Family Treasures

Peanut is fond of drawing and a few times he has surprised me with gifts of what he drew in the day whilst I was at work. Each piece of artwork, needless to say, is much treasured.

Rarely, I'm able to correctly decipher the subject matter, like this piece:

Mostly, they are kind of abstract. But still, I always try to give it my best shot. "Boa constrictor", I confidently said. What do you think it is?

Did I hear you say a map? You are as brilliant as my No. 1.

What you can do with old woollies

This is what I wore to work today - the morning after. A colleague asked, "Is that a new skirt?" It was only then did I realize my skirt had been irreversibly altered; not only had it shrunk in length revealing a new 'frill', it has acquired a new shape - it is no longer semi-flare!! (Wati must have dumped my woollen skirt into the washing machine.)

I better go get that much needed cup of coffee to last me through the working day. It could have been worse, I could have worn it inside out which was what I did with my T-shirt on Sunday for marketing, with all the seams showing and the label sticking out at the side.

Now I have gotten myself a new skirt without spending a cent or even lifting a finger. How's that for saving in a recession? Now you know what to do with your old unwanted woollies. Have fun.

Guess who had Insomia last night

And it wasn't me. Although I do suffer from it from time to time, less often of late. Think I'm finally breaking from the habit of waking up in the middle of the night wide eyed and totally alert for an hour, if I'm lucky, and sometimes lasting for as long as 3 hours. Suspect it was caused by the pattern of having to get up for night feeds, followed by a period when Peanut was being toilet trained and used to get up at 3 am to go to the toilet to relief himself. Toilet training with Sweet Potato was surprisingly straightforward. He has much better bladder control. Plus I am wiser (so not true, but rather stems from a long restrained desire to have quality sleep); he wears his diaper to sleep as a precaution. This by the way is discouraged by some literature I read on toilet training which generally says that the child should be allowed to feel the wetness and discomfort should he failed to hold his liquids. Whoever wrote that should come stay the night with us and observed the morning ritual of a diaper-clad toddler 'dancing' on the bed to hold his bladder, saying, "My wee wee going to come out already" whilst waiting for his still sleepy mum to fully appreciate the dire situation. We rushed to the toilet to pull down his dry diaper and pants in one go, just in time.

Last night, it was Sweet Potato who had sleeping difficulties. So the night went like this:

1.30 to 1.45 - I carried him, rocked him and walked the house to lull him to sleep
1.45 to 2.15 - We watched the school concert on DVD
2.15 to 2.45 - Mr M relieved me and they continued to watch the school concert
2.45 - Sweet Potato climbed into bed with me
3 - S.P went to the toilet, then declared that he was not tired
3 - 3.30 - We watched 'Charlotte's Web'
3.40 - S.P finally fell asleep after drinking his milk

Ah, the privilege of being a parent ...