Today is one of those days that i looked at my daughter's face, and marvelled at her cuteness. Mind you, it is not always like that. Yes, daughter..very often i look at you and throw my hands up in the air in exasperation. Like the time you didnt want to wear your diaper (as always), saying NYO! in a very opinionated tone. I asked what do you mean NYO..you will shee shee on the floor? You calmly walked into the toilet and pointed at the WC. Oh, i would applause, really if only you dont uhm...stand and pee.
*throws hands in air in exaperation*
ok, that aside...
You were really good today. *smilze* you woke with the cheeriest smile and you ate egg toast. Oh jolly good. There were days you refused cheese, yogurt, bread, anything the butler served. You wallopped some noodles for lunch with your favourite snack, edamame (that you never say NYO). I was impressed with your appetite. Come dinner, you ate almost a whole corn with some soup, sea weed junk-snack and a mini bun. You just grew another stomach, eh?
In between, we went swimming and took a nap together. Heck, you even allowed us to put you on the stroller to the pasar malam nearby. Despite being rather limited with vocabulary, you do astonish me with your observation. It's like you know how I roll. You take off my spectacles, arrange the pillow exactly the way I do - to 'ajak' nap time.
And you smiled at me so much. With your head cocked slightly. And your fringe is longer, so we put a pin, and it always makes your face rounder with your chin edgier. oh how i love to kiss the tip of your chin. It tickles you so much, your laughter echos through space.
And when you laugh, the whole world laughs with you. :)
I admit there were days that i do get mad at you. You are so stubborn, strong willed...naughty! And i know shouting, scolding dont work for you. I make a conscious effort to talk nicely to you and to be more patient.
You have a shirt that says "Naughty girls need to be loved too!" I so know that! And I so strongly believe that.
And today, its just one of the days...you realised that you need not to whine or cry to get something...that you need not to be naughty to get attention, perhaps?
Naughty or nice, 'ai' still loves you. But being the latter makes it so much easier.
Its really simple, girl. You already have a cute face. Just continue having fun without driving other people up the wall. You can do it!
Nike says so.
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 6, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Makan date
My best makan pal is gooly. Ok ok, you too...but today i wanna talk about my special dates with my son.
With the ongoing ruckus from the lil lolly, its hard to have chats with gooly. So i arrange dinner or lunch dates with him sans lolly. So i can listen to his tales. I love his tales.
He told me about a girl with 24 colour pencils, who kept repeating that she has 24 colour pencils,
"i have 24, you only got 12," she went on and on.
(how about getting another 24 and you get 48 and we can call you 48 poh!)
And gooly was not a bit fazed with the 24 colour pencils. He brings 12 in a tattered box even though he has hundreds at home. Watching the so called famous you tube clip of My Generasi, I know, colour pencils are a biggie at school. I am glad that gooly couldnt care less about that. Luckily he didnt start to add more colours or insist on a new box.
"I just kept quiet. And she went on and on about her 24 colours from first period, second period...until after recess, still saying the same thing...tsk tsk tsk..." he shook his head.
Maybe he should sing, "You dont impress me much~~~"
And he showed me a jelly, which he initially received three from his bahasa teacher for scoring his ejaan tests. He ate one for recess, gave one to his pal, and kept the last one for his cuz. He could have eaten all three, but he didnt. (He could have given me one, but he didnt. But i am not gonna gripe on that!)
And then he said his friend said there is a new hit song. And he sang, "L.U.V Mcdonald!" teeheeeee! Madonna will be mad yo!
And today, i talked and he listened. I told him that i have the best mom in the world.
"Mom, i think you learned from your mom. Thats why you are the best too. You learned from your mom. And i learn from you. And meimei learn from me."
Ahh...he got the equation right.
I love talking to him cos he makes a lot of sense than a lot of other people.
With the ongoing ruckus from the lil lolly, its hard to have chats with gooly. So i arrange dinner or lunch dates with him sans lolly. So i can listen to his tales. I love his tales.
He told me about a girl with 24 colour pencils, who kept repeating that she has 24 colour pencils,
"i have 24, you only got 12," she went on and on.
(how about getting another 24 and you get 48 and we can call you 48 poh!)
And gooly was not a bit fazed with the 24 colour pencils. He brings 12 in a tattered box even though he has hundreds at home. Watching the so called famous you tube clip of My Generasi, I know, colour pencils are a biggie at school. I am glad that gooly couldnt care less about that. Luckily he didnt start to add more colours or insist on a new box.
"I just kept quiet. And she went on and on about her 24 colours from first period, second period...until after recess, still saying the same thing...tsk tsk tsk..." he shook his head.
Maybe he should sing, "You dont impress me much~~~"
And he showed me a jelly, which he initially received three from his bahasa teacher for scoring his ejaan tests. He ate one for recess, gave one to his pal, and kept the last one for his cuz. He could have eaten all three, but he didnt. (He could have given me one, but he didnt. But i am not gonna gripe on that!)
And then he said his friend said there is a new hit song. And he sang, "L.U.V Mcdonald!" teeheeeee! Madonna will be mad yo!
And today, i talked and he listened. I told him that i have the best mom in the world.
