Good Friday

Joey and I have fixed to meet up on Good Friday some time ago. Didn't realize the last time we met was 21 January (thanks to my blog for keeping track). How did time past so quick?! We met at the rooftop garden again. Weather was great this evening and we are trying to squeeze in as much time visiting parks as possible before the warm weather. Mosquitoes are nasty. First world problem. 

Today is Good Friday. Jesus died on the cross for us. When I was a kid, I cried knowing this happened but it happened for a reason. A few years back, I attended Good Friday service in Singapore alone and find myself crying uncontrollably at the church. I have no idea what has gotten into me then but that won't happen again. I always believe that sometimes bad things happen to allow good things to come.  Jesus did not die in vain. I did not go for any Good Friday service but am looking forward to this Sunday's Easter service (missed two weeks of Sunday service to help prepare Scarlett for her tests and she did quite well). 

When we arrived at the rooftop garden, Chester jumped around and got so excited. He remembers this place. We tried to blow bubbles but it was too windy and gave up eventually. I tried a few attempts to take a selfie at this beautiful garden but Scarlett just kept photobombing me with weird poses. She is into it lately. I just let her be. Some of her poses seriously crack me up.

Grow up Joey. She's 11. 

"What will happen if I smack this thing on my sister's head?"

 Played a bit of football with Ronan

Waiting for bubbles but no bubbles. Bummer. Thank you uncle Ken, for trying.

Today I also find out that my son can be rather shameless when it comes to snacks or treats. Joey got Ronan some star puffs, which happen to be Chester's favourite light snack. He walked up to Joey and gave her that may-I-have-some face. Unbelievable! But we always teach our kids that there is no free lunch in life. He needed to work for his snack. 

Joey said, "clap your hands." He clapped. Joey said, "stomp your feet". He stomped. 

Babe, give my boy his treat already. Kids are like puppies to me. Allan and I often joked about raising Chester like a dog. Bringing him out to parks for a run, walking him around our apartment, luring him with treats like ice-cream, we just have not start him with "fetch" yet.

Eagle eyes spotting his favourite treat

"Roro, can Chester have one?" "Whatever" Chez rolled his eyes.

I have a feeling these two boys will grow up with conflicts but that's really part of growing up for kids. They need that. When Joey carried Chester to look at buses, Ronan walked briskly to his mother and pulled her pants, upset that his mother was carrying another boy. When Joey didn't respond much to Ronan, he pulled Chester pants. That made me laugh. At the end, Joey had to carry both.

We had dinner with Joey and Ken after hanging out at the garden. Had a good laugh over everything and hope to get them over to our place for drinks one night to continue Ken's funny stories. Definitely looking into a beach trip with them. My mom will be staying with us for a month during April and Allan suggested a double date night. I am dying for it.

 His sister truly loves him

 Always my fiesty little man

Two photos of Chester and I taken by Scarlett this afternoon after lunch. As you can see, my "goodie bag" gets smaller and more manageable nowadays. Chester is easy with eating out (except dinner tonight whereby he refused to eat the cream sauce pasta) and I just need to bring his cup of water, a spare diaper, a compact bag with scissors and utensils and a pack of wet tissue.

We had Japanese BBQ with my in-laws for lunch and the kiddos get to spend time with their grandparents. Scarlett went to her classmate's home for playdate after lunch and we brought Chester home for nap before meeting Joey and Ken.

Cheeky monkey

I know this sounds weird but I appreciate how time flies when it comes to Chester. He gets a little easier as he gets older. I know I will miss him being this small but those scratching, biting and abusing us needs to stop at some point. 

Nevertheless, when you see my face on the last photo, well, that is the look of love.