Photo update

These were some of the photos that I meant to blog about but haven't been in frame of mind to actually create anything around it.But since I haven't put up photos for a while, here are the kids, in their full naughty glory.


I have been chided for bringing them to McDonald's and I realise I can't win with those who chide me. People chide me because Mac's is an icon of evil globalisation and the big Satan that trods on all other small independent eateries. And that the food there is poison to their little bodies. When I argue that they don't eat anything from there except a bit of egg from Mommy's muffin or the yogurt then I'm accused of being cruel for not allowing them to eat the addictive junk that Mac's serve. Can't win either way but it's a nice place to bring them for breakfast because for all the criticism, it is somewhat family friendly especially the ones located in gardens and near beaches.

Fearful Mommy worried she would burst the balloon.

Struggling to get off because the guy just looks too weird although Evan did think that poking Ronald McDonald in the eye was funny.

My little housecleaner. Reminds me of that Japanese invention where they strap sponges onto crawling babies' knees and palms.

Packrat says boys are trained to sleep anywhere by National Service in Singapore. Evan hasn't needed NS to teach him that. In the car, at Godma's house with a badminton racket in hand, no problem.

Sharing a shopping cart. The only way to make sure that we don't end up paying for breakage. We didn't expect, however, that Little Miss and Mr Quickhands were grabbing stuff off the shelf until we saw the 2 of them gumming a packet of tealights. Umm... waxy.