"Mom, i think you learned from your mom. Thats why you are the best too. You learned from your mom. And i learn from you. And meimei learn from me."
Ahh...he got the equation right.
I love talking to him cos he makes a lot of sense than a lot of other people.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Lolly and her pillow
Gooly didnt have a "comfort" object. We went everywhere, anywhere without having to lug his favourite blankie, pillow, bear, hankie or whatnots. It was a deliberate decision at my end that he didnt get attached to any of them.
Meanwhile, lolly somehow got addicted to a smallish softie pillow. I think my mom has a role to play in this. She was always tugging the pillow under her arms (forcibly) during the early days citing that she would sleep more soundly. I didnt bother to follow through the routine when i tugged her in. But during the last bangkok trip, my mom insisted that we bring it along.
And so we did.
The moment we pulled it out from the luggage, she grabbed it with the biggest silliest grin. She hugged it wih such affection, and her face beamed with so much happiness that we knew she has found a "friend". Strange that it may sound, but her happiness was so profound that we just had to let her continue loving an Inanimate onject.
The love story continues. Now she crawls or walks tipsily over to her cot, stretches her hand through the bar (just like another child would, a bar of chocolate), grabs the pillow, hugs it and throws in a few pats). Very often, this is to indicate that she wants to nap.
It is too cute.
She could spot it in a pile of washed laundry too. She flings other unimportant stuff unto the ground. Takes the pillow case, and hurriedly goes to her usual spot to find the other side - the pillow, and tries clumsily to put them together,
Today, she tried to share her love. She must have sensed that i dont quite get this "attachment". She was hugging it, patting it while i was watching her as usual, grinning. She then shoved it into my arms. To humour her, i imitated her - by hugging and patting it. She smiled and made some sounds - "Nice right, mom.... now you understand??"
Yes, it was very cuddly soft.
But i like hugging you a lot more, my silly lolly.
Meanwhile, lolly somehow got addicted to a smallish softie pillow. I think my mom has a role to play in this. She was always tugging the pillow under her arms (forcibly) during the early days citing that she would sleep more soundly. I didnt bother to follow through the routine when i tugged her in. But during the last bangkok trip, my mom insisted that we bring it along.
And so we did.
The moment we pulled it out from the luggage, she grabbed it with the biggest silliest grin. She hugged it wih such affection, and her face beamed with so much happiness that we knew she has found a "friend". Strange that it may sound, but her happiness was so profound that we just had to let her continue loving an Inanimate onject.
The love story continues. Now she crawls or walks tipsily over to her cot, stretches her hand through the bar (just like another child would, a bar of chocolate), grabs the pillow, hugs it and throws in a few pats). Very often, this is to indicate that she wants to nap.
It is too cute.
She could spot it in a pile of washed laundry too. She flings other unimportant stuff unto the ground. Takes the pillow case, and hurriedly goes to her usual spot to find the other side - the pillow, and tries clumsily to put them together,
Today, she tried to share her love. She must have sensed that i dont quite get this "attachment". She was hugging it, patting it while i was watching her as usual, grinning. She then shoved it into my arms. To humour her, i imitated her - by hugging and patting it. She smiled and made some sounds - "Nice right, mom.... now you understand??"
Yes, it was very cuddly soft.
But i like hugging you a lot more, my silly lolly.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Testing the limit
Lolly likes to eat. Not food...but stuff like...you know..dirt, paper, tissue, our fingers., our money.....A pica monster she is!!
She has heard NO so often I am sure she knows what it means. NO and DIRTY are uttered day in day out, all the time. Hence, now she picks up something, looks at us, and places it say..at her chest.
...and then she moves it to her chin.
...and then at the side of her mouth.
....on her lips....
And finally she opens her mouth... And we shout, "No!"
She smiles sheepishly, and tosses it down.
She knows she shouldnt, but still wanna try..just in case we got tired yelling NO.
But sometimes she is really fast. Especially when its paper...cos its like her favourite. *roll eyes*
and the reason we allow her to test the limit, and not stopping her at "chest level" is because she is cute when caught in mishief. And i also wanna know if she is daring enough to cross the boundary.
The answer is yes.
Grrrrrrr!
She has heard NO so often I am sure she knows what it means. NO and DIRTY are uttered day in day out, all the time. Hence, now she picks up something, looks at us, and places it say..at her chest.
...and then she moves it to her chin.
...and then at the side of her mouth.
....on her lips....
And finally she opens her mouth... And we shout, "No!"
She smiles sheepishly, and tosses it down.
She knows she shouldnt, but still wanna try..just in case we got tired yelling NO.
But sometimes she is really fast. Especially when its paper...cos its like her favourite. *roll eyes*
and the reason we allow her to test the limit, and not stopping her at "chest level" is because she is cute when caught in mishief. And i also wanna know if she is daring enough to cross the boundary.
The answer is yes.
Grrrrrrr!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
She understands
I remember...
..the first "conversation" I had with with Gooly. He must have just turned one. It took place in the kitchen in the new mooban we just moved in. He didnt say much, but demonstrated that he could understand what I was saying. No, no.lit wasn't those "Where is your tongue?" kind of game cos I think those are more rote memorization rather than proper understanding.
