Just in case you didn't realise, Maegan's officially a toddler on 18th May.
:o)
Monday, May 28, 2007
It's official. Maegan's a toddler!
Just in case you didn't realise, Maegan's officially a toddler on 18th May.
:o)
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Three hours to One
3 hours.
That's all that stands between Maegan and her turning one. It all seems so fast. Not too long ago, I was snapping photos away in the delivery suite while Daphne was pushing hard for our little one to come and now, in 3 hours time, she would turn one.
It's funny how I decided to blog at this time of the night. Typically at about 9pm, I'll either be coming home from my in-laws place or showering and getting ready for TV. But not tonight. I just wanted to blog about how I'm feeling about Maegan turning one. It's just coincidental that it's three hours time.
In this past 11 months and 30 days, we've seen little miss Maeagan grow from a crying baby in our arms into the little walking princess she is now. Troddling along everywhere saying "More" to every passing adult hoping for one more jump into the air.
She has grown from needing everything from us to saying please each time she enters our car so sweet that we can't but turn on her favourite DVDs for her journey home.
She has grown from a helpless baby confined to the four walls of our home in the first few weeks to a little girl who has more immigration chops on her passport entering Malaysia then her parents combined, travelled all the way to Kuala Lumpur, twice, and flew thousands of miles to New Zealand. All before one.
It's been an incredible experience for our little miss Maegan. More so for us as parents, especially me being dad.
This 11 over months have been nothing short of a crash course on parenting. Both learning how to dote and nurture our little girl but also learning how to cope with doting grand-parents who never seem to run out of ideas to spoil our little girl. That said, I really don't blame them. I've been told it's their job to spoil their grandchild. My role is to pick up the pieces.
More than a rewarding and fulfilling experience, this 364 days taught me so much. It's given me so much joy that even Liverpool winning the Champions League next week cannot compare (though it might come close). It's given me so much to look forward to and seeing little miss Maegan grow up, right before our eyes.
So before she officially turns one, I wanted to remember this wonderful year. How good it has been and how grateful I am to God for letting us be parents of such a beautiful, smart, cute and often cheeky baby.
Why was blogging three hours before ironical and meaningful? Well, Maegan's elder brother Mattheus was born last January and was only alive to us for just three hours. It was that three hours that Daphne and I learned to cherish life in it's fullness when we held him in our arms. All for three hours.
And now, three hours before our little miss Maegan turns one, I get to remember the three hours that I had with Mattheus and the wonderful 364 days Maegan brought to our lives and more importantly, the future we are going to celebrate together.
It's a bitter sweet moment that is hard to describe. One that is worth soaking in every single minute.
So in three hours, Maeagan turns one and it is the one day her parents will celebrate ...
... with a very grateful heart.
Happy Birthday Maegan. Daddy and mummy loves you heaps. :o)
That's all that stands between Maegan and her turning one. It all seems so fast. Not too long ago, I was snapping photos away in the delivery suite while Daphne was pushing hard for our little one to come and now, in 3 hours time, she would turn one.
It's funny how I decided to blog at this time of the night. Typically at about 9pm, I'll either be coming home from my in-laws place or showering and getting ready for TV. But not tonight. I just wanted to blog about how I'm feeling about Maegan turning one. It's just coincidental that it's three hours time.
In this past 11 months and 30 days, we've seen little miss Maeagan grow from a crying baby in our arms into the little walking princess she is now. Troddling along everywhere saying "More" to every passing adult hoping for one more jump into the air.
She has grown from needing everything from us to saying please each time she enters our car so sweet that we can't but turn on her favourite DVDs for her journey home.
She has grown from a helpless baby confined to the four walls of our home in the first few weeks to a little girl who has more immigration chops on her passport entering Malaysia then her parents combined, travelled all the way to Kuala Lumpur, twice, and flew thousands of miles to New Zealand. All before one.
It's been an incredible experience for our little miss Maegan. More so for us as parents, especially me being dad.
This 11 over months have been nothing short of a crash course on parenting. Both learning how to dote and nurture our little girl but also learning how to cope with doting grand-parents who never seem to run out of ideas to spoil our little girl. That said, I really don't blame them. I've been told it's their job to spoil their grandchild. My role is to pick up the pieces.
More than a rewarding and fulfilling experience, this 364 days taught me so much. It's given me so much joy that even Liverpool winning the Champions League next week cannot compare (though it might come close). It's given me so much to look forward to and seeing little miss Maegan grow up, right before our eyes.
So before she officially turns one, I wanted to remember this wonderful year. How good it has been and how grateful I am to God for letting us be parents of such a beautiful, smart, cute and often cheeky baby.
Why was blogging three hours before ironical and meaningful? Well, Maegan's elder brother Mattheus was born last January and was only alive to us for just three hours. It was that three hours that Daphne and I learned to cherish life in it's fullness when we held him in our arms. All for three hours.
And now, three hours before our little miss Maegan turns one, I get to remember the three hours that I had with Mattheus and the wonderful 364 days Maegan brought to our lives and more importantly, the future we are going to celebrate together.
