On a regular Monday

Monday are usually my "Me" day, but after the festivities I decided that there wasn't a need for a rest day...


V slept since sun 730pm till 930am this morning... stirred and finally woke up while I snoozed more (as usual)

V: Mummy, Where's Nana?
Me: Nana is at home
V: Oh.. where is Porpor?
Me: Por por is at home
V: Then where is JOHN?
Me: Pops is on a business trip
V: Oh really? Then where is Pam?
Me: Nana Pam is at home
V: quiets for a while.... where is Daddy huh mummy?
Me: Daddy is at work

Rolls around on the bed and farts... then shouts. BATHE (with a emphasis on "the" so perfect the diction hahah)

No bathe baby, Mummy sleep 1st....

V: Brush teeth then..
Me: No baby, mummy want to poop
V: On Tv

Woke up to turn off aircon and she insisted on brushing the teeth... so its off to the sink. (brushed her teeth 3 times this morning) 

I think the toughest thing of being a mummy with no help is the zero ability to do a proper dump without disturbance... or at days where she opens the shower door when you are bathing.. insisting that its playtime. But after the morning mayhem is all peace for the day.

I'm trying to blog her conversations as much as possible as this I know is short lived before the WHYs starts.