We’re not exactly Saints in this household so to hear the Hubs say the F word and Shut Up and Asshole and Stupid and Idiot etc etc etc is not uncommon. I have been warning him to mind his foul mouth but it falls on deaf ears as he has a temper.
T1 is very good because she knows the bad words from the good and refrains from saying any bad words or phrases but T2? I’ve heard her say Dammit and Shut Up, but lately, she has been spewing out the following phrases whenever she gets angry:
How DARE you say that??!!!
For the longest time, I’d been meaning to tell the Hubs off for causing this upon my child but because I saw so little of him already and old age causes short memories, it had not happened yet. I certainly don’t say those things, so she must’ve learnt it from him!
And then suddenly one day, I heard those exact phrases from the Harry Potter DVD she was watching and BANG! That is exactly where she’s picked it up from and since that day, all the Harry Potter DVD’s went out the window. Damage control.
We’ve had it with watching a movie with T2. Today we watched The Dark Knight 2012. When we brought her to watch The Avengers several months ago, it was her first movie ever and she managed to sit through the entire movie. When we came out of it, the Hubs and I thought we’d struck the lottery now that the kids could both watch movies with us but weeks later, every single movie or play/musical we’d brought her to ended up with her wanting to leave. She’d whine and moan and start crying and whinging and then start screaming till one of us REALLY had to leave with her. We have wasted just under RM500 because of this as we’d bought tickets for her every single time and every single time she bailed out on us. Today was one such day. We made a deal with her that if she could last the whole movie, we’d buy her chocolate!!! She said OK. *rolls eyeballs*
We watched The Dark Night 2012 and within 20 minutes, she’d already got into her “I’m very scared!!!” mode. Le sigh…...
Thus the Hubs angrily brought her out and as soon as T1 and I finished 3 hours of The Dark Knight 2012, he’d already bought another ticket for himself to watch it himself again!!! We have promised ourselves that we will NOT bring T2 to ANY more movies, musicals, plays, shows, ANYTHING!!! Especially when it costs money!!!
Recently we discovered a great place for toddlers to spend an afternoon running around and burning up lots of energy for a few hours and that was at the Young Explorer’s Kid’s Gym at 1 Mont Kirar Mall in Mont Kiara. I’ve been there a few times for parties but I never knew there was a toddler area, or rather a gym, that was suitable for toddlers. It was the perfect place for a play date.
Entry fee was I think RM12 and you could play for as long as you liked provided there wasn’t a class going on.
On that day, T2 went to play with her best friend, Daania……
They started with the balnacing bar but it wasn’t high enough for T2, the dare devil.
Soon after, she was attempting the high balance bar. My heart was on high alert as she didn’t want anyone to hold her hands!
She then proceeded to the rings….
Then she and Daania had a game of running around in circles for about 50 rounds until Daania’s Mom and I were dizzy. They were also carrying these little coloured bean bags whilst they ran……I really wonder what the joy is in running in circles. o_o
After that, she went on the swinging bar and instinctively knew how to swing on it!
Born to be a monkey.
And finally, rolling the barrel that was much larger than she was. After a few hours, it was time to go home but the little minx did not want to leave.
So I put her inside the barrel…..Ooooo……what has Mama done?
She tries to climb out without success.
Then starts yelling…..
And finally admits defeat.
Did I tell you I was Queen in this household?
When I came home one day, this was what I found. 2 designer seats in front, 3 plastic seats at the back with 3 passengers all cramped up in the middle seat. Supermarket trolley behind and bags on the floor.
Quick everyone. Guess what T2 was playing???
My fearless toddler finally found her Achille’s Heel.
She is afraid of drills and the sound of drills.
As Daddy fixed the CCTVs at our home one day, the little one ZOOMED for cover under the lanai table with fear in her eyes. Real fear.
But after I explained to her that it was only a drilling noise, something Daddy was working on with his drill, she let out a smile………but still stayed under the table until Daddy finished his drilling.
One thing I’ll give the Hubs, he’s an absolute genius when it comes to anything household. When he drills, he has an envelope taped in such a way to the surface so that any drill dust that flies from the plaster ceiling (or wherever) goes STRAIGHT into the envelope. Something he designed himself – genius or what?! That’s what you call no mess drilling, yo!
Sometimes, I leave the girls with the Hubs and go out for a breather. Every Mom needs that!
