There is a different aspect to this posting. A simplier one.
Ipoh was a reminder of confinement, baby's vomit, waking up at 2 am and 4 am and 6 am!
The same nostalgic (can I say it was nostalgic???) feeling came back every night when I retired to bed. Remember the right side of the bed where baby's bedding was and how often I lie on my right to watch him sleep. Now hubby takes up that place again.
Remember how I used to come up to bed at 10 pm knowing that I would have to get up again at 2 am!
I remember the table in the room that was filled with boy boy's stuff...the milk powder and bottles lined up for usage, the diapers in one stack just in case.
When you become a mother, you naturally have to become a good planner as well. Always preparing all required items nearby in case emergency strikes!
It's so different now.
They are right when they tell me that time passes by really quickly. And we wish that we had not wished it away so quickly previously.
Boyboy created another milestone for himself 2 weeks ago...he can now lift his head perfectly and for many more minutes. He is struggling to learn to crawl and turn over though. But I think it will happen in no time. He is one determined 'creature'!
Only now can I truly say I appreciate the moment!
He moves ever so much and Sony or not, pictures are getting harder to take!