Christmas in PD

We had a nice little Christmas getaway this year. Most of the family were away and we decided to get out of town too. Also, I had been working so much that it was a nice change of pace for me.



Ever since our last beach holiday in Pangkor, Jesse's been re-enacting his little playtime on the beach. It was quite cute, but quite sad all the same. He'd bring out his sand castle bucket and spade and play pretend burying his own feet in make-believe sand. So we decided to do this for him.



This time around, Jesse decided to give swimming a pass. For some reason, as he grows older, he seems to be more fearful of stuff. I could see the fear in his eyes as we got into the water. I would have like to throw him in but that would probably cost me in therapy fees in the future.



We stayed in Guoman. It was a lovely place and there was a nice manicured garden where folks flew their kites. And we flew our kite. Now it must be said that I only learnt to fly a kite when I was 18, and that was the only time I ever managed to get one airborne. So I wasn't so sure if our kite would pull a Charlie Brown on me. Thankfully, the wind was great. But it didn't matter much to Jesse. For him, all the fun in flying a kite was the running around.

And now, on with the program! C'mon 2008, we're waiting. :)

Waiting

I'm in Johor again. But if it seems like I never left there since my last blog entry, please accept my apologies for my half-assed attempt at blogging.

When I left for here on Sunday, I told the boy I would be back by Thursday. "When's Daddy gonna be back?" I asked to make sure he understood me. "Thursday!" he shouted at the top of his voice, cheerfully. A little too cheerfully, in my opinion. Hmph!

Still, I have come to accept the fact that life goes on, even if I'm out of town. He's got so much to keep him occupied that I'm surprised he even remembers who I am.

But today at bedtime, Mae calls. "He refuses to sleep," the wife reports, "he says he wants to wait for Daddy."

I'm grinning from ear-to-ear just thinking about it. I guess my boy does miss me after all. And that is surely a good enough reason to update the blog. :)