It’s easy for the Hubs because they are generally well behaved with him around and he doesn’t give a toss about the finer details in raising children.
One day when I came home, I saw this and started yelling because I have stated time and time and again that they needed to CLEAN UP after they finished playing. Nobody was in the room but when I started yelling, T1 stayed away for good measure and T2 came running in to check what the commotion was about……
It was obvious that there were little people jumping on the mattresses too when I have always said NO JUMPING ON THE BED. Why? Because someone has actually jumped and knocked her head on the wall before, that’s why.
Then with her cute, squeaky voice, “That is my hair band shop, Mama…..”
How not to love.
Thanks to my Nanny, T2 can now write her alphabets, not that it matters because she would have learnt it one fine day anyway. But it’s still a nice thing to WOW her with as she gets ever so excited every time she writes an alphabet or draws something to show us. The small alphabets are not written by her by the way…..only the big ones.
She is still struggling with her phonics though because there is no one now to teach it to her thus I cannot decide if I should bother or not. She will turn three this August. T1 started reading at 3.5 years old and that is considered relatively early. It really doesn’t matter though whether your child starts reading at 3 or 8 because everyone will eventually learn to read! What DOES matter though is if you push your child to read at 3 when she isn’t ready because then you would be wasting a lot of time and your child would be missing out on all the other things that she is supposed to be doing at 3. Some children can readily read at 3, some at 8. Neither means the child is smarter. No way.
So should I bother teaching phonics to T2? T1 learnt her phonics from school but now T2 isn’t schooling……
I honestly don’t care so much whether she can read or not but I really did enjoy T1′s early reading journey because it saved me a lot of time and although I still would read to her, her reading journey had a head start. She’s read the entire Harry Potter series and a few classics but now I’m making her take a step back to re-read all her books more critically. Even the Famous Five series since English at school is now more challenging, and it has helped as through reading, she is now making cross references to her writing work at school.
Today, she was asked to write a play for English. It sounded challenging to me but she said it would be easy because she has read scripts before. Huh? Really?
If Nanny hadn’t taught T2 to write, she wouldn’t know how to write. So that’s one thing taken care of! Who will teach her her phonics then???
We cannot even decide when to send her to school. Oh, I’m just so lazy…..
Fearless kids are kids with guts and balls of steel. I have a fearless kid. Her name is T2. She jumps from heights that she isn’t supposed to. She walks on bars that are high and she does foolish stunts that she isn’t supposed to. Needless to say, she has lots of accidents. Lots more than T1 ever did. Lots!
She is a stress bomb, I tell ya! All warnings fall on deaf ears, I kid you not. Even after a fall, she’d go right back up to try again. What do I do with this kid???
How many of you have babies who love sashimi? Sashimi for babies 101 coming up. If you do not want to spend oodles of money investing in top grade sashimi (several portions at that per time because my baby loves sashimi so much that she can eat all of 10 pieces at a go and if we don’t order several portions, well, nobody else will get to eat any sashimi), then do NOT introduce sashimi to your baby. Ever.
For a good 20 years of my life, I never touched sashimi because the idea of raw fish? EWE. Besides, when we were growing up, eating Japanese food was a luxury that didn’t happen often. We would go to a Japanese restaurant once or twice a year???
It was only when I met the Hubs that I really started eating sashimi. And then grew to like it. Ouch. I remember having big sashimi cravings when I was pregnant yet wasn’t allowed to touch it. I think though after the first trimester I did have some for the wrath of greed.
Then for some reason, my kids liked it too! They will readily vote for Japanese food when asked. They’d order chawan mushi, salmon sashimi and grilled fish or beef. T1 also likes the Japanese fried rice.
Sashimi for babies is really not recommended for digestive risks but I think it’s OK once your child is above 2 years old and has proven to have a strong stomach without allergy problems. My girls eat us to the poor house. They really do. Last month our food bill alone was a shocking RMxxxx (way out of how much we want to spend on food!) but to be fair, we had guests from Australia so paying for a large group sometimes naturally added up.
Above, my cheeky monkey with a piece of her favourite food. Sashimi for babies, anyone?
One of T2′s favourite pastimes is to dance. She’s got good rhythm and can even sing in tune. Apart from playing with her toys, reading her books, watching Harry Potter and playing with her sister, she also makes requests to blast the music so she can dance.
