It's End July Already?

I realise that time passes very quickly. I hardly have time to myself. Other than work, my time is spent on the two boys. By the time they sleep at night, I am dead tired. KengYong has been busy. As usual. With his work and studies. Another month has passed, and Gareth is now 8 months old!

Gareth is a cutie. He babbles a lot, and lately, he has said words like "milk, there". He has also crawled after balls and exclaimed, "ball! ball". His nanny shared that he said "bye bye" to Roy (my nephew who goes to the same nanny) a couple of days ago. The most adorable part of him is that he can screw up his face and give you his sweetest smile (with his eyes tightly closed and flash his toothless grin) when he sees you smile to him and he wants to play with you. Greg plays better with him now. Gareth tries to do what Greg does. For instance, he got really excited when he saw Greg crawl below my bed to get the ball out, and he attempted to do the same. Unfortunately, Gareth did not know how to keep his head low when he reached the sideboard, and *OUCH* his forehead hit the sideboard and he went wailing away.

Greg as usual, is always solving problems for people. He must have wondered why adults are so dumb when the solutions are so obvious. Kekeke. Usually, I have to pick the two boys up after work. One evening, it rained very heavily after I picked Greg up. Gareth's nanny was unable to bring him down because she is also looking after another baby. As I am unable to manage two boys on my own because of the heavy downpour, I decided to wait in the car with Greg till the rain stopped. I had only one small umbrella then.

Greg: Mummy, why can't we go pick Gareth now?

Me: The rain is so heavy. I think we wait for the rain to get smaller first.

Greg: Mummy, we have an umbrella. Umbrella can protect us from the rain.

Me: Yes I know but Mummy only has one small umbrella.

Greg: It's ok Mummy. I think the umbrella can protect us.

Me: The floor is very wet and slippery. If Mummy carries Didi and holds the umbrella, Mummy has no hand to hold you. I don't want you to fall.

Greg: Mummy, I can hold the umbrella and you will have one hand to hold me.

Me: If you hold the umbrella, how about Didi and I? We will get wet.

Greg: I hold the umbrella. You and Didi come below my umbrella LOH! All of us will not be wet this way!(Giving me the look as if I ha

Well... Greg is always my hero isn't he? Kekeke..