Confe(ar)ssions

Some of it are real funny and wonderful. But most of it are just lonely and angry and… sad. It frightens me.

If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops

She’ll share them with her cousin and favourite playmate, RC.

Because when the raindrops starting falling outside, Strawberry Milk Baby (aka Toffee) sat snug in her car seat and sang:

“Rain rain
Go way
Toffee… RC… play!”

PS. Ever since she turned 2, she’s been singing everyday. Her favourite English song is, “Happy day… you!” and her favourite Chinese song is, “Baby na yo yo! Baby na yo yo!”

Raindrops

If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops,
Oh, what a rain that would be.
Standing outside, with our mouths open wide,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops,
Oh, what a rain that would be.

If all the snowflakes were candy bars and milk shakes,
Oh, what a snow that would be.
Standing outside, with our mouths open wide,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
If all the snowflakes were candy bars and milk shakes,
Oh, what a snow that would be.

If all the sunbeams were bubble gum and ice cream,
Oh, what a sun that would be.
Standing outside, with our mouths open wide,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
If all the sunbeams were bubble gum and ice cream,
Oh, what a sun that would be.

PS. If Strawberry Milk Baby is to have her way, raindrops will be chocolate, biscuits and orange; cake, apple juice and raisins too. She has been making me sing her favourite food into the song.

Selling My Morals, Buying a Princess

After listening to Strawberry Milk Baby wail, “Don’t want sun! Don’t want sun! Mummy! Don’t want sun!” from one end of the island to the next while driving and cleaning up her tears-stained face and tears-soaked clothes and banging the top of my head against the roof of the car in my anxiety to get to her after parking and explaining to her teacher and the rest of the parents why she looks a mess every Saturday for 3 consecutive Saturdays when we go for her 1.5 hours playgroup, I finally decided to give in to spoiling her a little and went around shopping for a pair of kids’ sunglasses.

We found this:

For $139. I laughed (and maybe snorted and sniffed too) and walked out of the shop selling Ray Ban Junior sunglasses.

Then during our weekly groceries run at Giant, we found this:

For $12.90. Even though I instinctively disapprove of all things Princess, I snatched it up on the spot. For peace and quiet and well-being at $12.90, I warmly welcome, with open arms, wallet and car doors, Disney’s Cinderella to babysit during our car rides.

And indeed, she’s been nothing short of princess-perfect so far.

Turning to Fluff

Both Mr Fluffy Hubby and Strawberry Milk Baby, during mealtimes.

Breakfast

Mr Fluffy Hubby
Mini chocolate éclairs + mini cream puffs. All of which he gives away to his colleague because it’s not diet food. So he buys a bun from Breadtalk and eats that instead of my lovingly prepared mini chocolate éclairs and mini cream puffs.

Strawberry Milk Baby
1 slice of toast covered thickly with peanut butter topped with 1 slice of cheese + 1 plum + 1 full cup of Magnolia fresh milk.

Lunch

Mr Fluffy Hubby
Goes running at Planet Fitness. Has a Swiss-Bake sandwich after. Tries to convince me Swiss-Bake sandwich is colossal and he is stuffed with it, even though he wails, “I’m SO hungry!” throughout the rest of the day.

Strawberry Milk Baby
Baked salmon fish + mushrooms & tomatoes omelette + french beans + 1 tablespoon of rice + 1 cup of Florida’s apple juice half diluted with water.

Tea-time

Mr Fluffy Hubby
Does not take tea-time.

Strawberry Milk Baby
1 big wholemeal cracker + 1/2 cup of water

Dinner

Mr Fluffy Hubby
Sends me a SMS:

“CURRY???!!! CURRY is not diet food. You are sabotaging me!!! You are!!!”

But succumbs to curry chicken + potatoes + bread dinner anyway, due to near fainting state from 24-hours starvation diet. As he finally gives in to drowning himself in curry chicken + potatoes + bread, he comes up every now and then to catch his breath, gasping, “I’m SO hungry!”

Strawberry Milk Baby
Pan-fried cod fish with raisins + steamed egg with minced pork + broccoli, cauliflower & carrots + 1/2 cup of water, then 1 peach + 2 long-stemmed strawberries + numerous cherries.

Supper

Mr Fluffy Hubby
Does not take supper.

Strawberry Milk Baby
Many chocolate bears + 1 full cup of Magnolia fresh milk.

In addition to wailing, “I’m SO hungry” throughout the day, Mr Fluffy Hubby also says, “All I can think about is food.” Oh, and, “I’m not getting any work done.” Good news is, he seems to have settled on being Homer. Bad news is, Homer seems to be going down a rageful path (maybe gnawed into it by hunger).

PS. Like her Papa, Strawberry Milk Baby says, “I SO hungry!” But not before she has stuffed everything on her plate into her little stomach while declaring, “I eating now!” and chuckling happily at her newly growing appetite.

afFrONTed

Because my favourite font is no longer free. It is now copyrighted as a commercial font. This means I have to pay Euro24-44 if I want it. That’s SGD51-95.

Bah.

PS. On the otheR hand, MR Fluffy Hubby has pRomised me some fonts which I’m extRemely looking foRward to.

Blue is the colour of the rainbow

This is what Mr Fluffy Hubby has to say about the rainbow blog I designed elsewhere:

“It looks like someone blended all the Care Bears together, then splattered them on the internet.”

PS. Have I also mentioned that he has been Grumpy Bear since Thursday?

How many days are there in a week?

It’s only mid-week but Mr Fluffy Hubby has already gone through 3 identities (crises):

On Monday,

He was Mr Smith, who was actually an elf, really.

On Tuesday,

He was Brainy Smurf.

On Wednesday,

He was Homer Simpson.

He says he’s not getting any work done.

PS. Strawberry Milk Baby knows her days of the week! Jumbled. It’s Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday… and we never get through the rest of the week. Or Monday and we skip right through to Friday, Saturday! She’s daddy’s girl, even though I’m the one who’s made to sing the song everyday.

Come Meet Us At The Zoo!

Allie, Bubba, Catina Cat,
Deedee Deer and Elephant,
Francy Fish and Gordo too,
They all live at the zoo.

Honey Horse and Inny, who?
Jellyfish and Kangaroo,
Lizzy, Missy, Nigel do,
They all live at the zoo.

Olive Octopus is sweet,
Peewee Penguin’s tux is neat,
Queeny Quail, her babies too,
They all live at the zoo.

Robby Rabbit in no stew,
Sammy Snake and Timmy too,
Umber, Vincent, what a crew,
They all live at the zoo.

Willie Weasel, Xavier Fox,
Yancy Yak just talks and talks,
Zeke the Zebra welcomes you,
Come meet us at the zoo.

Zeke the Zebra welcomes you,
Come meet us at the zoo.

So come meet us at the zoo, Miss.Understood. For you, we may even sign up as Friends of the Zoo!

PS1. Though I have no idea how you’re going to pass off as our other child. I doubt barely-there clothes would convince anyone, even though they are mini-sized.

PS2. Zoophonics are fun! Alphabets, animals, phonics, rhythm, with hand actions and even a song! Strawberry Milk Baby knows them all by heart.

What do we do with the hungry mama? What do we do with the hungry mama? 2am in the morning!

It is now 2am and I have just eaten 4 mini strawberry rolls + 4 mini chocolate éclairs.

Just so that Mr Fluffy Hubby knows…

Happy Valentine’s Day!