So that day, i asked if he was still coughing, and he shook his head. And I said, then we can have ice cream. He said, "Yeaaah!" while lifting his arms up in the air jubilantly.
And we have been communicating since then.
Today I had the first "communication" with Lolly. No, no...not the "where is your head" routine which I am sure she is getting tired of showing us.
My phone beeped, signalling an incoming sms. "Oh, mummy's phone!" I announced to her for no apparent reason. She looked at me, and crawled towards the beeping sound. Stopped midway, turned around to look at me. And I said, "Where's mummy's phone?"
And she gingerly placed her palm on her ear.
She knows what a phone is.
But of course she didnt know where it was.
I smiled, and like the fact that she takes interest in whatever nonsense I am telling her.
..the first "conversation" I had with with Gooly. He must have just turned one. It took place in the kitchen in the new mooban we just moved in. He didnt say much, but demonstrated that he could understand what I was saying. No, no.lit wasn't those "Where is your tongue?" kind of game cos I think those are more rote memorization rather than proper understanding.
So that day, i asked if he was still coughing, and he shook his head. And I said, then we can have ice cream. He said, "Yeaaah!" while lifting his arms up in the air jubilantly.
And we have been communicating since then.
Today I had the first "communication" with Lolly. No, no...not the "where is your head" routine which I am sure she is getting tired of showing us.
My phone beeped, signalling an incoming sms. "Oh, mummy's phone!" I announced to her for no apparent reason. She looked at me, and crawled towards the beeping sound. Stopped midway, turned around to look at me. And I said, "Where's mummy's phone?"
And she gingerly placed her palm on her ear.
She knows what a phone is.
But of course she didnt know where it was.
I smiled, and like the fact that she takes interest in whatever nonsense I am telling her.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Terrible 10?
Dear Tom Kurus,
Lolly usually hits the sack between 8pm and 9pm. It's a good 11 hours sleep for her with 1 or 2 feedings in between. Ergo she wakes at around 7.30? Gawd! So early! My eyes are still shut and my mood, fouled, of course. Every. Freaky. Morning.
She takes her morning nap reluctantly - sometimes for a full hour or 20 minutes, depending. It can be anytime between 10am - 12pm. So i cant do breakfast with you, sorry. And i cant do lunch either cos she gets cranky again, say by 2pm cos...i dont know, shes hungry? Shes sleepy? Shes moody? When she is finally taking her nap, you'd say, who the heck eats at 3pm?
Id love to have dinner with you but i cant cos she is tired by 7pm (the universal dinner time!!!). And then she would wanna sleep at 8pm but refuses to, just for the heck of it.
And i cant go supper with you either, just in case she wakes and there is no one in the room, you know. It will freak her out completely.
What about anytime between her naps? Gee i dont know..its a lot of work to pack and unpack her paraphenelia - milk, diapers, hot water, cold water, wipes, toys, snacks, sweater, singlet, socks, bibs, etc. and she absolutely abhors car rides. Shes ok if you let her hold the wheel but Britney got into trouble doing that. Bummer! Or we could leave her at the foot seat where she can pick up sand and pebbles to chew on. It would really make her day if she finds pieces of papers. Nom nom nom! Paper nutrients!
A stroll at the park? I dunno...she doesnt like her Graco, Aprica and latest Maclaren. Do you have a Stokke or Quinny which we can try out?
So Tom, sorry..you will have to find another date. Or you can wait till Lolly doesnt need that many naps or is more stable (emotionally, mentally? Schedully?)
If we are lucky, we are talking about another 1000 days wait? Maybe? Hopefully?
P/s: there are days where she is exceptionally good... So i dont know if its just an excuse to be a social hermit or I am not a risk taker (yeah, its a lot of risks bringing a bawling baby out).
Lolly usually hits the sack between 8pm and 9pm. It's a good 11 hours sleep for her with 1 or 2 feedings in between. Ergo she wakes at around 7.30? Gawd! So early! My eyes are still shut and my mood, fouled, of course. Every. Freaky. Morning.
She takes her morning nap reluctantly - sometimes for a full hour or 20 minutes, depending. It can be anytime between 10am - 12pm. So i cant do breakfast with you, sorry. And i cant do lunch either cos she gets cranky again, say by 2pm cos...i dont know, shes hungry? Shes sleepy? Shes moody? When she is finally taking her nap, you'd say, who the heck eats at 3pm?
Id love to have dinner with you but i cant cos she is tired by 7pm (the universal dinner time!!!). And then she would wanna sleep at 8pm but refuses to, just for the heck of it.
And i cant go supper with you either, just in case she wakes and there is no one in the room, you know. It will freak her out completely.
What about anytime between her naps? Gee i dont know..its a lot of work to pack and unpack her paraphenelia - milk, diapers, hot water, cold water, wipes, toys, snacks, sweater, singlet, socks, bibs, etc. and she absolutely abhors car rides. Shes ok if you let her hold the wheel but Britney got into trouble doing that. Bummer! Or we could leave her at the foot seat where she can pick up sand and pebbles to chew on. It would really make her day if she finds pieces of papers. Nom nom nom! Paper nutrients!
A stroll at the park? I dunno...she doesnt like her Graco, Aprica and latest Maclaren. Do you have a Stokke or Quinny which we can try out?
