It’s our 2nd kid’s first month (YEAH SG50 BABY WOOHOO!) celebration. And yes the grandparents are insisting on celebrating it with a buffet and inviting the usual suspects over again.
We would love the idea — except that we are barely able to function as it is, changing nappies for two monsters through the night.
I am amazed the human race has managed to have the heart to follow through and survive for this long. The trials of making sure the little bunnies don’t grow up into vipers that bite your head off is NOT EASY. I mean “why the fuck did we have no.2” has crossed my mind. It would be dishonest to say it never happened. But then again leaving one kid alone through life is a little sad I must say. I grew up with one sibling and I cannot imagine life without my mentor and BFF, it would be so lonely.
Every night we have to perform a series of closely timed executions to ensure the two bunnies do not annoy each other, or both will end up bawling their heads off. For example, the older one will wake up crying for milk hungry and if we don’t get her milk ready in time, the little one will join in the chorus. It’s like executing National Day Parade every night.
The first night we did this on our own (after the confinement nanny went back) you should have seen the fireworks. I always thought that the confinement nanny always have the easiest part of the job. When the bunny is under on month and completely helpless that’s the easiest.
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When the kid starts to run about — oh boy.
Our eldest is busy running about endlessly now, and scheming up ways to stack chairs and cushions so she can get to the top of the table to get all kinds of illegal stuff.
And so…the negotiation for a simple first month celebration begins…
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