Grubbs n Critters

July 17, 2011

The one with eye glasses

Category: Random

I guess one starts to notice the imminent signs ageing when you start sensing that your once 20/20 vision has started deteriorating right after you hit the big three-o. This is true in the case of Silver Bullet who has never needed any glasses, until recently.

He seems to be bothered by the fact that he no longer can see things clearly from afar, and so, decided to have his eyes checked when we were in Holland as his eye-sight has got progressively worse in the last year or so. They then diagnosed him with something more commonly known as astigmatism, and so, he decided to make his life easier with glasses and not having to squint all the time.

I’m not used to seeing Silver Bullet with glasses, so when he actually starts wearing it, he looks a bit strange to me. He looks so professor-like mister-know-it-all. I guess it’s just a sight I need to get used to.

At least I got to give due credit to that man for wanting to wear glasses when he needs it. I, on the other hand, do actually need my speckies, but I will only use it when I’m working in front of the computer and mostly at work. Other than that, I don’t use it as I really hate wearing glasses. I find them cumbersome (I started having to wear them when I was about 9 years old). I am just vain that way.

I did think of going for Lasik to correct my eye-sight for a while now (actually, only one of my eyes as I have a lazy eye!), but haven’t really got round to my research as I still feel a bit iffy about it.

While it is a nice thought that eyesight can be corrected with just a simple Lasik procedure, I cannot stand the thought of anyone poking right into my eyeballs while at it! It is just grossly ewwwwwwwwww and I am just very afraid at the prospect of these doctors poking my eyes blind!

What if they poke the wrong nerves?

I like the idea of having a perfect vision without the need for glasses, but I still don’t know. I still need to think about it (Lasik)

This time in 2010

Category: Pregnancy and Breastfeeding

I almost cannot believe that it took us nearly two years since Spud was conceived (20 months to be exact) and now reaching to the stage when Spud is now walking, and almost practically running!

As I recall, sometime this time last year, I was a waddling not-so-little big whale, walking around with a rather huge tummy and sporting a pair of a very swollen, tired feet.

At around this time last year, I had started working from home simply because I got too big to waddle to work every day as my ankles got so impossibly swollen that I just cannot be on my feet for too long. At that last stage of my pregnancy, it not only became quite a chore to walk to the office because I tire easily, but also because I was having a lot of difficulty navigating my way through a jammed up soi which has no room for any woman with a huge tummy to pass through.

Let me tell you this ridiculous story:

The few times I tried getting out the apartment, I ended up retreating my steps back home after only a few meters down the soi. The reason was really silly: it was NOT because I suddenly got too tired to walk (I’m sure I could if I pushed myself), but simply because there was no room for me to maneuver myself in between the temporarily stationary bumper-to-bumper vehicles while sporting a huge tummy. Sounds really ridiculous, I know, but if you live in Bangkok, it becomes a very plausible reason as to why I ended up not leaving my home! And no, I am not exaggerating here.

Thinking back though, while I enjoyed having been able to work from home for more than 2 weeks, it really was one of the most uncomfortable stages of pregnancy! In fact, as my tummy got bigger, my hand felt shorter as it was quite a chore to reach out to the mouse and typed on the keyboard when there was a tummy in the way. Sitting at the table was no longer comfortable, and I ended spending a lot of time working with the laptop (and sometimes a cat as well) on my lap. While it worked out a tad better than having to sit at a table, it still was not the best option as the stomach actually obstructed my view of the keyboard. A case in point:

Picture taken from top view, with the laptop resting on my lap

So yes, even though I got to put my legs up all the time, the entire bit of working from home got a little bit annoying for me. Coupled with backache and all…it was not exactly fun, especially when you are being “cooped up” at home.
Still, I pushed myself. I worked till almost the end because I just cannot stand the thought of not doing anything. Even though I was mostly feeling tired, sleepy and constantly hot all the time, I kept myself busy. There was always something to do. Or if there isn’t, I’ll be sure to find something to do. I refused to be a tub of lard, ready to be blended in with the couch!

This was me and (some bits of me) sometime last year, at about 38 weeks, anxiously counting down to the imminent birth of Spud .

Photo courtesy of a professional photographer friend, BKKImages

Trying to get a perspective

Big, fat swollen feet

And in case you are wondering, no, I do not miss being pregnant.

Lasagna

Category: Baby Food

Given Spud’s new-found interest in adult food recently (and she does seem to be getting quite bored and apathetic with her roughly mushed up, tasteless baby food), we decided to start experimenting by giving our food to Spud for one of her meal-times.

She seems keen on sandwiches, noodles and basically whatever we eat, and when I made some lasagna over the weekend, I thought I’d let her try a 2″ x 2″ portion. Her reaction was a little lukewarm, but she did take at least 5 bites out of it.

Spud generally has more patience with new food and is usually quite game to just open her mouth willingly if she tastes something new. I guess we’ll just have to see how it goes from here. I certainly do hope that she is a foodie like we are.

However, if she starts to want something new at every meal-times, I swear it will only be a matter of days before I start banging my head on the wall in trying to figure out what to feed her just so that she eats!

I think we have enough headache as it as, as we too, have an issue of what to feed ourselves every single day with the following conversation happening every other day as we approach meal times:

Me: What do you feel like eating?

Silver Bullet: I don’t know. What do you feel like eating?

Me: I don’t know…what would you prefer? Asian or Western?

Silver Bullet: Hmmm..I don’t know. what do you feel like cooking?

Me: Not sure. Anything in particular you want me to whip up?

Silver Bullet: Errr….what is simple to make?

Me: Bleahhh…you didn’t answer my question. Order in?

Silver Bullet: You didn’t either. Can order in I guess…

Me: OK. YOU pick! 🙂

Silver Bullet: But I pick yesterday…YOUR turn!

Me: Arggggggggggggggggggh! I don’t make decisions outside the office. You pick the restaurant, I’ll help you with the food.

Silver Bullet: OK. (5 minutes later…) what do you want?

Me: Arggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..

Silver Bullet: Hee….heh! Awwww…c’on. Help me out here

Me: *pout*pout*. Just pick one.

Silver Bullet: But….but…

Me: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..

And it all comes back to square one, from the top!

So. We will eventually reach to a decision after about 20 minutes of having inane conversation such as the above, and no, I’m not kidding when I say that is usually how it goes literally every few days when we both just cannot figure out what to eat.

The story of our life. C’est la vie.