Goodbye Jeanie-Jean-Jean

Fuzzy's family is really tightly-knit. All it takes is a simple occasion (usually birthdays) for the whole extended family to gather for a night of chit-chatting, good food and good drinks. Inevitably, I've gotten to know Fuzzy's distant cousins (my F-I-L's cousins' daughters) very well. Heck, I might even be closer to my distant cousin-in-laws than I am to my own immediate cousins :/

Sadly for me but great for her, my dearest C-I-L, Jean, has decided to pursue her college/university education in New York; Bard College on the Hudson. She's doing a degree in Liberal Arts and Science- how cool is that?! We all showed up at the airport to send her off tonight for their midnight flight. I hate sad goodbye hugs because I know I'll miss her so much. Chubbs ran to the departure gate as she was getting her passport checked to give one last big hug and goodbye. It was heart-wrenchingly sweet. We love you, "Nani" Jeanie-Jean-Jean.

At our farewell lunch yesterday, with my other C-I-L, Katie, who's also leaving to study soon L :(

Like us, she's always hungry for soba. (Are you gonna kill me for posting this pic, Jean?)

Cousins

Chubbs has five cousins in total; three immediate cousins (Fuzzy's brother's), who are all boys, and two distant cousins (Fuzzy's cousins'), who are both girls. So the girls, Aimee and Alexis, aged 11-months and 7-years, flew in from Sydney and stayed with us for the past 2-weeks.

Chubbs had a blast playing with them, especially with "jie-jie lexis", and I witnessed his first toy fights with Aimee. It was really funny and interesting to see how kids work out an argument over toys on their own. Usually, it involves a bit of pulling, shoving and shrieks :/ Alexis was a darling, and very much gave in to the babies whenever they fussed. Thanks, Lex.

He was really sad to send them off at the airport, and proceeded to let out a mega bawl when he saw them pushing their bags and walking away :( He was inconsolable for a while. Don't worry, Love, another day time come.

Flee Flu!

Sorry I haven't been writing/ updating the blog. I've been down with an extra long bout of flu, sore throat, cough, etc. This is one of the weeks where I wish stay-home-moms could get MC. I don't know why I keep getting bugged by this drippy illness. Hard as I try, I can't flee flu! It's now been more than a week, and I'm still using up boxes of kleenex a day, and coughing up truckloads of phl*gm. Not pretty. Will be up and running again next week, I hope. Till then, here's a cute shot of the little cheeky one today.

From the Weekend

Chubbs made himself an "A" hat after watching a cartoon programme on TV.


Watching TV with Mommy.

Walking hand in hand with Tai-Gong in the lawn.

Sitting in the driveway, eating dinner and watching the planes and helicopters zoom by on the NDP rehearsal.

Assembling new Ikea lights for the driveway with Daddy.

Resemblance

Fuzzy circa 1978.

Fuzzy 32 years later, plus my kooky smile.

Just Another Saturday

We were Liang Court again for some Japanese food yesterday. Can you tell we like the place? Chubbs and I shared a big bowl of udon off a counter, he ate a full serving of milk pudding from Tampopo for dessert, plus a big handful of blueberries, some egg omelette and then a custard bread roll in the car on the way back. And then a feed of milk when we got home. This is rare, but he was a hungry/ greedy boy.

He slurped up more noodles than I did.

The three of us landed in the airport in the evening to pick Yee up, and we got there much earlier so that Chubbs could ride in trains to his little heart's content, and run around till his legs buckled. He had a blast!

Waiting for Mommy to bring the kaya toast.

My boys in red waiting for the train.

Learning about lifts from Daddy; he can now say "counter weights", and understands how they work.

Night at the Museum

To celebrate Chubbs turning 22-months old, we brought him to the Singapore Art Museum for their Art Garden showcase.

Chubbs and the big, white rabbit. He was thrilled by it.

First stop; a room full of green, pyramid-shaped pillows- which he got attacked by a boy with.

Tackling one of the many flights of stairs to get to the other rooms.

The fun really started upstairs. All I can say is... bring on the girls!

Some of the older girls that he harassed.

I had to remove him from the situation to prevent lawsuits from landing on my lap, and he got a few good minutes of alone playtime, where he could make flowers disappear with his shadow. Then he found a female fan.

She hugged and kissed him. Then flashed him :/

After she got pried away by her rather embarassed parents, we moved to a room full of flower robots that grow, bloom, etc. I loved watching them ands hearing them "grow"! And so did Chubbs.

Very intrigued by the flower robots.

Our last stop was a room covered with paintings of forest animals from ceiling to floor. He enjoyed the drawings very much, and took his time to admire the animals and stories behind them.

The big bad wolf. He said, "Huff, puff, phoo (blowing an uncomfortable amount of saliva into my face)."

Discussing the paintings with the in-charge.

Unfortunately, his fun was cut short when an older girl ran into him. The bump lifted him off the ground, and he smashed the side of his head onto the concrete floor. He cried hard. But my son is tough and sturdy. Once the pain subsided, he ran around unperturbed, with a red swelling that stretched from his temple to his cheek.

After he got taken down; still bubbly as ever.