The little boy just graduated from Playgroup and went on to Nursery 1 this month. He didn’t take it too well though. I think he misses his Playground teachers very badly as well as the fact that he was able to play around and horse around a lot in Playgroup without having to do any proper tracing and craft work at all. He cried and cried a lot in school, so much so that I could sometimes see how swollen his eyes were when I went to pick him up from school at the end of the day.
I miss my pomegranate panna cotta very much. It’s almost five years since I made that dessert – I didn’t even realise time passed by so quickly!
Christmas is never too early and always at least one month ahead of the actual day in my calendar. This is also what happens in the commercial world – shops can be seen taking down their Halloween decorations and then immediately replacing them with Christmas lights and holly. Somehow, having this festive season at the end of the year makes a world of a difference. It feels like a long-awaited break that’s finally arriving – a time that allows everyone to be able to let their hair down and let go. This is perhaps the reason for stretching this festive season to as long as is possible so that Christmas doesn’t end as soon as it comes.
In the past, I have plenty of time to take pictures of the food that I cook, to the extent of depriving the guy way past lunch time just so I could make sure that I have had enough pictures taken from all the different angles. I would even plug the SD card into the laptop to make sure that the pictures did not just look good on the viewer of the camera, but also from the screen. That was how particular I was in the past when it comes to uploading pictures for my blog posts.
I am always cautious about making sure that my recipe posts don’t turn into complaint bombs of the misdeeds that the little tot has conducted. But my life revolves around him every second of my life (at least it does when I’m not working at the office), and he is practically always by my side. Yes, almost always. Even when he plays with his toys, he will make sure that I am within sight and within his radar – once I step out of the room, or show any intention to do so, he will immediately shoot up, head towards the door and lead me back into the room. I’m constantly held captive by this little mobile energy power bank. Help!
