last night magnificent charles and i were meant to go for dinner. a catch up, relax and enjoy being across the table from the one you married type of dinner. i was going to share about my week, and the thinking paths it had me treading down, he was going to tell me about the time he spent with his guy friends and how the house barely survived without ME.

however, i fell asleep at 6.30pm and slept for 10 hours. no dinner.

today i woke up energised and we headed off to the 9.30 service. we didn’t take any helpers with us, just the six of us. this was the first time just our family unit (minus olivia) had been to church since the arrival of jasper, sela and carys. we managed quite well.

leaving the babies in the creche wasn’t tough at all. if some were to suggest that it was actually a relief, some might not be too far off. jasper (the new soy version), was ambivialent to be handed over to a stranger (which surprised me), sela stared at the person, and carys began crying, dropping tears of dismay and fear. we left and went down to a great sermon on the importance of praying for jerusalem. i consider myself a somewhat well read person, but i had no idea of all that is happening in jerusalem today. a real eye opening sermon and educational as well. my favourite.

before i could tell the preacher how much i appreciated her words, magnificent and i had to sprint out of the church and up to the creche…for it was 10.45 and the babies were getting hungry! we arrived at the creche and before opening the door and announcing our arrival, observed what was going on. jasper was being cuddled, sela was paying with a toy, and carys was watching a veggie tales video. i couldn’t see jasper, but they all seemed well.

we walked in, sela looked up and burst into tears. jasper grinned, and carys held out her arms. it was priceless. the ladies informed us that jasper had been an angel, carys hadn’t cried much and that sela had only cried when she was thwarted.

we got everyone transferred into the car, and drove home listening to sebastian singing. we also played "EYE SPY". when did we become such a family??? after a successful feeding, the babies went down for a nap and the upright three of us went out for lunch, followed by a quick grocery shop. we were looking for jasper’s soy yogurt, and couldn’t find that, but managed to spend $400hk anyway.

back home, feed babies again, change them into playground duds, then down to the playground with the babies while magnificent took sebastian to the car park so sebbie could "drive" the blue car.

on the playground busy babies had good times crawling. black black hands.

bathtime, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime, video for sebastian, bedtime, and now magchar and i are sitting down to thai food. we were going to go out for dinner, but i am still knackered.

three deadlines this week….may the force be with me.

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  1. Mum aka Mo aka Maureen April 24, 2005 at 10:32 pm

    Carys putting out her arms to you is just tooooooo much! I drank in every single word of your first Sunday back in HK, Tess. LOVED IT 🙂
    Will be praying for you about your 3 deadlines.
    Love, M xox

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  2. Tess, my young friend, you rock. Did you top off your dinner with a few timtams?

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    Carys putting out her arms to you is just tooooooo much! I drank in every single word of your first Sunday back in HK, Tess. LOVED IT 🙂
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