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The Cure

April 9, 2012

I can’t think of a better cure to a crummy week than a weekend of food, fun and fantastic company. It was exactly what the doctor ordered, and by doctor, I really mean me.

Thankfully, Truett was cleared from his HFMD and out of quarantine just in time for all the activities we had lined up over the Easter weekend.

To kick things off, we were invited to Universal Studios for a breakfast with the stars as part of the Resorts World VIP experience.

A hearty classic American breakfast was prepared at Mel’s Diner and we mingled with characters like Woody Woodpecker and Betty Boop. Because she’s never been exposed to the Universal characters, Kirsten didn’t know who they were but she was excited to take photos with the “funny bird” and the “pretty auntie” (exact words). I don’t think Betty was pleased to be called auntie, but perhaps it’s some consolation that she’s a pretty one at least.

After breakfast, we were given passes to tour the rest of the park, which seemed to cheer Truett up considerably.

Then yesterday, the folks from Crowne Plaza Hotel hosted us for an Easter Brunch event at Azur. As part of their Easter theme, they came up with several egg-inspired creations to egg up (sorry, bad pun) their usual International buffet spread.

On top of a wonderful brunch, they prepared a good old-fashioned Easter Egg Hunt for the kids while we cheered them on and took pictures.

I didn’t think the weekend could get any better but it did because the kids fell asleep at 7.30pm and we rounded off the night watching Manchester United ease into a comfortable win over QPR. Then to the husband’s delight, I became an Arsenal fan for 2 hours. We had so much fun watching Mancini’s jugular vein throb visibly as the vastly inferior Manchester team imploded at the Emirates.

All in all, a brilliant end to the week.

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the breast things in life are free

Gotta Keep ‘Em Separated

April 5, 2012

The moment we found out that Tru has HFMD, I knew it would be quite a task to keep the kids separated while being cooped up in the same house all day.

But faced with the prospect of a second kid doing the screaming mouth-grabbing thing, I was determined to at least try to keep Kirsten away from the blasted virus.

I had an elaborate plan to keep them engaged in different activities throughout the day. Their naps were in different rooms and they had separate mealtimes at different corners of the kitchen. I had to give them specific orders not to so much as look at each other’s food. I was even hardcore enough to go around with a disinfectant to wipe down every surface Truett touched. It was exhausting but I managed to keep them apart till about 5pm on the first day.

Then it happened. I was prepping dinner when Tru had another bout of shrieking and I went back to the room to discover Kirsten patting his head, then moving into give him a giant kiss to help him feel better.

I ran in and screamed “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON’T KISS!!!” but it was too late. She grabbed his face and planted a nice, juicy one on his tear-stained cheeks.

On retrospect, it was really sweet but all I could think of was how many germs were exchanged in that one tender moment. Well, A LOT.

In other news, it’s Good Friday tomorrow and even though we’re all a little germy, we’ve got lots of reasons to smile. Have a good one, you guys!

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not feeling so supermom

Infected. Again.

April 4, 2012

Top of the morning to you. I’m up early writing this because the kids are going to wake up in a bit and it’s going to be a mad house around here the rest of the day.

Truett is down with hand, foot and mouth disease (again!), which means that I’ll have 2 irritable, bored, non-schooling, hungry, whiny kids on my hands the next couple of days. Kirsten is technically not exhibiting symptoms of HFMD but given her proximity to the virus, there’s a pretty good chance she’s already infected so I’m keeping her away from school just in case.

The last time they got the virus, they didn’t eat for 3 days straight and pretty much spent those days grabbing their mouths and shrieking.

Totally understandable though because I would have done the same if I had a chain of 25 ulcers in my mouth. Ok, bollocks, just thinking about that makes my hair stand.

Good thing I bought a tub of ice-cream (for the kids) and stocked up on bubble tea (for me) last night. Looks like we’re going to need it.

Right then, have a terrific Wednesday and here’s hoping we get through the rest of the week unscathed.

I’m too tired to be funny or witty so here’s a photo of the kids playing doctor. Strangely enough, nobody finds that game fun when they are actually ill.

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