Talent!

2 videos featuring my 2 favorite people in the world. Here they are showing off their skills.

Fuddin turns 3!

Yup. My not so little bundle of joy turns 3! He was rewarded with a trampoline. We decided that since he's been using the couch as a substitute, we might as well reward him with one. Initially, he was a little reserved but he eventually warmed up to it. Soon enough he was bouncing up and down but he insisted that somebody holds his hand while he's at it.

Unfortunately, as night came, it was evident that Fuddin had been "infected" by his sister's high fever. Urghhh. So now he's at home feeling all sorry for himself. He mopes around and refuses his food (which is worrying indeed) but when his fever is down, he does make an attempt to play on his trampoline. Its now being utilised by the very light Nur Ayra (who has since recovered) whose 16kg causes her to "fly" rather high. I've been eyeing the trampoline too. It seems like good exercise, almost like skipping yah? Maybe I'll give myself a 10 minutes session on it today. Hee.

For now, I'm at work. The term "school holidays" is non existent to me this term. With 2 graduating classes, there's no such thing as a break. I do get a few days off but that's about it. Sigh. Well, what has to be done, has to be done. No point in complaining.

Well, to end on a brighter note, me and hubby are taking a mini holiday (ie one night, 2 days) minus the kids and parents. It'll be a nice break.

Life goes on.

Grey Skies...

Bad. bad times are before us. Ayra is really ill and so is Fuddin. All the adults are exhausted.

We bought Fuddin a trampoline for his birthday but it looks like he's not gonna bounce for a while.

Looking forward to happy, healthy children.

Back For Good...

Hey I'm back. Let's just pretend I was never away.

So we brought the kids to the airport. Fuddin was not feeling too well so he was rather uncooperative. We then brought them to East Coast Park and Fuddin, upon seeing the water, was more than eager to jump in. As we did not bring any change of clothes for them, we ended up hauling a screaming Fuddin back to the car. Well, better luck (and planning) next time.

It's his 3rd birthday this coming Sunday. My baby is so big now. We plan to buy for him a big Harley Davidson motorcycle; the kind you step on the paddle and it moves forward/backwards automatically. I hope he likes it.

As for Ayra, she's being a fairly good child. Grandma finally got her out of our room and into her own. She still shows up at the side of my bed complaining of mysterious pains everywhere at 2am in the morning but I am confident it will stop soon. Haha. It must be so traumatic for her but hey, we all have to start somewhere.

As for me and hubby, we're enjoying each other's company. We'll be okay.

Alright, that's all for now. Peace out and I'm still cool.

A Glimmer of Hope?

And so I'm back...from the dead it seems like. A brand new me? Not quite... remnants of the old me are still traceable. Still, there is hope. Out there and in me.