Well, the brooch for my mommy on her birthday is a no go. When I went shopping to buy her one, there is none that I felt I would wear let alone her. There were lots of this very brightly coloured ones that looks nice from afar but upon closer inspection, the stones or designs that looked good from afar, looked gaudy up close. There wasn't that many selection to begin with anyways. This is what happens when you find your mom's present at the very last minute. Well, as it happens I did not find it. The whole department store did not store any brooches I felt my mom would like.
I had earlier decided to buy her flowers to go with the brooch. As the brooch is a no show, the flowers got bigger and stood in a basket. I think it turned out quite well. As usual, the florists would always recommend roses to go with everything. I decided against that and requested for tiger lilies (mommy's favourite flower) and daisies. I think the white and the pink is a nice contrast. Pink is actually one of my favourite colour, not really my mom's, but as I was buying the flower, I can't help but be drawn to that colour combination. Sorry, mommy. Your daughter buys flowers for you but she added her touch of liking into it.
Ohh... without the brooch, I got my mom two flowery mugs that she has been eyeing while shopping with me but stopped herself from buying as she thinks she already has enough mugs to fill her adorning cupboards. I, however, without the brooch had no other alternative, and so, the mug is now crowding my mom's cupboard.
Mrs. Labu and I also had the chance to meet up with Mrs. Linda this week. The latter came down for a seminar and Mrs. Labu and I took the chance to meet up with her at her hotel. It has actually been more that 1 year that we have not seen Mrs. Linda. Her baby boy is now a toddler. The last I saw him, Mrs. Linda just gave birth and he was still soo small. He now has a cheeky grin on his face and kept edging Mrs. Linda to 'jalan... jalan...'
Mrs. Labu's baby has also grown. The last I saw him which I don't think was even 2 months ago, he was sleeping and he looked small. Now, he looks so strappingly tall. I also have to add this, he is the nicest baby ever. That night that Mrs. Labu and I met up with Mrs. Linda, it was way passed his bedtime, but he wasn't even making any noise let alone disturb his mommy who was talking to her old friend. He was just the sweetest baby. It was also easy to carry him. Mind you, I am not the bestest candidate to hold a baby, but with him, it was so easy.
Actually, I think that all my friends are gifted with sweet babies.
Mrs. Pram's baby was once rocked by me to sleep and she actually feel asleep. I also did a little humming when I rocked her. On retrospect, luckily she did not cry even louder, with the humming that I was doing.
I also looked after Madam Tai Tai's daughter for a brief moment, and she did not cry or run away from me when I was running after her and prohibiting her from picking stuffs from the floor and putting it into her mouth.
More and more friends around me are getting preggers. I also hope that they would be blessed with sweetest babies. Would be easier for me (and for them) when for that slightest brief moment in their lives, they have to be alone with me.