So Tom, sorry..you will have to find another date. Or you can wait till Lolly doesnt need that many naps or is more stable (emotionally, mentally? Schedully?)
If we are lucky, we are talking about another 1000 days wait? Maybe? Hopefully?
P/s: there are days where she is exceptionally good... So i dont know if its just an excuse to be a social hermit or I am not a risk taker (yeah, its a lot of risks bringing a bawling baby out).
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Casually caring
"Did you have a good nap, mom?"
"Did you have a good day?"
"How was meimei today? Was she a good girl?"
"Mom, why are you always the last to eat? Its not fair.."
In this world, I think the person who cares for me most, and takes notice of me, would be my son. He casually asks about my welfare all the time.
Still waiting for, "Do you have enough money to spend, Ma?" though...
"Did you have a good day?"
"How was meimei today? Was she a good girl?"
"Mom, why are you always the last to eat? Its not fair.."
In this world, I think the person who cares for me most, and takes notice of me, would be my son. He casually asks about my welfare all the time.
Still waiting for, "Do you have enough money to spend, Ma?" though...
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Lucky day
"They say it's my lucky day today..but its not true," gooly lamented in the car when i picked him up from school. He meant the horoscope.
But how would he even be so sure, i challenged, as the day hasnt ended just yet.
i then made a swift swerve right in front of the ice cream motorcycle and announced, "Ice cream?" He beamed so much, shrieking Thank You Mama, it IS my lucky day today!
I love making my boy lucky. Bah to those lousy horoscope! :p
But how would he even be so sure, i challenged, as the day hasnt ended just yet.
i then made a swift swerve right in front of the ice cream motorcycle and announced, "Ice cream?" He beamed so much, shrieking Thank You Mama, it IS my lucky day today!
I love making my boy lucky. Bah to those lousy horoscope! :p
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The feeling
..when she crawls to me for a snuggle.
..when she hangs on to the hem of my pants asking to be carried.
..when she cries the moment i walk away.
..when she squeals excitely as she buries her head on my shoulder as protection if someone 'attacks' her
..when she shies away from strangers by grabbing me.
..when she head-butts me for fun.
The feeling is nothing less than a.w.e.s.o.m.e. Aww-wow-some really.
I think she knows im her momma already.
And I think she is in love with me.
Teehee.
..when she hangs on to the hem of my pants asking to be carried.
..when she cries the moment i walk away.
..when she squeals excitely as she buries her head on my shoulder as protection if someone 'attacks' her
..when she shies away from strangers by grabbing me.
..when she head-butts me for fun.
The feeling is nothing less than a.w.e.s.o.m.e. Aww-wow-some really.
I think she knows im her momma already.
And I think she is in love with me.
Teehee.
Crawlsome!
So..shes quite a pro crawler now. And all she wants to do now is to crawl! No chairs, no stroller, no carry..uh-uh...me wants crawl! Me wants crawl - she bawls.
As soon as she discovered the freedom to roam using her four limbs, she quickly explored all the nooks and crannies where ants and mites and dust and monsters lurk! Eeek! And she crawled under spaces where my butt wouldn't fit. Gah! And she climbed stairs and threatened to fall! Yikes! She wanted to touch forbidden stuff which i pressume she has been eyeing for the past 9 months. Bah! Itwas no fun at all for all of us who tail-gated her 24/7.
But then, it got better. She understands NO-NO better...make that slightly better. She knows my butt is big..that i cant rescue her if she got stuck under some impossibly small space.
She says HI by lifting her hand high up to reveal her armpit, Hitler style.
Try scolding her, and she gives you a pbbbbthhhh straight away. Baby's version of yayayaya..yada yada yada, i suppose.
Ten months old, i already wanted to tie her up on a cactus a few times.
Wanted! Not yet, ok....
As soon as she discovered the freedom to roam using her four limbs, she quickly explored all the nooks and crannies where ants and mites and dust and monsters lurk! Eeek! And she crawled under spaces where my butt wouldn't fit. Gah! And she climbed stairs and threatened to fall! Yikes! She wanted to touch forbidden stuff which i pressume she has been eyeing for the past 9 months. Bah! Itwas no fun at all for all of us who tail-gated her 24/7.
But then, it got better. She understands NO-NO better...make that slightly better. She knows my butt is big..that i cant rescue her if she got stuck under some impossibly small space.
She says HI by lifting her hand high up to reveal her armpit, Hitler style.
Try scolding her, and she gives you a pbbbbthhhh straight away. Baby's version of yayayaya..yada yada yada, i suppose.
Ten months old, i already wanted to tie her up on a cactus a few times.
Wanted! Not yet, ok....
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Id like to remember
The other day, i patted on the bed, summoning lolly to come over to have her nap.
She crawled the short distance, held my hand, and leaned her face unto my hand, with a sweet charming smile.
She did that three times.
I melted into a puddle of love three times.
...and still melting everytime I think of it.
She crawled the short distance, held my hand, and leaned her face unto my hand, with a sweet charming smile.
She did that three times.
I melted into a puddle of love three times.
...and still melting everytime I think of it.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Everytime
Everytime i get tired, i think of her cute fat rounded toes and fingers.
