erratic projectile motion.
Sorry. No photo for this post. Very difficult lar, one hand is holding up two wriggling legs, the other hand is holding the wet wipe to wipe the Sai. No more extra hand to hold the camera to capture the glorious moment when the golden fluid projects into the air, and lands… In the most undesirable places.
Pfftttt!!! I’ve been blowing raspberries for almost 2 weeks. Mommy has finally managed to get a decent shot. Speaks a lot about her photography skills…. But I still love her!! Pppfffffftttt!!
As a reward for her hard work, I gifted her with another model-fist-under-chin shot. Ta-da!!
Ya.. There’s a scratch on my cheek. My manicurist (my mommy) wasn’t too good. Very slip shod work… Anyhow cut my nails. Haizzzz….
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…
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!