Leaving Kids to be BORED

My kids play the iPad almost every day. Their iPad time is determined by my mood. From a very young age, I had instilled a minimal technology rule and made sure that they never came to me with the dreaded phrase that I can not stand – Mama, I’m bored…...

NEVER!!!

I have always maintained that people who get bored are boring. They lack creativity, they cannot think, so they get bored. There is SO MUCH in the world to do, to read, to explore, to learn, to laugh about, to create, etc; how can anyone be bored??? I would kill to have more time in my days just because there is so much out there for me to not get bored.

So yeah. Even though my girls get iPad time, they would never dare come to me to say they are bored. They don’t get bored. Full of life and full of ideas with things to do. Their days are very interesting to follow I can assure you. (Disclosure: I am not showing off)

Just some of the things they do include:

1. Playing dress up as all sorts of characters, making movies

2. Playing pretend, from the postman to the Government to the Ballerina’s Life

3. Toy soldiers in a War

4. Playing their doll house

5. Physical skills such as racing with one leg hopping, etc.

6. Hide the object

7. Cooking and baking – T1 is getting real good!

8. Reading, Reading, Reading

9. Creating their own projects such as making crystals, planting wheat grass, germinating seeds, mixing up liquids, conducting all sorts of crazy experiments, building things from paper, etc.

10. Playing Phone Conversations

11. Doing art and craft

12. Playing word games or riddles

13. Bicycling outdoors

14. Just being silly by being themselves

15. Do yoga, dance, jump around…..

And this is when we are indoors 90% of the time. If only I had a garden? They’d create magic.

T2 and her Chanel Bag

My daughter is listening in to too many of my conversations especially when I am in a fluffy mood on cloud 9 dreaming of Chanel and such that she too wanted her own Chanel bag. She’s already ‘chupped’ my Chanel bags, OK???

She asked me rather politely, “Mama, when I am already big, can I please have all your Chanel bags?”

WTF

This 4 year old knows about Chanel bags. I am so going to be shot down as a mother. Whatever happened to beach balls and fruit popsicles? It’s Chanel this generation apparently……

So I said, yes…..but of course. There is no way, T1 would want them. T1, who rolls her eyeballs whenever the mention of shopping or bags come about. Their both reactions contrast at opposite ends of the scales with T2 having her eyes light up and face glowing the moment you tell her we are going shopping and buying Chanel.

Whilst at Plaza Damas today on the way to the osteopath, she stopped by outside the pre-loved designer bag shop and pointed to the little tiny purple Chanel tote. I kid you not. I told her to ask her boyfriend to buy it for her when she is a big girl or make her own money to buy it.

So this pink bag you see here? It’s actually Hello Kitty but T2 thinks it is Chanel due to it’s puff pattern. She loves it to high Heaven and goes everywhere with it. Like her mother though, she will eventually switch bags to another of her 100 bags in her bedroom……all pink.

Little girls, all sugar and spice. I love my little girl.

And I love my little big girl.

I just love my two little girls so very much!!!

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T2’s little mind

Today, I brought little T2 along with me to see the handsome osteopath. Slurp. It’s good that she comes along just so I don’t rape him. Anyway, we left home at 9am with me in a stressed condition as I did not want to be late (and of course, T2 had to announce that she must come along at the very last minute BEFORE she finished her breakfast lalalalalala) and you can never tell with traffic despite the proximity of his clinic to my home, and then once we arrived at Plaza Damas, I accidentally entered the wrong underground section of the parking lot which I did not want to do.

Ish!!

So T2 and I, we went round and round and round looking for an exit to go to the outdoor section of the Plaza Damas parking but I simply could not find it. Perhaps there was none! Then I made my way to the shopping mall since I knew my way to the clinic from there but because it was before 10am (mall opening time), the parking lot was dead and I was quite sure the entrances to the mall were still locked. I know many times that I have gone to BV before opening time and there has been only TWO entrances opened and that is the gym entrance and the main supermarket entrance. I wondered why there were a stack of cars though near the entrance to the mall yet so many available parking lots since it was still early. But still went round and round whilst the slow juice fast  head (oh, I’m on a 3 day juice fast, did I tell you?) decided the best course of action.

