Dear Zoe,
You are Grand daddy (Segamat Kong-Kong) no.1 girl. You just adore and stick to them like glue as they are here for a visit.
This is so despite the fact that they are rarely here. But you remember them and love them so much that your grannies are so happy each time they see you!
(Mummy writing)
Today i was quite upset in the morning.
Finally i took u upstairs while I change & u just cried there asking me to "pao pao" so poor thing. So, I told u I was very angry with u for not wanting to sleep and that mommy have to go to work.
And u said to me, "Mommy, I'm so sorry I hurt you."
Dear Zoe,
This period of transition in between jobs has been very rewarding. Its the only time I get to leave the office at 5.30pm sharp, raced my way home so that I can walk with you to the nearby park.
That is if it does not rain. It has been raining almost everyday.
When it is not raining, you will force me to change into my Holland jersey - to match yours and we will take the nice walk to the park. Your little hands will grab mine and you will ask me to "pao pao" whenever a car comes near us. These walks are the best part of my day. I cherish them in my heart and have captured every possible moments of it in my memory. These are the best of times with you.
Usually we will stop in front of a few neighbor's houses and greet the dogs and puppies. You loves dogs. But are afraid of big dogs.
"Daddy, I dont want big doggy, I want little doggy", you demanded.
"Okay dear, we will have a little doggy in our new house next time."
And you would give me a big tight hug. My heart will melt and then well up with joy and pride.
Then a sadness it would dawn on me.
When I think of all the best things I want you to have, and compare them to where we are now - where we are staying (dusty land of Puchong) and the park we visit, which is very run down and debilitated, and I would begin to feel sad and incapable. Sorry I can't provide you with a bigger home in a nicer neighbourhood. (Or nicer neighbours!)
The big house in Bukit Jelutong with a park and playground at the backyard, came to my mind.
Daddy could not afford to get you a bigger house and a nicer neighborhood yet. But hopefully soon.
Dear Zoe,
We bought this football jersey because it is the Holland football team's jersey and your daddy is a mad Oranje fan. And you actually like the matching colours of Orange and Black too.
You probably can't remember this, but you insisted on wearing this jersey when we were going out to the park.
Besides insisting that, you also insist that I wear the same jersey to match with yours!
Dear Zoe,
I bet you wont remember your 2nd birthday when you can actually read
this post, but just remember that mommy & daddy gave you a very nice
birthday party.
Your Segamat grandma served very very delicious nasi lemak with Tomato
Chicken. Everybody loved it. Your auntie Swee Sean made very nice
jelly. And your daddy served his wonderful Fettuccine Carbonara.
Mommy wanted to bake you a nice cake but thought the power-puff girls
cake was probably your kind of cake. Your auntie Jamie bought the
cake.
You had a great time bullying David and chasing him around with Ruby.
Yeah, you had such a great time that you woke us up a few times
because of nightmares.
My dearest & loveliest daughter is two today!
I just thank God for such a wonderful daughter. She brings so much joy and cheers to our lives everyday.
Seeing her grow in her speech and comprehension is amazing. She talks to us like a 4 year old! She can understand us very quickly and picks up English words easily.
Mom has tried for days to make the best cake ever with our small little (cheapo) fan oven. I think she has perfected it.
And it looks like this!
You absolutely go bonkers whenever you see a playground.
Whenever your daddy gets to go off from office early - he will try his best to drive home as quickly as he can, grab you and head towards the nearest park. You just love to play in the park or playground.
This is a shot (with the cameraphone) of your holding on with a strong grip. You really could carry your own weight now.