Everytime i think i am bored, i will remember her super soft skin rubbing against mine (not so soft skin).
Everytime i remember that i havent smile, i take a whiff of her little but soft hair.
Everytime i take a breather, i reach for her hugs (she squashes our faces together)
Everytime i reach the peak of frustration, i hear her loud squeals and cheerful sounds of nothing but daada, daada.
Everytime i hear a sad tone, i look for her assuring smile of two visible bottom teeth with puffed up cheeks.
Everytime i look like crap, i search for her chuckles and giggles.
Everytime i search for the meaning of life, i see love.
Everytime i see love, i know i am blessed.
(she woke for her milk at 3 am. In the dark, she searched for my face and immediately broke into a beautiful smile for me. Only for me. At 3 am. It seemed like it was just the two of us, in the whole wide world, at this hour.)
Everytime i think i am bored, i will remember her super soft skin rubbing against mine (not so soft skin).
Everytime i remember that i havent smile, i take a whiff of her little but soft hair.
Everytime i take a breather, i reach for her hugs (she squashes our faces together)
Everytime i reach the peak of frustration, i hear her loud squeals and cheerful sounds of nothing but daada, daada.
Everytime i hear a sad tone, i look for her assuring smile of two visible bottom teeth with puffed up cheeks.
Everytime i look like crap, i search for her chuckles and giggles.
Everytime i search for the meaning of life, i see love.
Everytime i see love, i know i am blessed.
(she woke for her milk at 3 am. In the dark, she searched for my face and immediately broke into a beautiful smile for me. Only for me. At 3 am. It seemed like it was just the two of us, in the whole wide world, at this hour.)
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Recognition
For the life of me, i couldnt and cant understand the significance of giving awards or rewards to someone who has done a lot. I mean, if you are a kid, yes..stickers and stamps and stars probably give you some sort of achievement high. But when you are an adult, how does a plaque or a trophy make you feel remotely happy about what you have done?
I am a mother. Inevitably, sometimes I feel, "Why am i the only one doing stuff for the kids? Hey, what about me? Woi, i need to sleep or hang out with my friends too, you know." At the end of all these unresolved questionings, I, too would like people who matter to me, think and know that what I do is not easy and equally important as saving the poison arrow frogs.
So, do i want the person to give me an award of recognition or something? I dont think so. It wont be satisfactory to my soul.
How about a reward? A bag, perchance? I do love bags, but they are reserved for other celebrations like birthdays and christmases, rayas but not for being a "trying to be a good" mom.
I suppose i just need kind gestures and words on a daily basis. Nothing grand..some words like -
"Quiet down, mummy is resting."
"Let's bring mummy to her favourite place to eat."
"Go give mummy a hug."
When you say that, papah, I know you appreciate me. Thank you.
And for Gooly to say -
"You are the best mom in this family." (tho I am THE ONLY mom in the family)
"Mom's job is the hardest!"
"Papah, quickly finish your food and take care of meimei so mummy can eat."
"I will finish quickly so I can help you, ok, mom?"
Or for lolly to literally jump with joy when she sees me after MIA for 5 minutes or for her to smolder her face unto mine..
For all these, I must be loving them right (read: doing the best i can)
Disclaimer : I have never won the Oscar or Nobel prize before...so i may just change my mind about this recognition business when i do receive one ;-)
I am a mother. Inevitably, sometimes I feel, "Why am i the only one doing stuff for the kids? Hey, what about me? Woi, i need to sleep or hang out with my friends too, you know." At the end of all these unresolved questionings, I, too would like people who matter to me, think and know that what I do is not easy and equally important as saving the poison arrow frogs.
So, do i want the person to give me an award of recognition or something? I dont think so. It wont be satisfactory to my soul.
How about a reward? A bag, perchance? I do love bags, but they are reserved for other celebrations like birthdays and christmases, rayas but not for being a "trying to be a good" mom.
I suppose i just need kind gestures and words on a daily basis. Nothing grand..some words like -
"Quiet down, mummy is resting."
"Let's bring mummy to her favourite place to eat."
"Go give mummy a hug."
When you say that, papah, I know you appreciate me. Thank you.
And for Gooly to say -
"You are the best mom in this family." (tho I am THE ONLY mom in the family)
"Mom's job is the hardest!"
"Papah, quickly finish your food and take care of meimei so mummy can eat."
"I will finish quickly so I can help you, ok, mom?"
Or for lolly to literally jump with joy when she sees me after MIA for 5 minutes or for her to smolder her face unto mine..
For all these, I must be loving them right (read: doing the best i can)
Disclaimer : I have never won the Oscar or Nobel prize before...so i may just change my mind about this recognition business when i do receive one ;-)
Monday, November 21, 2011
Lolly almost 8
Ok, last two weeks, she began to crawl forward. It was clumsy (as opposed to 'crawlsome!' ) that she didnt qualify for an imaginary Crawling Contest 2011.
She wasnt sitting also. Well, she does sit on the high chair..so she IS sitting technically. its just that she doesnlt like sitting on her own on the floor watching the world go by. The moment she hits the floor, she zig zags across the room dragging her heavy bum along in a comical way.
So, I'd say...she wasnt a profesional crawler or a sitter...BUT!
