MS DOS vs Windows

I once came across an analogy while scanning one of those books which try to explain how men and women are aliens from completely different planets:

" Men are MS DOS systems - they are programmed to only do one task at a time.

Women on the other hand, behave like the Windows OS - they can put on mascara while juggling 2 babies with the other arm AND talk to their friends on the phone."

Or something to that effect.

The point is: males can't multi-task for squat while women excel in it. Which rings quite true in the HG household, at least where the minors are concerned.

When T was a baby, he hits his milestones like a man (well, the typical man type anyway), aka singularly and systematically. There were signs that he will be reaching a milestone soon and he got there gradually.

With K, I am reminded of an octopus. One who wants to stick her tentacles in every single pie (a Jack of all trades if u will).

One day, she is trying to crawl, next minute she's trying to do cruising pull-ups, yet another she's learning to sit on her own. As of now, she's hitting many milestones at the same time but doing each one only satisfactorily. Mum's pride is one thing, but I am also objective when looking at her milestones. Wobbly crawls, half-completed pull ups and strange sitting positions does that to u.

But they sure make me smile, especially after a long day at work!

Girly Boy?

This is the desktop background on my work comp now - a picture of K and the Husband when we were out one day. Point of highlight: K was wearing a pink halter sundress.

Words of emphasis: Pink. Sundress.

So I was at work this morning with an extended desktop (simply put: a laptop with an external monitor) cos civil servants all have to work with lots and lots of info/data eh? Anyway, a colleague walked past my work station and asked: "Oooo! Is that your son?"

I shall not break into an angry tirade here (though I wanted to at that point in time).

PINK!
SUNDRESS!!

Which part of those 2 words sends (misguided) messages to your neurological faculties that she is a boy??? Gah...

Chua Sai

I love my boss. I really do.

I am one of those lucky workers who do not roll their eyes when talking about their superior nor at the risk of incurring $500 fines by wanting to spit at the mention of their boss's name.

It is her boss who scares me. Yep, my big boss.

Right from day 1 where I had my 1st (and only) interview at my current organisation, my hairs stood up when Ms B sat in during the interview. Even now, an innocuous comment from her has the ability to turn me into a gibbering mess. Not very impressive on the few ocassions I had to have one-on-one discussions with her.

Had another of those gibbering sessions with her today and my heart was heavy when I left her office room, wishing I could have done better. Now I know how my friends felt when they met my papa last time. Sobz ~

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??