30 minutes of heaven

It’s 11 pm and hubs has just put Ethan to bed after his bedtime story. Lately, it was Noah’s Ark. It’s rather unusual for Ethan to fall asleep before us these days. Especially after London, our little boy is still somewhat stuck to being in the London timezone; 3am means dinner time. However, today he is a little under the weather. Not sure what triggered his cold, but hubs suspects it was his swimming outing on Sunday. Gee, we will need to find out soon. Anyways, we have him a dose of Hydroxyzine and he is snoring silly now (oh yes, he snores!).

We are both enjoying some alone time. He is on his Macbook while I thought it would be a brilliant idea to do some self pampering. I’m desperately in need of one nice gentle home facial. So I cleansed my face thoroughly, did a deep facial scrub and finally applied this divine smelling mask; Aesop's Primrose Facial Cleansing Mask. It makes my skin feels rejuvenated each time I applied it. Frankly, I've tried many cleansing masks (and I mean MANY) and nothing compares to this one. It's light clay texture is just perfect, combining the delicate scent of roses, this is my favourite so far.

I got this quite some time back but obviously I hadn’t much time for self pampering and what not; with Ethan yelling for attention, cleaning up poos, hanging up laundry and finally crashing into bed without proper cleansing. However, the uninterrupted 30 minutes was heaven. Ended the session with a nice steamy hot shower and I’m all ready for bed.

This time, I’m feeling good about doing my proper cleansing.
Good night!

the ABCs of motherhood?

It was one of those ‘rush’ days where we had 95 things in our to-do list for that day. And of course, preparing Ethan’s dinner was one of them. So, I threw in a fillet of chicken, chopped some pumpkins, and brought the water to boil. Walahhh…, that wasn’t too difficult!

When it was time to put in the pasta, I spilled them. I was horrified, screamed on top of my lungs, flung one of those ‘swear’ words and thought, what a mess I got myself into. Feeling really annoyed with myself, I quickly looked for a cloth to clean up. But while scrambling looking for that piece of cloth, I stopped and looked at those pastas. Hang on, those innocent looking pastas don’t deserve such rough remarks. Also, I was making them for Ethan, and he loves his chicken pumpkin pasta. I shouldn’t be so nasty about the whole cooking for Ethan. After all, it was me who insisted he should have at least one home cook meal a day.

Isn’t that motherhood?

back

It’s been awhile since I’ve updated. It’s really a pleasant surprise to get calls asking how am I doing as they have not heard anything from myskimlatte. Thanks for all your concern guys. I’ll definitely try to make it a point to keep the updates coming; but really, I’m humbled by your concerns. Well, at least I know I’ve got a bunch who cares!
Just so that those who didn’t know, we just came back from London. Some may not know as Adrian and I were working quite a bit, saving up our leaves for this trip prior to the trip. And of course, Ethan came along. It was spring, but freezing cold. It was about 4 degrees one evening. Yeap, that’s global warming for you I suppose, but again, I was told that the weather in London is schizophrenic!


Well, it was an awfully needed break for hubs and I, and especially to spend quality time with Ethan. My little champion is close to a year and a half. Where did time go? Adrian and I often talk and laugh about how our baby is becoming like a little old man now. We recently taught him his pleases and thank yous and, now whenever he shoves anything right in front of your face, he’ll expect you to take it and he’ll remind you with a “kank-u”. Oh ya, he’ll need to look at the contents of his food before actually having them in his mouth. And yes, he started showing interest in what he likes to wear. Gee, turning into an old man isn’t he?


So, while hubs and I muse over all of Ethan’s quirky beginnings, I asked if he could help me blog about them. I was thinking two is better than 1, wouldn’t you agree? And hence, I woke up the silent author in him. He surprised me one day with this beautiful entry he did on his blog. I almost cried as I knew what he wrote was straight from his heart and it rather inspirational. So here, maybe when you don’t hear much from the coffee freak, pop over to the sound box to see what genre is playing.


p/s: I finally learnt the simple art of tea drinking after coming back from London.