HOW TO QUARREL WITH YOUR SPOUSE

And we're three!

Apparently, the first two years of married life is supposed to be 'honeymoon' years. You think the world of one another and you go on dates once a week, on average. Then, the third year comes around and it's the same old face in the mornings. She doesn't bother lifting the toilet seat anymore, and he doesn't walk out of the room to fart. That is when things are meant to get a little, shall we say, frustrating.

We just celebrated our Third Wedding Anniversary the Wednesday before last. Here's my take on marriage, the third year. Or as per the blog title, How to Quarrel with your Spouse.

SHE'S ONE NEXT MONTH!?

Toothy eyeless smile of this eleventh month old

For some reason this month, there were so many good monthly mark shots I had a hard time deciding which one to put up. Daughters really do give their best smiles to their fathers. Scroll to the end of the post to see the other photos if you like. But for now the month's lowdown -

WHEN THEY CAN'T TELL YOU IT HURTS

Twenty Days.

Twelve Holes.

Two Hospitals.

A rare picture of rest

Humblet hospitalised. The full story below.

WHO DOESN'T LOVE THE ZOO



Mya meets fake otters



 

We finally brought little miss humblet to the zoo after months of procrastination and the little hospitalization scare (which I really should blog about soon). Personally a huge fan of the Singapore Zoo, I happily assumed my daughter would enjoy it too but. . .

 

 Perhaps she will in a few years when she can actually see the animals, or maybe stay awake throughout the animal shows. But for now it seems being fond of animals would be an acquired taste for her, not unlike developing a liking for bitter gourd or blue cheese.

 

If you like to read the full account of humblet's first visit to the Singapore Zoo, read on -