Here’s to the gorgeous colours we’ll continue adding to our beautiful country.
And here’s our little boss right here wishing a happy Merdeka! 🙋👶❤️
(Photo also featured on @makchic together with the babies of other Makchic writers.)
"So are we going swimming or are you just gonna stand there taking photos for the umpteenth time?"👶👀🏊🌸
You know you’re a working mom when the time you dash to work is highly dependent on your baby’s sleeping behaviour the night before, you end up with a tiny bit of baby puke on your work outfit in the morning, you hastily rub it away with the baby wipes you’ve got in your handbag, and…you’re delighted to find cheap rubber duckies at the kedai runcit next to that gerai nasi lemak your husband is a little too busy at.
Good morning. ❤️💁🐤
Not sure how to concentrate at work when the day is comfortably cold and the mind is pleasingly rewinding more new recipes to have a go at #OrkedsKitchen. 👶🍴👅❤️
We aren’t exactly driving into a faded memory. And not because we’ve got the windscreen wipers fixed. You’ve got your hands reaching out to mine. And mine, yours. And the trees are of the prettiest hue the earth could offer.
#TodayImGratefulFor each millisecond of singing “You Are My Sunshine and seeing my little lady flash that gorgeous grin of hers as I gave her a warm bath. She’s got my heart revelling in sweet, sweet comfort after a long day.
#TodayImGratefulFor my daughter’s morning scent, and then being able to hold her tight as the gorgeous morning sky glimmered across us outside the car window.
(Been feeling a little blah lately, I thought I could use some beautiful reminders of the kind, kind things I should be grateful for.)
When I was little, I often got baffled by and amazed at the things my mum knew that I thought only I knew. “A mother’s instinct,” she said. And a little more amazed, I went.
Nothing’s changed. I still am very much amazed for as much as being amazed could go. By the things my mum magically knows, and this time, also by this indescribable strong bond I feel with my baby and how I can tell when she’s tired, when she’s feeling okay, when she’d love some socializing or otherwise. I could feel it each and every time, and I know. I just know. Like on some nursing sessions, where I feel such strong wondrous bonding vibes that get us both delving deeper into a beautiful, comforting silence, just the two of us. I can feel it when she’s comfortably falling into a beautiful sleep. I get comforted embracing this amazing bond that surrounds us during these magical nursing sessions. It can go for as long as an hour, and then a little more. And then I get uneasy when we’re interrupted. When a sudden noise pops up. When someone else starts a conversation. Because it has been just the two of us. Just me and my baby. And I get uneasy when the people surrounding us attempt to socialize with my baby at this time. I know she’s tired. I know she’s comfortably trying to fall asleep. I know and I can feel it, the way my mother knows about the things I thought only I knew.
It’s magical and it surrounds me now in ways I never could have imagined; a mother’s instinct. (And so I wrote a poem.) #poemsonreceipts