Digital scrapbook of mine is somehow taking a back seat.
Into baking;
into sewing too.
Both are great activities at home,
keep the little hands busy.
Along the way,
been into nitty-gritty of household and kids.
Sleep-deprived.
But it is a joy to be in the process of learning and doing,
produce and strike off one task after another.
I reckon it is the joy to be busy with the little one.
Don't feel like stopping.
Too many to-do things in my list.
Watching kids is part of the to-do list.
Especially the one who is so eager to grow and learn,
who is looking forward to join the fun.
One day, second serving of her lunch.
She signaled that she wanted to feed her self.
I back off and let her try her hand at a simple task.
I smiled at her cheeky smiles;
at the little dynamo;
at her messiest fun.
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She was 16 months and 3 weeks old.
did i ever say that she is so sweet?
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yeelee
Sweet poem matched by a sweet-faced little one...I can especially relate to paragraphs 2 and 4. :)
ReplyDeleteYL: She is sweet, when she isn't a bomber to her mum. Thanks for re-visit:). hope things are back on track at your end.
ReplyDeleteJune: Thanks for dropping by. My No. 1 too, shouted, "my mummy wear my daddy's shirt!" I was embarrassed, at the same time had a great laugh:D. You have a nice blog there:).