She wanted to stand and cruise!
I saw beads of sweat on her head as she kept trying the daunting tasks of pulling herself up and making steps sideways along her crib. I was rolling my eyes and telling her, "Slow it down! Back to the basics-lah! Sit, crawl, stand, walk..in that order please."
But like all little girls with a streak of my genes...she refused to listen. She practised cruising so much that by evening, she was letting go of one hand (Look ma, no hands!), and smiling gleefully.
As of today, she can pull herself up with ease - knees no more wobbly, and cruises along smoothly.#i told you so, mom
And oh, a white cap emerged at the lower gum. I can just imagine her looking even cuter with a toothy grin. She is a buttony cute bub if she doesnt scream that loud. Actually many still think she's adorable {my mom, the president of her fan club, for one } and all when she lets out loud, really mega loud shrieks. i have zero tolerance towards loud decibles of sounds. I have delicate ears. So imagine my horrors when my baby...MY BABY (ops sorry, didnt mean to shout) started screaming at a restaurant. She wasnt exactly fussing so there was nothing i could do to pacify her. She was just using her vocal cord to the max. It was cute at the beginning, and then it got louder and louder that a glass could break if i didnt take her out! Oh my! I shudder in fear now if you were to invite me for makan and nonchalantly ask, "Bring baby alonglah..i want to see her lah...."(i do get those invites pretty often). "Its me or her, you choose," i'd say. And they would choose her but of
course...*sad
As many moms with multiple kids say, each child is different. And i can so relate to that now #duh. So everything that lolly does that is different from how gooly did it, as far as my memory stretches, I find myself tilting my head a little in amusement and amazement. And sometimes with my mouth slightly agape, thinking.."Crap.. This is like being a new mom all over again!"
Oh Lolly...hic! I had to down yomeishu to survive motherhood this time round.Hic! Ah well...might as well..To Lolly, the loud baby who walks (or rather tries to) before she could crawl... Hic!
{The next time i write, i hope i dont begin with "Hi, my name is Jenny and i am an alchoholic *hi, jenny*}
She wasnt sitting also. Well, she does sit on the high chair..so she IS sitting technically. its just that she doesnlt like sitting on her own on the floor watching the world go by. The moment she hits the floor, she zig zags across the room dragging her heavy bum along in a comical way.
So, I'd say...she wasnt a profesional crawler or a sitter...BUT!
She wanted to stand and cruise!
I saw beads of sweat on her head as she kept trying the daunting tasks of pulling herself up and making steps sideways along her crib. I was rolling my eyes and telling her, "Slow it down! Back to the basics-lah! Sit, crawl, stand, walk..in that order please."
But like all little girls with a streak of my genes...she refused to listen. She practised cruising so much that by evening, she was letting go of one hand (Look ma, no hands!), and smiling gleefully.
As of today, she can pull herself up with ease - knees no more wobbly, and cruises along smoothly.#i told you so, mom
And oh, a white cap emerged at the lower gum. I can just imagine her looking even cuter with a toothy grin. She is a buttony cute bub if she doesnt scream that loud. Actually many still think she's adorable {my mom, the president of her fan club, for one } and all when she lets out loud, really mega loud shrieks. i have zero tolerance towards loud decibles of sounds. I have delicate ears. So imagine my horrors when my baby...MY BABY (ops sorry, didnt mean to shout) started screaming at a restaurant. She wasnt exactly fussing so there was nothing i could do to pacify her. She was just using her vocal cord to the max. It was cute at the beginning, and then it got louder and louder that a glass could break if i didnt take her out! Oh my! I shudder in fear now if you were to invite me for makan and nonchalantly ask, "Bring baby alonglah..i want to see her lah...."(i do get those invites pretty often). "Its me or her, you choose," i'd say. And they would choose her but of
course...*sad
As many moms with multiple kids say, each child is different. And i can so relate to that now #duh. So everything that lolly does that is different from how gooly did it, as far as my memory stretches, I find myself tilting my head a little in amusement and amazement. And sometimes with my mouth slightly agape, thinking.."Crap.. This is like being a new mom all over again!"
Oh Lolly...hic! I had to down yomeishu to survive motherhood this time round.Hic! Ah well...might as well..To Lolly, the loud baby who walks (or rather tries to) before she could crawl... Hic!
{The next time i write, i hope i dont begin with "Hi, my name is Jenny and i am an alchoholic *hi, jenny*}
Friday, November 11, 2011
Saying the right stuff
The other day, gooly in the heat of anger, got into a dispute with his cuz. And it involved a flying chicken leg kick.
I reprimanded him, told him that he should never never strike another. I was ready to hurl a barrage of words. And i began with, "You are bigger size than him..imagine..would you like it if someone does that to mei mei? (his precious)"
And he solemnly said, "I should have used my brain to think first!"
Me: Yaaaaa...(oei? This is not what i expected. If he had gotten all defensive, I would have dished out my "long winded speech" about why, how he shouldn't get in a fight.
And then he continued: "I was a bad example...."
Me: Yaaaa.... (oei? So matured one??)
And finally, "I'm sorry, mom. I wont do it again.."
Me: Ok..
