http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5W4RjTW3zQ

Pic: A very close up Ambrosia.

In October, I will stop breastfeeding Ambrosia.

 The two of them left the door together to the nearby playground. It had been a ritual every weekend when we visiting my father-in-law. Daddy’s more fun; Horatio preferred his company to mine.

 It was a bit surprising to see him burst through the door after about 40 minutes, without his father in tow. Something wasn’t right; he didn’t just run all the way home by himself, did he (it happened twice before, once he came home from my mum’s, once from our neighbour’s, both incidents were by himself and both the host had no idea he was gone and went into the state of panic)?

Went to Eastern Beach in Howick over the weekend.

Finally, the weather was warm enough. Horatio and his daddy took the shoes off to have a splash in the water. It was the first time after Horatio’s toenails grown back.

 The Price household’s sleeping quality had decreased greatly once again recently, not because of the children’s sickness, not because of our (Steven and I) sickness, not because of some dodgy habit of mine (stay up till wee hours in the morning).

 Since Ambrosia, I began developing this habit of going to bed at wee hours in the morning. Not that I have the insomnia or something, it was just a gradual thing. Ambrosia’s sleeping routine was a lot different than Horatio’s. She usually had her midnight/three o’clock feed, and could sleep up to 8 o’clock the next day. I am that kind of person who gets very grumpy being wake up when not having sufficient sleep (which is all the time since God knows when). Might as well stay up and feed her.

 I know, you don’t have to do that with a baba at her age anymore. But old habit die hard, children’s body choose to grow bones around midnight, I think I will stick with it for a while

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It seems like yesterday, you were part of me, rely on my every breath and every move.

Pic: My precious.

 Maternity Leave had drawn towards the end. I followed the procedure, wrote a return to work notice to my employer and advice them the return date. While I was at it, I also requested again working as a part-time. New legislation in 2008 entitled mums like me to make such a request and my boss has to ‘think about it’. I had mentioned to them once prior to my Leave started. They did reluctantly agree to think about it while I was away.

Pic. Ambrosia in her second hands clothes.

Broken English

 People (usually those who just came from Taiwan/China/anywhere whose native language is not English) (or those whose profession is a English As Second Language teacher. Their patience is somehow more thicker than the rest of us) who don’t know me very well would usually comment on my English as such: “Hey, your English is good!”

Picture : Bird Feeding in Western Spring, Auckland

"Geez, you look like a giant teddy bear!"

Picture: Happy pre-sleep brushing teeth time!!!

Horatio is turnning three, can you believe that?

 

 Picture: At the doctor for one of his ear infection check up. He's been better and better behave at the public these days.

 (This is purely complaining, so if you don't really feel like reading this, you can just look at the picture and skip the rest.)

Steven reckoned Horatio has some problems.

 



 I suppose I should post a pic of the test result, but I don't want to.

        最近在公司附近，突然像發現新大陸似的「意外挖掘」到這麼一家不錯的店。

　　不曉得諸位看倌有沒有這種經驗哩？那種也不是一朝一夕，在那已經很久了，妳每天都會經過卻從沒注意到，突然有一天不經意一瞥「咦~~~？怎麼我以前從沒發現」的那種小店。

　　店名也很好玩，就叫草莓鬧鐘。