izadnhana officially turned three!

we meant to celebrate, just the two of us, without the little one to fuss over for once. so we took the day off to do the whole ‘dating’ thing, something we’ve kinda forgotten for quite a while since we got caught up with the duty of parenting. we’d even considered leaving him behind for a weekend to go somewhere, but… well, there’d be too much logistics involved (breastpump and bottles would have to be packed next to lingerie, not exactly exotic, romantic stuff), coupled with that first-time-parent guilt.

so we ended up spending the morning with him, and he had no idea we were going to ditch him for a wanton afternoon out.

ok, so we didn’t exactly get hot and steamy ala jack and rose in titanic, lol! all we managed was a late lunch and a movie, and before we could think up of any other activities, my boobs started activating its ‘homing device’. it’d been at least four hours since the last feed, so it was pretty much on time. in fact, it’s the ONLY thing about me that’s ever ‘punctual’. :D

i have little qualms at this point about revolving my life around his feeding time. i mean, it’s only this small period in my life we’re talking about, not forever. i’ll have the rest of my living years to prioritise myself (and celebrate anniversaries), and only a short time having this little person depending on me – ME! – to provide his essential nutrition. sounds like martyrdom to some, but heck it. i’m stubborn that way.

so yeah, we headed straight back to fetch the little one, and concluded the day by bringing him out for a short walk. i guess it’s only fair to include him in his parents’ anniversary celebration after all, eh?

coz he IS the highlight of our three years together after all. :)