Monday, December 31, 2012

Saturday, December 29, 2012

When you're a SAHM even the most mundane can be exciting

1. I dont recall ever seeing this luxe small carpet. Mom must not have been keen to let us wipe our dirty feet on it. Today she used it as the base 'alas' for her darling granddaughter to nap on. So prejudice she. Heh.

2. Pets sync well with babies. They even do the shoebox sleep pose together.

3. Apparently there are skinny jeans in neon pink for babies. Must get them for I myself need to fulfil my 'fashionistic' needs, via my daughter, of course, since the mid section is still not cooperating. Damn this mrs potato head phase.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Breaking heart

How can I leave you with a stranger and miss your antics and anything "first"? How do I choose between having the means to provide you with the best money can buy and being able to care for you with utmost love (which no one else would be able to)?'s such a huge trade off between the two that I cant even answer myself when I asked "what do you really want?".

Thursday, December 20, 2012

And the muffin top hath spoketh

Being a (first-time) mom means flooding the web with pictures of your baby. Sorry singletons, I really don't care if I annoy you lot. Once you get to this side of the hill, you're just gonna curse yourselves for having been so bitter.

Listen. I know how you feel. Been there done that, and trust me, your future is better off without being so bitchy now. Ooh...what did I just hear? "BITE ME", you said? I'm not gonna be agony aunty and nag because it's just not worth the effort. Just two questions: "How would you feel if your own mothers aren't happy with or proud of you?  How much hurt would it inflict you if they never showed that you mean the world to them?"

I figured.

So now just back off and let us bask in our happiness.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

High heels will change your mind, woman.

I saw a little baby bump today. Someone else's, of course.

And in my heart I went "sigh....".

It's crazy, missing being pregnant when I  have a strong-willed (read: fussy/demanding/"hold me hold me hold me!!!") 3-month old. But the yearning is so intense that I think I'm aiming for number two immediately.

Hahah. *lap peluh*

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Dont wake me up before you go-go

My Little Drama Queen

You're happiest during the first half an hour upon waking up
and when I bathe you
Then you cry incessantly all day long
Refusing to be put down or left alone in your crib

You poop only once a day, 
always at the same time like clock work you are
Perhaps because you also feed like so
Two-and-a-haf hours 
and the crying machine gets revved up

You drive me nuts and make me put off my schoolwork to the very last minute


I can't stop kissing and cuddling and loving you

Because you're my little angel

My Little Pea

...and truth be told, I am so effing sleepy cos I haven't slept all night finishing up that bloody Research Methods presentation. You were very fussy and crying a lot tonight...cos I wasn't in bed with you?

Ok mommy's bedtime now.

I love you so much.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Sometimes it feels like a heartbreak, because so many others who still have theirs can't even be bothered to call and say hello

I'm always happy here. Don't need a popular footballer to justify my love for this place.

I miss Dusun Muda. I miss sleeping to the harmony of frogs croaking and being startled by the roosters crowing way too early in the morning. I miss waking up to get breakfast from the sundry shop. I miss being paranoid about the neighbour's geese. I miss the creaking sound of the wooden floor. I miss entering a house from the back/kitchen door instead of the front. I miss playing in the rain. I miss air hujan cucur atap. I miss the hammock under the house, and how the ground was always damp and cool down there. I miss being excited over that piece of plank in the master bedroom because it could be removed and I really thought it's a secret emergency exit if orang jahat broke in. I miss the pink guava and buah katak puru trees in our compound.

I miss a lot of things that I can never experience anymore, let alone to have a go at them again with my child(ren). And on top of it all...

...I really miss my grandmother now.