Friday, May 02, 2008

Black As Black Can Be

Paella Negra tastes damn good. Not that you can see what's in it, smothered in squid's ink as it is.

Subsequent trips to the toilet will make you wonder exactly what squid's ink is made of. That and gape at how it smears all your insides with its inky blackness.

Did I mention it tastes damn good?


Finally Striking Gold

Not the lottery but almost.

Sophia decided that baked sweet potato is acceptable for breakfast. She's been eating that quite happily since yesterday. Thank goodness for sweet tubers!

Her nose though, is still runny. It's to the paediatrician today. Don't suppose the GP's meds are doing much good.

The kitties are adjusting. They have ventured forth from their safe room and are now lounging in the living room even in the day but they are barred from the bedroom, just like when it was in KL. I'm wondering if Sophia's bout of cough and respiratory problems are due to the kitties coming back to live with us. I do hope not.

We spent Labour Day shopping - what else do Singaporeans do? Not that we are, but... .We needed to get an all-in-one scanner and a litter tray and sand for the kitties. The damn pellets we bought for them are malfunctioning and I'd rather not go into gory detail. We also needed to get more pyjama pants (with the feet) for the little monster and a new pacifier clip. Her non-too-bright mom sterilized her last pacifier clip in the steamer and warped the plastic of the clip. It now functions as nothing more than a showpiece.

Oh the trials and tribulations of motherhood.


Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Breakfast

She REFUSES to eat her cereal. Not regular, not organic, not barley, not rice, not fig and sultana, NOTHING.

She will eat bread but more than half of it will end up squashed and mashed on the floor.

She will eat her Gerber Graduates Sweet Potato Puffs.

She grudgingly ate the scrambled eggs I made her today.

Now what do I do with all the opened boxes of cereal?


Tuesday, April 29, 2008

As If Life Couldn't Get Any Better

The brown cows are back. Welcome back, fur.

Sophie's down with a cough and runny nose.

I'm reviewing and refining my resume.

And trying to do some housework with the little monster clinging on to my legs. No seriously. She clings on for dear life.


Monday, April 14, 2008

Bubble, Bubble, Toil And Trouble

Spots


A few weeks before heading down across the causeway.

When we both were attacked by mozzies and ants.

Hers are mozzie bites.

Poor thing!


Monster Bites



She has only two teeth - on the bottom.

But she uses them to full advantage.


Spot

There is a spot on my camera. It's not on the lens.

Time to visit the doctor.


Today



She will be 9 months this week.

How time flies.


Yesterday











Breakfast snack.

Snacks - lifesavers.

Leave her alone too long and she will bring the house down, even if it's just to prepare her a proper breakfast.


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