pretty morning
one of those mornings when everything just starts out beautifully. all because of the bun's cheery mood.
then i understand how it doesn't matter how many hours of sleep i get - it's the bun's temperament that decides if it's a good or bad day for me. so despite having a late night from selecting the pictures from the photoshoot, having to pacify him when he was rudely awokened by his dad's loud voices in the middle of the night, and early morning waking up by the bun due to the father printing some work in the attachment room (yesh, i have a very light sleeper on hand), and thus having so little rest, i amazingly have a good hair day and relatively radiant complexion today. (i can look like a total mess when i have to handle a cranky toddler early in the day!)
like every morning since he bunked into his big bed beside us, the bun aroused from his sleep, turned a little in his lazy slumber, sat up realising it was morning, peered at me over the pillow barrier, rolled and tumbled over to my side and snuggled close to me. then he would NOT call "mama". ever since he shifted out of cot, i have missed him calling me "MAMA MAMA" first thing in the morning. instead, he would bellow "PAPA PAPA" loudly, sweetly and endearingly. he would charge towards his father and nudge him lovingly. then i would suddenly turned invisible to him. however i urged him to call me or give me a kiss, it would not get in. i simply ceased to exist from that moment. even if his father was not in the room then, he would still call out to him repeatedly. i had to dish him up by then to bring him to look for daddy, otherwise he would be angry with me (for still lazing in bed)! funny boy i have eh? and to think that the dad slept through the entire night and was the strictest with him!
this morning, he roused, snuggled to me, called out daddy and gave me the heartiest hug and smiles, eager to start the day. after a few days of a grouchy after-sleep baby, this was a welcome relief.
and a happy baby made our morning routine go like clockwork. he did not fuss to be OUT OUT OUT. he waited patiently (and laid straight!) while i changed his diapers, beaming me smiles that glowed with happiness. i made his milk and while drinking, we read books and played with iphone apps. he took in so much more of the things i taught, and could repeat so many things i said! he said "ostrich, owl, oyster, sea turtle". he chuckled when i imitated the "tock tock tock" sound of the oyster opening.
and for a working mother, such mornings are the best that one can have - bright, cheery and full of hope! :)
then i understand how it doesn't matter how many hours of sleep i get - it's the bun's temperament that decides if it's a good or bad day for me. so despite having a late night from selecting the pictures from the photoshoot, having to pacify him when he was rudely awokened by his dad's loud voices in the middle of the night, and early morning waking up by the bun due to the father printing some work in the attachment room (yesh, i have a very light sleeper on hand), and thus having so little rest, i amazingly have a good hair day and relatively radiant complexion today. (i can look like a total mess when i have to handle a cranky toddler early in the day!)
like every morning since he bunked into his big bed beside us, the bun aroused from his sleep, turned a little in his lazy slumber, sat up realising it was morning, peered at me over the pillow barrier, rolled and tumbled over to my side and snuggled close to me. then he would NOT call "mama". ever since he shifted out of cot, i have missed him calling me "MAMA MAMA" first thing in the morning. instead, he would bellow "PAPA PAPA" loudly, sweetly and endearingly. he would charge towards his father and nudge him lovingly. then i would suddenly turned invisible to him. however i urged him to call me or give me a kiss, it would not get in. i simply ceased to exist from that moment. even if his father was not in the room then, he would still call out to him repeatedly. i had to dish him up by then to bring him to look for daddy, otherwise he would be angry with me (for still lazing in bed)! funny boy i have eh? and to think that the dad slept through the entire night and was the strictest with him!
this morning, he roused, snuggled to me, called out daddy and gave me the heartiest hug and smiles, eager to start the day. after a few days of a grouchy after-sleep baby, this was a welcome relief.
and a happy baby made our morning routine go like clockwork. he did not fuss to be OUT OUT OUT. he waited patiently (and laid straight!) while i changed his diapers, beaming me smiles that glowed with happiness. i made his milk and while drinking, we read books and played with iphone apps. he took in so much more of the things i taught, and could repeat so many things i said! he said "ostrich, owl, oyster, sea turtle". he chuckled when i imitated the "tock tock tock" sound of the oyster opening.
and for a working mother, such mornings are the best that one can have - bright, cheery and full of hope! :)