hubby and wife milestone

 Ze hubby and I celebrated our sixth anniversary last September 23. That's not actually our wedding anniversary, but the anniversary of us going on our first date, which turned out to be the day we became boyfriend-girlfriend. Hey, I'm easy that way. Haha. 

But yeah, it's been six years since we first went out on a real date. And since we first kissed. And since we first watched a movie together. Time sure flies when you're having fun.

We're really blessed because our relationship has been devoid of any drama, and all those six years have been very pleasant and peaceful.

And easy. I always use that word to describe our relationship. Easy. Sure we encounter difficulties and challenges, but nothing we couldn't handle.

Everything's easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

I guess when love is real, it should feel that way.

Happy anniversary hubby dear. You know I love you.

More years to come.

motherhood fail

My poor baby fell from the bed today. My goodness. How can I let that happen?

I'll attempt to illustrate my stupidity.

See, I'm in the process of migrating ze hubby and my clothes from our bedroom closet to the other bedroom's closet because we're getting dressed in the other bedroom most of the time. The adults' bathtime usually happens when Ziv's asleep so in order for us to not disturb him, we bring our change of clothes to the other room. Since no one is using that room anyway, my brilliant mind decided to just use it as a walk-in closet slash wasteland, where everything gets dumped. 

But I digress. 

Ziv was on the bed while I was removing ze hubby's clothes from the cabinet. I was constantly checking where he was and for some dumb reason, I judged his being just one roll away from the edge of the bed as okay. Maybe it was because I was just right there beside him. Nothing disastrous could possibly happen, right?

WRONG!

I turned my back for while and when I turn around, he was not on the bed anymore! My poor baby was on the freakin' floor! I didn't hear anything, no thud, no nothing. It was as if I deliberately put him there.

Only I didn't. 

He cried the moment I screamed. I picked him up and comforted him while I checked every part of his body. No injury! He was okay and after a while, I was tickling him and he was being hysterical. Thank God, Ziv's guardian angel was on duty.

How many times have I read to never leave your baby alone on any raised surface? Uhm, possibly a thousand times already. But still, I do it. I always think "Oh, he's not gonna roll that far. He's not gonna fall." Guess what, Kat? One thing babies do best is surprise you. They're like thieves. They attack when you're least careful.
 

I've definitely learned my lesson. From now on, I'll only leave Ziv in his crib. Never mind if he screams his tiny lungs out. At least I can be sure it's only my ears that's gonna hurt.

diptych #2

While Ziv plays, I fold the laundry. 

weekend highlights

Ze hubby and Ziv at IKEA; Ziv having fun eating at McDonald's; me feeding Ziv at Old Town; Ziv and Ninang Nell

We had a busy, busy weekend. 

Aside from the cleaning and the laundry, we did a lot of shopping! For Ziv's stuff! Who else? Hehe.

Our mission was to look for a more cushioned play mat for Ziv. He's attempting to sit now and the carpet + blankie set up isn't cutting it. When he attempts to lift his torso a bit higher than usual then crashes, he ends up crying. I had those numbered rubber mats in mind and we found them at Carrefour. It was only when we went back home that we realized we got a set meant to be used a piko (hopscotch) mat. No wonder one piece was shaped like a half circle. Haha. That is parent-not-reading-the-label booboo number 1.

We also went to Mothercare to get some weaning bibs. The plastic backing on them makes a difference especially when it comes to liquids. Regular bibs can't protect Ziv's onesies from getting wet.

On our way to Marina Square from Suntec, we passed by Payless ShoeSource. I didn't know they had a branch here. I remembered ze hubby mentioning he needed new shoes so we went in and checked out their offering. Ze hubby ended up buying a handsome pair of driving shoes. No, we don't have a car and he doesn't drive. It was comfortable though and we figured he could wear it to work or during weekend walk-a-thons at the mall.

Then on Sunday we went to IKEA to get Ziv a highchair. The lover-of-pretty-things in me dreamt of owning either the Stokke Tripp Trapp or the Baby Bjorn highchair, but the housewife in me knew practicality trumps design. Those nifty highchairs cost $519 and $399, respectively. How could that beat the magnificent 25-dollar value of the IKEA Antilop highchair? We also bought the Barnslig support cushion ($9) and the Antilop tray ($4). The result? Happy, happy baby. And happy baby makes mommy happy too.

While we were at IKEA, we also got a bath mat for Ziv. I also wanted to buy these building beakers for him, and I thought I did until we got home. Turned out I got the wrong box! I got the shape sorter! I wasn't aware they were both called Mula so when I got a package marked Mula, I thought I got the beakers. Yun pala it was the shape sorter. That is parent-not-reading-the-label booboo number 2. Haha.

During the weekend, we also met up with Ziv's Ninang Nell. I don't know if Ziv was just hungry or sleepy but he cried the entire time he was in his Ninang's arms. Separation anxiety? Maybe. But yesterday, while we were at the Mr. Teh Tarik hawker center, Ziv was friendly with the cleaning lady! In fact he was too friendly for my comfort. He was laughing and touching the cleaning lady's arms, even allowing her to kiss him! Ze hubby and I were shocked. This little boy keeps us on our toes talaga.
 

A lot of face stuffing happened during the weekend too. Nasi lemak and chicken curry for lunch at Old Town. Burger and fries at McDonald's. Pasta and fried seafood at IKEA Cafe. Cheese prata and teh tarik at Mr. Teh Tarik. Then tinola for dinner last night. 

Ziv also pigged out on milk and pear puree, applesauce and rice cereal. He really enjoys eating with us. :)

Had so much fun with my boys! Can't wait for Saturday.

just me for a while

Source: houseofhepworths.com via Kristine on Pinterest

I've been up since 4:30, currently pumping while drinking Horlicks. Having noodles for dinner makes me hungry at an earlier hour.

Ziv has been sleeping for 10.5 hours straight for a couple of days now. He sleeps at 6pm-ish and doesn't take a peep until around 4:30. I feed him, change his nappy, then put him back in his crib so he could go back to sleep. I, meanwhile, will attach thy boobies to the pump. After 30 minutes, I either go back to sleep or start my day.

I don't mind early mornings. I've always been an early riser and I really like starting the day before Ziv and his dad are up so I can have some time for myself. These quiet moments don't come by as easily as they used to so they're more precious when they're here. It's during these times when I can reconnect with myself and be me again--neither the mom nor the wife. 

Just ME. 

It is also during these moments when I don't want anything from myself. I don't want me to do the chores. I don't even want me to think about the chores. I just stop and luxuriate in all this, hmm, stillness. It's so peaceful here. No loud sounds, just the ticking of the clock and the humming of the refrigerator in the background. And the rain. Not the harsh, end-of-the-world kind, but the soft, calming kind.

This is the perfect time to meditate. 

And pray.

And then to indulge in a warm cup of coffee.

Times like these make me feel really blessed and happy.