Monday: While I was working, he took the boy who was down with gastric flu to see the doc.  Apart from nursing and cooking porridge for the sick boy, he even made the boy feel more relax with this.

Sunday: he woke up early and headed to Tekka market to buy crabs because I had requested to eat his pepper crabs.  Over dinner, I jokingly mentioned that I can blog that his service is for hire and he gave me a dirty crabby look.  Ha.  He probably has developed a phobia after his friend tricked him to cook up a crab feast the last round with those 20 crabs!

Well, for all the tender loving care he has showered upon us the past two days, the least I can do is to bestow him with kudos when it’s due, especially if I want to continue to receive more of such goodwill.

Here’s one for those who scour the web for celebrity and entertainment news, like me on my Takuya Kimura.  Another Asia entertainment news resource, but this one focuses on celebs from China, Hong Kong, Korea, Japan and Taiwan. 

So if you’re Rain-crazy like my friend Ashes, then you’ll find some info here on him.  This one hasn’t featured my Takuya yet, but I suppose in time.  Well, they better.  Or I’ll supply them!

Anyway, I found something regarding Vivian Hsu being contracted as the spokesperson for international famous skincare brand Biotherm, for the 3rd year in a row to endorse their products in Hong Kong and Taiwan.  Probably can use the news for my other blog.

When he caught sight of how short his hair had become after it was done, he looked away from the mirror immediately and tears welled up in his eyes.  A second later, he was bawling and struggling to get out of the chair.  He even tried to grab some of his hair which have dropped on the floor and wanted them back on his head!

Gosh, I felt awfully bad that instant.   

I had told the hairdresser at Junior League to cut his hair short, but never did I expect her to cut it THIS short!  By the time I realised, it was already too late.  But still, I thought nothing of it until I saw how distraught the boy had become.

His dad quickly paid up, brought him out of the salon and tried to pacify him by showing him toys at the department store.  He stopped wailing, but he was still upset and didn’t forget to touch the back of his hair ever so often.  He also did not accept our patronising compliments about his new look.

“No, not handsome!”
“I angry!”
“I not happy!”

At home, he requested to look at the mirror after taking his bath.  When he saw his reflection, he smiled and said, “like cactus like that.” 

Looks like my son has inherited our sense of humour and IQ spirit. 

We headed to Sunset Grill and Pub again with a lighter mood today.  As a matter of fact, we were their first customers, being promptly there when they opened at 4pm.  Instead of the tidbits we ate previously, we decided to go for a full meal this time.  

I ate the fish and chips while he had the pork chop.  We skipped their famous buffalo wings today and tried their fried prawn special, which is really good.  And as you can see, we both had an overdose of french fries! 

Overall verdict? 

This place is really good for drinks and tidbits.  I don’t care much about their main course.  It’s normal fare if you ask me. 

Sitting outside to enjoy the nature is interesting, but be prepared to swat flies and what have you.  And always remember to get extra coasters to cover up your drinks if you want to avoid getting undesirable visitors in there.

We have an established night time routine together. 

He’ll drink his milk, I’ll get him to empty his bladder, rinse his mouth and help him change into his diapers.  We’ll read a little before settling into the night together, side by side.  We’ll exchange good nights in English and Chinese and then continue to sing some songs and subsequently drift off to sleep together.  

So far so good.  It does sound like I’ve been doing a fairly decent parenting job isn’t it?

But wait.  Reverse a little backwards.  I omitted the part about my own night-time beauty regime just before we settle into the night.  Which is to slather tons of creams and lotions on myself, top-to-toe.  And he watches intently, with fascination may I add.  I’ve even caught him playing with those bottles and pretending to slop the cream on himself sometimes.

Now that’s VERY VERY disturbing.  

I mean he is a boy and body lotions, hand creams and foot balms are masculine NOT for sure.  By hynoptising him to my vanity acts every night before he sleeps, I fear that I maybe raising the metrosexual qualities in him.  Worst, I could  actually be suppressing his masculinity in the long run.   This I definitely don’t want to be responsible for.

So whether or not my fear is valid, I think I better take the preemptive approach.  Perform my nightly beauty regime in the toilet, away from his prying eyes.  I’ll start tonight. 

Because of all my traits, I swear vanity is NOT the quality I want my son to take after me.