… yes, we forgot baby's diaper bag…
When we realized it, it's too late, we're already half-way… and to avoid "argument", ie. his, or my fault…
We told each other, it's ok… (shame on us!)
Then, we headed to our dinner venue, ie. a nyonya restaurant…
Well… I thought, if really… baby needed to make a big poo poo… we could just stop somewhere, buy a big new pack of disposable diapers…
However, the problem was not that…
The problem was…
It's a nyonya restaurant, it's not baby's favourite food, she loves italian pasta, she loves japanese food (any of them, except the raw part!) but not something spicy, herbally, with strong smell and flavour…
So, nothing appetized her… sad huh??
Even sadder…
Since we didn't bring her diaper bag, there we did not have her bib (the one that's a small little compartment to "collect" the fallen food!) and neither did we have her cookies…
Ie. she didn't enjoy the nyonya food, but she's nothing else to eat…
Ie. without her bib, she's like… couldn't really function well over a dining table…
We gave her napkin, she didn't want, pulled it off her chest…
We gave her again, she's forced to take it, she knew… that, we forced it…
But then, when she'd the food in her bowl, she insisted taking away the napkin, where, I put the bowl of food on it…
Ie. the food and the bowl ended up on the floor…
And??
I knew it's not her fault entirely, but the fact that, she couldn't control her emotion, I lost my temper too,
Took her little hand, slapped!!
Baby cried!!!
After lecturing for a while,
I took her out from the highchair, and went for a walk, talked to her softly this time, and talked to her again… to beg her to behave…
Again, I knew it's not her fault… but she's to know that, especially in at the dining table, she should not let her food, or eating gears end up on the floor, that's our standard of table manner, no matter what…
Again, I knew she's tired… after a long day of journey… 4 hours drive…
Poor baby…
Sad?
I tell you a sadder part…
Please read on…
After dinner, back home…
Afte we cleaned up, washed up, brushed up…
Back in the room, comfy and cosy… all in our own cosy pyjamas…
She saw her diaper bag, the precious diaper bag…
She opened it… and hurray!! She saw her bib, the beloved bib… (yes, in a way, she's very well-behaved, which I'm pleased, and I Praise to God! Everytime when we seat her at her highchair, she would ask for bib, or if the bib's in front of her, she'd attempt to put it on, but then, of course, she's not able to reach the button/hook at the back of the neck to really secure it… but… baby, I appreciate that… you're a good and sweet little girl!)
Oh!! She saw her beloved bib,
Took it out… and attempted to put it on…
Gosh!! I wanted to cry… poor baby… and her bib…
And then, she saw the cookies…
But then, that time was late, and we're supposed to head for bed…
So, again, we've to disappoint her, and tell her "no, baby, we're going to bed now…"
Oh! Sad or not?
Ps: I still can't forget scene where the little innocent baby, trying to put on the bib herself… in the bedroom...
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