My anxious little girl at the back finally said, “Mama, the door to the mall MUST be open. Otherwise where do all the people from these cars go???”

Good point. I was still doubtful though. There was no movement in the parking lot and the air was still apart from me and T2 going round and round still like 2 dunggus. I wondered if they entered a lift instead not from the shopping mall and situated at one of the staircase cores?

Finally, I had no choice as we were running out of time but to stop the car and park with the intention to walk wherever it took to get an exit out of the parking lot and find our way to the handsome osteopath……..

T2 encouraged me, “Come on, Mama, let’s go to the shopping mall door first. I’m sure the door is open. The people must have gone inside!!”

I thought what the heck, let’s go try it first, and lo and behold, it was! Geez! If only I listened to her in the first place.

The wisdom of little ones.

Ikea Raskog Trolley

We recently went out to Ikea to buy 2 Ikea Raskog Trolleys throwing us back by about RM500. Why? Well, as T1 is now at home and doing her school work from home, she has been messy with her books leaving them all over the place but when I complain about it, she says she has too many school books and her work desk isn’t big enough. It’s true. She really had nowhere to store her entire book list so I thought the Ikea Raskog trolley would be ideal for her to place her school books and she could push them wherever she wanted to. Some days, she worked on the dining table, some days on her work desk, some days on her bed, some days on the floor, some days on the couch…..the benefits of homeschooling.

And of course, since I was getting one for T1, I naturally had to get 1 for T2 as well. If it was something else, such as a Monopoly game, it would have been fine; but to buy T1 a trolley, something that a 4 year old would derive such joy out of, I just had to do it. For me, it is endless entertainment for the little one and as long as she is out of my hair, I’d happily invest the RM 250 or whatever it was.

And because the girls were super impatient and wanting their brand new trolleys the moment they awoke the next morning, I made them build it themselves. Well, T2 had no clue, of course, so she was lucky enough to have Mama’s help, but T1 was on her own. Good thing for Lego or she’d be plenty stuck. I’m proud of her that she managed to fix the Ikea Raskog Trolley entirely by herself without any help. I was even MORE proud of her that she thought of putting a round pencil into the trolley to ensure that each trolley was leveled and completely parallel to the floor. She told me, “Mom, if the pencil rolls to any side, it means the trolley basket isn’t leveled and you need to adjust the screws until it’s leveled and the pencil no longer moves in any direction.”

Wow. Where the heck did she learn that from? And why the heck did I not think of that???

Once she was done, she said, “Hey, Mom. Don’t you think I did great? I mean, I did that in 45 minutes and I am not a boy.”

Hang on. What did she mean? Was she implying that girls couldn’t do these kinds of fixing? So I probed her further.

“Well, it’s just that Daddy is always fixing everything so you know, it’s more a guys kind of thing to be fixing. But we did great as we’re girls!”

Hmm.

I made it my mission then to ensure that she understood that there was no gender bias in performing any task in this world, girl or boy, both could be just as good. And that there was no ceiling to being a girl either. In fact, I personally felt girls were not only smarter but much more resourceful and that they could multi-task and were also extremely capable whether or not they let on to be.

I think she got it.

T2, on the other hand, was just thrilled that she had the trolley fixed and started carting her patients around the hospital.

See? I knew she was going to have loads of fun with it. And when she does get older, she will also put her stationery and whatever else on it as a necessary mobile storage unit. The Ikea Raskog Trolley – now if only they had baby pink. Why did they not think of that?!!!??

My girls music lessons

As both my girls are now at home full time (woe is me!!!), I am now their new piano teacher because they were not liking the old piano/violin teacher. Perhaps she was not inspiring enough for them? They need someone who can make them laugh, someone who can keep them interested, someone who can engage them for a whole hour. However, I’ve not yet found a violin teacher. Would you know any good violin teachers? T1 started with essential elements 2000 book at Musicians Friend. Interestingly, T1 is playing much better with me as her piano teacher than any of her old piano teachers. Mommy is just way more fun.

