The weekend was a pretty one.

Though I seriously doubt that my stamina is going anywhere, especially when the mahjong table is concerned, and I am vastly annoyed by it.

Am I getting old?? Or am I just becoming normal? Boohoo.

I do think it is because I am playing less mahjong as I am playing ONLY once a week, and I had grown accustomed to sleeping early on weekdays, and not succumbed to rounds and rounds of ball balls, bamboos and tens of thousands.

After work on Friday evening, May and I dragged our lazy asses out of the office, dreadful of the peak hour traffic out there as we contemplated our journey to town. Yet, we bumped into some guys who were leaving our office after a meeting, heading to the places we were heading to!

So we happily bummed a ride out of them! Whee.

The long queues to various shops intrigued me. The lines snaking from Prada and Gucci were atrocious! And I actually grew bored enough to join the queue just to see what they were seeing. Heh, though I cheated a little with Gucci cos I was fortunate enough to bump into a friend who was queuing up at Gucci who happened to be right at the start of the queue.

I walked away unscathed, thank goodness.

It was like a market place, no joke.

And I could hear the Salespeople calling out to their colleagues for help, or ask another not to let so many people to come in.

Pretty chaotic though I would say there were pretty some good bargains in there.

Went to Kinokuniya to scout for a new read, but no luck there either.

Had dinner at Pepper Lunch before heading home to a very packed house.

Effy was already there with her luggage in tow, and Shaun was there as well.

Minibean was excited with the company, definitely.

Charlotte the babe reached pretty soon, and her boyfriend joined us with some supper and the night continued till 5 plus.

I dragged my tired ass into bed and woke up to a Saturday of babysitting.

Mum returned back only at 11 that evening and that left barely any time for me to head anywhere, and thus, I stayed in to watch movie(SAW IV is so not nice) on my desktop, and went on to do some reading.

I didn’t quite enjoy The Other Boleyn Girl quite as much as I thought I would, though I suspect the heaviness of the rivalry weighed me down a little too much for my liking. And I think it is also because I quite like Anne Boleyn and have a slight disdain for Mary Boleyn yet this book tends to weigh towards Mary Boleyn a tad too much.

It was a weekend but I surrendered to the sleepybug by 2.30am, early by my standard.

Brought baby out for grocery shopping and dinner on Sunday, and stayed out till 11pm.

She was tired on the way home, yet her ceaseless energy kept her up till 1ish.

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It was a pretty weekend because I tried reading to an impatient little princess, who wants to listen to no story, yet has a penchant for tearing the books up.

She thinks I am her horse.

She wants my attention immediately when I turned to my book as she plays with her toys(well, not exactly toys, she would ransack all the drawers and a stray ang pow packet would be her new obsession).

She hugs plush toys like babies. She holds them close to her like how I carry her.

She pinches the loose skin on my cheeks, and neck.

She yakked non-stop on my phone. She will scream at me to ask me to slide up my phone just so she could play with the buttons. She made a few calls, all by herself, refusing to let me to answer any calls, nor reply any messages.

She called Ted, whom I had to explain how she would always press his number and that’s why he always had missed calls from me.

She yelled for the phone before I could continue and then she went on to say, “Korkor…”

And when I asked her to tell “korkor” her name is Tongtong, she went “Tongtong!”.

She went on to talk gibberish and I just let her do so, and then I said she should bid good bye. “Buai buai!”

She then dialled another number, gurgled her babytalk, and then another, and another….

I was mortified to find so many calls on the phone later on(Charlotte, if you reading this, she had called you, not me!).

We kicked the ball around, and she was so amused by it that when I accidentally kicked the ball a little too hard and it hit her vulnerable little chest, she was giggling at her first chest ball. I was just glad it was a soft, squishy ball and not a real foot ball.

A paper aeroplane was folded to imperfection yet brought her much joy as she fetched the stray plane all over the hall.

She ran around the garden just chasing after me, laughing and perspiring, like it was the most fun thing to do(NOT!).

And her new found interest – climbing up the stairs, and then, down.

Not a good one since Mummy is quite fearful of the stairs.

Still, she managed to climb 6 times up, and still a little unsteady on her flights down.

Her “Pleeeeee” and “Dan yew” (Please and thank you) are her weapons when she wants to ask for more food after she realised that her cries and wails don’t help her as much as her sweetest manners.

And as she was trying to busybody, she tripped on a small hump on the tarmac and fell. I gasped and she just looked up, looking puzzled. She stood up without crying, and then continued walking down the slope.

I sat her on a bench, and saw her knee was slightly grazed. Yet she is a brave little chick, and she stared at me as I knitted my brows heartpain-ly and rubbed her bruise.

I think her skin very thick, cos she was more puzzled about the fuss than anything else.

I know, I know, babies and kids fall down all the time.

Like how she toppled over the sofa and fell on her head(thank God for carpets!) when she clumsily lost her balance. She cried but ever so slightly cos when she sat up, she saw the sponge cake in my hands, and straight away said, “Mum mum…”

Like how my mum told me how she stood on the blanket and she accidentally pulled it from under her feet, and Minibean fell on her face.

Now I am intrigued by how many babies could actually survive childhood.

Though the weekend is tainted by the snide remarks from Mum(Dad is coming home later these days just to avoid her acid tongue and ignorant comments), but still, my tolerance towards her is higher these days with Minibean as the bridge.

Today will be the first time since her birth that I won’t be with her at her PD’s appointment, and she will be having her jabs.

I am not sure why I am jittery somewhat, though I am like the coolest and nonchalant Mum around.

But ah well, at least she will be angry with Popo and Gonggong putting her through it, not me. Heh heh heh.