shiny happy people

we both do like shiny things. (and seeing our names reflected off from them haha.)

and with that, our anniversary dinner for two was nothing more than a humble plate of mutton chop and kway teow goreng at beach road. the wife even got a souvenir for the evening, in the form of two orangey dots of oily sauce splatter on her shirt.

lovely.

feed me, seymore!

he loves to eat. i’m not kidding ok. he cannot resist the sight of food. any food. just hold a plate or bowl, and he will come a-crawling like a moth to a flame, like an ant to a sugarcube, like a bee to honey, like a cicak to a fly… you get the picture.

and when we want to keep him still for a few minutes (an insurmountable task otherwise, given his penchance for climbing furniture and our bodies these days), we give him a teething biscuit to munch on and he will be vair, vair happy.

i’ve tasted the biscuits, because he likes to shove it in my mouth occasionally when he’s feeling generous. horribly tasteless stuff. doesn’t help that it’s soaked in his saliva. but he likes it.

he’s fed morsels from our own meals these days. individual grains of rice, tiny pieces of white bread, and today i heard, cornflakes. and you know what else he loves to do? when i ask him “where’s your gigi?” he’ll promptly GRIND GRIND GRIND his four front teeth together. i suspect he likes seeing me cringe at the sound, it’s as bad as fingernails scratched along a blackboard. gah!

bottomline is, this little shop of horrors likes food.

just like his unkle ijad.

oompa-loompa

aunty hana’s very own oompa-loompa.