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..and so it was. I decided to chill out a bit and took Lolly to the nearby mall. Just the two of us. She is quite a good companion these days. When i say, "Hold hand.." she extends the body part rightfully and willingly. That co-operation makes outing a whole lot easier now.

At some point, i carried her at the hip, and she said, "Dans" cos the music was funky. She got down and held both my hands gingerly and led the dance. It was a bit of a butt wringling action there. I was a bit shy to follow of course, but i could never say no to that cute and enthusiastic smile of hers. So right there, at Uniqlo we danced. Just a few seconds before being escorted out by the secu before i enticed her with ....

Shoes....oh she loves shoes. Big small flat heels..doesnt matter. She would try on every single pair at sight. *rubs temples*

and i had to pull her away..to lunch. Not that she was interested. Sushi, especially is not on her to-eat list. But we had a good chat. I dont know how to explain this. She doesnt talk much. She makes noises, but we understand each other. A lot.

For example, in the morning she was wearing a silly pirahna swimming cap. She took a photo frame, brought it to me and started yabbering away. So i said, "yeah, i havent put any picture in it yet. Cant decide which one." she tapped on the glass side, and told me something that needed decoding. And i realised that she thought that the picture frame was a mirror. She was staring at her own reflection on the glass side. When i got what she meant, she smiled a genuinely happy smile.

And when i was lying down on the couch supposedly looking for a fine cookie recipe, she came by and popped two mini cereal into my mouth, and asked, "Nice?" i purposely bit (gently) her finger. She yelped a dramatic "Ouch!" and laughed. I did it a few times. She improvised her acting by adding blowing/kissing the pain away.

Something about empathy that encompasses sensitivity which i think she demonstrates at a young age, just like Gooly did. The other morning, we were reading a book, and a picture shows a boy being splashed by water. She exclaimed, "Oh no!" and proceeded to wipe the boy (on paper) with her own shirt. And today she was upset that Pocoyo didnt want to be friends with Plato.

Hmm...

And so it wasnt about tgif per se - the glorified day of the week or the restaurant bearing the same name that i was gonna blog about.

Yeah. Its all about lolly. :)

The impossible

I watched The Impossible alone the other day. It was a movie i knew i had to watch when i saw the trailer. A few reasons, one - it being a true story that happened in Thailand, and two- that it happened end 2004 when i was in hospital while waiting anxiously to hold Gooly in my arms. And the images of the big tidal waves that hit the shores were being repeated on tv. So to see those images again, it was smwhat a bitter sweet nostalgic feeling.

And number three reason would be i am a big sucker for tear jerkers. Maybe i dont cry much in real life. And i believe watching tear jerkers make crying less sissy more justified or acceptable. But thats me..you can cry when you are chopping onions or constipated. I wont judge you.

So i needed my tear ducts cleaned..and so i went alone to the cinema, making sure it was not during prime hours..becuase i knew for sure, i was going to cry like a pig. No offence to the real pigs, or those of you bornin the year of the pig (yes you! The one in a condo with moths and stuff)or any chauvinistic pigs.

Anyways...what i wanted to tell today is how i thought the oldest boy, the star of the show resembled Gooly. Ok, in the movie, he helped his mom, rescued a little boy, and did other heroic stuff. No, im not sure if Gooly can actually save my life in a catastrophic scenerio, but i felt I could count on him to comfort me, like the boy did to his mother in the movie. The bond between the pair is the exact same one that gooly and i, the mother and son team share.

Also, when he spoke to a little boy whom he carried up onto a tree...the way he spoke was so much like Gooly. I cried so much that part.

Golly is really nice to Lolly. Of course there are times he couldnt stand her. I dont blame him cos she is such a diva, that one. But most of the time, he is really sweet. Because i want to remember this proud moment of how the gentle star-boy resembled gooly, i made it a point to remember what he said to lolly (and cousin) today.

Example 1: (stepping out of shower) Be careful, meimei. Its slippery. Do you want to hold my hand? No? Then you walk slowly...thats it....here's your towel.

Example 2: (cousin fell and skinned a little on the shin) You fell down? Painful or not? Let me see..oh..just a bit-lah. Never mind. Later take some water to wash. You can still run?

There should be some more...and as i knew i would, i had forgotten. But these two examples..well iam sure, his identity as a sweet gentle lil boy is approved.

Go watch The Impossible, if you havent already.

Little notes on the table

Yesterday i left a note on Gooly's table:

Dear (insert glamourous name), my favourite boy in the universe,

I want to thank you for taking care of me yesterday when i was sick. I knew you closed the door when i was taking a nap so that the noise outside wont disturb me. How thoughful and nice of you.

Love,

Mom.

Ps: have a great day at school.

Sometimes i am busy (peeling grapes). I forget to say thank you, or tot ell him that he has been a nice boy. Little notes like that help.

Later, i am gonna write another note. Yes..to thank him again for switching off the tv at 8.15pm without being told, and went to bed with no fuss. He completed his homework with minimal supervision. He ate lettuces.

He is nice to my parents. He chit chats with them, making them laugh all the time.

He loves his little sister so much.

Thanks son for being nice. Thank you for being more mature and reponsible than any 8 year olds (or 18 year old) whom I know. Thanks for for smiling even the day has been bad.

Odds and ends

Havent been writing for a while. There should be some stuff that ought to be written. Lolly is taking a nap now. I should write away till she wakes or i myself bore me my soul (and possibly you) to sleep.

We officially moved to the new place. It has been almost a year since the place was done up, but we were just here and there since gooly was still in the old school. But now that he is transferred, so it is here that we are staying put.

It is a whole new world for the affected three - gooly, lolly and i. First its the morning rush to school by 7.10am. And then its cooking two and a half meals, which started off fairly well with 2-3 dishes, but now has dwindled down to one-pot meals.

When there is time, gooly continues reading - non text book materials. His knowledge on animals is so vast, i asked if he should make a career out of it..you know, a zoo keeper or something. "A veterinarian" he suggested, cos he is not very fond of wild animals. But he is also afraid of domesticated dogs. It kinda puzzles me that one who is interested in animals is not fond of them. Does that make sense?

Meanwhile lolly continues to grow into a little tod with ponytails. Heh..thats if and when she allows me to tie them up. This cheekyboo loves to chatter. Bisoo busi buushoo bukiok - she says. Kidding..i dont think whatever that she says is phonectically possible. But she makes really cute sounds. Gooly talks to me, and she would touch my arm, and start yabbering away. I'd answer, "Really?" and she continues with her hard-to-spell words. It makes talking fun cos i just have to say, "uh-huh, and then, wow, ok" interchangibly. She is happy with those responses, thus far.

She also likes this silly games of "copying". Oh no..not the usual monkey see monkey do. The roles are reversed. She do, you copy. Sometimes i super layan cos it makes her smile so much. Other times, i do it cincai-ly. But she would correct me i.e like i didnt fold my thumb up properly as instructed.

Another mood-lifter game is to pretend i am really angry. She would come whisper tsubba tsubhi shibi..with a reallllllly cute face. And when a frown is turned upside down, she skips off happily. You can almost see the bubble speech of "yay" coming from her mouth.

Ok, i successfully killed my brian cells thinking of what i had missed writing the past month. And that makes me sleepy. And hungry.

So..to be continued.