2nd day of 9 Emperor God Laksa

   Yesterday was the 2nd night of Laksa festival at 9 Emperor God's. The whole clan turned up for it. Dad. Mum , me . Phoebe for her first festival and Miki of course. Even Tuti decided she wanted to come attend and see the fun bit.


   Seems Phoebe came first in the afternoon with Gramma for a sneak peek. Of course anywhere that she goes. Drama follows. Phoebe insisted she wanted to wave to Thomas each time a train passes by, so she sat at the steps with Tuti waiting for Thomas to come along. After awhile, she became too quiet that Tuti was suspicious. Phoebe got so excited that she did a number 1 right there on the steps. Tuti had to call Gramma for help because Phoebe refuses to budge. Somehow managed to clean her and got her home.
   Later that night we all came over to help out. Was busy and crazy like the war zone it has always been for the past 3 years we came to help. Phoebe came with her other Gramma and uncles. Gala time she had. It was up and down looking at dragons and balloons. She ended up getting herself a Donald Duck balloon to go home with. Poor thing was all wet from sweat and running around. No drama there till we got home later that night.
   Both Momma Bear and Phoebe was already asleep when we got home at 1 am. Saw all the bed sheet being hung up. Suspected something amiss.
   Phoebe was so happy from her outing she decided she needed to throw up on the bed.
   Then pee on the bed for good measure.
   Momma Bear nearly strangled her for good. Thank goodness they were asleep when i walked in. Thinking this was the last of it. How wrong i was.
   I think i slept like 40 minutes last night. Phoebe came up every other hour asking for Ribena . Milk and Godknoswhat... She even decided she wanted to do a Number 1 at 4 am. Which she actually did. Me and Momma Bear nearly fainted form exhaustion... Finally managed to get her to sleep at 5 am.
   Turns out Phoebe was not just excited about her outing. She caught a fever and cough. Woke up at 11am. The latest she has done in a long long time. Checked her and her temperature was 39.0 C. Not a good sign. Group discussion done with Momma Bear and Gramma. Decided its best to give her one up the butt....
   I wont be surprised if she hates me in the future. Its always me pushing up that pill into her ass when she gets sick. I am always the bad cop.
   Another week of playing waiter to go...
   No update so far from the little fellow inside Momma Bear. Other than the occasional mamak supper and salted orange peel. It's been smooth sailing for now. Fingers crossed. We are due at the doc's next week. This time to look for the blinking LED- that will be the little fella's heart beat.