Parenting Gone Wrong

After seeing this image on Facebook one day, I rounded up the girl for a lesson in gratitude. There’s nothing like seeing imagery for lessons, and better still if the kids could be there real life as proven by my bringing T1 to Myanmar to see for herself how the children sleep on dirty floors.

After a 10 minute explanation on how lucky we are in our part of the world to have food readily accessible rather than being poor and in countries where famine is apparent, and this was met with curious eyes full of disbelief that the baby on the right literally has no bum cheeks, I asked T2 gently, “So T2, if you had lots of food like you do every day, could you please share it with the poor people who have no food?”

Before even her thinking for a second, her answer shot out so quickly that it darted my heart, “NO WAY!!!”

Where have I gone wrong? My 4 year old is the most selfish, know what she wants and what she doesn’t want little girl on this side of the world. It truly is time for damage control – sigh…………

What do you think she’s playing on the above photo? This was taken in Australia and I thought they were playing graduation ceremony when she walking around with a box over her head, then someone else asked if she was being a model, walking on stage like a Miss Universe; but it was actually she and her sister playing robots. LOL!!! Does she look like a robot to you???

Must be Iron Man influence, this. I must say they have good taste. Robert Downey Jr is not bad at all.

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T2’s Birthday – 4 years old

HAPPY BIRTHDAY T2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A friend asked me the other day if I had brought T2 out to celebrate her birthday and for the life of me, I couldn’t even remember!!! But surely I must have, right? So I said, yeah sure…..we did. And then she asked if we had a cake? I swear to God, I had no clue because my memory bank was blank. Zero. I could not visualise the cake at all but yet again I said, yeah….yeah……we had a cake. But I had absolutely no idea what cake! Am I a terrible Mom or what????

So after scouring back the old photos from the camera, there is evidence! Albeit a crappy picture of her birthday, poor T2. Remind me to hire a professional photographer for future captures! But yes! There was a cake! And we did go out!

Oh, gosh.

I am really overworked and tired and going mad.

We had a gorgeous cake in fact which was just perfect. Not too big, not too sweet. Perfect. And we went somewhere special. Somewhere where we as a family always go for dinner at our neighbourhood Italiana ristorante.

T2 was so shy when the staff brought the cake out singing to her that she covered her face the entire time and refused to show it. She didn’t even blow her own candles!!! She was just completely overwhelmed as this was her first public birthday ever and she was not expecting such an audience. Well, always a first…..

I blew the candles for her whilst pretending that she’d actually blown them (hey, I’m on my way to becoming a ventriloquist – alternative night job?) and made a wish on her behalf too.

And where was my dearest T1? Busy with something else obviously. Sigh. I really need to plan these things better.

We had another school party with home baked midnight cup cakes but I’ll save that for another post.

Anyway, Happy Birthday Darling T2. We love you more than you ever know.

 

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Language fun in the car

T2 is almost 4 and is really good at her Bahasa because she communicates with our helper in getting her needs met. She has this game where she unknowingly expands her Malay vocabulary by asking us what everything under the sun is in Malay. She looks outside the window and randomly throws words at us and me and my helper have a race to see who can answer it first.

Today, she wanted to play it with T1 after we picked T1 up and T1a made fun of her saying, “Mom, whether I’m right or wrong, she wouldn’t even know if it was correct or not!?! Hahahaha!!!”

They continued playing. Then T1 whispered to me, “Let me test her. I’m going to say the wrong word. Sshhh.”

T2 asked, “what is tongue?”

T1 said, “Mata”

T2 protested, “No….I said, what is tongue!?”

T1 continued, “Mata!!”

T2 rolls her eyeballs. “It’s yidah!” and we burst into laughter and T2 starts getting angry because she thinks we are laughing at her in a bad way but in effect, she knows more than we think!

I then challenged the girls, hey, if this is going to be our current car game with over 50 words being revised/questioned, let’s add some spice and do it in French and Mandarin as well since T1 does those languages at school. Suddenly, T1 got excited. The moment we got home, she ran to search for an old scrapbook and said she wanted to start a word scrapbook dictionary in those 4 languages.

