Pigtails

My back is aching. I’m still in the office. I’m on graveyard shift today because my group mates found a groupon for a breakfast buffet at a hotel’s Sky Lounge resto bar. Since I’m usually in bed at this hour, my back is subtly complaining that I’m overusing it and that I need to rest. Unfortunately, I can’t. Yet. My shift is not yet over, I still have an hour. Oh, fudge. I’m also hungry. But I can’t eat because it would be such a waste if I can’t fully utilize the groupon deal to its full extent. Hahaha! This will be my first time to eat at a buffet which is, although bought at a deal, still pricey. I’m stingy that way. But today’s an exception because it serves as our team’s get-together for the month.

Well, next week will be another team get-together because one of our teammates is celebrating his birthday on the Presidents Day. And he wants to treat us on some brunch with music (yet again another graveyard shift for me) after Friday’s work.

By the way, baby Marc had his flu vaccine this morning. I’m so proud of him because he did not cry at all! My son is growing up so fast!

Although his weight dropped a kilo since last month, because he was already 10kg the last time he was at the Pedia in January, and now he’s only 9kg…

I’m not worried (just a little), because I can see that he’s really active and that could be the reason why he can’t maintain a weight gain. Speaking of very active child, our house is so messy because of all the things that he picks and throws. Not only he picks any thing that comes across his path, but he immediately puts it in his mouth. Then, he would start climbing the sofa, the bed, the TV rack, the list goes on. Even when we’re outside, he would bend down and pick something up. Even if I guard him like a hawk guards her prey, the minute I turn my head, he’s done what I was supposed to be preventing him to do!

He’s so quick and I can’t keep up. I wish I’m not this old when I had a baby.. hahaha!

Which brings me to my dream 2 nights ago. I dreamt that I was pregnant with my second child. What could that mean?

Now what’s with the title? I’m wearing my hair in pig tails. Then I braided them. Just like Pippi Longstocking. Well, not exactly, because I couldn’t make it raise. tee hee

it’s me,

figliarina lacrimosa