She's All Grown Up....

I've been feeling rather emo since last week, as the time grows shorter before baby girl starts childcare.

Perhaps it's the fact that she's growing up so fast. Or maybe its because I won't have another kiddo to send off to childcare anymore (yes, two is really enough thank you very much!). On reflection, K represents the last for many things: last pregnancy I'll ever know, last baby to spend precious moments with during unearthly night feedings, last kiddo to witness important baby milestones etc etc....

Ok, that last paragraph sounds a little pessimistic so I'll look at the glass as half full now. Her school bag is packed and ready to go (little owner is optional, lol..) and everything is nicely labelled for first day at school. Can u believe that kiasu mummy here started preparation work since last year? It started off with buying her school bag in Nov and everything else just got added on along the way. Very contrasting with when T started school and we scrambled to buy everything last minute.

I won't have any super precious pictures of her in uniform tomorrow, cos she doesn't have a formal uniform to speak of. The school recently underwent a management restructuring and the new school uniforms are still not ready yet. So all kiddos have to make do with home clothes until the uniforms are finally in stock.

My baby girl's growing up too fast....😣

To the left: original intended school bag in mama's favourite design.

To the right: Cotton On bag (last minute switch when i realised that all her barang barang + emergency kit can barely be squashed into the Panda)

My best school discovery so far - 

Cotton On pillow bag, which nicely fits a kiddie pillow, mattress cover and blanket (mummy cannot tahan using NTUC or some other recycle bag for this purpose.)

Water bottle and milk bottle 

(poof went the unintentional panda theme when her school bag was switched.)

Firstborn vs Secondborn

1st born:
15 min to finish up baby porridge, max.

2nd born:
A crippled tortoise can travel from Changi to Tuas before she grudgingly opens her gold mouth to eat up the last scoop

1st born:
No salt, no sugars passed his mouth before 18 months. The one person who fed him table food (horror!!) has diplomatic  immunity and therefore can't be killed by way of motherly death-glares .

2nd born:
The crippled tortoise's leg miraculously healed when reduced-salt soya sauce was discovered.

1st born:
Oblivious to baby porridge and adult food, as long as his tummy gets filled.

2nd born:
Happy to give porridge facials in her younger days when it is not to her taste. Can't get the spoon into her mouth fast enough if table food is concerned, to the accompaniment of "I want!!!!'. May reach high soprano notes at times.

1st born:
Durian smells are down there with the raw materials of New Water. Complete bane of his life, much to his mum's sadness.

2nd born:
Have yet to discover something that she doesn't eat. (baby porridge being the only exception)

1st born:
70yr old ah pek stuck in a 5.5yr old body (kinda like his pa, 'cept that the latter is 29.5 years older). Likes noodles but not pasta. Dislikes cold ice cream. Lives for salmon skin.

2nd born:
Loves fish and eggs. Everything else is negotiable, as long as it is not baby porridge.