Cool! That would be education for me and T2 too.

Looking so forward to learning new vocabulary in other languages. So far she’s done all the colours of the rainbow and more….

My baby is almost 4

My little T2, still as little and tiny as ever, my baby girl, will be 4 in exactly a month. Shit. That’s 30 days, which means I need to get my act together to organise some birthday do for her. She has never had one but now that she’s at school, she has specifically said that she wants to bring some chocolate cupcakes to school. And we must bring some party packs too, Mommy! 

I shall oblige. I shall totally oblige. After all, her big sis had a birthday bash every single year since the day she was born. Heck, she even had a party BEFORE she was born……

So yes, my little T2, you can definitely have some cupcakes for your birthday AND party packs. Whatever you wish.

How fast she has grown. Still as clingy as ever to Mama, but such a little Chilli, as her Grandfather calls her.

My absolute favourite time with her is when I pick her up from school everyday. Her standard questions every day –

“What’s for lunch/dinner/breakfast today, Mommy?” She still mixes up those 3 meals but everyday, she does mean lunch.

Her next question everyday without fail: “What is Kakak wearing?” Errr…..like the heck I know! (nor care). Why does she ask? She wants to check how observant I have been, I kid you not. So if I were to guess some outfit such as black T-shirt and shorts, she would take the opportunity to say, “Wrong!!! She is wearing an orange shirt!!” and starts cackling in fits of little girl cheer.

OK – whatever. It is obvious that she loves her Kakak. Memorises her outfit of the day although that can’t be too hard since she probably has 7 different outfits in total. After picking her up daily, we go home for lunch and then I get back to work and when it is time again, we go out together to pick T1 up.

T1’s school has this huge field and T2 loves running around in it. I love her having the space to explore since we do not have a garden at home but the heat, OMG, the heat kills me!

But she is so happy despite the heat, like the caged puppy let loose from it’s kennel. Bless, my deprived child.

Another deja vu moment DAILY on our way home is, “Is the goat out today, Mommy???”

Goat?

Yes, goat.

A REAL goat.

One with a little goatie, one that bleats.

Right outside my neighbourhood on the way home from school. Literally walking distance from home, right in the city centre of KL. Can you believe it? There is a goat! Someone keeps a freaking GOAT.

It is the highlight of my girls’ day every day to see this goat. Sometimes he appears, sometimes he doesn’t, but every time, they look out for him. I wonder what his name is.

Mehhhhhhhh…………..MEHHHHHHHHHH…………………..

Precious Moments with My 2 Girls.

Today, T2 asked me why I opened the car window and I replied that there was a bug in the car and I wanted it to fly out. Her story started…..

“You know, I think the bug likes the car and he doesn’t want to go out because he likes the air-cond in here. It’s nice and cold but it’s hot outside. You see? He is not flying out. I’m telling you, Mommy, he is not flying out. He likes to be cold. He likes the air-cond. Like me. Actually, I wish I was a chicken then Daddy can put me into the freezer. I can play with my chicken friends in the freezer.”

At which point I cracked up laughing…..

“CHICKEN??? Don’t you worry, T2. When we go to Europe in winter, you would be able to feel what it’s like being in a freezer.”

“Yaaaaa, when??? How many more years are we going to Paris?”

“9 months, T2. Not years. Months. And why do you want to be a chicken?”

“So you can eat me, Mommy!”

“But if I ate you, there would be no more T2!!! And I love my T2!!!”

“It’s OK, Mommy. You can always make another T2. And another. And another. And another……”

I learn from my kid, you know?

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Child Labour for a Good Cause

Working for what you want

My girls are incredibly spoilt. They’re not bad girls and in fact they’re very good girls by far, but they’re highly pampered and get things very easily. They can adapt to unfavourable situations yet if they can milk it, they will. Thus I’ve decided that from here on, I will stop being free with anything that they want. We will start a barter rule. Unfortunately, this doesn’t work so easy with T2 who really won’t do what she does not want to do.

