Got Cake?

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Chubbycakes here has been doing a lot of growing lately so it’s time for an update.

Oh, guess what his all time favourite food is? Cake. He discovered cake like a month ago when Kirsten offered him a tiny bite and his eyes immediately lit up like “WHAT IS THIS PARTY IN MY MOUTH?? GIVE ME MORE!!!” Pandora’s box of cake has now been opened and he loses it a little whenever he is in the presence of cake. Any kind of cake within his field of vision must be making its way swiftly into his mouth or else this happens.

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Ok, I’ll confess to sometimes making the cake detour into my mouth just to see this face because it’s funny and I’m a terrible parent and this face of full on rage is like 27 kinds of adorable.

While we’re talking about faces, these are some of his current choice ones.

Please, more cake?

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What do you mean no more cake?

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Urgh, I can’t even look at you right now. 

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Now that we’re done talking about cake, here are some other Theo related stuff.

//Watching these 2 play together is not good for my ovaries. Just last night, Theo climbed all over Finn and tried to kiss him on the nose, but he’s not very good at kissing so he just let his open mouth hover over Finn’s nose like he was going to eat it.

“Not like that, baby Theo. You must do this,” Finn said, before planting a proper, lip-smacking kiss back on his baby’s little button nose.

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//In a stunning turn of events, this baby is finally sleeping through the night. I had fully given up on having him sleep more than 3 hours at a stretch and then suddenly, it was like whole bunch of birthdays and Christmases showed up all at once. I’m talking 12 hours uninterrupted every night.

It happened while we were away in Melbourne – he spent the week at my mom’s house and I think it was a combination of not having boobs plus grandma’s amazing sleep-training bootcamp. It was like coming home to a new baby.

Well, I guess uninterrupted sleep is overrated. Hahahahaha said no mom ever.

A little clarity

Yeahhh the kids are back in school, and is that a collective sigh of relief I hear this morning?

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Actually, I’ve rather enjoyed having Truett around with me all day this past month. He’d join me for breakfasts, to the market, off to run errands; it feels just like the time we had just him and me before all the other kids came along.

Last night, I was helping Tru to pack his bag for school, feeling thoroughly pleased with myself for being such a responsible parent. I’d gone through his homework early, and even prepped him for next semester’s spelling, it’s all good. When suddenly, he was all “OH NO, I NEED TO BRING PICTURES OF STUFF WE DID DURING THE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!!”

“Wow, ok, we had a whole month to do this and you tell me this now just before bedtime? I can’t get you prints by tomorrow morning but here, I’ll draw you a panel of stick figures hanging out at the zoo and you can colour them in.”



Of all the kids, Finn has had the biggest battles with separation anxiety. He was doing well for a bit, but the past few months, he’s been sad and teary eyed when it’s time for school every morning. This morning, he was in tears again while he was leaving for school and turns out that he’s got a mild fever so the husband brought him back home to rest.

“I’m so happy I get to see you, mommy!!” he announced as he got home.

Incidentally, he’s completely well now with no fever or any other signs of discomfort. Some kids try to fake an illness, but this boy has perfected the art of giving himself an actual fever at critical moments in life. Very impressive.

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the face of victory


In other news, I finally had my eyes done last week and I would like to state categorically that my quality of life has improved by 5000%. No, much more.

I’ve been wearing specs since I was 7 and all I can remember is being dependent on glasses and contacts. Dry eyes, itchiness, general eye discomfort, that’s what I’ve learnt to get used to all my life.

One time, I broke my specs and it took a week to have them replaced. I was so miserable that entire week because all I could see were blurry blobs of colour. Waking up to feed the baby (Kirsten!) was exceptionally bad. I tried warming up the milk without putting in my contacts and poured scalding hot water all over my hand instead of the warming bowl. So I ended up having to stuff contacts in my eyes several times a night after wearing them all day.

These days, I open my eyes in the morning and instinctively reach for my glasses but then I realise that wait a minute, I CAN SEE. It’s like waking up to a miracle every morning.

And how was the procedure? Absolutely terrifying.

Everything about it was terrifying: having the suction thing clamp my eyeballs, hearing the laser cut a flap in my cornea (like a rubber band snapping sound), watching the surgeon flip open the flap with his pointy device, smelling the laser burn off parts of me cornea, watching the surgeon flip back the flap with his pointy device, and finally feeling him squeegee the flap down to make sure it’s in place.

