Staying in

Today, even mother nature is insisting that we just stay home and relax. It's raining, very heavily. The kind of rain where you'll still get soaked even with a big umbrella. Anyway, it's just as well because little Sera is sick, with fever.

Since we've arrived in Singapore, she's been a real trooper, joining us as we criss-crossed the island to run errands for the apartment. But I think yesterday was the final straw. In the morning, she accompanied me as I supervised a group of electricians, plumbers and air-conditioning service men as they carried our works in our apartment. She's usually very good at entertaining herself and yesterday was no different. She played with the empty cardboxes and styrofoam fillers, curiously observed the guys while they worked, and only ran to me when the power drill went off. She only started to complain at the last minutes, because she was getting tired standing around for nearly 3 hours. And of course, it didn't help that our rented car gave way just when we were ready to set off for lunch. So the next hour was a flurry of waiting for the tow truck, flagging a cab while lugging a irritable baby, a car seat and a gazillion other things, and finally waiting cluelessly at the car garage for what felt like eternity.

No wonder Sera fell sick.

Gulp. And now, I really feel like a terrible mother.

Sera is resting now, snuggled in the comfort of her bed, not in her car-seat or a shopping cart. I pray she'll recover soon and be her usual Duracell Bunny self. I miss my active little sprite ...

Sera having her morning bottle with a makeshift cardboard mattress, while the Ikea guys were busy assembling the pieces

Her eyes are a dead give-away that she's unwell, but playing with her over-sized crocs cheered her up a little

She ripped off this fever patch right after I took the photo. Aside from receiving kisses on her face, she has an aversion for anything else on her face