I hate being sick.
Yes, I'm down with a flu, high fever and a very sore throat. No thanks to the thick smog right outside of my windows as I post this entry. Yes. The haze has nailed another victim.
Apart from the fact that I cannot work well and cannot think well, apart from the fact that I have to postpone my Board Meeting because I am in no position to present anything to anyone, apart from the fact that even though I'm sick at home, my office called me non-stop, I hate being sick because I cannot carry Maegan.
I woke up this morning, groggy from medication, stumbled into my living room and I saw Maegan, sitting on the couch looking straight at me. Hi! I said and I walked over and 2 metres out I stopped. Better not so close I tell myself lest I infect her with my "hazimonia".
As she looked at her dad standing about 2 metres away, she must be thinking to herself "Why aren't you carrying me daddy?" But I can't baby. Daddy is sick.
How I wish she can understand.
Feeling a little better tonight, I managed to get closer to Maegan, kissed her cute little feet but not her face. Played with her but just not carrying her.
I need to get well. I want to be well. Not just because my Board Meeting is tomorrow but because I want to carry Maegan. It feels funny not being about to carry my daughter, even if it is just for a day. Sigh...
Tomorow. There's always tomorrow. I'll carry her tomorrow. :o)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Supposed To
I was supposed to blog about how smart Maegan was recently.
Yup, I was supposed to share about how she is being potty trained recently by Daphne. Each time she wants to poo, she will bring Maegan to the toilet and let her sit on the potty. After a while, she realised that sitting on her "throne" means time for pooing.
I was supposed to tell you how smart she is because for the last few days, she pooed each time our helper brought her to her "throne". Even her grandfather can't stop talking about it over our dinner of all times.
I was supposed to tell you how we are all amazed that Maegan, barely 5 months old is slowly learning that the toilet is a place to poo. She's not come to a place that she will tell you she's ready to go but at least, she poos when she's there.
Yes, I was supposed to tell you how excited I am to hear all these stories of her brilliant and smartness. Yes, I was suppose to.
I decided that maybe I shouldn't because I just heard today that Maegan didn't poo today on the "throne". Was the last few days fluke? Has she gone bored of her tricks that she has reverted to her old ways?
Sigh, I was so excited to share about her poo-on-her-throne stories that I thought about how I will blog tonight. But alas!
Perhaps she will poo tomorrow on the "throne". Maybe then I can tell you how clever she is.
Come to think of it, she is quite clever. For a few days, she did poo on the "throne".
Well, only time will tell. Till then, I think I'll not share about her pooing on the "throne" less you think I'm a proud father bragging about how smart his daughter is.
So yes. I was supposed to share about Maegan pooing but I think I'll keep that till she does it again next. For now, I'll just blog about more boring stuff.
Hmm... did you realise that Singapore is so misty lately? :o)
Yup, I was supposed to share about how she is being potty trained recently by Daphne. Each time she wants to poo, she will bring Maegan to the toilet and let her sit on the potty. After a while, she realised that sitting on her "throne" means time for pooing.
I was supposed to tell you how smart she is because for the last few days, she pooed each time our helper brought her to her "throne". Even her grandfather can't stop talking about it over our dinner of all times.
I was supposed to tell you how we are all amazed that Maegan, barely 5 months old is slowly learning that the toilet is a place to poo. She's not come to a place that she will tell you she's ready to go but at least, she poos when she's there.
Yes, I was supposed to tell you how excited I am to hear all these stories of her brilliant and smartness. Yes, I was suppose to.
I decided that maybe I shouldn't because I just heard today that Maegan didn't poo today on the "throne". Was the last few days fluke? Has she gone bored of her tricks that she has reverted to her old ways?
Sigh, I was so excited to share about her poo-on-her-throne stories that I thought about how I will blog tonight. But alas!
Perhaps she will poo tomorrow on the "throne". Maybe then I can tell you how clever she is.
Come to think of it, she is quite clever. For a few days, she did poo on the "throne".
Well, only time will tell. Till then, I think I'll not share about her pooing on the "throne" less you think I'm a proud father bragging about how smart his daughter is.
So yes. I was supposed to share about Maegan pooing but I think I'll keep that till she does it again next. For now, I'll just blog about more boring stuff.
Hmm... did you realise that Singapore is so misty lately? :o)
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Kicked off my bed
I've been kicked off my bed by Maegan. Not once, but twice.
Yup. My daughter, with the help of her mummy is learning how to kick me off my bed.
Ok, not kick as in physically kick but she has been sleeping and lying between us on our bed in the morning after she wakes up. Daphne will often carry her in and let her play and roll about while her daddy is still asleep.
And when I start turning, I would often get a rude shock "Hey, watch it!" from Daphne and I'll jump up awake realising that I almost crushed my beautiful daughter. (How was I suppose to know she was there in the first place!!!! :o) ..)
So there she is, lying there with her angelic face and sweet sounding voices. She plays with her mummy, turns around to see the half awake me and she starts oohing and ahhing. And then it happens, she looks at me straight in my eyes and starts to roll towards me.
