Monday, February 12, 2018
Naughty Con
Sunday, October 1, 2017
TERRIBLE 2
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Connor BABY!!!
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
To be needed without replacements
Hi Connor,
Das thought about this a few days ago, when you just woke up for school, and obviously just want to stay home. Dad had little choice but to bring you there though. Mom and dad gotta work to bring home the dough.
But it got me thinking, about certain frustrations I've been having and why.
When you grow up, perhaps you will learn of this world too. it is a cynical, cynical world. And one where every team leader, every boss will say no one is irreplaceable. One gets used to it. I got used to it.
But your world, as I am coming to know more of each day, works on different rules. And some things, are just not replaceable to you. Your mom is one, and I am another.
It is a great honor, and one that I should appreciate from the start. But I didn't.
Well, because though it is extremely unflattering to be easily replaceable, and to not be uniquely essential, it does offer certain benefits and conveniences. For one, it means that I can take a rest, and I can do other stuff without the world collapsing.
So when for once in my life I am irreplaceable, I found it frustrating. Why can't I take a break? Why can't you just play with yourself? Why do you come running after me mere seconds of me moving away to do something else?
As I was hugging you on that Tuesday morning, you in your school uniform, me in my work clothes, I realised that I have became so desensitized to being unimportant, that when I finally became a VIP to someone, I instinctively reject it instead of embracing it. Crude comparison, I became so used to being given shit that I became angry when someone showed up with cake.
In a world when instead of being seen as me, I am seen only by my abilities and attributes, as replaceable parts of machines, I have became more foolish than I ought to be. To detest being put in such an important role in your life.
I have wasted 19 months and 3 days being foolish. It is time to reclaim some of my wisdom. It is time to relish being seen as a human again, as uniquely me. Time to love you.
Regards,
Dad, a.k.a. Dada
Monday, February 6, 2017
Our new home!
And CONNOR! STOP OPENING THE DRAWERS AND THROWING EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE!!!
Yup yup, that about sums up our new life. Mine definitely, since nowadays I have began picking you up from school. And those hours between the delight of seeing you after a long day's work and the relief of seeing your mum after hours of running after you clearing up the mess you make...
It's like a rollercoaster, an emotional rollercoaster. Swinging from being driven to being red with madness, to being melted inside out by your preciousness.
Each moment, each bit of emotion, is going to be the treasure I bring with me to my next life, when the time comes. And treasures they are, and you are my biggest treasure of all, the treasure generator!
Mwarkx!
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Naughty Baby Connor
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Work work.
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Overflowing love
Hello my baby con. Mama haven been blogging lately. Mama started working now. So tired. Every morning wake up wait for ur tardy dada to come and fetch me to infant care. Previously when he didn't fetch me I have to carry ur luggage and u and climb the stupid uphill near my house in order to reach infant care. Now ur dada fetch me so much more better. Can sleep for 30 more minutes. After work rush home and bath. About 5 plus den start crochet. Mama set up 2 online shop to sell my handmade dolls. So far no business yet. Until 6.15 have to prep aND go climb the damn hill to fetch u again. The walk back is tedious. It's like my leg muscle gonna explode. Plus u getting fatter and fatter everyday. Once home will bath u feed u and den play with u for a while. Sometimes gong gong which is my dad. Will bring u out for a walk. Den he play with u from 8 plus until 9 which is when ur dada reach my house. Soon we be able to live together. 😆 whatever it is... no matter how tiring and how fat u become .. mama gonna carry u mama gonna love u til I die. My precious conman. Muacks hugging u to sleep. My little tiny baby.