The following exchanges recently took place during the Little Man's shower time.
Mr T was showering the Little Man when something triggered off the Little Man declaring to his Daddy, "this one [pointing to his boyhood] when 3 year old is called "ku-ku-bird", when 4 years old, is called penis right, then when big years old also called penis!".
Fast forward a few days....
As I was soaping the Little Man, he suddenly scooped up the little organs behind his penis, checked them out and asked, "Mummy, what is this thing behind my penis called?!". The question momentarily stunned me and I quickly debated between "Balls" and "Testes". If I told him those were balls, it would be like his old teacher telling him that the penis was a bird. This would confuse the poor guy thinking he had balls and a bird following him everywhere. In a rather calm tone, I told him those were called 'testes'. "Oh, testes"....came the reply. Satisfied with the answer, he moved on to a different topic of conversation for the remainder of the shower time.
I quietly hoped that he did not remember a time many, many moons ago, when I told him those were for making babies when he becomes a man! On hindsight, that was a mistake to reveal too much information to a young boy.
The little man is growing up fast.
Since turning four, he has tried to assert his independence in many ways. One of which is during toilet visits....gone are the days when he would let his Mummy or Daddy assist in directing the flow of his output into the toilet bowl. Now, he will push my hands away if I try to help and gallantly say "I CAN DO MYSELF!"
~ Jottings by a blessed Mother.
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Friday, July 13, 2012
An Extra Set of Eyes
Labour Day 2012 was a historic day for our tween!
That was the day she became the reluctant owner of an extra set of eyes!
Prior to that day, our tween had occasionally been complaining that her eyes "sometimes feel a little blur and watery". Her 'complaint' was often followed by a request to take her to the optician. Her eagerness made it seem like a trip to the optician would be a real adventure...and as though wearing classes was a really cool accesory!
So off we went to the optician after a sumptious dim sum lunch on Labour Day. She happily walked into the dark room to get her vision tested. When the verdict came through that her power was indeed below perfect, she remained in high spirits. That is, until the moment came when she was given her 1st pair of spectacle frames to try on! She must have tried on like a dozen kids' frames before she found one that she was reasonably satisfied with.
When her chosen pair of glasses was custom made for her, reality set in and complained non-stop that she looked like a dork! Though of course, a dork with crystal clear vision! She worried the entire night on what her friends would say of her new accesory. Her highly sarcastic mother shot off various comments on the speed at which her enthusiasm had evaporated as soon as the handing over ceremony of her latest accesory was over. ;-)
Our tween greeted the following morning at school with great apprehension. And true enough, her tween friends passed snipe remarks about her dorkiness. When picking tween from school that evening, yours truly here was greeted with pouty lips together with a shocking request to return to the optician to choose a different set of spectacles frames!! Pouty lips was greeted with a ghastly expression from her chauffeur accompanied by the well-used phrase "YOU MUST BE JOKING!!"
Two months on ... our tween appears to have devised an ingenious way of getting Mum and Dad to change her spectacle frames! After a long period of silence for the last 7-8 weeks, she casually commented during dinner one night that some of her spectacled-friends' parents take their kids to the optician for an annual check up..."Mummy, then sometimes their power goes up so they have to change their glasses...you know." Unfortunately for our tween, her no-nonsense mother's immediate response was "can....we can take you to the optician for a check up every year to check your power...we can just change the lens and still reuse the same spectacle frames!!".
Immediate silence.
Bliss.
For now.
~ Jottings from the proud mother of a beautiful dork!
(love you, Ying Han!)
That was the day she became the reluctant owner of an extra set of eyes!
Prior to that day, our tween had occasionally been complaining that her eyes "sometimes feel a little blur and watery". Her 'complaint' was often followed by a request to take her to the optician. Her eagerness made it seem like a trip to the optician would be a real adventure...and as though wearing classes was a really cool accesory!
So off we went to the optician after a sumptious dim sum lunch on Labour Day. She happily walked into the dark room to get her vision tested. When the verdict came through that her power was indeed below perfect, she remained in high spirits. That is, until the moment came when she was given her 1st pair of spectacle frames to try on! She must have tried on like a dozen kids' frames before she found one that she was reasonably satisfied with.
