Being a mummy...

I'm getting mummy-syndrome.

You know, when "mummies" go on and on about their "kids" and they start to light up whenever they describe about their mundane daily activities.

and then they start asking if your "kid" does this and your "kid" does that.

and start buying tons of things for the "kid", busting your banks for that little terror.

yeap...it's all coming to me.

but he's been a bundle of joy! i would love to take him out and show off, but he hasn't got his 2nd vaccination shot yet, so it's not safe. plus...he can't quite grasp the idea of "NO!" yet. all he wans is to jump on things, run around ppl's legs, bite the toilet roll and tear up newspapers meant for his poopoo or peepee.

i'm waking up earlier and leaving home later for work.

and i come home and spend at least 2 hours tending to his needs.

i call him "the little master".

ahh...i wan my life back! hahahaaaaa....