My little mischievous one

Motherhood is kicking my ass.
Lucas has now mastered the concept of flipping and is now constantly rolling around with no sense of where he wants to go.

Once, I went to the restroom and came back to an empty playmat. After 3 seconds of sheer panic, I found him crouched under the TV console. Then there was another time when he almost made it under the sofa. Almost.

"Shucks Mummy, you caught me..."

He also finds flipping in small confined spaces entertaining. How he manages it baffles me. "Sheer determination," says his Daddy. I couldn't agree more.

"Easy peasy, no challenge!"

Dealing with an overzealous baby plus examinations every week is no mean feat. All these coupled with me mopping around savouring the last week of my twenties. I fear I may be having a mid-life crisis.

Mummy needs a spa day badly.

On a brighter note, Lucas has learnt how to say the word "Mama". A proud day for any Mummy. At least that's what I think he said. But he seems to only call out "Mama" when he's feeling really miserable. Either way, I'm not complaining. :)



I'm a lucky gal :)

I had husbo cook us some yummy beer battered fish and chips last weekend with truffle cheese pasta and clam chowder. Oh my yummmeh... Nothing like some happy fried food to bid the long weekend farewell.

Keeping my fingers crossed on the most dreaded paper of my existence next week. Pass it I shall!