Home alone

It's hard for me to go out these days because I have a Muffin permanently attached to me. Unless of course, I bring him a long. I have done that quite a bit because of my need to break out of the house and just have a change of scenery.

The twins were off to the Jurong Bird Park this week. It was a long trip, from 9 to 2 so I didn't think I could bring Muffin with me. By extension of that, I couldn't go. That made me a little bit humphy but I didn't relish putting Muffin in a sling and traipsing round the park under the hot, hot sun for hours on end.

So Packrat went and it was good that he did. After all, it was a rare opportunity for him to be able to hang out with the twins and do school related stuff with them. And, as a result, everyone had a whale of a time. There were penguins, flamingoes, hawks, trains to be taken, waterfalls to be wow-ed at and expensive junk food to be eaten.

































Of course, as with kids, they remember the most inconsequential thing. For Evan, it was the guy who helped them get on and off the trams and the seaweed snacks the school gave that he thought were chilli hot.

For Jordan, it was the endless supply of biscuits she got through the trip.

For the both of them, it was the cold water they were given when they drained their water bottles before lunch time.

























And according to Packrat, Evan did not like the man who was dressed in a vulture suit and spent a large part of the time during the bird show with a frown and an un-amused look on his face. I cracked up when I saw the photos because the boy looked exactly like the Ng men in my family. It was the same pissed off look and the same look I give when I am pissed off. Evan sure does have Mommy's genes.

They came home exhausted and grumpy but seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed themselves. I missed them, felt a little bit left out because I had no idea what they were talking about much of the time and once again lamented how much the little addition of Muffin into the family has thrown a spanner into the works of our family and we haven't quite gotten back our groove yet.