Jan 20 2013
I’m proud of her gungho-ness.
Here’s the daughter of parents who can’t skate.
So we may not be the best skate coaches. Any volunteers? :p
Jan 20 2013
I’m proud of her gungho-ness.
Here’s the daughter of parents who can’t skate.
So we may not be the best skate coaches. Any volunteers? :p
Jul 14 2012
For months… our conversation would go:
Me: Are you wearing diaper?
She: No, I’m wearing panties!
Me: Can you pee pee in the panties?
She: No! Pee pee in the toilet!
Me: That’s right. What happens if you pee pee in the panties?
She: Mama will be angry and I will sleep all by myself!
Friday the 13th, 2012…
Saw the girl doing her usual holding-pee-yoga-pose. Asked her if she needed to go to the toilet. Reply was a loud “No! I don’t need to pee pee!” Fine. Whatever you say…
We were in the study when she suddenly screamed “I NEED TO PEE!” and in that very instant, she started peeing in her panties as she tried desperately to run to the potty for the rest of it.
Naturally, I got into an anger fit and started scolding her. Naturally, she got into a crying fit and promising once again (as like before), that she’ll never do it again. “Sorry Mama, I won’t do it again! I won’t pee pee in my panties again! PROMISE!!!”.
Told her that tonight, she’ll have to sleep all by herself, just like she had promised. Crying intensified.
After reading her a book with her still sniffing away, I told her it’s bedtime and to lie on her own bed. Turned off the lights… told her she had to sleep by herself… and walked out of the room. SCREAMS AND WAILS!
Our night battle officially begins…….
I walked into the study. She followed screaming and crying, apologising and promising that she’ll never do it again. Told her apologies accepted, but that she still had to go sleep by herself as she had promised.
After standing there crying for 10 mins and seeing me not moving from my chair, she finally walked off back into the bedroom. And I thought I had won the battle so easily!!! Except she stood wailing at the bedroom door for me. “Mama!!! Mama!!! Come here Mama… come here Mama!”
I was doing the laundry when she walked out of the room and peed in the potty. Thereafter happily declaring at the top of her voice that she had peed and “I’m all done!!”. Cleared the pee but told her she still had to sleep by herself cos she has already peed in her panties just now. Crying resumed…
She screamed, insisting she wants to go toilet again – in the hope that I’d be appeased. But I told her to pee in the bedtime diaper that she was wearing to sleep. Crying continued…
In between her screams, I would periodically go to the bedroom and told her she has to sleep by herself just as she had promised. That if she doesn’t pee in her panties tomorrow, then I’ll sleep with her tomorrow. Then she insisted she wanted a big hug. Gave in, hugged and carried her… but still put her back on the bed to “sleep by herself and left the room. “Mama… mama…. Don’t go, mama… don’t go!”
It’s been 1+ hour and her crying and screaming for me carried on non-stop. I felt bad for the neighbours and brought in her toy dalmatian dog and told her Dalmatian will sleep with her instead…
FINALLY… Her crying had a slight 5 seconds pause before it’s return. I see that as a sign of exhaustion…
But of course she would be exhausted. Who wouldn’t after crying since 9pm when the crime was committed?
Peeped in… Eyes closed, and sniffing in her sleep. *SUCCESS!*
Sigh… Honestly, I could have said “It hurts me, more than it hurts you”… But it’s not true. Surprisingly, I’m not even near the point of giving in. I suppose after so many times of her insisting she doesn’t need to go, even when it’s so very obvious with her clutching her privates and doing her yoga pose, I am so very ready for this final lesson of potty training.
Fact is, she is toilet-trained. She is able to verbalise her needs when she needs to go… And when we bring her there, she’ll settle her business nicely. But the problem is, sometimes, she just refuse to do as we ask… especially when there’s no goody-bag out of it.
Me: Do you need to pee pee in the toilet?
She: No, I don’t need to pee pee in the toilet.
Me: Are you sure?
