Tea at TWG

Let me introduce all of you to Nat. She's my bestest friend since NIE (although we were supposed to have known each other in JC) and Tiffy's Godma. Her husband's Kugan and very aptly Tiffy's Godpa.

SO. We were playing a game of Words with Friends (as usual, our daily battle against each other) when she said that she was at TWG at ION Orchard having tea and cake. Here I am, stuck to my Siamese twin Tiffy in a bid to nurse her back to nap, stomach growling and mouth watering at the very thought of tea and cake. So I asked Nat to tapow some tea and cake for me. I was kidding lah. And to my HORROR (not), she has left.

Okay, yes, I'm kinda bored. So here's my reply to Nat using Whatsapp:

I was kiddin. But yes, I'm still envious. I fantasize popping Tiffy into my slingalingaling and popping us together into a cabbycabbycab and riding it down to townytownytown and going up to TWG for tea and cakeycakeycake and going yummyyummyyum. Sigh. Pipe dream.

Just fantasizing. In reality, I'll be too lazy to pack the diaper bag, and prep Tiffy for a long trip down town just for tea and cake. Besides, it's almost dinner time now.

Uh oh, the Queen Bee has woken up and no amount of nursing would keep her asleep. It's time for singing and playing and reading (and pottying and diaper-changing) now!

Boliao Joke #1

Q: How many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: Two. One to screw it in and one to observe how the light bulb itself symbolizes a single incandescent beacon of subjective reality in a netherworld of endless absurdity reaching out toward a cosmos of nothingness.

Got this joke from Autumn Sweater's blog. I enjoy reading his blog!

Lights! Camera! Action!

We liken our precious little daughter to a queen bee. That's cos we work our ass off to make sure she gets the best of everything.

Milk on demand? Check.
Daddy who is willing to change her diaper every morning? Check.
Mommy who sings and does action songs to entertain her (so that maybe she'll be cheery enough to allow another morsel of food through her tightly shut front gnashers)? Check.
Grandparents who visit every day to entertain her so that Mommy can get a lunch break? Check.
Godma who visits at least once a week just to cuddle her? Check.
Godpa who dances in the middle of the mall with her (and taught her the art of dance)? Check.
Laundry washed every other day? Check.
Company at night on a queen sized mattress (cos she's the Queen Bee after all)? Check
Tons of storybooks? Check.
Tons of toys? Check.
Fun bath-time? Check.
Play-yard with tons of toys? Check.
Play-mat so she won't graze her royal butt or knock her royal head against the cold hard floor within the play-yard? Check.
3 dish meals? Check.
Porridge with at least 1 veg and 1 meat every day? Check.

The list is endless.

And on top of all these, a Mommy who tries to chronicle every little development she has made in her journey through childhood.

Here's a list of actions Tiffany (the Queen Bee) can do now:

*LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!*

Clap hands
Wave goodbye
Hold toy phone receiver to her ear
Show her tongue
Dance
Point to her ear
Point to someone else's nose
Point to Daddy's teeth (never works with anyone else's)
Point to Daddy when you ask her where he is
Search for 3rd Aunt's cat when you ask her where it is
Point to her dog when you ask her where it is

All the above will be executed solely based on the Queen Bee's mood.