Thunderstorm last night, so Dylan slept in my room . Sigh....my wrists hurt so much these days. Like when i wake up in the morning, the whole arm will be limp, no control over it.Die la!!!!!Dear took MC ( unbelievable....tsk) today, so i think i will sieze the opportunity to head to holland v for a massage.

By the way, i think Personality wise, Wl is a clone of Homer Simpson... but he aint as sweet as homer!!!!!

That aside, while feeding Dylan at 3.45am last night, it dawn upon me again that i am in for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG journey, looking at Shyan's nephew Luke's pix made me green with envy on how he has reached that milestone already. So much fun already. but right now i still have to struggle with the fundamentals like clipping of the nails for Dylan which we take for granted as adults. Even have to use the nasal aspirator to suck out his mucus cause he is still a baby and incapable of blowing his own nose. ....." dylan dylan" .... like how the maid and i always chant, is really still a baby. Such an innocent child.

YET!!!!!

He already has shown his preferences of postures to be carried, how to be burped, to be put to bed..... and how to show disdain when made to drink water...his innocent face will crumple and display a gazzillion creases surrounding a tiny yet widely opened mouth which amazingly sirens the loudest cry ever to be heard. .......


i intend to wean him off the pacifier asap as i am quite sick of it dropping off and the siren sounding ....