It's not really that funny Kayden

He thinks it's really funny when I walk into our room to see it in a state like this.

Then he laughs.

At me.

So what do I do? Laugh along with him of course. Kayden, you're lucky Mommy has a sense of humour. Even when you do this at least once a week!

Looking a little more complete

Whoooooooopeee! More progress in another week. Bricks go on next.

I can already picture K stomping around in puddles in our backyard here after a rain. And us having family and friends over for BBQ on a nice summer afternoon.

But my mind flickers with different images everytime I try to picture what sort of plants to grow under those windows you see here. Sometimes I think white iceberg roses, and sometimes lavender bushes comes to mind. And then I think maybe some lily pillys?

Time for some research. Actually, A LOT of research. My thumbs aren't exactly green.

I want to go to the beach.... in winter

A little bit crazy I know. But it really isn't.

These Korean dramas that my mom has been chasing day and night (that is another story altogether) are anything but real. They sit or stroll hand in hand so contentedly, all rugged up in their scarves, winter coats and boots as the waves roll near their feet.

Very convincing. To me at the very least. Missing hubby and melbourne so much, we've both been discussing what to do when we're all back home together again - already. We skype with Daddy-O every single day since he's gone back to work, but it's just not quite the same.  So something alittle crazy like this doesn't actually seem so crazy.

Plus K & I missed out on most of last summer (it didn't quite arrive with a bang) in Melbourne. So we need to catch up on some beach time.

Anyway, I am now so totally convinced that going to the beach in winter, as cold as it would be, would be the most romantic thing to do. As romantic as it can be, with our little man in tow of course.

Looking forward to some teeth chattering cold time at the beach!

Look what happened in a week

Remember 2 weeks ago? I take my hat off to our builders! In less than 10 days, the framework for the entire house is complete! How do they do that!? 

This is how the site looked like last week. We were so amazed we even had it checked, just in case it was a dodgy job. So far, so good!

I am keeping my fingers crossed that the work moves along, as smoothly for the rest of the process.

But it is Oh.So.Satisfying to see our to-be-home being materialized.

And as you get to the end of this post, the roof tiles, bricks and windows are being installed at the site back in Melbourne this week. How quick are they these days!

Looking like a bespectacled old grandfather

Since we've arrived in sunny Singapore, K has truly adapted really well. I really can't complain about him much. (I don't count the teething grumpyness - molars, my poor baby, Ouch!) The only thing he is having trouble adapting to, is no doubt the hot humid weather.

I remember how ages ago when he was alot younger, I read somewhere that babies release heat through their little heads. But I really wasn't expecting an extremely damp pillow and beaded sweat trickling down the sides of his face as he sleeps. In a cooled 22 degree room!

As such, he's been living in thin jersey singlets for most of his time here. And then, usually accompanied by these very Terminator like sunnies.

And on this particular day, he had on these very stylish outfit to go with them. But only to be let down by this sight of him peering over his sunnies instead of looking through them!

Nostalgia

So, it's time to come clean.  I am actually not in Melbourne. For almost the past 2 months, I have been back at my other home - Singapore!

We have been a little more busy than usual since we arrived. Sights to see, people to meet, places to go and things to do. And most importantly, rest to be had. Hence my very sporadic posts of late. I try to keep my posts short so I have more time to catch up on all the things I have missed out on doing over here since my last visit.

Kayden has adapted surprisingly well. From the second day we arrived, his meal and bedtimes are according to routine, despite the 3 hour time difference (Melbourne is 3 hours ahead).

He loves that there are so many buses, cars and trains to see. So much so, sometimes when I am calling out to him on our walks, I am totally ignored! The boy is a little afraid of the dark, especially when we are outdoors back home in Melbourne. When it gets dark, he whines to be picked up from his pram. But over here, in this vibrant city, he is loving every bit of the hustle and bustle, day and night!

And so am I.

It has been a long while since I have returned to my home country for a long stay like this. I love going through my old photo albums and laughing at my own nerdy self years ago.

But what really touches a heart string (I think a lot more for K's grandma than myself), is watching my very own son splashing around in the very same bath tub I used to use when I was a baby!

I never thought I'd be this happy to see a slab of concrete

Finally! Something to update on our new place. For the past month or so, there has been big fat envelopes being delivered by couriers from our builders. Drawings and variations we have had to go through. Huge sheets of papers we had to peer over, trying to make sense of the tiny little icons in and around the house. Errors to be weeded out. Instructions to be conveyed back to the builder on improvements. Which then meant big fat envelopes at our doorstep again, and us going over the documents over and over and over and over again.

But we made it through that boring part and they've finally poured out the concrete. Wet conditions have prevented the builders from laying the slab on any earlier. I am still hoping we're at our new place by Christmas!

Plain, grey NEW concrete ground, boy am I glad to finally meet you!

Not so smart on my part

So, earlier this evening the boy came up to me and said "Gai!" (Cantonese for going out). No surprise for me there, he does it all the time when he realises I am dressed and reiterates that we are about to go out. But after he said that, while still muttering "gai" under his breath, he went to the wall where I hung my keys. Then proceeded to walk to his pram and started climbing in himself.

I thought to myself. Oh wow! My baby is learning to communicate! I can actually 'see' his train of thoughts!

While in my light headedness delight at my (not so) baby's behaviour, I ended up actually taking him out for a walk.

Again, nothing out of the ordinary. But what happened while we were out was something that had me almost face palming myself in public.

WE spent most of the hour we were out with Kayden pushing the pram. Not me. He refused to sit in the pram. Or have me hold him. All he wanted to do was push the darn parm. For a whole 40 minutes, he pushed the pram non-stop. Only slowing down to take a closer look at somebody or something along the way. We even almost lost a shoe because I didn't realise he had kicked it off in his his hissy fit when I tried to pick him up so we could cross a road. I put him down after we crossed and after 5 minutes, realised he only had one shoe on. I had to hold a screaming baby who was red faced from throwing a tantrum over my shoulder while I back tracked where we walked before.

And to top it off, when he realised we were heading home, he finally cracked it. At our doorstop, he finally pushed away the pram and stormed off towards the direction where we came from. SCREAMING!

Just don't tell me this is the terrible twos coming on early. Or is it just the legs wanting to do more walks?

Urgh. Too much to handle tonight already. Good Night!