fishlips

finished work early yesterday and hopped on a train to town for yoga. saw paul2hill with his disgusting eye-liner and dirty look being accosted by wisma atria promo-girls who wouldnt let him go until he took pictures with every single one of them.

did yin followed by hot room. superb. i finished by six and because the slow-mo traffic, i only reached home at 7.10. my son apparently has been cranky the whole afternoon, refusing to take a nap at all. so when i finally held him, he refused to look at me. whenever i place my face infront of his vision, he actually moved his head to look away.

WAH! dah pandai merajuk!! siapa ajar? (he must have gotten THIS merajuk gene from his father!)

after much coaxing, cuddling, talking and enticing him with .. erm.. nips, he finally succumbed to entertaining his mama with endless gurgle and baby-babbling. we spend more than an hour cuddling and i sang him to sleep with the finest selection of westlife's greatest hits. (i think he likes flying without wings. cuz when i was singing it, he was smiling away. or maybe its because he finds my off-key, tone-deaf singing amusing.)

was talking to a friend about how she feels a pang of jealousy shooting up whenever she sees her FDW playing with her daughter. "it makes me feel jealous to see that my kid is having a good time with someone else."

well, isnt it a good thing? that your FDW gets along well with your daughter? or would you prefer your daughter to be miserable with her care-taker when you are at work? sure, it sucks being away from your kid but we all gotta bring bread and butter to the table, right?

finishing work at 1.30pm today. gotta go home straight to cuddle my lil man.