Unless you call the Police Man from the Bangsar Police Station.

Mostly, she will weigh the pros and cons and make a firm decision that rather than go to bed early, she would forego that chocolate scoop of ice-cream.

Today, T1 asked for some new pipe cleaners for craft after seeing some wonderful colours at a friend’s place. I told her she had to work for it by cleaning the underside of every chair and stool in our home, then wash one toilet. For reference, we have 4 dining chairs (because I threw 4 out due to old age), 4 teak stools, 6 swivel office chairs, 4 children chairs and stools and 4 random stools including the piano stool.

T1 happily delegated some of this work to her willing assistant.

After they finished wiping the legs and undersides of all the chairs/stools, they proceeded to the toilet (which happened to be quite clean already because our helper had just cleaned it this morning!) but still they found corners which were not spanking clean – according to T1. I had yelled out to them, “Why are you cleaning the guest toilet when Kakak just cleaned it this morning??!!!!”

And T1 insisted that there were still dirty bits. She chose not to clean my master bath where there was a whole lot more cleaning to be done. T2 set out to wipe the toilet walls and T1 proceeded to wipe the toilet blinds (so now we know where my helper cheats) and under the sink.

After an hour of cleaning, they were showered and hungry for dinner.

I’m beginning to like this shit!

So I called the Hubs to make a special trip to the store to get them their rainbow pipe cleaners. Aren’t they a lucky bunch? Work an hour and get paid immediately.

Next project – delayed gratification. The questions is how we define the term delayed.

Kidzania for Young Children

I think I’ve been to Kidzania close to 10 times now but always for T1 as she just loves making money and performing all those work activities. Last weekend however, T2 got o participate on her own and I was so proud of her when she walked into the bank by herself (parents not allowed into the Kidzania Bank) to cash her cheque. She received 50 Kidzos (currency at Kidzania) as a start…… . And heck, the only activity she wanted to do was to get her nails painted!!! That activity COSTS money, not MAKES money!!!! This girl needs a rich boyfriend. T1 would go all out to work to collect her Kidzos and is very careful about spending it. T2 however……..lady of leisure. Furthermore, another kid painted her nails and I was thinking, oh no, what would the result be like? Surprisingly it turned out OK because I think the adult helped. Colour choice? Hmmm…..I don’t think they even gave T2 a choice as she came out with green and yellow nails! I must remind T2 about it the next time to ask for the colour she wants. . So since there was nothing else in Kidzania that T2 was interested in, we brought her to the Toddler Room upstairs which was free of charge. It was a clean and quiet area for toddlers to spend their time whilst their elders worked downstairs. They had a selection of books and toys….. . A small bouncy castle……which T2 had lots of fun jumping in. . A large kitchen that was rather sparse with pretend food and cutlery……. . Although there were some…… . And a ball pool….. The best part was it was quiet and parents could actually sit and rest. My God!!!

T2’s First Sports Day

I remember all those arguments that I’d had with the Hubs about sending his precious super tiny T2 to school. He always felt she was too tiny and was protective about people pushing her into the drain (LOLOL!!!) and I always felt I just wanted her OUT of the house as early as possible and kept telling him that despite her size, SHE’D be bossing everyone around and pushing THEM into the drain instead, being the little terrorist that she is.

The day finally came this year and boy, was she so ready for school. She adjusted within the day (unlike T1 who took an entire YEAR!) and loves going to school. No separation anxiety issues at all and she’s all smiles going and coming back from school. She looks up so much to her big sister and poor lass, she is always wanting to become like her big sister.

She finally got her chance to go to school AND have her first Sports Day, just like her big sister, and it was SO MUCH FUN.

She first had to do a March Past……at 3, it was rather a walk past than a march past, but hilariously, the 2 year olds would just walk or toddle anywhere they fancied and not follow the march past direction so you would see teachers running randomly across the grass to direct them back to their lines. So cute!

