Perhaps it's the newly loaded timetable, and the unpleasant issues surrounding it.
Perhaps it's the issue with Flor - having to send her back, and the discomfiture it necessarily entails.
Perhaps it's the worry about how the new helper would be like, and how Glory will take the changes.
Perhaps it's the tiredness of the past week - long workdays and nights.
Perhaps it's the doubts i started having about Glory's school - she seems increasingly neglected there, with the falls, increased whining, and soiled diapers that went unnoticed.
Perhaps it's Celeste's slight fever, and the general warning that HFMD may be coming around.
Whatever it is, or maybe it's a combination of everything, the blues are here.
With a vengeance.
Even a whole bottle of pineapple tarts couldn't help it.
I'm just trying to get through the day...
* * *
Thinking of my babies makes it better though.
Glory's such a laugh.
Yesterday, she put my breast-feeding bib over herself, and told Celeste, "Meimei, hide here!" indicating for Celeste to go under the bib.
Apparently, all the while i was breastfeeding Celeste, Glory thought we were playing Hide-and-Seek.
Celeste couldn't oblige, obviously, so Glory continued calling Celeste.
"MeiMei, meimei"
Of course, Celeste did not answer.
Exasperated, Glory exclaimed, "MEI MEI!!! JIEJIE CALLING YOU!"
She's a bossy one, this jiejie.
* * *
Celeste is a bliss to cuddle! She's so affectionate too, stroking our faces, talking and gurgling and cooing to us. In the mornings, after her morning milk, she would roll over onto her tummy, study my sleepy face and occasionally lean her head on my body. She would break into a sweet smile when i open my eyes and our eyes meet.
It's so sweet the way she makes herself comfortable on your body. She'll somehow suss out the most comfortable spots and drape herself all over you, resting her head delicately and trustingly... and all you could think is "Awwwww... i love this baby." and you just want to hug her and protect her all the days of her life.
And her first two teeth are starting to show!
* * *
Yups, absolutely delightful, my babies.
They are the reds that turn my blue purple,
or the yellows that turn my blue green.
Or the whites that turn my blue into a pretty sky.
You get the drift.
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