When her chosen pair of glasses was custom made for her, reality set in and complained non-stop that she looked like a dork! Though of course, a dork with crystal clear vision! She worried the entire night on what her friends would say of her new accesory. Her highly sarcastic mother shot off various comments on the speed at which her enthusiasm had evaporated as soon as the handing over ceremony of her latest accesory was over. ;-)
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| Wow! Unbelievable! My new glasses make my eyes so much bigger and rounder! |
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Our tween greeted the following morning at school with great apprehension. And true enough, her tween friends passed snipe remarks about her dorkiness. When picking tween from school that evening, yours truly here was greeted with pouty lips together with a shocking request to return to the optician to choose a different set of spectacles frames!! Pouty lips was greeted with a ghastly expression from her chauffeur accompanied by the well-used phrase "YOU MUST BE JOKING!!"
Two months on ... our tween appears to have devised an ingenious way of getting Mum and Dad to change her spectacle frames! After a long period of silence for the last 7-8 weeks, she casually commented during dinner one night that some of her spectacled-friends' parents take their kids to the optician for an annual check up..."Mummy, then sometimes their power goes up so they have to change their glasses...you know." Unfortunately for our tween, her no-nonsense mother's immediate response was "can....we can take you to the optician for a check up every year to check your power...we can just change the lens and still reuse the same spectacle frames!!".
Immediate silence.
Bliss.
For now.
~ Jottings from the proud mother of a beautiful dork!
(love you, Ying Han!)
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| The Proud Dad Now, father & daughter have an additional thing in common! |
Sunday, April 22, 2012
My Super Milk Tank
What a night I had!
Although the Little Man is 27 months, he STILL demands for his nightly milk feed at different hours of the night! Feeling rather exasperated, Mr T suggested that we increase his last feed at night by 30 ml in the hope that, that added extra will satisfy him for much longer through the night. With that extra 30 ml last night, my fingers and toes were all crossed for long awaited undisturbed night of peaceful sleep.
I was deep in sleep when the King rang his bell demanding for his bottle of milk. Somehow convinced that that it must have been dawn already, I stumbled into the dark to prepare His Majesty's bottle of milk. I peered into the clock and was dumb-founded when the numbers 02:15 stared clearly back at me! ARGHHHH... He had just had his bottle of milk 4 hours ago! I dutifully gave His Majesty his sleep-inducing drug and went back to light slumber whilst waiting for His Majesty to empy the bottle.
I snuggled back into deep slumber next to my equally exasperated husband. In what seemed like a short while later, the King abruptly sounded his bell again..."Mummy, make milk!". His zombie-like loyal slave grudgingly stumbled back into the dark to prepare His Majesty's bottle of milk AGAIN. And once AGAIN, the zombie eyes peered deep into the clock and was near collapse when the numbers 05:25 stared clearly back at it! I then forced His Majesty to take a pee before giving him his drugs, lest he is going to jolt his loyal slave from her sleep for a toilet break as soon as she gets back into dreamland.
Unbelievable! Our milk tank had swallowed 460ml of milk in a span of less than 7.5 hours!
Come night time, the King is like a newborn demanding for milk every few hours and it is leaving me with disastrous results as I woke up this morning at 07:00 with swollen eyes that are half its usual size, making me look as if I had been crying in the night!
I'm sure Mr T is going to suggest increasing the King's last feed by a further 30ml tonight....let's see what antics the King will have up His Majesty's sleeve then!
~ Jottings from the Heart
by an exasperated Mother of Four who is still trying to keep up with her quasi-newborn's night-time demands!
Although the Little Man is 27 months, he STILL demands for his nightly milk feed at different hours of the night! Feeling rather exasperated, Mr T suggested that we increase his last feed at night by 30 ml in the hope that, that added extra will satisfy him for much longer through the night. With that extra 30 ml last night, my fingers and toes were all crossed for long awaited undisturbed night of peaceful sleep.
I was deep in sleep when the King rang his bell demanding for his bottle of milk. Somehow convinced that that it must have been dawn already, I stumbled into the dark to prepare His Majesty's bottle of milk. I peered into the clock and was dumb-founded when the numbers 02:15 stared clearly back at me! ARGHHHH... He had just had his bottle of milk 4 hours ago! I dutifully gave His Majesty his sleep-inducing drug and went back to light slumber whilst waiting for His Majesty to empy the bottle.
