Mamapumpkin???

I love green Once upon a time, she designed buildings and interiors of corporate offices and on the rare occasion, homes. Now, she cleans poop and is student of a patience management course. From the drawing board as a London Architect to the realities of Motherhood, she has certainly learned many lessons in humility. And then others.....

To succeed in the corporate world, first succeed with your kid as the happy boss. Seriously.

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This blog is about Mamapumpkin: A crazy, kick-ass Mom who works full time juggling several jobs - the full-time paid job, the raising of her 2 kids (she gets paid in kind for this) and the volunteering job for various charity organisations and parenting websites. Needless to say, she gets very little sleep (3-5 hours per day, Margaret Thatcher who used to sleep 4 hours per day during her conservative career inspires this crazy lifestyle).

Mamapumpkin intends to change the working Mom landscape in Malaysia where working women can bring their children to the corporate office of a client and not be frowned upon.

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She writes anything that comes out of her head, mostly without thinking first (since she already has to think at work!), which almost ALWAYS gets her into trouble (according to her husband, whom she considers the love of her life on a good day).

Her 2 pet monkeys drive her towards challenge after challenge, 24/7.....day after day.....and interestingly, her parents are Muslim, her in-laws Buddhist, she's Catholic and her Hubs, an Atheist. She's thinking her kids should be Hindu, just to complete the rainbow religion cycle.

Gotta love it.

She'd love to hear from you : Mamapumpkin at gmail dot com


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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???

T2′s dressing up phase

Let me tell you about T2′s dressing up phase. She goes through 4 dresses a day on some days, some days she will insist on wearing a sweater (like below, or one of her other sweaters) with socks despite sweating like a dog, some days she insists on changing her panties 5 times, some days, it’s changing socks, some days she wants to wear jewellery, some days she will wear her pyjamas to go out, some days she insists on sleeping in a dress, some days she wears completely mismatched clothes and refuses to get out of them even when we are going out…………the possibilities are endless.

She is such a fashionista, this one. My T1 couldn’t care less and just wears anything available as long as it’s not too girlie or uncomfortable. T2 on the other hand, even when really uncomfortable, she’d wear it for the sake of vanity! Even with shoes that are too loose or too tight, even when they cause her blisters, she insists on wearing them. Crazy or what???

T2′s dressing up phase hopefully is really just a phase because we are doing a lot of unnecessary laundry right now……..

Simple Pleasures for Kids

T2 relishes in the simple pleasures for kids……like playing with grass. Who needs toys, right? Simple pleasures for kids, it’s as simple as introducing them to the daun semalu, that shy plant that closes upon touch. Unfortunately, for a kid who appreciates the simple pleasures for kids, she happens to have a big shopping appetite!

Her shoes above, for example, cost a freaking BOMB. More than many ladies’ shoes!!! She has her ways, for sure. She has her ways…….in getting her loved ones twisted around her little finger in order to get her her gold sparkly shoes. Just last week, we bought her another white pair of sandals with diamonds!!! It didn’t fit her at all (too big), yet she insisted and insisted that it fitted FINE!!! Walked around in it and said, “Please!!! Please!!! PLEASEEE!!!!! Please, can I please have it??? It’s so pretty!!! Please can I have it? All my other shoes too tight!” (which was absolute bullshit).

*big sigh*

Simple pleasures for kids indeed. Daddy’s wallet is crying……

3 Year Old Haircut

Getting a 3 year old haircut is not easy so we tend to just avoid it but last week, we finally cut the back of T2′s hair. She was not happy.

Where do you go to get a 3 year old haircut? We tend to do it around our area because it’s just convenient never mind the hefty price tag that comes with it. I’m thinking all Moms should go for a basic hair cutting course to save 12 years of hair cuts on each child.

Bedtime Rituals for an almost 3 year old

Bedtime rituals for an almost 3 year old, that would be T2. I’m sure many of you will relate. I’ve always had problems with both girls for their bedtime rituals. With T1, she had to sleep with me holding my hand, smelling it (at one point I wondered what internal bodily smells reeked from my magic hand but it was just soap, plain soap! And if that was the case, why can’t they smell their own hands!?). I’ve even asked them, what do you smell? T1 says, nice soap! *rolls eyeballs*

