It's all about Max, Max and more Max (and Irene, Daryl, Dana and Creamy as well).
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Old Pals
On New Year's eve, Daryl decides to dig deep into the storage boxes and takes out the toys he used to play with as a small baby, as he wants to celebrate the New Year with them!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
It Takes Time to Learn How to Play Well
Monday, December 29, 2008
How Not to Eat a Cake
Friday, December 26, 2008
Quick Thinking in a Crisis Situation
The pants Daryl's wearing don't belong to him. They aren't supposed to be worn this way and aren't for boys either. As the saying goes, drastic circumstances need drastic actions. So when Daryl wetted his pair of long trousers and no spare one was available, we had no choice but to find something out of a female relative's closet and put them on for him.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Run for McDonald's
Hey, I'd better pick up the ball quickly ...
'Cos I got to catch an MTR train ...
For a big bite of my beloved Filet-O-Fish!
'Cos I got to catch an MTR train ...
For a big bite of my beloved Filet-O-Fish!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Hello Halloween
Friday, December 19, 2008
Snooker Pro
Daryl has not only built a rest with his Lego blocks ...
But also picked up the habit of chalking his cue before each and every shot.
But also picked up the habit of chalking his cue before each and every shot.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Incriminating Evidence
Thursday, December 04, 2008
School Alone
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Shopaholic (With a Twist)
Monday, November 24, 2008
Laptop Junior
In-house Training
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Smiling Faces
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Y for Yakult
Funny Old Buns
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Pancake Chef
My dream is to work at a McDonald's where I can make a lot of pancakes at the same time.
And to eat a lot of pancakes for free!
And to eat a lot of pancakes for free!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Stuck with Soccer
Animal Lover
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Covert Mission Accomplished
Close Call
God is looking after us, as there is no other explanation as to how Daryl managed to escape serious injuries over the weekend.
We were at a park close to home, and one of the favourite games for the bigger kids was the "Tarzan" game, where kids would grab hold of the handle and swing from one side to another. But there is no guardrail along the way.
Mommy and I were both busy retrieving Daryl's ball, which had been kicked far away by a naughty kid. Meanwhile, Daryl had wandered straight into the path of Tarzan.
When he crossed it the first time, nothing happened as the kid had yet started his journey. But when Daryl walked across it the second time, a kid was approaching rapidly and was swinging his legs really hard.
Imagine a high-bar gymnast swinging his legs as hard as he can just before the final somersaults and landing.
When I saw Daryl crossing the Tarzan for the second time, the kid was already midway through and had no idea Daryl was right in front of him. And when I saw his swinging legs, there was nothing we could do as my arms were not long enough to snatch Daryl away.
Swoosh.
I could literally see a breeze around Daryl's head as his hair was moved by the wind swirled up by the kid's swinging legs. Turned out that his legs barely missed Daryl's head by mere inches. And Daryl, oblivious to how grave a danger he was in, kept running towards me, smiling and completely unscathed.
In the days after the incident, I kept wondering what might have happened had Daryl been hit. Judging by the speed of the swinging legs, I would definitely have passed out if I was the one who got hit.
Now think about Daryl, who is still a baby.
It was a really close call. I keep thanking God for looking after Daryl especially while we were not being careful enough.
Thank you, God.
And I am lost for words.
We were at a park close to home, and one of the favourite games for the bigger kids was the "Tarzan" game, where kids would grab hold of the handle and swing from one side to another. But there is no guardrail along the way.
Mommy and I were both busy retrieving Daryl's ball, which had been kicked far away by a naughty kid. Meanwhile, Daryl had wandered straight into the path of Tarzan.
When he crossed it the first time, nothing happened as the kid had yet started his journey. But when Daryl walked across it the second time, a kid was approaching rapidly and was swinging his legs really hard.
Imagine a high-bar gymnast swinging his legs as hard as he can just before the final somersaults and landing.
When I saw Daryl crossing the Tarzan for the second time, the kid was already midway through and had no idea Daryl was right in front of him. And when I saw his swinging legs, there was nothing we could do as my arms were not long enough to snatch Daryl away.
Swoosh.
I could literally see a breeze around Daryl's head as his hair was moved by the wind swirled up by the kid's swinging legs. Turned out that his legs barely missed Daryl's head by mere inches. And Daryl, oblivious to how grave a danger he was in, kept running towards me, smiling and completely unscathed.
In the days after the incident, I kept wondering what might have happened had Daryl been hit. Judging by the speed of the swinging legs, I would definitely have passed out if I was the one who got hit.
Now think about Daryl, who is still a baby.
It was a really close call. I keep thanking God for looking after Daryl especially while we were not being careful enough.
Thank you, God.
And I am lost for words.
Unsolved Mystery
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Beach Boy (Fully Clothed Edition)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
All I Want for Dinner is a Chupa Chup
I've got a yummy Chupa Chups!
Now don't disturb me with a filthy hanky!
Ouch!
It's really sweet and I've got to get some water.
Now don't disturb me with a filthy hanky!
Ouch!
It's really sweet and I've got to get some water.
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