Daddy left for KL today, after spending Christmas with us in Singapore. It was not all that bad for us sending him off at Changi Airport, Sofia was in deep sleep after the 40-minute taxi ride. It was probably the toughest for Daddy to part with Sofia and realised that he was truly infected by "Sofia-miss-a-lot" virus hours later and vaccination is not available for this virus yet. Apparently, "Sofia-miss-a-lot" virus is much stronger than "Bee-miss-a-lot" virus and can only be pacified temporary by replacing Bee's photo with Sofia's photo in Daddy's PDA.
After waving bye-bye to Daddy through the thick glass panels till the last sight of him was no longer possible, a huge wave of emotions rushed over me as I stand there with a sleeping girl and our maid. It seems that in a matter of spilt seconds, the responsibility of the entire household has fallen on my shoulders. Funny as it seems, I cannot put a size to it, yet my shoulders caved in under the weight ...
We took MRT back to my mum's place, thinking Sofia would probably enjoy the train ride after learning so much about trains on Baby Signing Times. Unfortunately, she was bored with me sitting down and the train being underground. So much so that she started complaining which escalated to wailing and screaming. Some helpful fellow passengers around tried to distract her but all failed. In the end, I had to carry her and stand at the door so that she can watch the passing by scenery. What a ride! I am certainly going to think twice or thrice before we step into a MRT again!