She really loves dancing!
It all began when our dear British Nanny, Hayley, started this dancing trend.
They would play this hip Christmas CD over and over again till one day, I’d had enough and gave them a pop CD instead. Gosh, those tunes are still ringing in my head whenever I look at photos of T2 dancing…..
Of course, T1 would be the brain behind any form of choreography moves and T2 would happily follow blindly…….
You know, maybe we should have a weekly 1 hour dancing session and Mama should join in. Just so I get my 1 hour workout THAT DAY!!!
This is T2′s poo pattern.
She will suffer one whole day trying to keep her poo in because she’s had several bad experiences with poo (she suffers from piles and her bum insides actually fall out when she poos!) and during that day, she will be in a foul mood. That is the day everyone knows to keep out of her way. You cannot look at her nor talk to her as she would just yell at you, “NO LOOK!!!”
During that keeping the poo in day, you would see her every now and then running to a quiet corner (such as the pic below), and squatting down in concentration for about 15 minutes before she psychologically pushes her poo back in and she’s off again to play. I swear this can happen all day.
After 1 or 2 days of keeping it in, it has to come out, right? But keeping it in has caused it to accumulate at the bottom causing a tennis ball to formate. A rock hard tennis ball. On good days, it is a rock hard golf ball. On even better days, just a clump of rock hard pebbles. Whatever the case, there is always blood, tears, and there is always bum flesh coming out from inside – piles? Hemarrhoids? Yes, since she was 2 years old…….who gets piles at 2? Only my T2!!!
Apart from the fact that she suffers these big, painful, rocks that exit her backside every few days, I suffer hours and hours of stress just sitting with her in the toilet begging her to just release it. Come on then, Lady! Just glorify us with your Royal Poo why don’t you!??? Each poo session takes anywhere from 20 minutes to 3 hours. It is such a time waster for me. Yet I cannot leave her as she is in pain, she’s anxious and needs me beside her for comfort.
Today we had yet another 3 hour sweating, drama poo session in the toilet. I’ve been so tired as we’ve had guests and I’ve had very little sleep what with work and everything else. So I finally made her an appointment to see a Chiropractor. Nothing else has worked!!! It’ll cost quite an investment but something worth seeing through I think. The hubs may not like it but heck, he’s not the one sitting with her losing 1 full day every month in sweat and discomfort.
We have tried almost everything. The general rule when a toddler constipates is as below:-
1. Give her more water. At least 1 litre per day. This has been a problem as she is like her grandmother, does not get thirsty thus if you do not shove the water bottle in her face every 10 minutes for a sip, she will not drink and by day end, she would not have had her 1 litre. Such hard work……
2. Give her more fibre. For her size, she needs at least 10grams of fibre per day. This is tough too as she does not like vegetables nor fruit, NOR JUICE. Thus any form of fibre has to be hidden. How much time do i have to make hidden fibre??? I try my best nevertheless….
3. Reduce constipating foods. Surprisingly enough, many people will tell you to eat banana if your child is constipated but really, banana is NOT, and I repeat NOT a fruit to help constipation. Papaya is, banana isn’t. Other constipating foods include milk, yoghurt, cheese, cooked carrots; so stay away from these when your child is constipated. For me, this is relatively easy since T2 isn’t much of an eater but she does love her banana and milk…..she’s probably constipated because she drinks too much milk!
4. Get her to exercise more. Well, we live in an apartment. Need I say more? I will work harder to bring her out more often for exercise!
We have seen several doctors about her shit problem and we still don’t have a solution. They have pumped with her various medications including probiotics and Enemas squeezed up her bum-bum; and I really have decided to go natural now. Enough of doctor crap. I will be making a conscious effort now to monitor her fibre and water intake, and see the Chiropractor and hopefully, this constipation woe will soon be a thing of the past.
T2…..T2……if only you weren’t so stubborn and would just eat as Mama tells you. You think a Mom’s life is easy???
As you all know, T2 has only 1 friend. Haha….OK, she knows a few other toddlers from Mama’s friends here and there but really, Daania is the ONLY friend that she sees on a regular basis. She actually knows who Daania is.
Fashion Credits: On T2: Peach Cardigan – H&M Hennes Amsterdam, Shorts – T1′s old shorts from Kota Bharu Pasar Malam, Sandals – T1′s old sandals from TreeHouse.
