I was feeding Terelle dinner the other night and i accidentally fed her a large fish bone together with the chunk of meat. Thank god she is a proficient spitter, her skills having been honed by countless spitting episodes of food that she does not fancy.
Out came the chunk of meat and bone and i was admonished with an exasperated look and the words " Mummy!! Baby no eat bone! Only dogs love to eat bones!!"
I should have been shocked, fearful, relieved...but i could only manage to laugh hysterically...Haha...
She has also taken to calling the new baby "Bone". I wonder isit because she heard the doctor say that he could see the baby's nasal bone while we were at my checkup.
We intend to name the baby Thane, so questions of "where is baby Thane?" nowadays, will be met with insistent yells of "Baby Bone!! Baby Bone!!"
Hubby loves to tease her by saying "Thane Thane Thane!" To which she will reply vehemently "BONE BONE BONE!!"
She can be doing her own thing; playing with her toys or reading her storybooks, but if she hears us surreptitiously mentioning Baby Thane, she will simply declare loudly "BONE!!" without even looking up from whatever she is doing.
I guess we will let her call her brother (?) whatever pet name she fancies...Guess we have to be thankful it is a cute pet name instead of something unmentionable. Imagine if she had heard the doctor saying "penis", now wouldnt that be a disaster???
Friday, June 29, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Circle of Friends
Hubby had a dinner appointment last Saturday which Terelle and I couldnt attend, and i didnt want to be stuck at home on a Saturday nite. I immediately called up my trusty April Mummy friends and invited myself over to their houses to hang out.
It suddenly struck me that by and large, i have become so much closer to this group of friends, they with whom i can carry out endless conversations about motherhood (or anything else for that matter), whom are the only ones who do not frown and cringe when my toddler acts up, they who are the only ones who understand and symphatise when i have to go through a particularly testy and challenging time handling a temperamental 2 year old.
It is extra rare and heartening that we have bonded not because of a common hobby, a shared interest or because of mutual friends. Everyone has clicked so well simply by virtue of the fact that our kids are all born in the same month and we are on this journey through motherhood together. We are all of different ages, have different characters, have no shared history nor have ever known one another's teenage angsts or heartbreaks, yet we have no lack of topics to yak about and can confide in each other our secrets and fears.
With these friends i know that my gal will be guaranteed a whale of a time playing with her little friends, and that i can also have a good gossip session and maybe even enjoy a nice enough dinner (minimal interruptions in 5 minute intervals like squeals of delight, bruises or bumps while playing too roughly or petty squabbling session among the kids are totally tolerable) My old friends who do not have kids are still footloose and fancy free and are all out on a Saturday nite having fancy dinners, watching the latest movie, having supper and partying till dawn. To them watching your kids play together at home must be the most boring thing to do on a Saturday night and boy would i be out of my mind if i were to drag my gal over to their house and "torture" them with this ordeal.
And so we drift apart from our old friends...perhaps maybe just on this particular chapter in life. On the rare occasions that we do meet, we still have a good time, reminiscing about the past, gossipping about mutual friends and sharing our hopes and dreams.
And who says we have boring Saturday nites in? The whole gin gang trooped to Macs at 1am that night for a late night treat, kids in their PJs and all!
It suddenly struck me that by and large, i have become so much closer to this group of friends, they with whom i can carry out endless conversations about motherhood (or anything else for that matter), whom are the only ones who do not frown and cringe when my toddler acts up, they who are the only ones who understand and symphatise when i have to go through a particularly testy and challenging time handling a temperamental 2 year old.
It is extra rare and heartening that we have bonded not because of a common hobby, a shared interest or because of mutual friends. Everyone has clicked so well simply by virtue of the fact that our kids are all born in the same month and we are on this journey through motherhood together. We are all of different ages, have different characters, have no shared history nor have ever known one another's teenage angsts or heartbreaks, yet we have no lack of topics to yak about and can confide in each other our secrets and fears.
With these friends i know that my gal will be guaranteed a whale of a time playing with her little friends, and that i can also have a good gossip session and maybe even enjoy a nice enough dinner (minimal interruptions in 5 minute intervals like squeals of delight, bruises or bumps while playing too roughly or petty squabbling session among the kids are totally tolerable) My old friends who do not have kids are still footloose and fancy free and are all out on a Saturday nite having fancy dinners, watching the latest movie, having supper and partying till dawn. To them watching your kids play together at home must be the most boring thing to do on a Saturday night and boy would i be out of my mind if i were to drag my gal over to their house and "torture" them with this ordeal.
And so we drift apart from our old friends...perhaps maybe just on this particular chapter in life. On the rare occasions that we do meet, we still have a good time, reminiscing about the past, gossipping about mutual friends and sharing our hopes and dreams.
And who says we have boring Saturday nites in? The whole gin gang trooped to Macs at 1am that night for a late night treat, kids in their PJs and all!
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