She: I don’t need to!
Me: How about we go pee pee in the toilet and then we go to the <wherever> / I give you a <whatever> / we eat some <whatever>?
She: Oh yes! Okay mommy! Let’s go pee pee and then(A) / (B) / (C)!!!
Well… I hope this is our last lesson on potty training. That she now knows better than to hold her pee in till the last minute when it goes beyond control and too late for the dash to the toilet. But more importantly, that she learns a lesson on keeping promises.
And for now, I’m preparing myself for a long night ahead with the girl waking up from nightmares and night terrors… as well as a very clingy koala bear when she wakes tomorrow. Thank goodness the daddy is coming home soon… It’s been such a tough week. *whines*
Jul 14 2012
BFF bought me a mushroom farm!!! It comes like this:
Day 0: Instructions, to mist 5 times a day… but not to drown it.
Day 3: Sprouting!!!
Day 4: Sprouts are growing very fast!!! Every time the girl went to the toilet, she’d see them and say “Mommy, the mushrooms are growing so big! I want to tell Aunty Kat next time!”
Missed out day 5… but 3 sprouts took the lead and started accelerating their bloom…
Day 6: But nothing prepared me for the massive speed at which they grew!!!
Just 6 days and these fungi are spewing spores all over my bathroom floor! (see below)
Not wanting mushrooms to start growing out of my tiles too, we harvested these 3 biggies.
The girl was roped in to harvest our first crop.
The girl… super proud of her first harvest.
Anyone wants to share nice and simple mushroom recipe for these 3 fungus? I was never a mushroom eater… but the mushroom lover (the husband) is coming home on Sunday so maybe I can *try* to cook a welcome home dish? (going to be a feat trying to cook a dish that I don’t eat and don’t even know how it’s supposed to taste like)
In the meantime, we gotta keep the rest growing. Somehow, the 3 big ones must have been sucking up the moisture… cos while they were blooming so nicely, the smaller ones were drying out. So our little farmer was roped in again to mist and care for the young ones so we could prepare for a second harvest!
Stay tuned! I’ll post the outcome if I manage to make a nice mushroom dish for the husband. But if you don’t see anything… just don’t ask.
Jul 06 2012
Went to the Kranji Countryside sometime back with the husband and the daughter. The drive here took about 40 minutes… and along the way I kept telling my husband this was almost like us going on a roadtrip back in USA days. Driving around with a map and GPS… stopping to look-see-look-see when we feel like it… and not to mention it feels very kampung (outback) so the feeling is really really fresh.
The girl, as usual, was excited. And when she gets excited… she yaks non-stop.
“Mama… where is Yahn Yahn going?”
“Papa… where is Papa driving to?”
“Papa… I want to go this way. No! I want Papa to turn this way! THIS WAY THIS WAY THIS WAY!!!”
“We have reached? … Have we reached? … WE HAVE REACHED! HURRAY!!!”
(As a mom, I have learnt the art of conversing with her without really using the brain so as not to get into any possible car-accident while driving)
First stop, Hay Dairies.
The goats all in their pen…
And thank goodness we reached just in time to catch the last demonstration of goat milking. Actually we came here thinking (and hoping) we could pat and feed the goats… Alas, thanks to AVA, interaction with the animals were prohibited. *BOO HOO HOO*
And since we’re all non-goat’s milk drinkers… and the girl was still in a excitable state (imagine being stuck in your car seat for 40 minutes only to be told you can’t do anything once you get off)… so we decided to drive off immediately to the next stop.
“Mama… where are we going now? Are we going to the next one?”
Jurong Frog Farm. There are two sections. One for the frogs to mate and breed… and the other for feeding.
We headed off to the office first to check it out… And got a sample of 雪蛤 (Google: A dessert made of dried fallopian tubes of the frog with supposed health benefits)… I don’t eat frog-anything… so the daddy and the daughter got a taste of it.
Also had a quick educational lesson for the daughter, showing her how a frog grows from a tadpole… to an adult hopping frog!