It's a bitter sweet moment that is hard to describe. One that is worth soaking in every single minute.
So in three hours, Maeagan turns one and it is the one day her parents will celebrate ...
... with a very grateful heart.
Happy Birthday Maegan. Daddy and mummy loves you heaps. :o)
Monday, May 07, 2007
All I got was a wave
Being dad is at times a bitter sweet experience.
Today is one of those days.
You see, every morning since Maegan started going over to her grandma's for the day, I would carry out our normal routine.
We all wake up in the morning to the loud yells of Maegan wanting to come out and play. Thereafter after breakfast, I'll drive Daphne to her office before sending Maegan to her grandma's place where she will be treated like a queen and eat everything daddy says no to. (seems that in the realm of grandparents, parents lose almost all rights to their children, especially when they are working) and then I head for my meetings or to the office.
That's the routine for almost 11 months now.
All these while, Daphne and I always wondered when Maegan will finally realise that we are going to work and that she wouldn't get to see us until evening time.
We're told that babies don't have the concept of time until almost a year old and the inevitable time seems to be coming where she will not want us to leave for work.
You see, for the last 11 months, we were starting to wonder if she is at all concerned if we were leaving for work. Sometimes parents go through this inferiority complex where our daughter don't seem to want us around. But we always had an excuse each time she turns away from the door to her toys without flinching an eyelid. All these while, we were patient and we believed, the time will come when she grows older.
That day was today. The day where our daughter showed the first sign of crossing the great divide of babyhood to toddlerhood. Today was the day where she makes her point known that she wants her parent to be around.
Like every morning sending Daphne to work, Daphne would say goodbye to Maeagan and give her a big goodbye kiss. Unexpectedly, Maegan wailed almost instantaneously, not wanting her mummy to leave. It was one of those cries that says "Don't leave me mummy". But mummy has to work comes the reply and its heart wrenching stuff that deserves to be on the tele.
In the midst of her crying, I drove to her grandma's preparing for the inevitable that I will have to go through the same torment as my wife. It's hard you know, to leave for work when you baby cries like that.
So reaching grandma's home, I made it a point to carry her and bring her up. Fairly quickly and on cue, she jumps off my arms into that of her grandma's and smiled with the hugest smile. One that says I'm with my best friend now and I can do whatever I want.
Still waiting for the inevitable, I said to my lovely daughter "Okay, daddy's going to work. Enjoy your day ok?" and gave her a huge kiss while half waiting for the same cry to come.
Waiting ...
Waiting ...
Little Miss Maegan looked at me, smiled and simply waved goodbye.
There you have it. A bitter sweet experience of being dad that every guy should go through.
I still can't believe it.
All I got was a wave.
Today is one of those days.
You see, every morning since Maegan started going over to her grandma's for the day, I would carry out our normal routine.
We all wake up in the morning to the loud yells of Maegan wanting to come out and play. Thereafter after breakfast, I'll drive Daphne to her office before sending Maegan to her grandma's place where she will be treated like a queen and eat everything daddy says no to. (seems that in the realm of grandparents, parents lose almost all rights to their children, especially when they are working) and then I head for my meetings or to the office.
That's the routine for almost 11 months now.
All these while, Daphne and I always wondered when Maegan will finally realise that we are going to work and that she wouldn't get to see us until evening time.
We're told that babies don't have the concept of time until almost a year old and the inevitable time seems to be coming where she will not want us to leave for work.
You see, for the last 11 months, we were starting to wonder if she is at all concerned if we were leaving for work. Sometimes parents go through this inferiority complex where our daughter don't seem to want us around. But we always had an excuse each time she turns away from the door to her toys without flinching an eyelid. All these while, we were patient and we believed, the time will come when she grows older.
That day was today. The day where our daughter showed the first sign of crossing the great divide of babyhood to toddlerhood. Today was the day where she makes her point known that she wants her parent to be around.
Like every morning sending Daphne to work, Daphne would say goodbye to Maeagan and give her a big goodbye kiss. Unexpectedly, Maegan wailed almost instantaneously, not wanting her mummy to leave. It was one of those cries that says "Don't leave me mummy". But mummy has to work comes the reply and its heart wrenching stuff that deserves to be on the tele.
In the midst of her crying, I drove to her grandma's preparing for the inevitable that I will have to go through the same torment as my wife. It's hard you know, to leave for work when you baby cries like that.
So reaching grandma's home, I made it a point to carry her and bring her up. Fairly quickly and on cue, she jumps off my arms into that of her grandma's and smiled with the hugest smile. One that says I'm with my best friend now and I can do whatever I want.
Still waiting for the inevitable, I said to my lovely daughter "Okay, daddy's going to work. Enjoy your day ok?" and gave her a huge kiss while half waiting for the same cry to come.
Waiting ...
Waiting ...
Little Miss Maegan looked at me, smiled and simply waved goodbye.
There you have it. A bitter sweet experience of being dad that every guy should go through.
I still can't believe it.
All I got was a wave.
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