Month Of May

Bliss is treating myself to a pedicure + a fab pair of nude heels that i've been hunting forever.
Ahhhh, life is perfect!

The month of May ended on a high note.
With 1 new fabulous dress, 3 new shoes (!!!), a haircut + a pedicure all in the bag, I am one happy splendid groomed woman.
Not who i usually am - high-strung, mad, hassled mum running ard like a headless chicken.

Lots of good vibes lately.
Yesterday, my sweet sis baked a tub of cookies for me.
Nothing more heartfelt like straight-from-the-oven chocolate cookies, no?
I was touched.
She knows i miss it, cos we used to bake together... until I moved out and realised, f***, i ain't got no oven in my home!

And I'm proud to say I finished one more scrapbook page last nite.
Worked till almost 2am to get the damn thing done, but well worth the effort.
I do love my scrapbook!

Few days back, I also had a splendid picnic by the beach with Marco.
Just the 2 of us lazing the afternoon away on Siloso beach, lovely.
Picking seashells (teeny weeny ones), playing sand, chomping on croissants, snapping stupid pics, enjoying being totally idle and having the company of my son.
The kind of day I know i'm so lucky to have; and will absolutely miss when work beckons.

Bought a pair of shoes on Friday just before meeting Steph for a great dinner chat.
And another pair today, 10 minutes before my pedi started.
Awesome!

Heading to visit a fren's newborn daughter later.
Sure to be fun!

FB

I've been off for a good whopping 9 days.
Wow, even i think this is a loooong stretch.

Anyway, I just saw some pics of a friend's newborn + her labour pics on Facebook.
Yes, you read it right - her labour pics.
I dunno if anyone else applies some sort of self-censorship on FB, but much as i was happy for her, i was cringeing at the pics.
Why, oh why, does she post these personal moments on FB?
A woman can't get any worse than at her first labour experience.
And there it was, in all its glory for the whole world -- her in epidural, the baby's umbilical cord, her green/grey/purple baby(yes that's how newborns look like at birth), and she, bloated, drugged out and comatose.
For someone who's been there before, I find it highly disturbing that these pics are online.
It's hardly the type of holiday/party/birthday snapshots you wanna share with the world.
But, i guess, different strokes for diff folks.

2-8

I turned 28 yesterday.
No fireworks, it felt like just me and my family and very close friends.

We cut the nice mango/strawberry cake in the morning, with Marco helping to blow off the solo candle.
Terence took half the day off, and we had a nice Spanish lunch at Serenity, overlooking the waterfront. Decent enough bistro, with lots of lunch deals going on.
I was given 2 hours to shop while he kindly looked after the kid.
Met michelle for coffee in the evening after visiting a fren at NUH who's just given birth.
Felt just like any other ordinary day.

But in my heart, it felt like a nicer place to be.
Turning 28, I meant. It felt nicer than 2-7, for some reason.

2-8!

I am turning 28 in a few days.
God gave me a great gift on Sunday.
Contentment is such.

The Me at Home

Today I had an interesting conversation with Terence in the car.
He said something that triggered it... so we played this game, where i asked him to tell me things he never knew about me until we got married.
Things he'd never guess, things he never expected about me...sort of a all-skeletons-out game.

I had a good laugh. He said these things really surprised him, cos looking at me and the 'image' i portray, no one would have guessed.

Here are the revelations:

-- I can eat a lot (absolutely true!)
-- I need to sleep a lot, like at least 10 hrs a day
-- I am very lazy
-- I have no inhibitions, like i can walk around naked in the gym/pool toilet, at home etc.
-- I like to listen to Chinese songs
-- I love the sun more than he does

Pretty fun.
There are just some things that only family / our other halves know.
Anyway, we reached home before i can tell him his.
Guess that's for another post.

Marco's leg is still in a cast.
For the next 3 weeks!
My heart broke.

Marco's Fractured leg

My poor boy - his leg is in a cast and he still has no clue what's going on.
He can't walk for the next 3 days, and seeing him like this is just breaking my heart.
Him? Who can run, jump and ferry things for me - not walking?
Very painful. Heart aching as I write.

Spent 6 hours at the hospital having the checks, X-rays and cast on.
Wooh.
By the time we got home, I was quite comatose.
But of course, it has to get harder than that.
Because marco can't walk, i have to literally carry him everywhere with him.
No more leaving by to play / draw by himself.
I didn't appreciate a lot of things until i realised how terrible it is for him not to be able to walk.
He can't fetch his own toys, reach for his books, take a normal bath, play with the fridge magnets, dance to his music, keep his toys/clothes.
Heck, with that thick cast, even changing his diapers is a challenge!

Lord, heal my lil boy.
Or at least let it be a pain-free 3 days for him.