In the doghouse

And it’s Monday again πŸ˜”. Sunday was filled with terrible two tantrums and meltdowns. At one point I patted a weary R and said ‘see, surely you don’t want a third kid?’ Miraculously she became better towards the evening, but I think it’s because her cousin and my sister kept her entertained and distracted. I will torture my parents later, let me play first.

Having fun with LG.

Dancing to the Wiggles. She is a delight when she has my full attention.

Feels like it’s been a while since I’ve posted on my #daitaohabento. R’s favourite egg noodles with bean sprouts.

Made char siu for dinner, but I didn’t leave it in the oven long enough.

Had another go and caramelised it further at home. Much better. Only I was busy on the computer and forgot about it on the stove. I’m now soaking my burnt pot πŸ˜“, sigh, my mummy brain is so befuddled nowadays. Another horrible post partum symptom is that I’m shedding hair all over the place. Poor R is vacuuming the floor all day, the other day he looked at me sadly and said ‘it’s like having a dog’. πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…

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