I saw this empty baby chair and was overwhelmed by a longing to see my Grandson, touch him, and cuddle him.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Yesterday at lunch Grandson was overcome by a desire to suck his Mommy's finger. Suddenly he lost control and bit his mom!
The little boy now has teeth and the bite was quite hard so it left a scar.
Motherhood is indeed fraught with dangers unexpected and unknown.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Last night, we went for dinner with Grandson. To my delight he was all smiles when he came into the car. He was even smiling when he was having his feed.
How my heart melts when he smiles!
Again it struck me how his features resemble my mother's whenever he smiles. And I'm not the only one to say this.
It’s nice to see bits of her in Caden.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
This is a very rare occurrence for Baby Sis and me because we have been "conned" so many times by photographers taking photos of us in our nyonya attire that we have become very skeptical when photographers say that they will send us our photos. That almost always happens when we are dressed as nyonyas. I wonder why?
Anyway, thank you very much Sunny! You're the best. You keep your promises. And we love the photos.
|We started out trying (unsuccessfully) to put on a bored look...|
|...that soon fell apart when the giggles burst forth|
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Tonight is one of those rare nights when I get to curl up in bed and catch up on my reading. Such nights are too few and too far between to satisfy a true blue librocubicularist like me.
I read a lot but reading is only reading when I have a physical book in my hands. Reading from a screen, whether of an iPad, phone or computer is simply not the same. Reading is really reading only when I have a real book with pages I can touch and feel.
The book I am reading now
Monday, October 7, 2013
This morning I overheard my colleague telling another colleague, "My friend's mother just found out that she has prostate cancer. The doctor gave her six months."
That immediately caught my attention. Unable to contain my curiosity I blurted out, "How can she have prostate cancer?"
"Why not?" she replied.
I explained, "Women don't have prostate glands la! Only men can get prostate cancer."
That's when she clarified, "Oh, I was saying that she had FOURTH STAGE cancer."
And we had a good laugh over something that is certainly no laughing matter.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
At first Hubby didn't want to go for the dinner but I persuaded him otherwise. After all, we still have to eat dinner. No point in letting the tickets go to waste, right?
So the plan was to just go for dinner and then leave.
Here we are trying to eat in the midst of the noise and behind us you can see the band in the background oom pah pah-ing away. There were also pretty girls dressed as bar maids in frilly short skirts moving among the crowd but we didn't get around to taking any photos with the sweet young things.
We left immediately after dinner as planned and on our way out we met the President of the club. When he saw the bottles of soft drink and water in our hands he said, "It's a crime to drink this at Oktoberfest!"
Well, at least we give face and turned up.
Unfortunately Hubby woke up with a bad headache the next morning. He claimed that it was a hangover!
I don't know how that could have happened when ne'er a drop of beer or anything remotely alcoholic passed our lips last night. Maybe it's the beer fumes in the air. Or could it be the Sprite?
Anyway, I think this will be our first and last Oktoberfest ever.
P.S Can you believe it? I didn't even know that Oktoberfest was spelt this way until I took a closer look at signage in the photo of us below the arch at the entrance. All the while I was spelling it as Octoberfest while I was writing the post. *blush*
|Lovely party favours in all shades of pink|
|A pretty pink themed table to set the mood for ladies|
|Clockwise from top left corner: All the chairs prettily dressed in shades of pink; in contrast, the lovely stage was framed in frosty white; table arrangements; pink and silver helium balloons clinging to the ceiling|
|Baby Sis got carried away by the pink balloons. The guy in orange |
with a very worried look on his face was the balloon vendor.
|I Am Not Alone! AMEN!!!|
Saturday, October 5, 2013
God-daughter bought us some gifts from her recent trip to Taiwan.
The latter is to help beautify her God-mother.
She never forgets us wherever she goes. My heart is warmed by such thoughtfulness and generosity from someone who is still studying.
Thank you, Jewel! *hugs and kisses*