I Love You From Singapore

When I, your dad, take business trips they are usually long like my hair and busy like you at night during your first few months of life. Thus, your dad, has not had an opportunity to write to you while he has been away. But, today, alas, I find myself in Singapore airport with a few hours to kill. What better way to spend my time than to pour my heart out on the internet.

These past two weeks have been the longest stretch of time that I've been away from you. So, when I finished my work in Malaysia 1 day early, I immediately called the travel desk and told them to find me a seat on the next flight to the states - which they did with the utmost courtesty.

My trip has been filled with visions of you, both in my mind and on the computer. My desktop now bares your glaring image from a posting below and many nights went sleepless as I stared at every photo that I could find of you online. If you ever want something cool to do, Google your name. A very hip, cool website comes up!

I just wanted you to know that when I am away from you, I miss you. I miss you more than mexican food, my limp iPod (damn non-US outlets won't let me recharge it), and really good beer put together. And, trust me, after two weeks of curry and rave music....well, that's a lot.

You mean the world to me even when I'm halfway across that world. I successfully kept my mind occupied by shopping in shops that I'd never shopped before (prada, armani, etc) and experiencing things for the first time (massages and karaoke). But while partaking in these activities, I never once forgot about you and how much I missed you. And while I had fun, nothing in this world can compare to the times when I'm lying on the floor watching you run around with glee grafitied on your face.

You rock. You roll. And damnit, I can't wait to be home with you.

The BOBsled

Another glorious weekend with grandpa took place. As you get older it takes you less and less time to get aquainted with grandpa... which, I'm sure, he loves!

So this weekend, grandpa brought up a kitty scratching post (that he made himself). The cat from hell LOVES it... and he also invented a new game for the two of you to play together... the BOBsled.

This is a game in which you sit in your toy box (emptied of toys, of course) and grandpa pushes and pulls you around as though you are in a sled. Being the clever grandpa that he is, he decided to call this activity, the BOBsled (since grandpa's name is BOB). Yep! you got your brains and wit from me and I got my brains (half, at least) and wit from grandpa.

As the morning progressed, and grandpa's herniated disc in his back was giving out, we decided to switch activities. We turned from the BOBsled to a barber shop. You decided to try your hand at grooming and tending to grandpa's facial hair... And what a wonderful job you did!

One more for the road....

Here's another picture for you to enjoy while you are overseas... You can see how puffy her eyes got while she was so sick... poor baby... i think she needs her dada to come home (or maybe I need her dada to come home)...

Awwww... we LOVE cookies!

We love you dada and miss you while you are gone in Malaysia!
We look at your pictures everyday and everyday she gives you kisses!

Where DID you get that 'tude, lil miss?

So today, like the last 3 days, you have been sick with a high temp. Although you are sick, to the untrained Ayjia eye, one would think that you are just a little fussy. You are still tormenting the cat from hell and running amok and getting into things that are less than appropriate (i.e. the cat's litter box... patience, you'll be potty-trained soon enough, my child).

After two days of getting less than 4 hours of sleep (momma is beginning to feel like dada) I decided (at 4 am this morning) that I would take you to the doctor (your dr, Dr. Kelly, rocks). So in the wee hours of tha mornin', momma made an appointment.

Fast forward a few hours

In the waiting room of the dr's office you were running around, flirting with everyone and anyone. After 15 minutes of waiting your name was called ("attempted to be pronounced" would be a more accurate immediate description). We took you back to see Dr. Kelly. As usual, she was happy to see you and you were happy to see her. So happy, in fact, that you gave her a big smile and said "hi dere".

Dr. Kelly asked her usual questions and then we moved to the written portion of the exam... actually, she then proceeded to poke and prod you and shine lights in your eyes, squeeze your tummy like you were the Reebok pump, and stick the popcicle stick in your mouth and on your tongue. Once we got to this part you gagged and grabbed her hand and pushed it away from you. Like a good dr, Dr. Kelly stopped depressing your tongue.

Then we moved to the part where she unbuttons your shirt and puts her stethoscope on your chest to listen to you breathe. Again, you shoved the stethoscope off of you and gave her a mean and grimmacing look while letting out the "dooooon't" whine. Dr. Kelly looked at you incredulously and at that point, still grimmacing with your momma's disapproving look, you said "bu-bye". Of course, being the supportive mother that I am, I burst out laughing.
After I laughed, you thought you were pretty amusing and kept saying "bu-bye, bu-bye" and waving at Dr. Kelly. Poor Dr. Kelly. All she could do was smile and laugh and say, "Where DID you get that 'tude, lil miss?"