I snuggled back into deep slumber next to my equally exasperated husband. In what seemed like a short while later, the King abruptly sounded his bell again..."Mummy, make milk!". His zombie-like loyal slave grudgingly stumbled back into the dark to prepare His Majesty's bottle of milk AGAIN. And once AGAIN, the zombie eyes peered deep into the clock and was near collapse when the numbers 05:25 stared clearly back at it! I then forced His Majesty to take a pee before giving him his drugs, lest he is going to jolt his loyal slave from her sleep for a toilet break as soon as she gets back into dreamland.
Unbelievable! Our milk tank had swallowed 460ml of milk in a span of less than 7.5 hours!
Come night time, the King is like a newborn demanding for milk every few hours and it is leaving me with disastrous results as I woke up this morning at 07:00 with swollen eyes that are half its usual size, making me look as if I had been crying in the night!
I'm sure Mr T is going to suggest increasing the King's last feed by a further 30ml tonight....let's see what antics the King will have up His Majesty's sleeve then!
~ Jottings from the Heart
by an exasperated Mother of Four who is still trying to keep up with her quasi-newborn's night-time demands!
A new chapter begins.
Alas, I welcomed my new subordinate just over a month ago.
The first week of orientation was rather challenging as my new subordinate, though originating from the Philippines, was not proficient in English at all. At times, my frustration got the better of me as I quietly pondered as to whether I had inadvertently hired a Cambodian maid or not! I had to speak rather slowly whilst using a little sign language, which is rather difficult for me. As my previous boss aptly put it during one of my presentations many years ago, "it sounds like a choo-choo train when you talk!".
In my moment of despair sometime during those initial few days, I made the following analogous comparison between my previous subordinate and my current subordinate. If J was a BMW, my new subordinate arrived at my door step as a Proton Saga! I should count myself lucky...one of my girlfriends has just lamented that one of her earlier maids was akin to a tut-tut!!
Through training and a lot of patience, I am glad to report that my Proton Saga has since been upgraded to a Toyota Vios / borderline Toyota Altis! There's still a lot of room for improvement.
My wish list for our Toyota Altis:
i) Smile more.
ii) Tune into the same frequency as my little zoo members and interact more with the family.
iii) Be more creative and have greater initiative especially when dealing with my little zoo members.
Contrary to what was written in her biodata, I have since discovered that she had never worked before nor does she know how to cook. She has been blessed with two boys and a husband who does all the cooking at home!
I also noted that our then Proton Saga appeared to be constantly running low on diesel all the time during those two weeks. One incident that really irked me was the morning when I was rushing out to send our Proton Saga to the service centre for its mandatory health check 10 days after arrival before having to dash off to the kindergarten to pick up the Little Genius. As I was strapping the Little Man into the car, I asked my subordinate to get something for me from inside the house as well as to pull in the laundry in case it should rain whilst we were out. The response really infuriated me as she moved at turtle speed to carry out those tasks when it was clear that I was in a rush to send her for her check-up. What ever happened to employees who made sure they were always on their toes so as to stand out and impress the employer during their initial few weeks at their new job?
Yours truly immediately contacted the car distributor (otherwise known as Maid Agency) to do some tweaking, so the proprietor adjusted its programming to the following frequency "In Malaysia, we do things fast, fast". At least now when the ignition key is set at URGENT, our Toyota does travel a gear faster.
Complaints aside, at least our Zoo grounds are a lot cleaner now and it has freed up our time, allowing us more time coaching the girls in their studies and mucking around with the Little Samseng. AND of course I have time to blog again as well as indulge in baking muffins for the family.
So YIPPEE to my Toyota Altis upgrade and fingers crossed for further future upgrades! I look forward with glee to the day I welcome a LEXUS into our household!
~ Jottings from the Heart
by a blessed Mother of Four who continues to persevere with her resolution to be more patient and to have better anger management skills. I tend to close one eye more, and my reprimands are less harsh than a year ago. I have also learnt to let go of my frustrations or irritation, once the reprimand is given.
