Sleepness nights ...

I'm sure this time, it's really teething. IT BETTER BE!!! Or I don't know what I'll do to that little bugger.

Anyone with more than one young child can probably affirm that clearing up can only take place after the kiddies went to bed. So that means papa and mama, no matter how tired, can only go to sleep much later than the kids.

And when both kids sleep in the same room, allowing one to cry all night is not an option.

I carrried him, sang to him, let him have a pre-cooled teething ring ... and nothing lasts more than too short a while.

All he wanted was to nurse in his mother's arms, the same mother who has to be in school at 7am in the morning.

Snowylad is very, very different from his sister, though my wife reminded me that I probably can't recall how we made it through Snowylass' teething nearly 2 years ago. Actually, it was probably this same amnesia that brought us Snowylad.

And my friend Francois is contemplating another child, so I guess it's a universal condition.

Strangely enough, I notice that while I can't survive all-nighters playing computer games or working or watching videos or talking nonsense with friends like I used to, but I can do it when it's because of carrying crying babies, crying at illegal decibels right next to my poor ears.

My next door neighbours were playing mahjong at their balcony again. They always do it whenever there's a weekend or public holiday, long before I move in. Because of that, I figured that everyone will be understanding when I carried a crying Snowylad back and forth between the living room and the balcony.

I think I better take some power naps in the office today.