And that was the end of my uhm...lecture. I wont even classify it as a lecture. It was a lot of monosylabic words like, "yaaaa" and "ok". But seriously, what else could i have said? He has summed up everything pretty well.
However, at the point of my last "ok", i wondered if he had learned the skill of winning an 'argument' with mom, which is - do not argue. If he had been brash or argumentative about it, he would have to face the guillotine. And now he walks away free..with just a promise of never do it again.
Pretty smooth, I must say.
Will see if he's really remorseful.
Or he is just a sweet talker, saying the right thing at the right time to save his ass.
Ahh.. I can see my genes in him now.
I reprimanded him, told him that he should never never strike another. I was ready to hurl a barrage of words. And i began with, "You are bigger size than him..imagine..would you like it if someone does that to mei mei? (his precious)"
And he solemnly said, "I should have used my brain to think first!"
Me: Yaaaaa...(oei? This is not what i expected. If he had gotten all defensive, I would have dished out my "long winded speech" about why, how he shouldn't get in a fight.
And then he continued: "I was a bad example...."
Me: Yaaaa.... (oei? So matured one??)
And finally, "I'm sorry, mom. I wont do it again.."
Me: Ok..
And that was the end of my uhm...lecture. I wont even classify it as a lecture. It was a lot of monosylabic words like, "yaaaa" and "ok". But seriously, what else could i have said? He has summed up everything pretty well.
However, at the point of my last "ok", i wondered if he had learned the skill of winning an 'argument' with mom, which is - do not argue. If he had been brash or argumentative about it, he would have to face the guillotine. And now he walks away free..with just a promise of never do it again.
Pretty smooth, I must say.
Will see if he's really remorseful.
Or he is just a sweet talker, saying the right thing at the right time to save his ass.
Ahh.. I can see my genes in him now.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Missed me?
Gooly had had an eventful day. Since it was after the school finals, he was allowed to have as much fun as he could. {Utter rubbish. He has had fun whilst taking his exams with very minimal revision} Hence, the moment he awoke till a little while ago, he was playing and playing, with this cousin, that cousin and another cousin.
Meanwhile, Lil Lolly was excited, refusing nap times even, because of all the commotion in the house. Naturally I was a bit tied down with her, and got really tired by evening.
In between play time, Gooly managed to make an appoinment with me - a Milo date to be precise. But as soon as Lolly hit the sack, I found myself dozing off. And soon, I heard sobbing.
It was Gooly. Scared the crap out of me. Thought he hurt himself or something.
"Nobody drank Milo with me *sob* and you are so tired *sob* I didnt want to disturb you *sob* but you promised *sob* good night mummy *sob* your milo *sob* my milo *sob sob* on table *sob*"
Such drama!
Actually I didnt {and don't} really understand what he was saying. I was in a daze still, having been just awaken from a syok slumber. In my head was littered with "What milo? Who milo? Whhaa??"
But I hugged him. He sobbed harder. He must have missed me after a whole day of fun fun fun sans me.
While it was fun playing, Momma is still the best company right before bedtime, eh?
I dragged my ass out into the kitchen, and saw a cuppa Milo (made by whom, I dunno). He had finished his. So he watched me drink mine. It was very odd that he kicked a fuss over a Milo date which almost didnt materialize.
Odd, but fuzzy warm too, just like the Milo I gulped down for his sake.
Meanwhile, Lil Lolly was excited, refusing nap times even, because of all the commotion in the house. Naturally I was a bit tied down with her, and got really tired by evening.
In between play time, Gooly managed to make an appoinment with me - a Milo date to be precise. But as soon as Lolly hit the sack, I found myself dozing off. And soon, I heard sobbing.
It was Gooly. Scared the crap out of me. Thought he hurt himself or something.
"Nobody drank Milo with me *sob* and you are so tired *sob* I didnt want to disturb you *sob* but you promised *sob* good night mummy *sob* your milo *sob* my milo *sob sob* on table *sob*"
Such drama!
Actually I didnt {and don't} really understand what he was saying. I was in a daze still, having been just awaken from a syok slumber. In my head was littered with "What milo? Who milo? Whhaa??"
But I hugged him. He sobbed harder. He must have missed me after a whole day of fun fun fun sans me.
While it was fun playing, Momma is still the best company right before bedtime, eh?
I dragged my ass out into the kitchen, and saw a cuppa Milo (made by whom, I dunno). He had finished his. So he watched me drink mine. It was very odd that he kicked a fuss over a Milo date which almost didnt materialize.
Odd, but fuzzy warm too, just like the Milo I gulped down for his sake.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Lolly screams
Lolly is such a screaming banshee that she can be classified as a first class noise pollutant. If you hear or see a shout for no reason babe at the mall, park, library - yep, thats her. But if you are a male, do not go near her. She's gotten wary of men. Good! Thankfully, she adores her dad despite not seeing him that often. i'm telling ya..the dresses he bought her made a whole lot of difference of how selective she can be.
She wallops just about everything we feed her. Drinks water from the spoon like a pro. Heck, she eats like a pro. She's born to eat! Finished a quarter of a small apple, and wanted more. So...yep, she screamed.