After the surgery, my left eye was remarkably pain free but the right eye hurt for 2 straight days like it was being constantly being scraped with a piece of glass. It’s day 4 and I feel much better. It’s just a little dry and sore but I expect that it’ll go away in a week or two.

But for perfect vision, so worth it.

Truett’s Birthday Time Capsule 2015

Truett turned 7 when we were in Melbourne. 7!! If it was up to me, you know I’d choose to have my babies remain babies for as long as I could. Basically forever. Which is why I’m glad such things not up to me because this way, I get to meet Truett as a 7-year-old, and that is turning out to be such a delight.


Hey Truett,

One of these days, you’re going to wonder what you were like as a 7-year-old and when that day comes, I’ll be happy to give you this little time capsule made up of words and pictures.


7-year-old you is a pretty cool cat. You know how it is when you really like someone and it turns out they’re yours and you can’t believe you lucked out so madly? That’s how being your mom makes me feel all the time. Looking at you reminds me of how good I’ve got it.


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You’re enormous now, all limbs and joints everywhere, but I like that a lot. It’s the perfect height for me to put my arms around your shoulders as we walk. Daddy hopes that you’ll be as tall as Jeremy Lin, and who knows? At the rate those limbs are growing, there’s a chance of that happening. On the flip side, I tried to hoist you up onto a chair the other day and I couldn’t even lift you off the ground.

“It’s ok, mom, I can do it myself.” you said, half amused. Yes, you can. I’ll just need a little time to get used to this big boy version of you.

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Much as I want to be your entire world, I’ve come to terms with relinquishing control of Sole Provider Of Fun For Truett LLC so you can form your own friendships. It’s such a joy watching you hang out with your friends, and hearing stories of all the fun you had.

Although I’m not sure what I feel about all the semi-crushed handwritten love notes you bring home, which reads along the lines of “You must promise to call me everyday. I’ll be your friend forever.” I suppose you need to remember to put the notes into your folder so it doesn’t get crushed. Also, we’re going to have to talk about phone privileges/restrictions soon.

How about food? One of the perks of having a big kid has to do with food. Remember our epic food battles when you were a baby? You probably don’t. Why would you? Because you didn’t spend hours slaving over the stove to have all that nutritious baby food spat out, flung away and screamed at. I’d try to force you to eat and you’d show me your impressive collection of patented vomit faces.

Just the other day, you tried some of my egg white wrap with spinach and feta cheese! And liked it!!! I was fully expecting the return of Truett’s Vomit Faces®, but you nodded thoughtfully as you ate and then asked for more. This marks the beginning of a new chapter, one where we are not eating the same soup and fish for dinner everyday. I’m so relieved.

I like your company as much as you seem to still enjoy mine. Cheap thrill, but it’s so nice to have someone get my jokes and send some right back. These days, I don’t have to wait for daddy to come home to appreciate my wit because I have you and Kirsten.

<<Finn was feeling emo and he wanted me to carry him everywhere but I got really tired so I put him down for a minute. “CARRY ME, MOMMY!” he said, tearfully. “You WANT to carry me!” “Umm, no, I actually do not,” I mumbled. You caught that and started laughing uncontrollably. That was our moment.>>

Speaking of, we were playing charades the other day and Kirsten was walking up and down the room with her hands holding an imaginary backpack. We were all “What is that?? Exercise! Shoulder roll!! Catwalk!!” She got so exasperated, saying, “This is so easy, what am I holding??”

“Holding…your nipples?!!” you blurted.

I never laughed so hard at a game of charades.

Watching you attempt the tree surfing in Melbourne, I could tell that there were moments where you wanted to give up. It was freezing, your hands hurt, and parts of the obstacle course looked terribly daunting. Several times, you stood at the edge of the platform, considering if you should take the next step.

“You can do it, Tru!!” I cheered. You smiled, gave me a thumbs up and kept going, even when it was hard and tiring and scary.


You’ve been asking us about having more siblings (?!!) I usually respond with how there are already so many of you kids running around and I couldn’t possibly handle another baby. Besides, you’d have to share what’s left of your exclusive mommy time with another baby.

“But babies are so cute and if you have another baby, I will help you,” you’d tell me. Amazingly, I know that you actually mean it.

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I love you, Tru. I’m so glad I get to be your mom. :)

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