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365 days of thanksgiving ~ 001
This new year, I’m trying a new pet project. 365 days of thanksgiving; one item a day. One whole year through. I never quite made it through with my photo-a-day series last year so let’s see how far along I’d get with this. At the end of it all, I figure, this will make a painless yet awesome photobook no? (yes yes, me and my infatuation with photobooks!)
Today, I’m thankful for playdates. We were invited by WM to her place for a chill out playdate. It didn’t start out smooth, with a fair bit of chaos but it settled down nicely in the end. The ball pen was THE place where friendships were made. The 3 older kids suddenly bonded over the plastic balls and finally, could play together.
Playdates are always fun. Watching the kids warm up, easing into a state of comfortable interaction. It’s also when you see the differences in age groups. The younger tods were terrorised by these two. Tsktsk. Still, all in, a lovely afternoon. Perfect occasion to go trigger happy and ogle at babies.
And yes, thank you, two are enough.
** All photos taken with the Olympus EPL2. A ‘featherweight’ compared to the Canon 1000D. Perfect occasion to tinker with the (new) camera!
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Recovery in Progress
It’s been one crazy hectic week. Of poop and puke. We are all down with stomach flu, taking turns to fall like dominos.
The kids have almost fully recovered and are largely back to their chirpy selves while me and mum are struggling to keep queasy tummies at ease and mind the two bundles of energy.
I’m rethinking my previous idea that fever is the worst thing possible. I used to think being sick was the worst thing. Then I became mum. Being sick with sick kids to look after was much worse. Right now, being sick with stomach flu sort of tops the charts. And really, I don’t quite want to push the boundaries any more.
To health.
You know how every year (ok, for the past 2 years at least) there’s a wave of similar status updates that sweep across fb? Yeap, it’s back. The rules are the same. The men just don’t get it. A cryptic message is passed on and a buzz created. It was the colour of the bra at one stage. Then where you like to place your handbag. Harmless fun.
Then this year they go out on a deceptive update that sounds like you are pregnant. Good fun perhaps. But utterly ridiculous. And this time, the forums are abuzz again. With hurt. Especially in those where couples are trying to conceive. Or where they have had miscarriages and are still facing difficulty. The emotional turmoil is quite real.
The tune is getting old. Someone posted, if you really wanted to help without spending money, go accompany a cancer patient through a chemo session.
** The status update is simply a coded message of a birthdate. Plain, simple and possibly nothing to do with cancer.
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