2 is better than 1

And there... 2 months into being a mother of 2. Pretty hard to imagine before things happened but things developed rather organically. This is how things always are, ain't they?

Mommy loves the fact that Gitt is a reminder of Utt's infancy, and yet Gitt is a boy who is so different from his brother. Mommy loves the fact that when Gitt makes me feel like the milking of my boobies is an endless chore, Utt is making me laugh with his nonsensical tactics. Utt makes me see that the milking is not forever and the infant in my arms will very soon grow to be a fine boy.

Mommy loves the fact that each of you is a reminder to me that time is precious and love is big.

Soon, very soon

This is me with my huge ass tummy at week 36. Just yesterday, didi turned 37 weeks old and is ready to join us any time now!

Before the big change

Things have been evolving since the beginning of 2015.

This is an incredibly busy year for me at  work. The first quarter of the year had been crazy. Aside from the increased work load, there were the trips every fortnight till I was 32 weeks preggy.

And yes being pregnant with an active toddler is at times quite a challenge. Particularly so when the boy is in love with mommy and would like mommy to be doing things for him and with him. And this is not an easy pregnancy, plagued with bouts of morning sickness, sleeplessness, heart burn, and the list goes on. At 36 weeks, the house is in a mess undergoing reno and I am keeping my fingers crossed that dd with stay in there for a few more weeks, at least till the house is ready.

At this moment, mommy is wishing to be able to spend more time with #1. The guilt of sharing mommy time with dd when he arrives is killing me.

Things will be different

My boy, Utt

Some photo make you smile then get teary eyed.

 

Lots of love for you my little boy.

He who moved me

Every Sunday since the little man turned one, Papa would be putting him to sleep, making Sunday nights official time-off for Mama. In the first few months, this was met with a huge resistance from the little man as he wailed as Mama bade him goodbye. Eventually, the wailing became manageable and some nights, with coaxing, he would actually be saying "bye bye" to Mama after a reluctant goodnight kiss.

Yesterday Mama was having a whale of a time with the little man, which then eased off to reading his favourite night time story (for the time being it's Sleeping Beauty, and don't ask me why) while he was enjoying his last bottle. When he was done, Mama said my good-bye and leaned over to give him a kiss. The little man turned over and had the saddest look on his face that made Mama flinched a little. Yet the little man didn't kick up a fuss for Mama to stay. Instead, he teared up a bit and then said his byes in the midst of wiping his eyes clean, all done while holding on to his emotions.

And this so totally made my heart melted

No more thumb sucking and Mama finally found some sleep

No, the blog is not dead.

Mama was incredibly busy at work over the last month and losing sleep because of numerous things going in all directions wildly in my brain, made worst by nightly wakes at the weirdest time to make sure the little man was not having the meal of his life feasting on his yummy thumb. For 2 weeks it became the most uncalled for routine

3.00. - Mama looked at the bb monitor and found the little man savoring on his right thumb. Mama pressed on the microphone function and went "No sucking. Remove your thumb", half asleep.
3.05 - Mama watched on and see no reaction by the boy then went "No sucking! Remove your thumb!"
3.06 - Watch on for another minute then go "NO SUCKING!!! THUMB OUT". "NO SUCKING!!!"

And then, the poor boy got awaken (and the Papa too). And so everyone in the house got interrupted sleep.

Thankfully, things got better this week as Papa found a solution to put a stop to the little man's unconscious nightly thumb sucking habit. Not something that tasted awful smeared on his thumb, but in the form of a pouch sewn around the wrist of his pj and... EUREKA! The magic pouch that puts everyone to sound sleep.

This is the little man and Mama, photo bombed by our four-legged buddy.

Hola Chang'E!

7th year away from home on this very special day which reminds me fondly of the moments we had as a family/ extended family. The paper lanterns, the candles, the trips up to the B.B. Hill and Little Guilin, the obsession with 2 yolks (then later 4 yolks) mooncakes (the original, the Teochew, the snow skin, the ice-cream).

You never know how powerful memories are until you start reminiscing.