Superpowers

“ahhh burrr (Sam’s favourite word currently), so sleepy”, said Sam. His eyelids felt as heavy as a boob waiting to be suckled. He was at grandma’s waiting for Mummy and Daddy to come pick him up.

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“just… one more…taste…my…yummy hands” but Sam unknowingly drifts off on a daring adventure, complete with all-you-can-drink milk bars (boobs), dodging crazy huge adult faces, and oversized, intruding extremities.

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BANG! a sudden, loud sound (usually a cough or sneeze) startles Sam awake. Light slowly fills his eyes as he squints to focus on an unfamiliar place. “keh keh, ahhh guuurrr, where am i?” he wonders aloud to himself.

“Sammmm, you’re at home!” cooed Mummy.

“but but… how!?” said Sam, perplexed.

“Could it really be? I have super powers!? One moment i was at grandma’s, and the next, here, at home!” Sam’s thoughts went wild. “now, if i close my eyes for a bit longer, i’ll end up back at grandma’s!”

10 hours later, Sam the teleporter, is back at grandma’s… sucking on his hands. but that is a story for another day.

 

 

Adulting

Three months of adulting has really changed our lives. we are now, officially, boring adults with a rigid routine. We do the same things at the same time every. single. day. We are no fun at all, we reject invitations for meet ups on purpose, have no sense of spontaneity, and spoil the party by leaving early.

Speaking about early, adulting has made us sleep and wake early. 545am (5am for Vanessa) early actually. to send Sam to grandma’s for the day. while we both head back to work. We also end work earlier to pick him up from grandma’s, then it’s time to head home to settle in for the night. bedtime? 1045pm. wow. so adult.

even during lunch time, adulting behaviour is observed. after buying some stuff during lunch time.

colleague enjoying bubble tea: “hey what did you buy?”

me: “oh no nothing really, just adult things…milk and bread”

colleague: haha! -_-“

Sometimes even a grocery run has to be done during lunchtime.

Adulting also means transiting back to work after maternity leave. It means you miss family a (WHOLE) lot more during the day, and go to great lengths to discreetly extract baby food at the office. And going overseas for a 5 day work trip is a whole lot more than just being away from home. It means missing out on 5 days of watching Sam grow up.

Adulting interrupts this blog post to run a load of laundry… and i’m back…

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Our adulting has meant that Sam is allowed to grow up in the best environment as we can provide. He has started sleeping for 6h stretches at night (YAY!), is suddenly much more curious about his surroundings, and acknowledges familiar faces with varied coos.

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We are thankful to be able to adult, to adjust to adulting, because the real adults in our lives (our parents) have provided us with a great model to build on, and have offered fantastic support in this phase of our lives.

a big THANK YOU to the REAL adults in our lives.