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Then she had to do a dance aerobic kind of performance to music and because we sat at the back, she kept looking back at us and sticking her tongue out! Where she learnt that from I have no idea. So yup, she’d do her moves then every 10 seconds, turn and gave us the tongue. How she managed to remember where she left off was quite impressive. Just copy what everyone else is doing, haha……

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Last but not least, she participated in her tele-match race, here waiting her turn…..

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She had to run with a ball, jump into a hoop, jump out of it, jump into another hoop then throw the ball into the basket. Then she had to pick up the ball and do the same thing back. Too damn cute.

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Unlike her sister who has a string of Gold Medals (and who’s even asked for her own Medal Cabinet!!!), T2 eagerly awaited her Silver Medal here. At least at this age, they do not know the difference between what a gold and silver is or she’d be asking for that medal cabinet too.

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Admiring her first Sports Day Medal.

Well done, my little T2. We love you so much!

Conversation with Kids

Because I am such an extremely busy woman, most of my quality time with the kids is spent in the car whilst I am their driver. T1 on her observation on the election flags:

T1: Mommy, the trees are PAS, the sky is BN and the best is DAP, all the colourful cars around us.

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One day, I was busy with work (as always) and T2 was being a pest around me asking me a million and one things and I could not concentrate. You know how it is, when you’re writing or reading an intense contract, the key is focus and I just couldn’t focus with that little voice asking so many things. Eventually, Kakak called her over:

Kakak: T2!!! Apa you buat??? Don’t disturb Mami. Mari sini lipat baju.

T2: Me tak mahu lipat baju….(and scrunge her little face up in disapproval)

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My little T2 just loves going out. I’m not sure why she loves going out. The Hubs and I, we love staying home! But this girl is happiest when she’s out and about. The other day when I was on leave, I’d brought her out for almost an entire day – exhausting for me. We went to do Mommy’s exercise class, then had a Japanese lunch with a business associate, then met up briefly with Nana as Mommy had to pass something to a new member of staff and Nana happened to be at the same location, then went to school to pick Che-Che up, then had dinner at the Daily Grind and Boost Juice for dessert. When we got home, T1 flung her arms in the air and exclaimed super dramatically, “Ahhhh……today was such a FUN day, Mama!!!”

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One thing that drives me completely ballistic is when T2 runs up and down the corridor we have at home because there is a glass shelf filled with books and I am terrified of her accidentally falling into it or just tripping over herself and falling flat onto our marble flooring. It is not uncommon to hear me yelling in my home, “T2, please WALK!!! WALK!!! I said WALK!!!”

And you will hear this over and over because these kids, they have selected hearing. Or maybe their ears are just SO filled with wax and God knows what else, that they fail to listen. I don’t know. I haven’t had time to check.

But one fine day after my screaming at her to W….A….L….K……, she stopped in her tracks and started walking slow motion like the running man robot and proudly announced, “Mama, look. I’m walking. I’m walking…..”,

It was definitely done to M.O.C.K. me.

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One of my de-stressors every day is to play Scramble just before I knock off. Sometimes I do this at whim but yeah, I’m a Scramble addict and my kids KNOW this. They know that if they so much as whimper a single sound whilst Mama is on her iphone playing a round of Scramble, they would be dead. In a flash. Dead.

So every time now when I’m on my Scramble game, there would be dead silence but the moment the game is over and the Scramble game recording cheers and claps, my T2 will excitedly ask, “Mama win?? Did you win???”

Then she would quickly pull my phone towards her sight to double check my win as my head on the game will start shaking from side to side like a true Indian and T2 would go, “Awwwwww……..Mama win!!! I’m so proud of you, Mama……”

Nice to know someone is. Proud of me, that is.

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In the past, we’ve given away so many toys. 6 XL sized large black garbage bags filled to the brim with toys to the Lighthouse kids. Bags and bags of soft toys to some other kids. So I don’t understand why we still have SO MANY TOYS!!! I don’t even BUY toys. Yish. People keep giving us toys.

So recently, I’ve hinted to the kids that we were going to do another big give-away. They hardly even play with all these toys. It’s like, there’s just too much to choose from, you know? There are so many kids who would appreciate these toys much, much more. Besides, my kids are always playing make believe and pretend and making up their own silly willy games anyway so who needs toys?

