Baby Boy's big day put on the bus

It was Chinese New Year Celebrations at work today so I decided that I would take Evan with me for it. I would have loved to take the both of them but I only have one pair of hands and my eyes only look forward so all those who suggested I strap one in front and one behind must think I have eyes like a fly. I felt extremely guilty for having chosen to take Evan over Baby J. I had thought that Evan was a better bet because sometimes Baby J sleeps in a little bit and doesn't get up till past 7. Evan I knew, would be up at the crack of dawn. Unfortunately, Baby J woke up too so I had to apologise to her and kiss her and promise her that I would take her out the next time.

Anyway, Evan seemed to have enjoyed himself. He busied himself with all the wires on my table, messed up my filing system of papers and attempted to fling everything on my table off it. Never mind where it landed, off was good! All this while I was desperately trying to feed him his bottle. Eventually mixing the milk into his breakfast cereal seemed to be the way to kill two birds with one stone.

Thankfully my reservations about how Evan might react to the loud music, lion dance drums and 2000 adolescents milling around were unfounded. In fact he charmed his way into the hearts of a bevy of girls who were ready to fall dead faint every time he flashed his one-tooth grin at them. It also made giving him breakfast much easier. In fact, I think giving him breakfast in the open with a nice cool morning breeze helped as well. The only problem is such a breeze doesn't exist at home unless, and that's why I desperately want to, move to the East. Well, that, among other reasons.

I'm always happy to just have one of them with me. At home, the kids are often comfortable with everyone else and I'm always busy with expressing or doing something or other for them so I leave them to be entertained or have their needs taken care of by other people. When I'm out with just one of them, they have no one else to distract them and I have to pay full attention to whoever is with me and it always turns out to be a fun and wonderful alone time for mommy and baby. So much so that I decided to brave public transport home with Evan.

I had initially thought we'd take a cab home. But then I thought, I had the baby slung onto me and all I had was one bag, I was pretty sure I'd be able to hazard the 5 minute bus ride home. And if he did fuss, I could always stick out my hand and flag a cab. Thankfully, he was an angel, looking at all the traffic; nothing new to him as we do live by a busy main road.

This is him, just chillin' and waiting for the bus.










And he looked much more interested when we got onto the bus trying to grab the bars and the seats and scratch the upholstery on the seats. He was also happy enough to entertain fellow commuters with his baby commentary about all the goings on on the bus. Everytime the bus buzzer went off, the boy would crane his head around to figure out where the "ding dong" sound was coming from.










So my next adventure will be Jordan on the bus or the train! Stay tuned.