I got home from grocery shopping this evening, only to find half the magnetic contents of my fridge strewn across the kitchen floor, and the remains of what clearly had been a battle with the kitchen rug.
Apparently right after the tussle, she crawled back to the living room where Daddy’s watching the cricket, and got his attention by gurgling adorably while pulling herself up to standing using Daddy’s leg hair.
What you’re not seeing in the photo: paper and other junk, stuffed under the fridge. Why, I ask. Because I’m cute and because I can.
I come from a much smaller island-city-state-country called Singapore. I’ve been setting down roots in Australia since 2003. I love both countries immensely.
In 1986, I became a writer.
In 2002, a blogger.
In 2004, a wife.
In 2011, a mother.
Somewhere in amongst all that, I did event and conference management, public relations, marketing, and online communications for over a decade. I’m currently a freelance web manager for a modern dance school, a part-time Communications and Marketing Manager, a part-time writer, and a part-time stay-at-home mother. I don’t sleep much.
I write about being a Chinese Singaporean and choosing to live in Canberra. I write about being a Christian, a mother, a wife, a woman. I write about discovering joy - in the everyday, in the grand scheme of things, in the sun and in the storm.
26 February 2012 at 11:51 pm
hehe soon the food in the fridge go missing
26 February 2012 at 11:54 pm
She hasn’t worked out how to open the fridge. Yet. :D
27 February 2012 at 1:38 pm
I hope not for a long time. She may like the cool environment so much that she’ll crawl in!