Amidst the crazy mayhem the past couple of weeks, we managed to squeeze in a long overdue playdate with S and C last Saturday at S' place. The babes had fun (though I suspect they are still at the age where they amuse themselves more than they actually play with each other). Here are some photos of them:
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Haven't been home at a sane time for the past couple of weeks. K has started acting up, especially at nights when I'm not around. There was one night I was summoned back cos of a SOS situation. She was apparently inconsolable. Makes me wonder even more--why the heck am I continuing for especially with all the angst filled days, arguing with people at 4am in the morning?! Thank goodness K is generally a cheery babe, otherwise I'm sure she'd hate me to bits by now. Oh, and who's gonna pay for all the botox / plastic surgeries to fix the damage?
On a side note, funny, but I didn't realise that it was actually possible to reach home in all of 12 to 15 min from the time I hung up the phone when I received the SOS call. The lethal combination of panic and adrenalin.
