Mark 11:24-
A few days ago, our nice neighbour gave bb S a big Minnie Mouse balloon, wishing her a speedy recovery. It backfired. She grabbed on to us tightly and cried each time she saw Minnie. We had no choice but to move Minnie to the attic. Strangely, bb S seems to know where we hid Minnie and would look up to the attic if we ask “ where’s Minnie?”. She doesn’t cry anymore though we wouldn’t want to risk it . Maybe Minnie can stand in as a gate / barrier in time to come when we need to prevent her from crawling upstairs. Tsk tsk tsk , bad parenting.
8 months old with 8 new things.
I’m an Asian food lover. Western food is only for times when I have no other choices, special occasions or for work. With that, I don’t like Pizza. My uni housemates used to order pizza when I was not home for dinner. BUT I guess that’s because nobody had introduced me to Quinta then…
Quinta, one of Spizza’s thin-crust pizza has changed my perception on pizza… This is exquisite! The mozzarella, sunny side up egg and black truffle sauce topping makes the whole idea of eating pizza sound like having the other all-time favourite of mine, Chinese Tze-char Moonlight Hor Fun.
Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to it :)
Apart from the normal jazz like understanding, communication and etc, TEAM SPIRIT would be one my essentials. It sounds totally unromantic but believe me, there ain’t any romance if there is no team spirit… I see it more now with bb S down with HFMD, crankier than usual and me burning night oil with reporting season. M and I, we are ONE team. We have to help each other out. We are a team that see each other through thick and thin, through our best and worst, on happy days and on rainy days…We tag each other :)
We have been well trained in church to spot for HFMD symptoms – fever, spots on fingers, feet, mouth, tongue… Week in week out, we conduct health check to ensure the children we take in are free of such symptoms…
BUT there are other ‘hidden’ or ‘subtle’ symptoms like sore throat, diarrhoea, crankiness that we can miss.
BB S had bad diarrhoea yesterday with 14 change of diaper. Doctor diagnosed as stomach flu and attributed the spots on her abdomen as viral reaction. We also secretly blamed the introduction of soft-boiled egg as the culprit.
Today, we thought her unusual cranky self today was due to her tummy. BUT in the evening, daddy M spotted some pox on her feet and off we went to the A&E again… The doc instantly diagnosed it as HFMD and washed his hands twice in the span of 10minute we were with him!
Thank God, her appetite is still good and there’s no fever. She’s sound asleep now… it’s been one long day.
Tomorrow will be better.
We had been warned earlier given his deteriorating health. Family living overseas were told by uncle 2 that the funeral would be a short one (if it happens), hence no need to rush home. Uncle 2, who has been taking care of uncle 4 all these years believes in showing care to a person while he is alive and not after he’s gone. So I’m glad that we brought bb S home recently to visit uncle 4. Although he couldn’t talk during my last visit, I believe he recognised me and probably wanted to tell me that he’s happy to meet his grand-niece.
I’m sad but relieved that he’s with the Lord now, walking on streets of gold. It’s probably a release for him, who has been trapped in a body that couldn’t move about freely and lost the ability to talk over the past few months.
To our peh leh di (aka uncle 4 in Hainanese)…
A well-loved uncle by all of the nieces and nephews. You were never mad at us, no matter how naughty or silly we were. You just laughed. In fact, you laughed all the time, even to those who were angry at you. You enjoyed walking so much that you walked miles and miles everyday to the beach, the mountains, the city as if your legs were powered by engine. Some say that you would have achieved so much as a lawyer had you not gone into depression. But I say that you have lived a great life to your content.
