I've did it before but it gets harder.
4 timezones ahead and God knows how many miles away from Singapore, I'm not sitting at the Koru Lounge at Wellington Airport waiting to catch my flight back to Auckland. And all these while since leaving home on Wednesday night, I've been missing Daphne and Maegan.
It's been great just catching up with friends and having meetings and all. The most fun was simply showing everyone Maegan's photo on my phone and seeing their big smile and the very often "how cute!"
Made me a very proud dad but one that really misses my babies. Both big and small. :o)
5 more days to go before I come home. In the meantime, I'll live with my daily phone call home and staring at pictures of my family.
As I mentioned, I've done it before but it does get harder each time.
Better go now. If not I'll miss my flight.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
First word
I'm staking claim to Maegan's first words.
Yup. Daphne was there to witness the very first recognisable words that my baby girl uttered.
She's been very talkative lately. Lots of ga ga and ooh ooh. She's resorted to screaming, fake coughing and her favourite "grrhhh" with saliver bubbles blowing out from her mouth. Maegan is entering the stage where she wants to talk.
And talk she does.
She recently looks at me straight in the eye, with her hands held up and started her fake little cries. Her dad looks at her, smiles and do the very thing she is asking for. Carry her.
So she does communicate with us but this time it's different. It's a word. Not just a word but one that we earthlings can understand.
Every thing she said before and after this word is not recognisable but this one word is clear as crystal.
There is no dispute now since Daphne was there with me. Maegan has officially uttered her first word.
"What was it?" you asked? What else could it be but ...
"Papa". :o)
I won.
Yup. Daphne was there to witness the very first recognisable words that my baby girl uttered.
She's been very talkative lately. Lots of ga ga and ooh ooh. She's resorted to screaming, fake coughing and her favourite "grrhhh" with saliver bubbles blowing out from her mouth. Maegan is entering the stage where she wants to talk.
And talk she does.
She recently looks at me straight in the eye, with her hands held up and started her fake little cries. Her dad looks at her, smiles and do the very thing she is asking for. Carry her.
So she does communicate with us but this time it's different. It's a word. Not just a word but one that we earthlings can understand.
Every thing she said before and after this word is not recognisable but this one word is clear as crystal.
There is no dispute now since Daphne was there with me. Maegan has officially uttered her first word.
"What was it?" you asked? What else could it be but ...
"Papa". :o)
I won.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Thinking further
Maegan has officially turned over. Fully.
Yup. Our 4 month old baby girl has completed her turnover successfully a few days back. On her own with no assistance. In fact, our helper only found out later that it wasn't us who helped her.
Happy we might be at this significant milestone, it does pose some interesting situations for us.
Firstly, she has gone independent and no longer needs our help. The next thing is that she will want to move out to flat on her own. Gosh.. she doesn't need us anymore! Help!
Secondly, the cot is becoming too small for her. She wriggles her way to the top of the cot and with no room left to wriggle, she screams at the top of her voice, not for help I suppose but rather "I need a bigger bed!" (notice, it's a bigger bed and not bigger cot.) Often, we go into her room only to find her head turned towards the end of the cot rather than the head. Bizzare but true.
Lastly, we need to be on our toes a lot more. We need to keep a look out for her just in case she turnsover on her own and get into difficult and life threatening situations like ... bringing a boyfriend home. (by life threatening I mean for the boyfirend's life.. not Maegan's)
In the mind of a dad, wild thoughts do surface while celebrating a huge step in Maegan's development. I guess it's important to plan ahead. All dad's do.
I'm just thinking a little ... further. :o)
Yup. Our 4 month old baby girl has completed her turnover successfully a few days back. On her own with no assistance. In fact, our helper only found out later that it wasn't us who helped her.
Happy we might be at this significant milestone, it does pose some interesting situations for us.
Firstly, she has gone independent and no longer needs our help. The next thing is that she will want to move out to flat on her own. Gosh.. she doesn't need us anymore! Help!
Secondly, the cot is becoming too small for her. She wriggles her way to the top of the cot and with no room left to wriggle, she screams at the top of her voice, not for help I suppose but rather "I need a bigger bed!" (notice, it's a bigger bed and not bigger cot.) Often, we go into her room only to find her head turned towards the end of the cot rather than the head. Bizzare but true.
Lastly, we need to be on our toes a lot more. We need to keep a look out for her just in case she turnsover on her own and get into difficult and life threatening situations like ... bringing a boyfriend home. (by life threatening I mean for the boyfirend's life.. not Maegan's)
In the mind of a dad, wild thoughts do surface while celebrating a huge step in Maegan's development. I guess it's important to plan ahead. All dad's do.
I'm just thinking a little ... further. :o)
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Guilty as charged
I felt really guilty this morning.
The reason? A SMS Daphne sent shortly after I settled down in the conference I was attending the whole of today at Orchard Hotel.
