Quandary

Hmm...question. Just what shall I bake for my mother's group tomorrow with my BRAND NEW KITCHEN AID STAND MIXER?!!!


Aaah... just the perfect start to my 29th year. Mwei, eat your heart out. ;-)

Oh course, I'm sure EG and Aidan (and the rest of my friends who chipped in) will see some returns from this, so it's really an investment isn't it?

Whatever the case, I spent a lovely Saturday at a wedding in beautiful weather, checking out gowns with Cher, a nice cuppa at South Melbourne market, and a great dinner with close friends after. This, after a nice drive to Miss Marples on Friday and buying some new clothes (including a magic slimming dress! My very own optical illusion.)

In other news, I think we're confirmed with Highpoint Kinder Haven next year for one day a week while I'm at class. Just waiting for the rego pack to arrive. Hope Aidan adjusts well...sigh! He's been rather clingy lately. Although the last 2 days he's been sleeping on a mattress in my room while Velle and Tony came down to visit from Can-bore-a, oops I mean Canberra, and that's been nice! He slept well and didn't wake (too often). But it's back to his cot tonight!

On the eve of the 29th one

There are some days when I wonder what my life would be like had I not come to study in Melbourne, then stayed on to work, marry and build a life here. What other trajectory destiny's course could have taken me. Maybe I'd be some high-flyer in the media biz, or a corporate slog in some multi-national machine. Maybe I wouldn't be spending my days cleaning and cooking, packing and vacuuming.

He cupped my face this morning with his little hands, and looked at me through limpid eyes. Then he squeezed my cheeks, producing a sound akin to a mouth-fart (EG taught him this!), snuggled back into my embrace and fell asleep.

Sigh. Bliss.

My boy and his posse

Thought it might be good to show everyone the kind of company my boy keeps. Here's a selection of riff-raff he's been fraternising with...tsk tsk.

My homies: Uncles Bryan, Aun (The Rock) and Will.


They've dressed me up as an investment banker
so I can make lotsa moolah for Mama and Dehdeh.


Here I am...counting the profits at Guava Bean.

Hmm...the figures don't look too promising in this economic climate.


I'll stick to my day job - modeling.

At last...some wholesome company. That's Josiah behind me.
He shared his cruskit with me!

Cah...not...breathe...

This blooming hayfever is really taking a toll on me. My nostrils have run raw, I'm a constant dripping tap, my eyes are watery reservoirs and I can barely rest at night. Breathing through my mouth is drying it out, which also adds to the dehydration, the subsequent refuelling, and constant pee breaks. Eeks.

On the upside though, Obama won!

There's something so Hopeful about impending (good) change. The news headlines highlight the celebrations around the world at this landmark event, from Kenya, to Jakarta to Obama, Japan. Wow!

On the baby front, this has been occupying my little nimble-fingers lately:

Yes, my boy learns early. Mama's power resides in her wallet.

I've had to tell him off a couple times for other offences - like touching electrical outlets, X-Box controllers etc. I usually say "Aidan, NO! Mama will smack!" and smack my hands together to mimic the sound. Today, when I said that, he smacked his hands together and said "Da!" I couldn't help but laugh, then cleared my throat and tried my best to say seriously, "Yes, Da. Mama hui da ni. BU XU DONG!" (Yes, Mum will smack. DO NOT TOUCH!")

He's really picking up sounds and words quickly - today he pushed his little car in his hand all around the living room saying "Brrrrrr......oooooooorrrmmmm". Wow! How did he figure that out?

Aidan discovering the joy of drawing!