my Oreos are soft

Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been really busy. Shifting house is a very tiring affair. And I haven't even shifted yet - scheduled for this Saturday. And already I've been aching all over, diagnosed with Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, have insomnia again, lost my appetite, and feel so, so tired. I wish I could spend more time with Mikhail. He's such a big boy already! And very smart. He can say 'Mum' and 'Mee' and I'm just waiting for him to say 'Mummy'. He loves numbers! When we go up and down the lift, he will look up at the LCD screen at the top and look at the changing numbers. Then when we're entering our house, he will look at the unit number at the top of my door. I'm already teaching him 1-6 now, and he seems to recognise every digit. He's not a crawler - he turns over and doesn't crawl. He immediately sits up and is showing signs of wanting to walk (or run!). My mom said I never crawled as a kid, so he's probably just like his mummy. He also loves bright colors, and one weird thing about him is that he likes to watch soccer on TV. When there's a soccer match, he will stare at the TV like an avid soccer fan. Haha.

I hate long paragraphs and I just wrote one myself. Well, who cares. And if you're wondering about the weird blog entry title, that's just because I left some Oreos on the table and they feel soft-ish now. My Oreos are soft... sounds weird, eh. Heh.

Ok, I owe Maria a tag. That'll be in the next entry, babe.