Pujabi Prince Performance (Pre-Nursery Graduation)

The music came on.

The lights were on the stage.

Tiny little feet walked on the big stage.

Wide eyed exciement;

Giggling and looking.

None quite dancing.

But none really cared.

The audience laughed with pride and silly contentment.

Maoster shouted, Mummy!

Some of his friends waved.

The music ended.

My punjabi Prince bowed.

I asked him, " How come you never dance on stage?"

He answered innocently, " I did! I did!"

Oh my, did I deserve this gift of Love, I do not quite think so.

But God, I thank you for this precious gift of yours.

Happy Birthday Babycake!

Happy Birthday Babycake!

May each moment of your days be like this;

Of Sweetness, Joyfulness and Laughter,

Topped with Prayers, Love , Hugs and Kisses

God and We Love you. Alot. Too much. So much.

Through the eyes of a kid

In an elevator, my colleague's brother was alone with his chow chow dog and a young boy.

Boy took a quick look at the man.

Boy took a quick look at the dog.

The boy repeats it for the 3rd time and then he can contain no longer.

He asked;

"Uncle, Singapore can keep LION ah?"

My Girl

Bunster: I love you baby

Maoster: Why?

Bunster: Because you are my boy

Maoster: And you are my girl

Aung's Anger

My hubby is ( and I hear the whole world echoing back) very very sweet natured and has the mildest temper in the whole wide world.

It's hardly he gets agitated. Hardly, unless as he always say, my rabbit's tail is on fire and is snapping at me. Even so, that still sound rather romantic to some.

Then....last saturday, my MIL provoked him. Nagged him about him being lazy and not forcing Mao on the piano ( oh yes, extreme fear factors here!) and he got really pissed.

He stormed ( lightly) to the kitchen while I was doing my fish and chips with that hot sizzling oil, he came to report his unhappiness. He hates to come to the kitchen esp where frying is concern but he withstand that possibility of oil spiling on him and went through the story.

I thought he had gotten over it until we went grocery shopping and I was looking very tempting to buy the herbs on pots home.

Bunster: Hey, do you think I should buy those herbs on pots? Basils, thymes and rosemary!

Aung: Buy lah, can grow them at home.

Bunster: But we won't care for it.

Aung: Not our home lah, put it in serangoon. You know my mom, she will just curse the herbs to death. And he gave me that dirty look. I thought its hilarious. Anger and Aung just don't quite match.

So, you have it, my hubby's mild ways of showing displeasure. Quite cute huh? Super funny too, at least to me. :)

Oops! Not a sadist here lah just finds it amusing only lah! :)

Feeling Like a Chicken

It's no secret that baby project version 2.1 as been launched.

Although we have not been really active in this project, telling one another that we will just take it easy and let nature takes its place, this however is not the case under the cool and peaceful front.

Every month, I will be thinking that hey, I am pregnant. Every month, I will be like, oh not pregnant and this is really irritating. I'll be thinking maybe I shouldn't dunk down this beer or colour my hair then all at the end I AM NOT MOTHER HEN yet!

I can now imagine the stress of couples who are trying years with people asking of evidence of baby when seriously they don't just fall from the sky or comes in the mail with a mail order.

I want a BABY like NOW!

Then on the other hand, I am feeling a little "chickeny" with the whole thoughts of being pregnant with all the WHAT IFs of the world.

What if I had a miscarriage again?

What if my waterbag burst before the baby gets full term ( seriously, I was on training with this preggy sitting beside me and I was like repeating to myself, water bad dun burst please, not now)

What if I had a pre-term baby again ( I had show at week 35 0 days) and the world has told me 2nd baby always faster than first.

What if the baby wasn't healthy?

What if I put on another 20kg and hey looking at the weight I am starting now, it ain't gonna look too pretty.

All those questions chills me to ice and I become 100% "chickeny" about it.

Perhaps I should stop at 1 maybe.

Anyone who feels like a chicken as well?

I guess this is the perfect time God intervenes. Then HE would make me human again inside out.