But as soon as I said let’s start packing up, T2 was quick to defend her toys, “No, Mama! You cannot give away our toys because they won’t fit in the car. There is too much toys. Can’t fit. Better to keep them here la…..” Her English is still quite kokak but what to do, we set her a bad example at home; although we’ve explained to her the difference between many and much and the ones and las but she chooses to think we’re the idiots instead.

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One day, whilst we were at a playdate and T2 and her friend were playing with umbrellas, her friend’s umbrella broke and could not close. Hard as the two little 3 year olds tried, they were getting frustrated that they were going to get wet. Pretend wet. But still, pretend wet was still a very serious matter.

So I offered to fix it for them. It was a simple task of putting the fabric loop back onto one of the metal pins but 3 year old fine motor skills didn’t quite cut it. Voila! I returned the umbrella back to her friend who just took it and looked at it to check if this aunty had indeed fixed it. What a miracle! T2 was quick to quip to my surprise, “Can you please say THANK YOU, AUNTY!!!” in an authoritative tone to her friend which I thought was hilarious.

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T2 and her plenty excuses…..this girl talks so much you wouldn’t believe it for if you met her, she’s as quiet as a mouse. I kid you not. If she wants to be carried, she would say she is tired. If you ask her how she can be tired since you’ve walked even more than her already, she will come up with all sorts of reasons to prove why she would be tired and needs to be carried.

Despite me not paying much attention to her in her 3 years of life, she has observed and sponged up from her learnings through her sister and her environment. She is good at putting 2 and 2 and 2 together logically and quite impresses me!

She is also Miss Bossy Boots (gosh, I swear all this is genetic and comes down the blood train from Nana) and complains about the painter painting the ceiling and making such a mess on the floor, and then when our car runs over the paint our wheels would be white, and who is going to clean our wheels. Later when we exit the car, she quickly runs to check our wheels and indeed it is white and she would tell me that I have to take the car very soon to the car wash to get the paint washed off or we would have white wheels forever!

She’s also very tarik harga. When her boy classmates says hi or bye to her, she completely ignores them and sometimes even looks away. This gets really embarrassing if said kid’s parents are with them thinking what a little spoilt brat with no manners this tiny girl is. Le sigh.

She will only layan those whom she likes and there are very, very few. I’m really not sure how she discerns her friends but I’ve noticed when it comes to adults, she is more drawn to those with gentle, soft voices much more than the booming voice types.

Oh, my little T2. Love her and yet, she drives me up the beanstalk.

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I leave you with T2’s cute alphabet scribbles…..as she writes this, she sings the alphabet song over and over again to remind herself which alphabet comes next.

Chinese New Year

I probably should have posted this up during the Chinese New Year but I was way busy then. Here’s a glimpse of my two monkeys in this year’s Cheong Sam anyway……

Look at how demure and sweet T2 poses and smiles. One would never guess the spicy chilli in her.

T1, my darling. My superstar. My special girl. She is my best friend.

Next year’s goal – Mama gets to put on a Cheong Sam too!!!

Reinforcing The Positive

Reinforcing the Positive

Last weekend, I had to bring Tia to the smelly wet market and when she first got there and saw the state of the ground, she asked to be carried immediately. Now how was I going to do my marketing whilst carrying her? No way!

But instead of asking her to just stop complaining and walk, I got down to her level and explained to her all the benefits of walking, even in a smelly, squishy market. I told her we would wash her Crocs and feet as soon as we got home and she would have super clean Crocs, just like new again.

I told her that walking on wet surfaces, she could feel a squishy-squashy feeling through her Crocs and there would even be sound! I told her if she walked, she could see so many new things, colours, and she could touch them and smell them, now wouldn’t that be so fun?! I pointed out the tiger fish to her and she was enthralled. She got to hold some vegetables that she’d never eaten before and got curious. Why were some eggs white and some pale brown? She helped me select onions, garlic and even ikan bilis! Kept smelling her hands saying gross….but the fact is, by making it exciting and stimulating for her, I managed to distract her from her original focus which was, I don’t want to walk in that smelly, dirty market, Mommy….

