Conversations with a sand surfer dude

Finally, after like what, 10 months outta the womb, and NOW I get to play with some sand?

Seriously, mama, couldn’t you have gotten me some of this stuff earlier?

Geez, you urban parents are really party-poopers. I mean, what are toys when you can give me the whole world??

Are you sure you don’t wanna play with me?

Where’s jie-jie [big sister] by the way? What?! She thinks the sand is too dirty?

I can’t believe it! She’s such a princess!

Man, I really dig this (pardon the pun).

Hmm, I wonder how deep this stuff goes…

I sure hope I can find my treasure before the sun goes down. (Come dig with me, mama!)

 

Weathering waves

This picture was taken during our Bali trip. The hubby was in a philosophical mood.

As we were strolling away from the rocks, he said to me something like this:

The waves keep coming in and crashing against those rocks.

Sometimes we are at the high point of the wave, riding it, and sometimes at its lows. But whatever it is that tries to knock us down, we can stand up again.

And God also uses these waves to smoothen our rough edges, to shape and mould us.

Me: Yup, and we are now at the low point…

Him: But things will get better. We just have to trust.

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The hubby isn’t always in such a reflective mode. I’m usually the one (I think). But recent challenges in our lives have probably prompted him to dig deeper than usual.

Not that I’m masochistic, but in some ways I’m thankful for the small trials in life. They don’t knock you over, or shake you to the point of defeat. But they do shake you enough, out of your complacency or comfort zone, pushing you to grow in ways that you normally wouldn’t.

Someone recently shared this quote with me, and I thought it was pretty insightful.

“It’s in times of crisis that we see who Christ is.”

Pretty feet

It was a rainy lazy day, the kind that makes you wanna go zzz.

By some wonder, I overcame the zzz monster, and we decided to indulge in some painting instead. I took out the paints and Vera started putting colour onto paper, as she normally would.

Then…she ran out of paper. And she began to dab some yellow paint on her toenails. I thought she was just having some fun painting her nails and feeling all lady-ish. But she ventured further.

Soon her entire left foot was a bright bloody red.

This is where I stopped feeling sleep-deprived. And I just jumped right in. (I mean how often do you get to paint someone else’s body part?)

I drew some lines and blobs in blue. On first glance, it looks a little tribal…

I helped to paint a red heart on her green foot as well. An oh yes the red toes. Very Christmassy…

All in all, she was rather pleased with her pretty feet. And she started to stomp and march around. [Cue tribal music.]

Whoever said rainy days are the most boring of days?

What do you like to do on rainy days? (Erm, besides sleep that is…)