Grab a bite of this
October 28, 2008
The husband broke one of his two front teeth last weekend. When five missed calls and two smses over a short span of time registered on my mobile, I knew something was up. He’d slipped on a puddle of water during basketball practice and before he could react, all 80 kg of him went hurtling towards the ground, enamel on concrete, the impact shattering his front tooth in half, the disengaged half in several pieces on the ground.
Dental salvage is a four-stage, month-long process and he’s already got through the first part of it. The intact half of the tooth is not loose, as I’d feared, so it does not have to be extracted. A crown is to be made to cover the broken tooth and that would take a few weeks to make. The damaged nerves that were causing much pain and discomfort were pulled out, straggly veins bleached of colour because of the anasthesia, like limp beansprouts without the heads. The wound was washed out and a temporary tooth was joined to the broken one with adhesive. The dentist had discoloured the temporary tooth so that it blended it well with the husband’s other teeth. A very professional job done, I must say. In the meanwhile, biting down with the front teeth is unthinkable.
What won’t I do for him?
October 23, 2008
The best thing about M’s music class is that he thoroughly enjoys it. Which is fantastic. The worst thing about it, though, is that the parents (read: I. Me.) have to do the homework
which consists mainly of materials preparation for the following week’s lesson. Cutting. Pasting. Attaching.
The poor boy has got a gut infection. Was given Pedialyte (an electrolyte-packed drink), Colimix for abdominal pain, Lactogard and Reutofene, both probiotics for gut health. That, and the horrible swelling of the gums where the molars seem to be erupting, has caused him much discomfort and that, trust me, has got an effect on everyone else in the family.
To get that shot
September 16, 2008
At past eleven pm yesterday, Andrew asked me if I wanted to get up to the rooftop of the carpark to photograph the full moon. It being only a day past the lunar fifteenth, the moon still appeared totally round, and very bright. So I put a sweater over my jammies and we took the huge 100-400mm almost telescopic lens and the tripod up.
The clouds were very uncooperative and we ended up with less than average shots of the moon with scant a detail. Argh. I’ll try again next month. It was really lovely in the beginning though, with the almost pure warm glow of the moon lighting up the nearby clouds. By the time we were done setting up the huge ass tripod, we knew we couldn’t get the shot we wanted. The clouds had come in way too close.
Oh well.
Anyway, it was interesting to note how we had spoilt the total seclusion of the carpark area for a couple of get-a-hotel-room lovebirds.
The fifteenth of the Eighth Moon
September 15, 2008
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday and the grandparents had wanted to take M and L out to the Chinese Gardens to parade their annoying Big Bird plastic lantern and the plastic cake lantern with little styrofoam balls swirling in a globe to the midi tune of Happy Birthday. Just after I’d fed them both and got them showered and changed, it started to drizzle. Then a little more heavily. So there went their plans.
Yvonne and Marcus called us up at the right moment to ask us out for dinner at Popeye’s, so we drove down to T3 and had hell looking for seats. But as usual, the kids had a blast. Nothing could beat each other’s company.
Early this morning, after the boys were awakened, little L reached out from the father’s arms to get to me, wanting me to carry him. Seeing this, the elder brother wrapped his arms around my leg to stop me from moving any further. Any other mother might have irritated to have to deal with such sibling rivalry before the crack of dawn but I was thoroughly elated. Barely half an hour later, I was saddened by the thought that while I am so loved, so wanted and so needed now, I would one day become only the second most important woman in their lives. Silly me.
What have I learnt?
September 9, 2008
Lesson of the week:
When you try on four or five pairs of skinny jeans and you look like shit, you ain’t skinny. Lose weight, you.
Of fish and men
September 6, 2008
Qian Hu Fish Farm. Never thought I’d be back, but I was.
shrimps, prawns, yabbies - whatever
L and the dad
M and me
Pretty much bored...
We bought a tank for our terrapins. I’m sure we won’t be back. But who knows?