We spent 5 whole years sleeping with T1, spending up to an hour of our time, sometimes more, very rarely less PUTTING HER TO SLEEP. Once she was out, we’d pray fervently that she. would. NOT. wake. up. as this would almost always foil our plans to get some couple time. T2 is a lot more independent generally but she also needs my hand to sleep! What is it with the hand??? Why is it not the bra strap or the hair or the shirt or the damn bolster or pillow! Do you think it’s inherently genetic? I don’t think my mother would know if I ever needed to smell her hand but I guess I should ask her, huh??? I reckon that back in the day, babies were just dumped in cots in the next room though and left to their own devices, which is what WE should be doing. *snarls*

So. The hand. That magic hand that T2 will stay up for hours for just to wait for that hand. Without it, she cannot sleep. It’s THAT addictive. Yet, if I travelled without her, she’d settle for the Hubs’ hand. One night, we switched. T1 missed me and wanted to sleep with me so after T2 slept, I kicked the Hubs to sleep with T2 but in the middle of the night, she woke up and with her eyes closed started feeling around for my hand! The Hubs quickly passed his hand to her but within seconds, her eyes popped open (although it was dark) and asked irritatedly, “Where is Mama?!!!” Was the smell different or what??? Then she sat up and cried, “I WANT MAMA!!!!”

Bugger that. We had to switch again. Poor T1, only got part of Mama that night.

All you single ladies, just you wait till your turn…..

I have never been strong enough to allow them to cry it out and because of that, I’m counting the days till the Hubs and I can just say to the kids, BEDTIME!!! And both will scurry into their bedrooms and leave us in peace throughout the night. WHEN???

What more, whenever it IS bedtime now, with T1, it’s really easy. We tell her it’s bedtime and she’d obediently (sometimes with delays) go brush her teeth by herself, get dressed into her jammies and come give us goodnight hugs and kisses then off she goes by herself to bed. But first without reminding us, “Please come and hug me again later when you go to bed….” But of course.

With T2, there are several scenarios. The easiest one is, she’s tired and will willingly follow us to bed, lie down, look for the hand and fall asleep within half an hour.

The second scenario is, “NO! I’m not sleepy!” or “WAIT! I’m still cooking!” or “No! I don’t want sleep now. I’m busy.” If we force her in, there would be wails of tears and screams and if we put up with it, it involves serving the Queen with wet wipes and a change of pyjamas because her wails are so dramatic that her entire outfit gets drenched. After an hour of drama, she knocks out from shear exhaustion. The easier way is just to wait it out till she gets tired enough and willingly follows us into the bedroom.

The third scenario is when she willingly follows us into the bedroom and after 15 minutes of darkness and lying down, she decides, “Can I please have milk? I want milk….” or “Can I have water? I’m thirsty.” or “Where is my bear? I need my bear.” or “I need to go outside to tell Daddy something….” (and last night it was, “Daddy, don’t waste time working.”). Sometimes, this will happen several times within the hour, a request of some sort. After getting into bed and snuggling in, everyone has to get up and tend to that request repeatedly. If we don’t, scenario two of drama wails ensues.

Then there are the crazy requests of wearing what she likes to sleep. Sometimes it’s a jumper when she’s drenched in sweat, sometimes it’s socks and a dress, sometimes it’s with a hair band.

“No! I want to sleep with my Hair Band, please!”

Having a little drama queen in her terrible twos, soon threes, is plenty fun I tell ya…..

T2′s Birthday Party

This year, I was planning to host a birthday party for T2 since for her first and second birthday, we only had home birthdays but when I spoke to her about it, she said she didn’t want one! She said that if she had one, she only wants her family to be at her party……

So I asked her who was in her family and she named every single person in our family, including kakak, our helper…….bless.

Your wish is my command. I was so relieved. No party planning. Yay!

We celebrated T2′s birthday together with Uncle Justin, who was sick as a dog (he happens to be a dog too, that makes him how old?) since their birthdays are 3 days apart. Nana cooked up a storm as usual and it was just us, the family.

How fast my little baby has grown. No longer a baby, Uncle Ben says! But my two girls, they’ll always be my babies……..despite how NUTS they drive me. They were screaming for cake after dinner like hooligans!!! They’re like a mini union at home, I kid you not. Them against the Hubs and I.

T2 was so excited when she received her first birthday present in the post. It was a singing birthday card (WHICH WAS SO ANNOYINGLY LOUD!) and a lovely cheque from Ama and Kong-Kong from Kota Bharu. And when she arrived at Nana’s, she had more presents! She was so happy!

She insisted on cutting her own cake…..

Killed it completely albeit……

Happy Birthday, T2 my love…….

I love this photo despite how large I look (and am!) because despite my heavy weight on T2, she is still smiling. And T1, she’s got her arms around us both. She is truly such a special kid, my T1. I really MUST stop eating lots of cake!!!