The first week of orientation was rather challenging as my new subordinate, though originating from the Philippines, was not proficient in English at all. At times, my frustration got the better of me as I quietly pondered as to whether I had inadvertently hired a Cambodian maid or not! I had to speak rather slowly whilst using a little sign language, which is rather difficult for me. As my previous boss aptly put it during one of my presentations many years ago, "it sounds like a choo-choo train when you talk!".
In my moment of despair sometime during those initial few days, I made the following analogous comparison between my previous subordinate and my current subordinate. If J was a BMW, my new subordinate arrived at my door step as a Proton Saga! I should count myself lucky...one of my girlfriends has just lamented that one of her earlier maids was akin to a tut-tut!!
Through training and a lot of patience, I am glad to report that my Proton Saga has since been upgraded to a Toyota Vios / borderline Toyota Altis! There's still a lot of room for improvement.
My wish list for our Toyota Altis:
i) Smile more.
ii) Tune into the same frequency as my little zoo members and interact more with the family.
iii) Be more creative and have greater initiative especially when dealing with my little zoo members.
Contrary to what was written in her biodata, I have since discovered that she had never worked before nor does she know how to cook. She has been blessed with two boys and a husband who does all the cooking at home!
I also noted that our then Proton Saga appeared to be constantly running low on diesel all the time during those two weeks. One incident that really irked me was the morning when I was rushing out to send our Proton Saga to the service centre for its mandatory health check 10 days after arrival before having to dash off to the kindergarten to pick up the Little Genius. As I was strapping the Little Man into the car, I asked my subordinate to get something for me from inside the house as well as to pull in the laundry in case it should rain whilst we were out. The response really infuriated me as she moved at turtle speed to carry out those tasks when it was clear that I was in a rush to send her for her check-up. What ever happened to employees who made sure they were always on their toes so as to stand out and impress the employer during their initial few weeks at their new job?
Yours truly immediately contacted the car distributor (otherwise known as Maid Agency) to do some tweaking, so the proprietor adjusted its programming to the following frequency "In Malaysia, we do things fast, fast". At least now when the ignition key is set at URGENT, our Toyota does travel a gear faster.
Complaints aside, at least our Zoo grounds are a lot cleaner now and it has freed up our time, allowing us more time coaching the girls in their studies and mucking around with the Little Samseng. AND of course I have time to blog again as well as indulge in baking muffins for the family.
So YIPPEE to my Toyota Altis upgrade and fingers crossed for further future upgrades! I look forward with glee to the day I welcome a LEXUS into our household!
~ Jottings from the Heart
by a blessed Mother of Four who continues to persevere with her resolution to be more patient and to have better anger management skills. I tend to close one eye more, and my reprimands are less harsh than a year ago. I have also learnt to let go of my frustrations or irritation, once the reprimand is given.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Time to get some toy guns in this house!
13 April 2011
A couple of nights ago, after the girls had all been tucked into bed, Mr T and I were spending some quality time together in the living room, with the Little One playing by himself amongst the many toys that we have accumulated over the years. Out of the blue, the Little One searches and gets hold of the little manicure set that Grandma Ling had bought for the girls a couple of years ago, and creeps up to his unsuspecting father and starts giving him a pedicure! The way he went about painting his daddy's toe nails were quite spot on! He must have learned the tricks of the trade on how to give a good pedicure from his ever so reliable San Jie (i.e. the Little Wizard)!
Needless to say, the manicure/pedicure set was immediately confiscated by Mr T who declared that it was TIME TO GET SOME TOY GUNS IN THIS HOUSE!
So guess where we'll be heading this weekend...
An update...
A trip to Toys R us, bore little fruit. The toy swords and guns were far too advance for the Little One. Instead, we have recharged our old remote-control car and dusted off the dust from its bonnet. During my recent trip to Singapore, I managed to get the Little One his very own remote-control car with flashing lights and disco music too! He was very fascinated, though very frightened, by these very fast 'creatures'. Now his little fingers are getting pretty good at the remote control though there have been a couple of minor traffic accidents at home. But all is good.
~ Jottings by a blessed Mother who continues to diligently segregate girly toys from the more neutral-gender type of toys and who is happy to note that the Little One currently enjoys reading books and is inseparable from Barney.