Mission accomplished.

Making their own juice

We’re into juicing a lot these days having freshly squeezed or blended juice at least 3 times every week. On top of that, we have fruit for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Needless to say, our average juice bill is about RM200 per week. T1 is usually in charge of the juicing. She decides what concoctions we are juicing for the day and gets Kakak to help prepare the fruit. Sometimes, they make ice fruit lollies – absolute YUM!!!

It could be my imagination but the immunity of our entire family seems very strong since we started juicing and consuming tons of fruit. Try it!

Panty Shopping

Out of T1’s 8 years of life, we’ve never had a problem buying her panties to wear ever since she was potty trained at 2 years old. She was a good size and we bought her panties from Australia because we used to go annually then. She wore ANYTHING we bought for her, as long as it was comfortable, she was happy to wear her panties.

These days, her only demand in panties is, please let’s not get pink for me, Ma. So she gets white or yellow or blue or any colour of the rainbow. Just not girlie girl pink.

  With T2 however, my goodness…….

Her panties first of all, are SO HARD TO FIND because her bum is TINY TINY TINY.

She is sooooooo skinny that she might as well just wear a handkerchief tied around her butt.

Plus she’s so fussy. Her panties have to be PINK, they have to be very pretty, with flowers or lace. Can you believe it? Where does she get this from??? I’m telling you, it ain’t from me because my knickers are the most boring of all. PLAIN WHITE COTTON. And no, she doesn’t get it from the Hubs either. He’s as practical as I am.

One day, my brother commented, “How come T2’s panties are all so fancy-schmancy and T1’s panties are all old, tattered and boring?” 

Well, because T2 has an ambition to become a Victoria Secret model whilst T1 couldn’t care less!

And the reason he knows this is because my girls, yes, my GIRLS, are still running wild in their panties at home because they claim it is TOO HOT. So they like going al fresco……

T2 has panties that are BLACK with pink polka dots, she has shocking green panties with pink flowers on them. The girl is so decadent in her lingerie……..

The only place that sells panties that fit her tiny ass is Pumpkin Patch so recently, she complained that her panties were getting too tight. She’s really good at saying things are too tight whenever she wants a newbie. Thus we brought her to Pumpkin Patch to buy new panties. She chose it all herself but of course!!!

And then she just had to CARRY her OWN shopping………….terrified that her sister would steal her panties.

This time she chose pink panties with puppies on them. So cute! So cute!

T1, she just kept rolling her eyeballs round and round about a hundred times over and couldn’t understand what T2’s drama over panties were all about.

Honestly, I don’t wear fancy panties and I don’t even like them. Simple, white, plain, cotton and athletic. That’s me. Take it or leave it.

Kids are lazy eaters

Well, my T2 is. She loves soups and soft foods because she doesn’t have to chew!

She just turned three years old so what do you expect? At three, they’re too busy to do anything else except PLAY!!! Go to the toilet for a wee? Forget it. Eat? Only when I’m starving or when it’s a cup cake. Otherwise, let’s get this over and done with quick, Mama!

Will you STOP taking my photo now!!!!???

Church Chairs

How many of you actually bring toddlers or young children to Church? I don’t because it’s too much hassle and pain. I reckon God will understand. But when one of our family members got married recently, we had no choice but to bring our little minx. It was her first Church experience and she was hell bored.

She walked up and down the church chairs and started laying out the wedding programmes all in a row……

Then she started folding them to make origami……

After drawing for a bit, the noise and whining started. Yish. No kids at church for us!

 

Kids Manicure

On T2’s birthday this year, she got a kids manicure by non other than Uncle Ben’s girlfriend. Yes, he has a new girlfriend and she is gorgeous both IN and OUT.

I’m always hesitant about toddlers or even kids in general having make up and manicures because really, there are dangerous chemicals within these products and due to kids having lower tolerances, I’m just weary. But it was her birthday, and she hardly ever puts her hands into her mouth (she’s three after all!) so I close an eye.

Do you allow your kids to have a kids manicure???

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