Look at my T2 – she insisted on wearing her cardigan when the room was NOT cold at all (and she was sweating!!!), and look at Daania, isn’t she beautiful??? Not sure what happened to her hair…..new age toddler fashion?
I love these two girls – they are so cute!!!
Just what exactly are you telling me about my sister, MISTER???
Nestle Fat Free Yoghurt.
Although I really don’t agree with T2 eating Nestle Fat Free Yoghurt (because she needs all the fat she can get!), the little minx just loves it and insists on eating it every time she sets eyes on it either at the supermarket or at the club we frequent. And how do you say no to a face like that??? Wouldn’t she be a great little spokesperson for Nestle???
She’s usually not a yoghurt person but goes through phases. Recently, she made me buy the Yoplait Petit Miam which she used to dislike and insisted on Vanilla flavour. I’m not even sure she knows what vanilla flavour is but when I tested her several times, asked if she wanted Strawberry, Berries, or Peach, she started getting irritated and swore she wanted VANILLA FLAVOUR!!! Okayyyyy…………chill.
Do your kids eat Nestle Fat Free Yoghurt? It is filled with live culture and no artificial colouring.
They come in so many flavours but T2 only likes the Strawberry. Just so you know, each tub of Nestle Fat Free Yoghurt contains 162mg of calcium. I believe toddlers require 800mg of calcium per day which they get mostly from milk and food and then you supplement the rest with cheese, yoghurt and whatever.
Drama or what???
Honestly, what does one do with kids when one has to go to a public washroom? At least now that they can both stand, they are just forced to come in with me. There is no way I am letting any of them stand outside out of my sight. They moan and groan but they have no choice.
It is really hard for mothers especially when their tiny tots are not walking yet. What the heck do you do with the baby when you need to use a public toilet? Yes, keep her in the stroller. But what if the stroller does not fit into the toilet? Not all public venues have disabled toilets large enough to house a stroller. What if you don’t bring a stroller that day? You’re basically screwed.
It’s happened to me before. Oh, yes. I’d put baby in the Baby Bjorn and then had food poisoning at the hospital with no one to pass the baby to. What do you do? You wing it, Honey.
If you have a toddler who can stand, or is wobbly, you have to worry about her deciding to crawl on the filthy public toilet floor or worse, touch any surface and then put her fingers into her mouth.
So to all you readers out there who are not yet married, or not yet with babies, LEARN.
Motherhood is NOT easy and I will not lie to you. You will never derive such joy from having babies but it is NOT easy. As long as you know it, go on then…….take that dive to the point of no return.
They should just invent some gadget to place your kids in the toilet temporarily till you are done. Like a baby carrier that’s attached to the toilet wall, or a cage of some sort within the cubicles, haha! Not every one has a maid. Not every one wants a maid.
Look at my kids. We’re OUT of the washrooms but apparently their sense of smells are hyper-sensitive.
My girls, they fight. Oh…..they fight. Like spit and spat and hitting and screaming……but at the end of the day, they always make up. They are sisters after all. Best friends forever.
I love how they miss each other when the other isn’t around. I love how they protect each other. I love how they plot together. I love how they play together. I love how they do projects together (with T1′s leadership, of course! T2 will happily follow….). I love how they act silly together. I love how they surprise us together. And there is one thing they have never done and that is to snitch on one another. Not yet.
They make fun of each other. Like if one of them got yelled at, the other would snigger and sing, “Haaaa….Haaaaa….. Someone……Got……..Scolding……!!!” The funny thing is, even when T2 gets the scolding, she herself will sing it to herself, “Haaa…..Haaaaa…….Someone…..Got…….. Scolding……!!!!……That’s ME!!”
Whenever I see my girls together, I wish and wish that I had a sister. I’ve always wanted a sister. Perhaps in my next life.
One of the things T2 loves doing is playing Hairstylist. She did it first with our British Nanny and now she’s doing it with our local Nanny. Bless them. I will still not be victim to THIS hairdresser.
It’s a good thing both Nannies have long hair!
Here are some of the styles that T2 did……
I don’t know if she actually tied the hair like that or just used her mouth to INSTRUCT the Nanny how to tie the hair.
But if she tied it herself, I’d be well impressed. It means the fine motor skills of those little fingers are at work.