sunday

SUNDAY AFTERNOONS ARE ROMANTIC

For so long and since I was young, they remind me of: garage sales, families at thomson plaza, grocery shopping, pumping petrol, visiting old houses, couples in shabby clothes and spectacles driving their cars and holding hands. And in recent years: staying home lazing around, the smell of desiree's old house, pink and blue flowers in garden vases, john lennon, watching gilmore girls in the dark, the ballad of john and yoko.

Yesterday the baby miraculously went into the big pool, a big achievement in her 4 years of life. And she was like a mad turtle, very scared, and everyone (all the other cousins and sister) wanted to claim possession of it and carry her. Everyone kept going 'Yaaaaaay' and 'Baby so pro!' 'Baby so pro right?!' and crowding around her. Later she clung to my neck with me floating backwards and her legs kicking and she laughed and gurgled like mad and went delirious when we went near what i told her was the stream of urine (water feature). Seth was like stitch/crazy frog with crooked teeth, big ears and blue goggles. I love Saturday nights.

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