No inspiration to write

So random pic #1 from a birthday party we attended last Sat: Jake with his spidey face painting with a weapon in hand, smashing the pony pinata. He wasn't wearing pants because he was playing with water with his feet in the pool you see in the background. #badassbaby

Random pic #2: we had dinner and plenty of wine on Sat evening with the husband and his friends. This was us at 2am. The foundation of this little two-tier was a national cheerleader and his girlfriend, who's standing elegantly on his hands is a pint-sized little girl who looks so little I feel like I can lift her like that too (ok, I probably cannot). What happened after this is even more mention-worthy - that the husband and I attempted to do this too. No pics, but also no broken bones #thankgoodness

Random pic #3: my kids this morning. I love how they look so similar and cute together #buaytahan #biasedparentidonchcare

Saturday loving

A grueling run at 0730 today. I pushed myself and did well! Very pleased! 7.4km on trail at a pace of 6.12 

Spy my little-big girl going off for her swim class. While I laze on the lounge chair and enjoy the peace and quiet for this 45minutes. 

#shiok

Diapers no more!

Well, nearly.

So it's been years that Kate's been toilet-trained and she only wears her diapers at night time (she's fine to nap diaperless in the day). We've been too lazy (with Jake being such a poor sleeper, we really didn't have the energy or the desire to throw anything into the mix to make our poor sleep worse) and truly, getting Kate off diapers isn't a priority. The only remote mention of it is how we tell her she's a big girl and she ought to stop wearing diapers. All talk, no action.

Then on Monday, her diaper leaked.

Our routine is that she puts her diaper on after her night bath and something must have gone wonky and she wet her pants (she obviously knows how to use the loo but since her diapers are on...) Instead of putting on a new diaper, I don't know what got into me but I told her to take off her soiled pants and just put on a new pair - without a new pair of diapers.

I told her that she should try sleeping without diapers because she's a big girl already... and the elements in the universe must have been aligned at that point because she did as she was told. (To those who aren't parents, you do not understand how something as simple as the child obeying without resistance or fuss is like striking lottery, or better!)

And so it began. I took precautions such as asking her to use the loo before going to bed, and I put a waterproof sheet beneath her bum. On the first night, I could tell she was kinda worried because she tossed in bed for a bit and then woke up to use the toilet. We encouraged her and she did really well for 3 nights in a row.

Yesterday was her forth night and she had an accident; but we cleaned her up in no time and she went back to bed.

I recall her having a few wet accidents when she was training to nap in the day without diapers, and I am prepared for her to have a couple of accidents; but I am soooo proud of Kate and I know that she will be fully trained very soon.

So this, deserves an entry on its own because it is yet another milestone of my little firstborn.

So proud of you my original munchkin!

Little flip flops for my little man

My family is one who loves their slippers. I wear them nearly everywhere and I love them. (Don't nag me about their poor feet support. My havis have print and bling and all!) 

So anyway, back to slippers. Kate has a few pairs and Jake recently received a few pairs as gifts. 

The first time he tried them on, it flopped (ha ha). Then he tried them again and after three tries, this little man can walk in his mini havis! 

Sooo cute. 

Thankful Tuesday

730am: both are still asleep and I look at their peaceful faces and my heart bursts into a million pieces. 

Monday

745am: Jake was drooling in his sleep and I went to fetch my phone to snap that... only to have him awakened and reading a book to himself (fine, he was merely flipping through the pages without reading). So cute.

Breakfast: Jake's beginning to exert his independence at his grand old age of 22 months 3 weeks old, and have been very firm about wanting to feed himself and sit at the "adult table". Here they both are, together. An upgrade from the floor. 

Lunch: a not-so-healthy/ spy-the-alotta-nachos kinda salad at my desk

Evening: Bubble time at the playground. This boy is obsessed with bubbles 

8pm: bath/water play time.

A good day. Feeling thankful!

Happy Sunday

7am: making faces.
(From top) Kate picks her nose, Jake in a mid-sneeze, us with our supermodel pouts. 

8am: mixing pancake mix.

7pm: post-6km.