Then we bought frog food ($2 for a big tub) and moved on to the feeding section to *attempt* to feed the amphibians…
… except they seem to be very *er-hem* busy with their businesses that they refused to eat anything… even if we threw it right in front of their mouths.
Yah… thanks a lot. Try telling that to my daughter who wasn’t too happy to be throwing the food as far as she could… only to be ignored by all these slimy creatures. *HMPH*
“Mama, the frogs don’t want to eat. The frogs are not hungry. “
The frogs were in chorus. Everyone of them was croaking away. And we even saw a pair trying to “talk” to each other before finally jumping on each other. *sigh* Seeing none of the frogs were interested in eating, we dumped the rest of the feed on their heads and walked off to the breeding section where the girl saw tadpoles (GIANT ONES TOO!) and little tiny frogs…
After that, we moved on to our next and final stop…
This one needs to pay entrance fees… but at $2 per adult, I really don’t mind. Especially when the girl got a complimentary home-grown banana to carry around with her.
Note: this was probably the happiest moment on this trip for her cos (1) She wasn’t allowed to go near the goats and (2) The frogs totally ignored her when she tried to feed them. So getting a banana as part of a farm-tour was probably the best moment for her so far (especially when she absolutely LOVES bananas).
And then we went on an educational self-tour…
Longans! The girl tried to steal some… But too bad they were too high… and I wasn’t really for the idea for plucking them off and eating just like that.
There was a small patch of padi field too… so I took the chance to teach the girl that the rice and porridge she ate came from these plants. And I even let her test how the grains feel to the touch.
And yes… The monkey absolutely loving her bananas… There were plenty of variety of bananas on the farm… So many that I’ve not even heard of.
And pineapples too! Honestly… I have never known pineapples grow like that. I always thought they were kindof buried in the ground or something. Ignorant me…
Lady’s fingers! I didn’t know they grow upright too!
And then a cotton plant. I told the girl to feel for herself how soft the cotton was… And I told her these cotton was used to fill her pillow. And she went all amazed and pulled out a small bunch from one cotton seed/fruit that has already bloomed and burst. *SORRY IVY SINGH!*
There were tons more all around the farm… Aloe Veras… Fig trees… Papaya trees… Coffee trees… Chili plants… Laksa Leaves… Curry Leaves… Hibiscus flowers… Lavender flowers… etc.
There was even a scarecrow!!! I would have thought my girl would be thrilled to see it… being a fan of Halloweeny stuff. But she refused to take any step closer to the scarecrow. And when I walked up to it, touching the straw-man to show her he’s totally harmless, she kept shaking her head “no… no… no…”.
And then I did the unforgivable. I pretended to put her complimentary banana into the scarecrow’s pocket, teasing her to come and collect it. But she wailed out loud! “NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Needless to say, not only was she scared of the scarecrow now, but she also HATED it.
Thankfully she was ready to forgive after tons of hugs and kisses. And especially after we sat down at the restaurant located in the farm for a late lunch… and her getting her hands on my Home Brew Aloe Vera drink.
And of course… finally getting her hands on the banana that she guarded with her tears and screams…
And us of course… having a great makan too. Ordered their home-grown seasonal vege + chicken with mushroom + rice. It may not look much… BUT IT WAS OH-SO-YUMMY! We walked out of that place with a super full and satisfied stomach. [NOTE: they only accept cash payments so make sure you bring enough for a meal!]
We only managed to cover 3 farms that day… so we’ll probably be back for more some other day. But seriously? The next time we return? I’m still going back to Bollywood Veggies cos I’m salivating just thinking of their yummy food.
Jun 27 2012
I brought a crocodile egg home!!!
Saw this “Australian Saltwater Crocodile Egg” – Watch your Croc Grow! egg in SPOTLIGHT and knew I just had to get it!! I just know that my girl will be excited to hatch her own crocodile egg!