It was an early start for me as I needed to arrive by 8.45 for registration at the conference. From the moment I wake up till we left the house, we did everything to make sure we got everything. I still found enough time to play with Maegan a little before we left but it was understandably short.
Reaching the hotel, we found a huge bus trying to negotiate this awfully small lobby driveway and I had to alight behind the bus much to my frustration. With a long queue of car behind being blocked by my car, I quickly alighted and kissed Daphne goodbye before running up the escalator into the conference.
Right on time, I sat down at my designated table, introduced myself to the really smart looking people around me and my phone beeped.
It was Daphne's SMS.
"just now your daughter look at you when you left the car. her daddy forgot to say bye to her! :)"
Arghhh.....
"I was rushing!"
"I was running late!"
"There were cars honking behind me just now!"
"It was that stupid bus!"
All the thoughts flew past my mind and it happened. The feeling of guilt descended.
Sigh... guilty as charged.
Like one of the participant said when I showed told her about Daphne's SMS,
"Four months old and the guilt trip as begun."
Indeed it has. :(
The reason? A SMS Daphne sent shortly after I settled down in the conference I was attending the whole of today at Orchard Hotel.
It was an early start for me as I needed to arrive by 8.45 for registration at the conference. From the moment I wake up till we left the house, we did everything to make sure we got everything. I still found enough time to play with Maegan a little before we left but it was understandably short.
Reaching the hotel, we found a huge bus trying to negotiate this awfully small lobby driveway and I had to alight behind the bus much to my frustration. With a long queue of car behind being blocked by my car, I quickly alighted and kissed Daphne goodbye before running up the escalator into the conference.
Right on time, I sat down at my designated table, introduced myself to the really smart looking people around me and my phone beeped.
It was Daphne's SMS.
"just now your daughter look at you when you left the car. her daddy forgot to say bye to her! :)"
Arghhh.....
"I was rushing!"
"I was running late!"
"There were cars honking behind me just now!"
"It was that stupid bus!"
All the thoughts flew past my mind and it happened. The feeling of guilt descended.
Sigh... guilty as charged.
Like one of the participant said when I showed told her about Daphne's SMS,
"Four months old and the guilt trip as begun."
Indeed it has. :(
Thursday, September 14, 2006
3/4 Turnover
Heard of the new McDonalds McChicken Foldover? Well, introducing the new "Maegan Turnover"! Complete with cries, yells and lots of laughs (mainly the parents).
Yes, Maegan has officially turned over on her own without any of our help. And she does it now every morning at 7am. When I say turnover, I truly mean 3/4 turnover. She still has one arm stuck under her chest when she finally does it and it frustrates her so much that she screams. At 7 in the morning until someone comes and help her hand out of the situation.
It's a great sight. I was up early this morning and decided to go into Maegan's room to see her before I leave. And there she was, rubbing her eyes and slowly waking up. The next thing I knew, she started turning.
She's a determined baby. She tries hard, making noises of frustration when she fails and after a while, she finally turns over but, she still don't seem to be able get her left hand out on her own. And because of that, she screams and cries, waiting for her favourite dad (her only dad) to come to her rescue.
So yes, Maegan's officially 3/4 turned over. Great start considering she's only 3 plus month.
I can't wait for the day she can fully turn over. She would really enjoy it and so will I. When that day comes, we will rejoice. And so will my neighbours because there will be a happy baby at 7am instead of a screaming one.
Yes, Maegan has officially turned over on her own without any of our help. And she does it now every morning at 7am. When I say turnover, I truly mean 3/4 turnover. She still has one arm stuck under her chest when she finally does it and it frustrates her so much that she screams. At 7 in the morning until someone comes and help her hand out of the situation.
It's a great sight. I was up early this morning and decided to go into Maegan's room to see her before I leave. And there she was, rubbing her eyes and slowly waking up. The next thing I knew, she started turning.
She's a determined baby. She tries hard, making noises of frustration when she fails and after a while, she finally turns over but, she still don't seem to be able get her left hand out on her own. And because of that, she screams and cries, waiting for her favourite dad (her only dad) to come to her rescue.
So yes, Maegan's officially 3/4 turned over. Great start considering she's only 3 plus month.
I can't wait for the day she can fully turn over. She would really enjoy it and so will I. When that day comes, we will rejoice. And so will my neighbours because there will be a happy baby at 7am instead of a screaming one.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Feeling smug
Have you ever felt so wanted that it made you feel so good?
My daughter just did. :o)
Each day we get to my in-laws place after work, the first thing we do is look for Maegan. Sometimes she would be sleeping and other times, she would be taking a stroll with her grandma because she doesn't want to sleep and she wants to see cars drive by. (her favourite past-time).
We would then take turns to carry her, have our dinner and take her home. Nena our helper would then change her, carry her and when she sleeps, put her in bed and we call it a night.
