It's all about Max, Max and more Max (and Irene, Daryl, Dana and Creamy as well).
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Shopaholic (With a Twist)
Like his Mommy, Daryl loves shopping. But unlike his Mommy, Daryl loves shopping while sucking his pacifier ...
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.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
A Responsible Driver
Sushi Chef
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Mamma Mia
Why Do Children Cry?
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
There is Something Daryl Can't Do
Think Before You Drink
Monday, November 03, 2008
The Price of Being Sexy
Panic Time for Pandas
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