Happy Birthday, T2!!!

Time has flown by and T2 is 3 today!!!

Wasn’t it just yesterday when we had T1′s 5th birthday bash and T2 was that little tiny monkey at her party? T2 has come a long, long way. From a baby who was diagnosed as Failure to Thrive and then with 3 years of severe eating and poo-ing problems, we are now finally seeing some light at the end of the tunnel. T2 is a sweets addict (surprise-surprise!) and only likes eating porridge, plain pasta, plain rice, plain soup, and when threatened, some vegetables. She doesn’t do any juice except for Boost Juice Apple/Orange/Celery, and doesn’t eat any fruit apart from apples and watermelons. Is she a fussy eater? Hell, yeah! She wouldn’t even TRY a new food by the mere look of it.

She’s a right bossy-boots and orders every one around in our household except me. Dare she! She bullies her sister and throws her weight in every corner of this home. She is in her Terrible Twos, now Threes and I will cut her some slack but slowly and surely, the cane will come out soon on this little terror. She is VERY cheeky, mischievous, devious, cunning, evil and a horror and people will not believe it for her cute demeanour but believe you me, ask Uncle Ben, ask Nana, ask us who’ve known her for what she is and they will tell you.

Already at this age, when you ask her for a favour, it depends on her mood. But when she wants something from you, suddenly, she is ever soooooooooooooooo sweet, smiling at you, cuddling and saying sweet nothings to you till you find out that she is building up her points so she can watch Barney on TV. Because she will lie her head on me after 10 minutes of cuddling and telling me she loves me SO much and then whisper, “Mama, can I please watch Barney?” with the sweetest smile ever. And when I say no, there will be a deep breath and a huff. She will then leave me and walk angrily away.

The poor girl hasn’t had 5% of what T1 had when T1 was growing up (all the enrichment classes, Mommy’s 500% attention, Mommy’s home cooked dishes all the way, travelling everywhere….) BUT she thrives. She’s still generally a happy kid, grumpy a lot of the times and pouty (I was told I was like that as a toddler!) but what to do? Circumstances dictate and I try to give as much as I can! And if you need to compare, she HAS had the one-to-one personal attention of a Nanny. Two! They were both very smart, educated ladies, strong and savvy in the ways of the world and they both contributed loads to T2. For that, I will forever be grateful. And nannies, if you’re reading this, we bloody miss you!

T2 speaks well, she can write and draw, but more importantly, she’s crazy hilarious just like her sister. She may be a tad reserved when it comes to strangers or even people whom there is no familiarity with but given time (and the right kind of person), she will warm up. Having not been to school and having had no interaction with other kids apart from her crazy sister, she surprised me by talking to a performing Clown last weekend! My girl, who would usually just turn away when strangers spoke to her (and mind you, she still does; we haven’t identified if it is undue shyness or just plain snobby!), actually looked into the Clown’s eyes and told him she wanted a Butterfly Balloon. She even requested for it to be PINK! That’s 2 sentences to someone she’s met for the first time, yo!

Above, T2 struts her stuff at her future school. We’re just waiting to see, which kid will cause the Principal to call us in first……one thing my girls aren’t lacking in, that’s attitude. And I’m not necessarily proud of it.

But T2, she’s come a long way. Despite her devilishness, and believe me, she really makes us palpitate, shout our lungs out, get SOOOOOO close to flushing her down the toilet or flinging her out of the window, we still love her to no end. All three of us. Even T1, who always gets into trouble caused by her sneaky, devious nightmare sister. We just LOVE this little munchkin, for at the end of the day, she’s still a part of us and I know that there is a good heart just waiting to surface one day. One day……..

Hopefully sooner than later, T2!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OUR PRECIOUS MONKEY DUDU!!!

“Actually Ben, are they both Monkey Dudu’s?”

Foul language from my toddler

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:

Wingardium Leviosa!

How DARE you say that??!!!

You LIAR!!!

O_o

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.

Watching The Dark Knight 2012 with T2

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!!!

 

Young Explorer’s Kids Gym at 1 Mont Kiara

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.

Balancing Beams……

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?

Baby in Stockings

Well, one side anyway……OMG, T2……what have you done to my mirrors with those dirty fingers!!!!????? And where have those fingers beennnnnnnnn?????????????? OMG!!!

This girl, she’s such a girly girl. She loves dressing up and posing…….It’s definitely not from me. *turns to look at the Hubs*

And then she stripped her stocking off!

I’m telling you. It ain’t from me.

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