Sunday Night

Not sure I shd be sad or happy now that its Sunday night. Sad cos work starts again in approximately 10 hours. Happy cos I dun hv to jaga a teething baby and a chatterbox at home.

As sudden as they came, K's teething symptoms has subsided somewhat, probably cos the little edges have finally poked through her gums. But she is still demanding a lot of attention cos someone MUST be in her line of vision at all times. Guess who's the fall guy? I am not complaining, but there are still chores to be done and tasks to be completed (yeah, I'm looking at u Laundry Basket!) and its not possible to just be there all the time.

As for T, heaven forbid those lips will stop yakking! Won't say much on this, but he has gotten more than a few scoldings for talking and talking and talking when I really do need a moment's peace. I admit: Mother Theresa's patience I have not.

Goodbye Sunday night. It has been a trying one, like the many ones before u. And in all likelihood, the ones ahead....

Saying Goodbye

We bid farewell to T's first school bag yesterday.

It's a Skip Hop frog bag which was acquired after great pains cos it is a model that has already stopped production but the little owner likes green and so Mummy did her best to get a bag which is green AND is not camouflage.

The froggie bag served T well for two years before, as Papa describes it (and I quote per verbatim): "the frog turned into a toad."

A very strange description perhaps, but an apt one. The pictures below show why.

The frog which turned into a speckled toad (see the dirty stains on its belly)

His new bag 

(yep, it's a chiong one. I saw the light and realised that he doesn't actually need such a good bag which will only land up being manhandled anyway)

The Evolution of Bags

It used to be that I carry large bags when going out. But with kids, that has very much changed.

Evolution of the bag sizes B.C. (before children) to A.1.C. (after 1 child) to A.2.C. (after 2 children):

Before Children (where I can TOTE my life around with me when going out)

After 1 Child (where I squeeze in only essential stuff. This is in addition to the mandatory diaper bag.)

After 2 Children (reduced to the bare essentials in my teeny wristlet, on top of the diaper bag AND the pre-schooler stuff that couldn't fit into his backpack)

*Happie Dance*

So I have been in my current civil service job for a year and a half now and the time where my mandatory 2-year contract is coming to an end in July.

Since the end of 2014, I have been very gao wei as to whether I should (1) start sending out resumes in case the emplacement doesn't happen; or (2) visit temples more often to 拜拜 that I will still hv this job come July 2015. I keep telling Le Husband that he better have enough money to support me if I get sacked. 😢😣😦

Anyway, for some strange reason,  my boss started handing out presents for the kiddos of everyone in the department today (all are already parents). Unrelated note: I wonder if she is quitting after she delivers (she is 8 months pregnant now. With twin daughters.) and hence the Thank You presents. On everyone's present is a handwritten note and I was mentally doing a jig when I saw mine. Cos it reads, among other things: "May you shine in the many years to come in <name of my organisation>."

Of course I may be reading too much into things but surely her words are a good sign right? Right??

Starting K1

Papa Yeow dug out this website where u can print out Chinese characters of your own choice to practise writing. No prizes for guessing who was the "lucky" recipient of this new discovery?

Those baby carrots still so cute and stubby after all these years...

Car Washing

The boy is a fan of car-washing.

When weekends come around and Papa drives near/by his regular petrol station near our house, "Papa 我们可以去洗车吗?" becomes inevitable.

T likes watching the soap suds and pretending he is being splashed with dirty water. Go figure...

Teething Pains

Baby K just gave me an unexpected New Year gift - knowledge of how a teething baby would NOT drink milk.

She has been showing signs of teething for a while now. Only that Mummy did not recognise these signs cos she has never experienced them with K's big brother. Signs include sudden choking due to excessive saliva, running nose even when she is not having a cold or anything, pulling of ears and of course, the requisite unexplained crankiness. The crankiness is still hovering around and just half an hour ago, the latest additionto the stable of teething symptoms: rejection of milk.

Aiyoh...I am no religious person but the only notion in my mind now is "This must be karma returned two-fold." since T absolutely DID NOT have any symptoms of teething except perhaps a little bit more drool than usual. He was a sunshiny baby right up to when those molars were emerging.

K is a completely different kettle of fish altogether. It gets very frustrating when I do not know why she is wailing and hence can't take the necessary actions to calm her down. But it was a Eureka! moment when I spotted that budding tooth just a few days back. The rejection of milk just now is quite scary though - there was a good 2 ounces of milk left and when I tried to give her the bottle again after a while, she acted like she saw a monster when the said bottle was put in front of her.

Truly a female Tarurean...unpredictable and stubborn (she clamped her lips shut at the sight of the pretty little pink bottle). Like mother, like daughter.