Night bullying is reserved for Mama

Yesterday was Sunday a.k.a Papa's turn with the baby monitor. Papa had the baby monitor with him throughout the night on his side of the bed so Mama can rest well and start her Monday with less blues.

Aside the ocassional tossing around, Mischief slept through till 6.10a.m.

Well, Mischief has a target for his night pranks and the bull's eye is on Mama.

Food of love for the little man #2

Little mischief food repertoire now includes banana, avocado, apple,  pear, sweet potato,  green peas, carrot, pumpkin,  cottage cheese, brown rice, barley and will be soon starting peach! This weekend Mama has finally gotten down to prepare his yummy soup stock for his daily morning brown rice porridge that would last him for a week. No more plain porridge for now!

 

Green pea and peach, all pureed

 

 

Here's a picture of his vegetable and fruit supplies that would last him a couple of weeks.

 

When the going gets tough

This week was horrible.

I don't mean the weather, even if the temperature has been registering at 38 deg C for most afternoons. And I don't mean the work, even if I have tonnes of readings and catching ups to do after 7 months of absence. No, not the food, even if I am missing a bowl of home cook soup badly. And I don't mean the lack of time for a proper scrub down shower, a mask, manicure, a massage, time to catch up on my favourite TV shows, movies, a proper meal in a proper restaurant, (and the list goes on).

Yes, it's the big S word. And sleep it is. I have been so sleep deprived this entire week that I have been walking around in a daze. For some strange reason, little man started his pranks on me again. I lost count of the number of excuses we try to fool ourselves into (teething, learning to crawl, learning to stand, sitting up by himself) only to find this cycle of good sleep - bad sleep having a permanent presence and is most likely going to last till he becomes a toddler (or worse when he becomes 2,3,4,5 or 6???). On the first day, Mini was getting up fresh to start his day at 5a.m. sharp. And then it was 3.50a.m. the following day. I count myself lucky to be one of the Mamas whose baby sleep through the night from 8p.m., but getting up at 3.50a.m. and not wanting to get back to sleep is like receiving a present only to realise it is an empty box.

Another 4.5months to the toddler mark and I hope that the tough gets going!

This is our boy. A bit heavier, a bit longer and with a lot of attitude!

Food of love for the little man #1 - teething biscuit

Homemade teething biscuits for the little man.

Zero sugar and a hope for better health.

7 months out of Ma's tummy

Despite recovering from a low grade fever and having a dry cough that is taking away his appetite, the boy managed to charm the waitresses at the restaurant.

It has been 7 months and the boy grew so much in the past month. He's now crawling (though in an unglamorous fashion) and is dragging himself around the house. Mini now stretches out to me when I get back from work and demands for attention from Ma. This hasnt annoyed P much but the preferential treatment I am getting is making me feel so loved.

How very sweet and how very lovely.

:)

SAHM no more

So Mama is settling down back in the office, and life is back at full throttle. Back to work on Thursday for the first day and surprisingly felt like I have not been away for 7 months.

Back at home, little man chose to commemorate the day by starting to crawl for the first time. Papa who witnessed his new skill was impressed by his son's advancement. Yesterday eveining, Mini started crawling around in the living room, exploring the corners and grabbing everything he saw and stuffing them into his mouth. He also attempted to chew a corner of the wall.

This is getting fun.