Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tut tut!


We usually get emails from DN's school informing us about stuff - what DN should wear on Racial Harmony Day, when is class photo taking, how to be vigilant because of H1N1... boring stuff like that. Then one day, I got this in my mailbox!

HEE HEE HEE! :D

Now for the embarrassing bit. This was the email that accompanied that photo.

"Hi Mummy,
The teachers would like to say 'thank you' for the swiss rolls."


*blush blush* Yesssss... I have been bribing DN's teachers with treats! His first week of school, I dropped off some doughnuts. (I mean, I have to thank them for helping him settle into school right??) Two weeks later, I went over with some steamed paos for tea. (You know, just to check how he was doing in school that day. It's important!!) And last week, I dropped off some Polar Swiss Rolls... for no particular reason really! I was on my way back to the office from a meeting and since I would be passing his school, I thought, "Why not?"

Yeah yeah, so I'm a shameless hussy. But at least I'm honest about it, and now I have a nice picture of my son to boot!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Our First Staycation

Oh my gosh, it was S.O. F.U.N.!

The last time we did this, we picked the wrong hotel. 'Wrong' because it was along Havelock Road, and since we weren't that keen on introducing DN to the world of Zouk, we just went to the hotel pool. *yawn*

This time round, we checked into Orchard Hotel. Ah, decisions, decisions. Pool? Orchard Road? Pool? Orchard Road?

ORCHARD ROADDD! *deep guttural sound from the bowels of my shopping deprived being*

So shop I did. And suffered I did! (at the end of the day) You see, for this pregnancy, I've been as mobile as Raffles' statue. It's no wonder I'm looking more and more like Barbapapa everyday. Just less pink and with more hair. So imagine me in all my stagnant and stationary glory, traipsing waddling up and down Orchard Road as my feet get progressively redder and more bruised by the minute. Do I stop? Hell no! Bring it onnn...! *another deep guttural sound from the bowels of my shopping deprived being*

So yup, we didn't even make it down to the hotel pool. We saw it from our room window though, and had good intentions to squeeze in a dip in the pool, if that counts for anything. :p

The highlight of the weekend for DN had to be the bus and MRT rides. He had a blast flagging the bus down, hee hee.

$1. That's all it takes to make this little guy happy. He loves bus rides!


Even after we'd arrived at our station, we hung around just to let him see the trains zoom past.

We also made a trip down to the National Museum to check out the Verner Panton exhibition. Very cool. PF and I took turns to play with DN in the Phantasy Landscape so we could wander around the exhibition.

In all, we stayed 2 nights. One of the best things had to be knowing there was a buffet breakfast waiting for us in the morning and it only being an elevator ride away. Sweet. This is what DN had for breakfast - hard boiled egg, sausage, pancakes, dried nuts and fruits - ON HIS PLATE. On MY plate, he ate the noodles and on PF's plate, he ate the cold tofu. Halfway through breakfast, I had to bring him to the toilet to poo. -___-

It was a good weekend. :)

Sunday, July 12, 2009

DN's First Haircut


DN definitely takes after me when it comes to hair - we both don't have enough. When he was about 4 months old, his hair started falling out and even though he looked like this, I still refused to shave him bald. Every hair was so precious! And so, for the past 2+ years, we've managed to get away with not sending him to the barber's. DN's grandmother has been serving double duty as granny and barber.

But last weekend, we decided to try a proper hairdresser. It was one of those $10 places where you pay via a vending machine. Not bad at all! Here's a "before" pic of DN looking really shaggy. Check out the hair around his ears. It really was time for a haircut!

DN had this funny look on for the longest time.

For 10 bucks, you also get your head vacuumed. Hoho.

DN before...

... and after!

Rather spiffy, if you ask me!

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Mr Cable


I can't find my camera cable. ARGH. I have looked everywhere - bags, office, desk (yes, it's a "place" to look because PF's desk looks like this, minus the car), floor, drawers and in assorted nooks and crannies, but I just can't find the elusive, blasted thing! This is very unlike me because I always "put my things back where they belong" (years of a mother's threats nagging conditioning encouragement does that to you). The problem now is, I'm pregnant, so I can't remember where that place of "belonging" is. The bigger problem is, this is not the 1st pregnancy.

And that means a lot of things...
  • I lost memory cells the first time round.
  • They didn't come back.
  • I'm losing more this time round.
  • And they're not coming back too!
I'm getting stupider and stupider by the minute and those fish oils sure ain't helping. -___-"

I've got a few things to blog about too (DN's first proper haircut, Our family stay-cation, Planning for DN's 3rd birthday party), so me not being able to find the blasted cable is really getting on my nerves.

It's been missing for about 2 weeks, and after some active searching, I decided to just leave it be, hoping that Mr Cable will just walk up to me and tap me on the shoulder one day. Okay, add "delusional" to the dem-pregnancy-books-don't-tell-you-about-these-PERMANENT-side-effects list.

Mr Cable! Where are you!?