I can never eat…

…papaya EVER AGAIN.

Little Missy loves the fruit and has been chomping up a lot of it the last two days.

Well, what goes in MUST come out.

The smell… (Oh. My. W…! THE smell!) The fragrance-before and the foul-after seems to have some distinguished semblance…

Even the colour of her “you-know-what” was “distinguished”.

…I leave the rest to your imagination.

Now every time I look at the fruit (the REAL fruit)… I can do nothing but ”imagine”.

I CAN NEVER EAT PAPAYA EVER AGAIN.

‘Nuff said.

P/S: You can blame hubby for this unappetizing post. I was sharing my thoughts on this with him when he cut me short with this exclamation… “Too much information!!! If you need to talk about it, don’t tell me, just put it in your blog!” 

In My Father’s Arms

I’m doing some reminiscing today. This was taken when Hubby-jr was barely a month old. He was a colicky baby. The first night he came home from the hospital he screamed from 9pm till about 2am? Something like that, I can’t remember the exact details, I only remember it being VERY long and it being VERY tramautising!

A week later he was still colicky at that hour. But dear hubby had a way of soothing him and every night for the next few weeks my newborn son could only fall asleep on his chest, in his arms.

I took this photo one night. It’s one of my most beautiful memory of my son and especially of my hubby. Isn’t it beautiful? Doesn’t little baby look just blissful? Like nothing could hurt him… It reminds me that “I’m safe in my Father’s arms.”

Wedding Anniversary

Yesterday was my wedding anniversary. Hubby and I have been married for 6 years. Yeah, SIX whole years. On one hand it seems just like yesterday that we got married and yet on the other, it seems like we’ve always been married!

They say… “You’d end up marrying someone like your dad.”

They say… “History has a tendency to repeat itself.”

In my case, “they” were so right, it isn’t even funny.

I’ve never seen my daddy give my mom flowers, ever! But I’ve seen how he’d drive out and wait for my mom when it’s raining just so she won’t have to walk in the rain. Not romantic but sweet.

Hubby’s bought me flowers many times and even bling blings (not huge ones but good enough for me) but in general he’s more sweet and not quite the romantic. If I expected a surprise planned romantic night out that would sweep me off my feet… let’s just say “fat hope” would have filled my entire apartment and more!

BUT hubby is very sweet. He’d make me coffee in the mornings, help me feed the kids in the mornings just so I can the extra 30 minutes of sleep. He did the grocery shopping for 2 months after each of my babies just arrived and I was overwhelmed. He’d take leave from work if he can if any of our kids or I fell ill or had some doctor’s appointment. I could just go on some more but I think you get the picture… so you see, he’s just the sweetest. Not romantic but sweet.

My parents met at work, fell in love and got married.

Hubby and I met at work, became friends then fell in love and got married.

My dad is younger than my mom by one year.

Hubby is two years younger than me.

My parents have two kids, first a boy and second me! My brother’s older by 2 and half years.

Hubby and I have two kids. First a boy and second a girl. Hubby-jr’s older by almost 3 years.

Isn’t it just downright creepy? Life is truly stranger than fiction! But you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love my hubby and I love the family we’re building together.

Respect Your Husband = Not Nagging

A while ago I wrote Submit = Respecting Your Husband and that post was quite popular. I suspect I’m not the only one struggling with “submission” issues. Well if you are one of “me” I want to share with you a must read article I chanced upon today, I’m Not a Nag … Am I?

“I have a need, and it’s not being met when and how I want it to be.” For a long time, I couldn’t figure out why my husband didn’t understand this. I thought of nagging as “reminders” or “motivation.” But when I asked David for his explanation, he agreed with the more descriptive definition in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary: “To find fault incessantly.” Ouch!

Sounds familiar? That’s an excerpt from the article. Sabrina, the author, also shares four ways to be nag free! She quotes,

 “Scripture tells us that wives are to respect their husbands (Ephesians 5:33), and nagging shows a lack of respect.”

I don’t know about you but those words hit me and I’ve some pondering to do. My nagging seems to have increased proportionately to the number of years hubby and I’ve been married (almost 6) and the number of kids we have (we only have 2!). Me think it’s time to reverse it a little… OKAY maybe more than a little…

Sigh… anyway… don’t miss the other great reads on the topic of marriage from the same site:

God, Why Don’t You Fix My Husband?

What Every Husband Needs To Know 

P/S: I found these articles by way of Raising Five where she quoted from the “What Every Husband Needs To Know” article.

P/P/S: Have a blessed Sunday!

What Do You See?

Here’s why Sherman’s Lagoon is one of my favourite comic strips.

 

My Birthday, My Hubby

Yesterday was my birthday and this was hubby’s present to me. Yup I’m born in the year of the Pig! That makes me… well I’m not in my 20s, so you do the math. Anyway, I’m proud to be born in Pig-year and am quite thrilled that this is the Pig-year (cheap thrill huh? haha). No, I’m not superstitious or anything like that, well pigs are kinda cute don’t you think?

Anyway, anyway when I read somewhere that Swatch was releasing a limited edition to celebrate “my” year, I told hubby that I wanted one for my birthday. While I kinda expected the watch, I was pleasantly surprised by the packaging. I love the golden piggy bank that came with it. So adorably cute and I’m so pleased that Swatch made the effort to make piggy year special!

Yes, for many years now I’ve either told hubby what I want or I just go out and hunt for a present myself. I married Mr. Sweet Guy not Mr. Romantic. Hubby gets all stressed out if I expect a surprise gift. He’s very afraid of the surprise turning out to be a shock!! And honestly I’m quite afraid of being shocked too. He and his brothers once gave his mom a vacuum cleaner as a present! They swore it was what she wanted (men!).So instead of a surprise, every year I get to decide what I want to do and hubby will grant me my wish.

There was one year, I felt so cooped up at home I told hubby that for my birthday I wanted a whole day of shopping on my own. So he took leave, looked after hubby-jr while I had the day off to shop leisurely for a present on my own. Another time, at my request, he arranged for us to meet an old friend for high tea after shopping together for my present. Other years we have a family outing with the kids.

Come to think of it ever since I became mommyfied, hubby’s been taking leave every year on my birthday just to make it my special day. So, if I had to choose between Mr. Romantic and Mr. Sweet Guy, I’d marry hubby all over again.