Last night was different.
We got to my in-laws place and went straight into the room and saw our cute baby sleeping face down. Taking the opportunity while she is sleeping, we finished our dinner and played with her until it was time to go home.
Daddy as usual was responsible for putting her into the car seat and carry her into the house when we got home.
Usually, after Nena settles all the groceries and stuff, I would pass Maegan to her so that she can get her ready for bed. Last night, something interesting happened.
Maegan refused to leave my arms. Ahhh......
Each time Nena tried carrying her from me, she would turn her head and let out a loud crying, as if saying no to her.
What do I do as a dad? I carried her for a longer time, hug my precious daughter, played with her a little more, kissed her good night and finally passed her to Nena. And she cries. Only for a little while and she slept.
I went into my room where Daphne was and with a huge smug look on my face, I smiled at her.
"Daddy's girl" was all she could say.
:o) I love being a dad.
My daughter just did. :o)
Each day we get to my in-laws place after work, the first thing we do is look for Maegan. Sometimes she would be sleeping and other times, she would be taking a stroll with her grandma because she doesn't want to sleep and she wants to see cars drive by. (her favourite past-time).
We would then take turns to carry her, have our dinner and take her home. Nena our helper would then change her, carry her and when she sleeps, put her in bed and we call it a night.
Last night was different.
We got to my in-laws place and went straight into the room and saw our cute baby sleeping face down. Taking the opportunity while she is sleeping, we finished our dinner and played with her until it was time to go home.
Daddy as usual was responsible for putting her into the car seat and carry her into the house when we got home.
Usually, after Nena settles all the groceries and stuff, I would pass Maegan to her so that she can get her ready for bed. Last night, something interesting happened.
Maegan refused to leave my arms. Ahhh......
Each time Nena tried carrying her from me, she would turn her head and let out a loud crying, as if saying no to her.
What do I do as a dad? I carried her for a longer time, hug my precious daughter, played with her a little more, kissed her good night and finally passed her to Nena. And she cries. Only for a little while and she slept.
I went into my room where Daphne was and with a huge smug look on my face, I smiled at her.
"Daddy's girl" was all she could say.
:o) I love being a dad.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
More than 1000 words
A picture paints a thousand words. Sometimes, it does more. Like this one.
Enough said. :o)
Enough said. :o)
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Irritating Toys
If you ever want to buy Maegan a toy, please do us a huge favour. Please buy toys that does not repeatedly make irritating high pitch noises each time we touch it.
If you do buy a toy that repeatedly make irritating high pitch noise each time we touch it, no matter how much it keeps Maegan smiling and no matter how much she enjoys playing with it, we will ban you from stepping 5 feet near her.
Yes. One of her toy is driving me nuts. It goes off when I drive and yells "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!". It goes on and on and on each time the car moves. A slight movement of the car and it goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!"
It's one yellow duck that I want to drown. Big time.
It's cute. It's funny the first time you see it. And you dangle it over Maegan and when the duck goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!", Maegan chuckles and smiles. She loves it! And I hate it!
Imagine, you driving around town with all the crazy drivers out there who must be Singaporean drivers because they never use their signal lights when they cut into your lane and when I jam my brakes to avoid a collision, the duck goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!".
Tell me if that is not irritating, what is?
So, please do us a big favour. Buy Maegan toys that are fun to play with and yet pleasing to her parent's ears. You know, things like XBox 360, Bose Sound System, Sony PSPs are all toys that Maegan would love and her parents would enjoy.
Please don't be like that crazy guy who bought that duck which goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!" each time I move my car.
Who is that crazy guy?
Me. :o)
If you do buy a toy that repeatedly make irritating high pitch noise each time we touch it, no matter how much it keeps Maegan smiling and no matter how much she enjoys playing with it, we will ban you from stepping 5 feet near her.
Yes. One of her toy is driving me nuts. It goes off when I drive and yells "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!". It goes on and on and on each time the car moves. A slight movement of the car and it goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!"
It's one yellow duck that I want to drown. Big time.
It's cute. It's funny the first time you see it. And you dangle it over Maegan and when the duck goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!", Maegan chuckles and smiles. She loves it! And I hate it!
Imagine, you driving around town with all the crazy drivers out there who must be Singaporean drivers because they never use their signal lights when they cut into your lane and when I jam my brakes to avoid a collision, the duck goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!".
Tell me if that is not irritating, what is?
So, please do us a big favour. Buy Maegan toys that are fun to play with and yet pleasing to her parent's ears. You know, things like XBox 360, Bose Sound System, Sony PSPs are all toys that Maegan would love and her parents would enjoy.
Please don't be like that crazy guy who bought that duck which goes "Wee!! Quack Quack. Wee!!" each time I move my car.
Who is that crazy guy?
Me. :o)
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