21 hours ago
Last Friday...
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...I had a girls night in with some girlfriends. It was so nice.
I headed out after we fed D-nut and put him to sleep. I think I was so excited to be out on a Friday night that I drove in the wrong direction and ended up taking a route that was a bit longer than necessary. Anyway, it was really nice to be hanging out with the girls. I haven't spent time with them in a long time, and usually when we do get together, it's with the guys, our significant others.
We ate, talked, did our nails, curled hair, and all while Christmas music played in the background. It was a very nice, low-key Friday night. I'm so happy I went instead of falling asleep on the couch, my usual Friday night.
Books I must read...
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...when I'm done breastfeeding. Just kidding.
By Rainn Wilson. That's enough to make me want to read it. But really, he was on Rachael Ray's show today (I feel like all I do is watch TV in baby-excrement-soiled clothes all day) and talked a bit about what the book is about. It's got things like lists of things to try, like a reverse pickpocket, where you slip something nice in a stranger's pocket or bag. Or something like buying coffee for you and the person behind you in line at Starbucks. It has a bunch of other things in it too, but it just seems like a really good book to have.
Not to mention, it's an easy read. Easy, as in, you don't have to sit there and go through every single page. I don't have all the time in the world these days...which is why I'm still on page 3 of the first book of the Harry Potter series. :S
Strike a pose!
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D-nut
D-nut had his first "photo shoot" a few weeks ago for Hallowe'en. It was something we decided to do spontaneously and just for fun. We were so glad we did because it was such a funny experience.
D-nut, being a struggling and lazy sitter-upper at the time, made the photographer laugh, and of course, we did too. He didn't cry (he seems to do well in situations where you'd think he'd cry!) even though we had to wake him from his nap for the shoot. Luckily, the session wasn't very long because by the end of it, he was sprawled on the chair he was sitting on (think: drunk and about to pass out), sucking on his fingers, staring at us from inside his Hallowe'en costume, with an expression that said, "Are you done having your fun yet?!" I wish I had a picture of that pose. Anyway, here's what we got:
TMI
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It is VERY easy to find information these days. What do they call it again? The Information Age? Or something like that? Well yeah, you can find information an almost anything. It's so easy. At the same time, it's so easy for people to provide information. So easy, that there is almost too much information.
Think about it.
Does the world really need to know that so-and-so is wondering what colour to paint her nails today? Or that this-person has the worst hangover he's ever had? Do I need to know that he was there at that time? Do you need to know that they broke up but are back together for the fifth time this week?
No. No. No. Annnnnnd. No.
I'm not saying I'm not guilty of it. I am sometimes. I update my status on Facebook almost every time I sign in. Most of the time it's something silly or useless, and no, no one really needs to know what it's about, but I just find it fun to share. Kinda like how I write a post on my blog. No one needs to read it, but I enjoy writing. Also, it's for a select group of people who I know will be interested in reading it. So, as long as there's an audience, I think it's fine to share information.
But what if there's no audience? Or what if no one cares? Or what if the information being shared shouldn't really be shared? What then?
Too. Much. Information.
Lobster
Siblings with kids and we went to the Raptors Fan Jam a few weekends ago. It was so fun to be on an outing with my sibs and their kids and be there with Mr.S and our kid. I didn't even pay attention to what the Raptors were doing. We were more focussed on each other and getting the attention of one or any of the Raptors Dance Pack. ;)
When I'm done breastfeeding...
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Motherhood
I know, I keep talking about stuff I'm gonna do when I'm done breastfeeding (mostly eat nuts), but I have another.
I'm on a total accessory-tip. It's horrible (but not). When we go to the mall and I enter a store, I make a beeline for the accessories. I'm not sure why this is and when it started. Maybe when I started blowing up when I was preggers and didn't have any interest in looking at clothes I couldn't wear, who knows? But yeah, I've been spending my allowance on pretty little rings, simple necklaces, cute earrings and even charming bracelets...and I'm not even a bracelet person. Or well, now I am. And so, because of this expanding collection of accessories, I've been doing some binging (is that the gerund form of "binge"? It looks funny.) and have rediscovered my collection of belts.
When I'm done breastfeeding, I'm going to reconcile with my belts. It's too hard to wear belts these days, in the style that they're used right now (i.e. on TOP of your clothes). Wearing a belt means that when I have to feed, I have to either take OFF my belt or pull my clothes out of my belt and then tuck them back in after feeding. This also applies to if I decide to tuck in my shirt. Or if I'm wearing a dress (that isn't strapless). It's just too much of a hassle to wear a belt...or a tucked in shirt...or a dress.
Dang, when I'm done breastfeeding, I'm gonna have so much more to wear!!
I am like a toilet
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D-nut,
Motherhood
Every morning, as part of D-nut's daily routine, he sits on my lap while I catch up on emails and such. This is after he urges me to wake up, we play in bed for a bit, after I wash his bumbum from overnight pee and then after we figure out what he's gonna wear for the day.
Freckles
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I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm one of those Asians with freckles. A few of my siblings also have freckles, and that also means a few of my siblings do not. I'm not sure why that is. Anyway, since I was pregnant, I noticed that my freckles had appeared more visible. One of my friends first pointed it out and she didn't even know that I had freckles before that. My freckles must have, along with other parts of my body, gotten more pigmented during my pregnancy.Now, I still notice them more than before. Instead of seeing my nose first, which is what would happen when I'd see pictures of me when I was preggers, I see my freckles first. Is it just me or are they darker and more noticeable? Or is my skin getting lighter and they're just staying the same colour?
Then I saw her face...now I'm a BELIEBER
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Comic relief
(Mr.S sent these to me...we found them quite amusing. I'm not hating, I just find them funny. I actually enjoy his music... ... ... BABY BABY BABY OHHHHHH!!!!)
Memory Lane...
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Life
We have a whole bunch of friends who are tying the knot next year. It has been kinda nostalgic to me to hear them talk about their wedding plans, looking at their wedding sites, etc. And you know, I love weddings. Sometimes I wish we could go back 2+ years and relive the whole thing. It was so fun to plan and stuff, even though most of it was pretty much done right after we got engaged.
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