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Today was one of those days (there seems to be more nowadays) where I wanted to throttle the son. He’s thankfully still alive simply because he’s my son. Otherwise…

I’m calmer now after I laughed myself silly over a certain Korean variety show. And of course the husband had wisely decided to whisk the son out of the house even though we had already made peace and apologised to each other. Afterall a toddler doesn’t need a lot of time to ignite the hidden tigress (and petty child) within.

Since I’m in a good mood now, I shall not revisit the source of the incident but I just wanted to salute those mothers who have never raised their voices at their children before.

*salute*

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The son has been so melodramatic of late.

My parents were heading out and declined his self-invitation to follow because he had not finished his lunch yet. After a while, he finally gave up and while he would have probably thrown a fit in the past, he just pouts his way to the kitchen and sits himself down. With a pout.

Me: Are you ok?

Him: I’m sad.

Me: Why? 

Him: Because I can’t follow 公公 and 婆婆. I’m sad. I want to go away from everyone.

Me: Everyone?

Him: I want to go away from you, daddy, 公公, 婆婆, 妹妹. I’m sad.

Me: Where do you intend to go?

Him: Home.

Me: But we’re home?

Him: Our old home. Holland Village.

Me: Can I follow?

Him: No. I’m going alone. Away from everybody.

I had to call the husband about his son wanting to be a runaway at the tender age of 4. After I convinced the son that it would be a bad idea.

It’ll probably cease to be funny soon but for now, I’m just enjoying it.

Scenario: The son and I were having tea while the daughter was lying in the bouncer.

Son: *Seeing that I stood up* Mama, you don’t carry her ok? I’ll pat her and take care of her. You do your own stuff.

Is it time to book a 2nd honeymoon to Maldives?

We’ve always heard about how the older child become jealous when the younger one arrives and even though we didn’t purposefully prepare him for her, other than telling him that he’s going to have a 妹妹 aka sister, he has really taken to her from the day one.

And I am so thankful for that.

Perhaps when she’s a little older and more vocal, things might get a little different around here but for now, I thank God that he adores her very much and is protective of her.

Like how he announced to everyone to stay clear of her face (because she had some bacteria growth then and doctor advised us to keep it as clean as possible).

Or he would run to her when she cries and pats her to sleep again. Once I caught him singing “Jesus loves me” to her and on some occasions, she actually falls back to sleep. In the first few days, he was so worried about her crying that he even offered his cars to her.

He’ll ask about her whereabouts when he doesn’t see her and acts the role of her protector. He’ll entertain her while she plays the part of an appreciative audience. And I like to think she recognises his adoration because she’ll flash a toothless smile when he talks to her (or rather scream into her face sometimes) and her eyes lit up in recognition.

And as I look at them, I pray that their love will grow from strength to strength and will protect each other from the storms of the world.

Him & Her

Scenario: I was nursing when I wanted to use my phone and was too lazy to scoot over to the table. The son was sorting out his cards next to me.

Me: Could you please pass me my phone?

Son: No.

Me: Please?

Son: *Looks up at me* Can you wait?

Me: No.

Son: Well, you’ll have to learn to wait. Ok?

Sigh. I can only say he picks things up fast.

The other day we had dinner with my mother-in-law and as she was recuperating from her fractured thigh bone, she was still walking with a slight limp (coupled with her already weak knees to begin with).

As she was slowly easing herself into the car, the son stepped up to her, stooped down and tried to lift her leg in. Then he stood up, looked at her, shined her his brilliant smile and gave a huge hug.

I think that must have made her day.

And made my heart swell with pride because having a compassionate and empathetic child is so much more important that all academic qualifications put together.

How I love receiving things in the mail. Especially when they are lovely surprises (definitely not those tickets from my friendly Traffic Police).

I was so delighted when I saw this.

It was addressed to the kids and we opened it to find these.

Aren’t they adorable? (The yellow strips are not part of the design. Underneath are their names).

Thank you Auntie Corsage! It’s so heartwarming when someone’s thinking of you.

Sidenote: If anyone’s looking for personalised onesies and tops, you should try Pixie Thread (which was where they were from). This is not an advertisement because I actually ordered a onesie too, before I received these, and her service is impeccable. 🙂

One of the reason why I think he enjoys living here is because he gets the space to do things like these.

The new helpThe new help II

This is what happens when he mixes his languages together.

Him: She’s 看-ing 你。

Sounds bad…

One of the cons of staying in a new place is that the son has not been settling too well at night. Every turn seems to stir him whereas in the past, he’ll sleep like a log.

A few nights ago, he groggily followed his father out of the room in the wee hours of the morning. Suddenly I was awaken by his small little voice saying, “Mummy, this flower is for you.”

I thought it was probably some tissue paper he folded and thanked him sleepily.

In the morning, I went to search for the flower and saw this.

My 1st flower

And so this is my first flower from him.