Last friday night, my daughter Kiara insisted of inflating balloons and it’s almost 11:30pm. whew!
my hub and i got scared ‘coz she cried without sound and gasped for her breath (10 seconds or so).
we tossed and shook her up, and thanks God, she cried out loud, then slept.
so figure out how saturday morning will be. do you think she’ll forgot the balloons?
now i’m the one gasping for air–25 balloons inflated–(and counting more–)
Children ask better questions than adults.
“May I have a toast with marmalade?”
“Why is the sky blue?”
“What is 10 x 10?”
they are far more likely to elicit a cheerful response
“Where’s your receipt?”
Why aren’t you answering your fone?”
“Who’s your lawyer?”
yeah, sometimes i want to be a kid again, where i can throw questions that my parents will invent answers and i don’t care. =)
she haven’t had a hair cut since birth, and i decided to cut some four inches of her hair.
smiling….was she contented…?
i’m glad she can’t sue me for a bad hair cut.
“MA! i need a mirror at the back, i want to see what you’ve done!”
Erica came here to Milan with his parents Roderick (hub’s cousin) and Ann. they brought a lot of stuffs and toys for kiara. caught some of erica-kiara-elmo moments.