When she finally runs out of room because I'm in the way, she would start crying and complaining. "Move over a little for her" Daphne would say. But there's no more space!!!
And so I was, out of my bed giving space to Maegan to roll on our bed. My side of the bed and me, standing there making sure she don't roll off the bed like her daddy.
:o( Being the only guy in the family now, I'm starting to feel a little outnumbered and bullied. Humph...
I wonder she would turn towards mummy if I switch her around? Hmmm....
Worth a try don't you think? :o)
Yup. My daughter, with the help of her mummy is learning how to kick me off my bed.
Ok, not kick as in physically kick but she has been sleeping and lying between us on our bed in the morning after she wakes up. Daphne will often carry her in and let her play and roll about while her daddy is still asleep.
And when I start turning, I would often get a rude shock "Hey, watch it!" from Daphne and I'll jump up awake realising that I almost crushed my beautiful daughter. (How was I suppose to know she was there in the first place!!!! :o) ..)
So there she is, lying there with her angelic face and sweet sounding voices. She plays with her mummy, turns around to see the half awake me and she starts oohing and ahhing. And then it happens, she looks at me straight in my eyes and starts to roll towards me.
When she finally runs out of room because I'm in the way, she would start crying and complaining. "Move over a little for her" Daphne would say. But there's no more space!!!
And so I was, out of my bed giving space to Maegan to roll on our bed. My side of the bed and me, standing there making sure she don't roll off the bed like her daddy.
:o( Being the only guy in the family now, I'm starting to feel a little outnumbered and bullied. Humph...
I wonder she would turn towards mummy if I switch her around? Hmmm....
Worth a try don't you think? :o)
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Coming home to my babies
She smiled. What else could I ask for?
Being gone for 7 days isn't something new but to be away in a country 5 timezones and 10 hours flight away from my daughter is somewhat new and hard for me.
For the past week, I've been in Auckland and Wellington, New Zealand for meetings. Managed to squeeze in a good friend's wedding in Rotorua in between but it was a busy trip. Somehow no matter how busy you are, you still think of home.
In all the meetings I was in, I find myself sharing about being a new dad and showing off Maegan's photo to everyone on my mobile. It started the moment I left, on the flight from Changi to Auckland and I showed her photo to the couple sitting beside me.
So you can imagine how much I miss home. Before I left, I even resorted into taking videos of her on my mobile so that I can "see" her when I'm in NZ.
After all the missing of home, I finally returned yesterday night. I was so excited. Spoke to Daphne before I boarded the plane and I knew Maegan was going to be there. The first time she's seeing her dad come home at the airport. How exciting is that?
Will she remember be? Has she grown bigger? Will she cry when she sees me? Will she be asleep when I arrive? Will she not let me carry her?
10 hours of plane journey with the occasional funny thought how she will be.
It's great having people you love receive you at the airport. Daphne and Maegan, my mum and Daphne's parents all arranged to have dinner at the airport. They seem to think that I've been away for 7 years but it was great having them there.
After clearing customs, I did my routine at the Duty Free Shop but found myself looking at the long queue and with my eagerness to see Maegan and Daphen growing by the minute, I decided not to buy my regular beer and wine and headed straight for baggage claim.
And there she was in her pram. Daphne pushed her closer to the glass and I went straight to her and waved vigourously. And she stared into my eyes, and stared and stared.
And then she smiled. What else could I ask for? :o)
Being gone for 7 days isn't something new but to be away in a country 5 timezones and 10 hours flight away from my daughter is somewhat new and hard for me.
For the past week, I've been in Auckland and Wellington, New Zealand for meetings. Managed to squeeze in a good friend's wedding in Rotorua in between but it was a busy trip. Somehow no matter how busy you are, you still think of home.
In all the meetings I was in, I find myself sharing about being a new dad and showing off Maegan's photo to everyone on my mobile. It started the moment I left, on the flight from Changi to Auckland and I showed her photo to the couple sitting beside me.
So you can imagine how much I miss home. Before I left, I even resorted into taking videos of her on my mobile so that I can "see" her when I'm in NZ.
After all the missing of home, I finally returned yesterday night. I was so excited. Spoke to Daphne before I boarded the plane and I knew Maegan was going to be there. The first time she's seeing her dad come home at the airport. How exciting is that?
Will she remember be? Has she grown bigger? Will she cry when she sees me? Will she be asleep when I arrive? Will she not let me carry her?
10 hours of plane journey with the occasional funny thought how she will be.
It's great having people you love receive you at the airport. Daphne and Maegan, my mum and Daphne's parents all arranged to have dinner at the airport. They seem to think that I've been away for 7 years but it was great having them there.
After clearing customs, I did my routine at the Duty Free Shop but found myself looking at the long queue and with my eagerness to see Maegan and Daphen growing by the minute, I decided not to buy my regular beer and wine and headed straight for baggage claim.
And there she was in her pram. Daphne pushed her closer to the glass and I went straight to her and waved vigourously. And she stared into my eyes, and stared and stared.
And then she smiled. What else could I ask for? :o)
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