The Luckiest

Sometimes when I wake up in the morning on a weekend or a holiday, I spend the first few minutes looking around and wonder how I ever got here. With fluffy bears and toy cars on the bed - fluffy towels and milk bottles lying around - hands and feet everywhere, just waiting for the first stirrings of life, or the first wail to break the peace of the early morn ......

With toys strewn all over the floor - and paint brushes and paintings on a table - with dishes in the kitchen sink and piles of laundry waiting to be done - with garbage waiting to be disposed of and poo in plastic bags by the front door.

And all I see is this.

And I wonder how I lucked out. With all the missteps and blind alleys and travails of the dating world and relationships, I wonder how I ever ended up with the woman who gave me these three beautiful children.



Truth is, I do feel like the geeky, dorky red-haired guy who ended up with Rachel McAdams ...

NB. Ben Folds' 'The Luckiest' explained. And Richard Curtis is the one writer whose movies we look forward to.

Postscript : This post may perhaps be ever so slightly rose tinged, but then it's early morn and I've just woken up....
Reality is disruptions, distractions and sometimes just outright distress. But the song tells what I'm feeling and .... you get the idea, don't you ?

Earth Angel ... the Reason our Hands are Full.

We've been off for quite some time without really posting anything on this blog. Had our hands full, you see. Major part distraction, minor part burn out. But I just thought that it was time to introduce the newest addition to the brood.





























This little girl was named Carys Chong Sze Man .... I think.
I had to check.
Sometimes you lose track after a while and especially when the brood gets a little bigger.

Born on her mother's birthday. The whole family were celebrating the mum's birthday with dinner at Bumbu Bali - a place that used to serve a most sensational grilled lamb chop (sadly, no longer the case). It was 20:00+ hrs when the mum indicated that it was time.
So we paid the bill - went home to grab the overnight bag - dropped the kids off at the nanny's - and headed to the hospital, which was just five minutes drive from Bumbu Bali. Big, big detour.
A little rushed, but no panic.

Once there, we wondered whether she'd make it out in time for her mom's birthday. She duly popped out at 23:24hrs and proceeded to save me the expense of an additional birthday cake every year for the foreseeable future. A much appreciated gesture.

This little girl cries louder than her siblings. She's also more demanding. Drinks milk in smaller quantities, but on a more frequent basis. Wakes up more often in the middle of the night. We've got the makings of a diva on our hands.
At the very least, she's higher maintenance compared to her sister and brother.

I don't know what else she brings to the table as she's still so very young. At least her siblings are not showing signs of jealousy - not too much, anyway.

As for us, we'll just muddle along - hoping to do the best we can with our limited resources - and praying that somewhere along the way, we'll raise this three kids right in the eyes of God.

And if we have laughter and tears and smiles,
And hugs and cuddles and kisses,
And sharing and caring and relatives and friends; well,
It would have made for a more joyful and loving journey in our lives.
And isn't that what we all wish for ?