A couple of nights ago, after the girls had all been tucked into bed, Mr T and I were spending some quality time together in the living room, with the Little One playing by himself amongst the many toys that we have accumulated over the years. Out of the blue, the Little One searches and gets hold of the little manicure set that Grandma Ling had bought for the girls a couple of years ago, and creeps up to his unsuspecting father and starts giving him a pedicure! The way he went about painting his daddy's toe nails were quite spot on! He must have learned the tricks of the trade on how to give a good pedicure from his ever so reliable San Jie (i.e. the Little Wizard)!
Needless to say, the manicure/pedicure set was immediately confiscated by Mr T who declared that it was TIME TO GET SOME TOY GUNS IN THIS HOUSE!
So guess where we'll be heading this weekend...
An update...
A trip to Toys R us, bore little fruit. The toy swords and guns were far too advance for the Little One. Instead, we have recharged our old remote-control car and dusted off the dust from its bonnet. During my recent trip to Singapore, I managed to get the Little One his very own remote-control car with flashing lights and disco music too! He was very fascinated, though very frightened, by these very fast 'creatures'. Now his little fingers are getting pretty good at the remote control though there have been a couple of minor traffic accidents at home. But all is good.
~ Jottings by a blessed Mother who continues to diligently segregate girly toys from the more neutral-gender type of toys and who is happy to note that the Little One currently enjoys reading books and is inseparable from Barney.
Editor's note: Due to an oversight, this draft post was actually first written on 13 April 2011, but due to an oversight never quite made it to publication until housekeeping went in today to clean up all draft postings.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
May we all be blessed with inner peace.
During one of the recent weekends, Mr T and I treated the girls to yet another cinema outing, this time to watch Kungfu Panda 2. I absolutely loved the film...it got me cracking with laughter and it also made me shed tears at some touching parts of the film.
The three princesses loved the film too!
They immersed themselves fully into the movie.
During those touching scenes when Po had flashbacks of how Lord Shen's men chased after the pandas and how Po's mother had to leave him behind so as to save his life, the entire cinema was quiet save for my 11 year old and 6 year old who were sobbing away. They lost themselves in the moment and forgot that they were in a cinema with over a hundred other people. I literally had to cover up No. #2's mouth as she was sobbing so loudly that the other patrons in the row in front of us discreetly turned around to see where all that sobbing was coming from.
Needless to say, when the lights came back on, 2 of our 3 princesses stared back at us with big, swollen eyes in dire need of a great big hug from mum and dad!
The poor, sweet little darlings.
On a different note......
No. #1 got back to school the next day and related to me that she kept mumbling "inner peace, inner peace" as she practised her basketball techniques in preparation for the school's sports day and how it helped her to stabilise the ball and do as it was told! A couple of her friends were well-impressed and the contagion effect soon spread and her friends too began mumbling "inner peace, inner peace" to perfect their basketball skills.
Funny how cartoons can sometimes have such a profound effect on us.
~ Jottings by a blessed Stay-Home-Mum of Four
who continues to be thankful for the creators of such wonderful movies which bring families together and create special moments for both young children and adult children to enjoy.
The three princesses loved the film too!
They immersed themselves fully into the movie.
During those touching scenes when Po had flashbacks of how Lord Shen's men chased after the pandas and how Po's mother had to leave him behind so as to save his life, the entire cinema was quiet save for my 11 year old and 6 year old who were sobbing away. They lost themselves in the moment and forgot that they were in a cinema with over a hundred other people. I literally had to cover up No. #2's mouth as she was sobbing so loudly that the other patrons in the row in front of us discreetly turned around to see where all that sobbing was coming from.
Needless to say, when the lights came back on, 2 of our 3 princesses stared back at us with big, swollen eyes in dire need of a great big hug from mum and dad!
The poor, sweet little darlings.
On a different note......
No. #1 got back to school the next day and related to me that she kept mumbling "inner peace, inner peace" as she practised her basketball techniques in preparation for the school's sports day and how it helped her to stabilise the ball and do as it was told! A couple of her friends were well-impressed and the contagion effect soon spread and her friends too began mumbling "inner peace, inner peace" to perfect their basketball skills.
Funny how cartoons can sometimes have such a profound effect on us.
~ Jottings by a blessed Stay-Home-Mum of Four
who continues to be thankful for the creators of such wonderful movies which bring families together and create special moments for both young children and adult children to enjoy.
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