Allyfeel

While daddy and I were talking in the living room, this was what happened:

Bb: Mommy, mommy
D&M: We did not reply but kept chatting
Bb: Excuse me mommy…(loud)
D&M: Wait darling
Bb: Hey… excuse me
Mommy: Can you wait? Please don’t disturb when mommy is talking to daddy.
Bb: No, I can’t wait.
Mommy: Why can’t you wait?
Bb: Because I am stubborn.
Mommy: Speechless….

He must have picked up that word when we laid our remarks on him.
He said excuse me very frequently. Reason being, he has loads of gas. Yea, he farts a lot. ;P

Last year around this time, my car tyre punctured for the first time of my 15 years of driving. It was bad! What made it worst was daddy unable to deliver help and I have to solve this all by myself. It was horrendous! As you can tell, I started driving once I got my license. Back then, we did not have any course to teach us how to fix a puncture tyre. Gosh! *Think, think, think* There is a Shell station nearby, so I asked the car washing boss if he could help. I had a little luck left; he dragged his assistance and his tools along to help me fix it. I was so grateful, I offer him money but he refused. I thanked him and feeling a bit uneasy, I made them konnyaku jelly the next day.

As for now, bb and I have caught flu & sore throat for about a week already. For me, I had a few sleepless nights, I couldn’t stand, I pay a visit to the Damansara Specialist hospital as major GP clinic were closed yesterday. It was a long wait and daddy had to fork out RM97 just for a short visit and a couple of Clarinase, Panadol for me, and flu syrup for bb. Thought I could have a rest after that. No, No, No. Daddy wants us to accompany him for shopping. Can you believe it? I was like half dead with my red eyes, nose and big belly, shop from 3+ to about 9 at night. Phew!!! I am gonna give daddy a shopping award. Usually it’s the woman that shops like crazy, in my case, it’s the reverse. I can decide on things I want to buy very quickly but not for daddy. He can take half and hour digging for cloths he wanted and later left empty handed. While waiting for him, bb has already taken a few rides, I have bought a swim goggles. Hmm…but one thing for sure, he can probably get better things than I can as he is so detail and a little fussy sometimes.

Read from the Star yesterday about an article saying women doesn’t know how to sacrifice for their husband nowadays. I think it’s not entirely true, there are still women like us around who is willing to cook, clean, wait patiently while husband is shopping, take care of kids and work fulltime. We are not dead yet dude!

Back to bb, I have problem feeding medicine to him again. He just refused to take any, I had no choice but watching him sleep with block nose and loud snore. *sakit hati*. I mixed 3ml of the flu syrup in his milk this morning. He observed from far end and realized I took longer to make milk this time and had some weird sound from the syringe, he told me this:” Mommy, u no need to make milk for me, ask kakak make”. I used my body to block the medicine and had to hide it after mixing. He looked at the corner where I made milk suspiciously but managed to finish more than half of it. *Hooray!* Hope he could recover soon.

Gosh! He is still crying after 2 weeks. I spoke to my sister a couple of days ago telling her my concern over bb’s behaviour. When ask by daddy or mil whether he cries in school; bb’s answer is always “NO! I never cry”, uttered with confidence. In fact, he cries furiously when I drop him to school daily. His excuses before leaving with the teacher are either, “I want to go back or I want mommy or I want my kakak…”.

Sis told me to boil an egg and keep it in his school bag; he will be okay in 2 weeks. Err…I have no idea why, it was a myth she heard from elder woman to soothes kids from crying to school. Has anyone heard of this tale before? Does it work was my immediate question to her. Well obviously, she said it worked for her 3rd child. I am very doubtful la but still I asked Sri to boiled one this morning for bb to bring to school. I am keeping my fingers cross. *counting- 1,2 3, 4, 5….eggs need to be boiled b4 he stops crying, wah, who is gonna eat those eggs???*

Of late, I have been seriously thinking about quitting my job after the 2nd one arrive. I am very disappointed with my achievement at this stage. I could not understand how I can stand doing this for close to 2 years. I have plans for the future; I am planting my roots now. It’s okay if others don’t understand, but I know for sure it’s gonna materialize when the time comes. I am very glad daddy is supportive of my decision.

Daddy is very sweet; he bought me Lo Hong Ka bird’s nest over the weekend. It comes with 10 sachets of pearl powder and another small bottle of bird’s nest FREE. There is a Chinese New Year promotion running. We bought ours at 1U. Well, let’s hope bb no 2. and my skin glow after consuming the expensive bird’s saliva. Yummy!

A couple of weeks ago, daddy and I were sort of discussing whom does bb look like. “Of coz me la” He claimed. Hehe… not only me but also most of my friends think bb looks very much like me. Daddy used to be upset when people said “lucky your son looks like mother”. He damn not syiok whenever people say that. He would complaint to me why those people talk lidat one. Hehehe…so today I am inviting you as the judge.

Left: Mommy said she was very fond of the scissors, look at her hair, hehe…she snipped her own hair when she was that young. Right: Daddy was a goody-good student, look at how handsome he was with that tie

That’s me. I think I look very much like mom, so what say you?

While I was looking for my beading needle to fix daddy’s broken bracelet, bb went over to my dressing table. I looked at him in the mirror, wrapped him with my pearl lariat. Haha! He immediately removed it from his neck and told me “no, mommy”. I said “why?” “It’s nice what?”. He said “For girl girl not for bb one”. Haha! Luckily, he knows how to say NO, I was so afraid he like it and request more to put on his neck. Phew!

Then, he wanted to play with my eye shadow. I let him play with the brush but he wanted to paint my table with my eye shadow. I made him repeat after me this tongue twister “She sells sea shells on the sea shore”. He recited 3 times and I let him play.

This is what happened after some very quiet moment. What a disaster! Luckily, I am not a make- up person; I happened to leave these on my table after a wedding dinner on Saturday. Aiyoo…Got to get a new highlight eye shadow again.