And I was right. Here’s her holding the egg… initially thinking it was a Dinosaur Egg.
Exploration mode: Took a sniff….
… and listened… you know, in case it had any heartbeat.
And as the instructions said – “Completely submerge the egg in a container of water. Within 12-24 hours, the egg shell will break and your crocodile will begin to hatch.” And so, we began our journey…
Time Check: 0 Hour. Completely submerged.
Time Check: 12 Hour. A little break in the egg shell and we could see a small little snout!
Time Check: 48 Hour. More of the croc breaking out of the shell… with a visible claw too!
Time Check: 60 Hour. The whole head came out!
Time Check: 72 Hour. Our croc’s upper body is emerging! (You can see the girl trying to take a picture with her camera too in the background )
Time Check: 96 Hour. After just 4 days, our croc broke out of the whole egg! HURRAY!!!
It was a SUPER amazing journey… The first thing we did when we came home everyday, was to see how our dearest croc was doing. The girl would use her camera to take photos too… but REFUSED to touch it cos she said “I don’t want the crocodile to bite me!!!” And if we so decide to bring the croc close to her, she’ll SCREAM out loud… like those victims of a zombie attack.
Nonetheless, she was so fascinated with the croc that she asked, “Let’s go to the crocodile farm!!!”… Alas, Google revealed that Singapore’s crocodile farms have closed down… and I probably can only see real-life crocs in the zoo.
Until then, she’ll have to get her fix with our new pet. The girl looking really happy with her new baby… (still refusing to touch the croc directly…)
Me: Yahn, do you want to give your crocodile a name?
Me: What do you want to name it?
She: …. MAMA!
He: Mama??? You want to call the crocodile Mama???
She: YES! MAMA!
Me: (not amused) … how about Crockie. Shall we call the crocodile Crockie?
She: Oh yeah! Cool! Crockie the crocodile! Cool!!!
May 18 2012
Another of those keep-her-busy (albeit for a very short while) activity.
Step 1: Draw the grass
Step 2: Draw the stems
Step 3: Add the glue
Step 4: Stick the flowers and the leaves etc. (A pack of flower + heart + leaves from Giant at $2)
Pretty? The yellow heart is the sun up in the sky… and well, she insisted on pasting the green heart on the stems too cos she has seen heart-shaped leaves during our walks in the parks!
With no help from the mommy except to turn the leaves in the right orientation. Somehow she stuck them all with the pointy tip on the stem.
I guess I need to bring her out for another outdoor park lesson before our next repeat attempt.
Apr 24 2012
It’s been a long time since our “Paste-a-X” series.
She had Paste-a-Jungle… and Paste-a-Farm. So the next one… is Paste-an-Ocean! Although this really was because her stickers were wearing out of adhesive so the best way to have a final showcase was to glue it down onto paper and tack it up on her board for a finale.
She got this pack of stickers from her Beh-Por *Thanks Beh-Por*! And due to wear and tear, the adhesive at the back of the stickers started coming apart. So after sitting in the shelf for a good amount of time, I took it out for her “Paste-a-X” series.
Diligently pasting all the stickers down nicely in their spots, avoiding each other so they do not overlap… Attempting to call out each fish by their name… “Clown Fish”… “Shark”… “Octopus”… “Puffer Fish”… “Starfish”… And when she tried to ask me those that I do not know… I’ll sheepishly say “Pink Fish”… “Green Fish”… etc.
Sigh… terrible. That’s not how I wanted to teach my girl but… there’s a limit to my encyclopedic knowledge. And don’t get me started about the times my girl ask me… “Mama, what is this in Chinese?”… I just want to bury my head in the ground.
Anyhow… TADAH! Her final masterpiece. We added some bubbles cos she wanted to… and I drew some wiggly lines to mimic seaweed. Can you see the HUGE air bubble she drew around the puffer fish and just beneath the shark?
Okay… I would appreciate now if anyone could educate this mommy on the names of all the fishes in the picture. Oh… Chinese too, please.