I didnt know she could sit till Winn plopped her on the table. Well, not really sitting..more like hunching over.But thats worth mentioning cos apparently Winn believes that the next time I leave Lolly with her, she will magically walk (Lolly, not Winn). But before that..she crawls..backwards. And she propels forward, kinda like a frog. And if she doesnt have much room to explore her new found skill..yep..she screams.
She also grunts like a troll. Great entertainment for the whole family. Before that she could do the longest ppppbbbbbtttth sound complete with saliva spewing. But that was so last week. This week is grunt and growl...sounds that make her monstrously cute.
She kinda weaned herself off finger sucking. Kinda..not entirely. She still sucks her fore finger prior to sleeping, but stops as soon as she is asleep. The finger is not perpetually in the mouth like how it used to. That's a relief in a sad way. Relief cos I was told it's so much harder to quit finger sucking than pacifier. And we may need to chop her finger off (my friend is obviously not in the correct mental health to suggest any parenthing tips). Sad cos that was her signature pose. Something that made me smile all the time.
Most importantly, when she sees me, she smiles mega big., like I'm special and fantastic like that. Ok, I convieniently left out some people. She smiles whenever she sees ama, korkor, papah.. the whole gang who plays with her. So we are all her favourite things in the world.
So there..a happy, contended baby who screams for joy. A summary of Lolly's life thus far.
She wallops just about everything we feed her. Drinks water from the spoon like a pro. Heck, she eats like a pro. She's born to eat! Finished a quarter of a small apple, and wanted more. So...yep, she screamed.
I didnt know she could sit till Winn plopped her on the table. Well, not really sitting..more like hunching over.But thats worth mentioning cos apparently Winn believes that the next time I leave Lolly with her, she will magically walk (Lolly, not Winn). But before that..she crawls..backwards. And she propels forward, kinda like a frog. And if she doesnt have much room to explore her new found skill..yep..she screams.
She also grunts like a troll. Great entertainment for the whole family. Before that she could do the longest ppppbbbbbtttth sound complete with saliva spewing. But that was so last week. This week is grunt and growl...sounds that make her monstrously cute.
She kinda weaned herself off finger sucking. Kinda..not entirely. She still sucks her fore finger prior to sleeping, but stops as soon as she is asleep. The finger is not perpetually in the mouth like how it used to. That's a relief in a sad way. Relief cos I was told it's so much harder to quit finger sucking than pacifier. And we may need to chop her finger off (my friend is obviously not in the correct mental health to suggest any parenthing tips). Sad cos that was her signature pose. Something that made me smile all the time.
Most importantly, when she sees me, she smiles mega big., like I'm special and fantastic like that. Ok, I convieniently left out some people. She smiles whenever she sees ama, korkor, papah.. the whole gang who plays with her. So we are all her favourite things in the world.
So there..a happy, contended baby who screams for joy. A summary of Lolly's life thus far.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Impressed
The other day, we went to the park and met my nephew's cousin (from his mom's side). This boy is about 11, and my...he is one of the finest boy I have met. He ran towards us, and greeted me and my mom, "Auntie, Por Por" with no prompting from anyone. And he has only met us a couple of times before. I could also see that he takes good care of his little sister. When we asked him stuff, he looked at us and answered reasonably and politely.
Nothing impress me more than a child with manners, empathy and kindness, I really dont care about your academic results. First, learn how to carry proper conversatiom, before you worry about the As and Bs. (applicable for moms and dads too.)
So whenever I meet someone as like-able, I do pray that Gooly grows to be a gentleman too. Hence, I do give him many opportunities to practice some skills. Like today, a good friend got married. I taught him a good handshake - firm and with confidence. And a sincere 'congratulations'.
Anyways..
The other day, I was lining up at the famous assam laksa stall. He was seated with my mom. He walked over to me when it was almost my turn. "Mom, do you need help? Let me help."
Now thats a perfect gentleman.
Just like how the boy impressed me, I do hope someday someone will say that my boy is inspiring too.
Nothing impress me more than a child with manners, empathy and kindness, I really dont care about your academic results. First, learn how to carry proper conversatiom, before you worry about the As and Bs. (applicable for moms and dads too.)
So whenever I meet someone as like-able, I do pray that Gooly grows to be a gentleman too. Hence, I do give him many opportunities to practice some skills. Like today, a good friend got married. I taught him a good handshake - firm and with confidence. And a sincere 'congratulations'.
Anyways..
The other day, I was lining up at the famous assam laksa stall. He was seated with my mom. He walked over to me when it was almost my turn. "Mom, do you need help? Let me help."
Now thats a perfect gentleman.
Just like how the boy impressed me, I do hope someday someone will say that my boy is inspiring too.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Secret codes
In life, many things, I feel, can be solved with good communication. Be it between spouses, friends, collegues or families.
Gooly and I talk, a lot. I would think we communucate well. To an extend sometimes with no words spoken, we know what we feel or think about certain things.
Like when he does something pleasant, he'd turn around knowing i am there to give him an appreciative smile. Likewise when he sees my frown, he'd know not to push the envelope anymore.
Sometime back I had noticed that he spoke in a smart-ass tone, kinda like mr know-it-all. Of course, I taught him the importance of being humble. At 6, it's kinda hard for him to comprehend the whole works of toning down. Hence, we deviced a code - something that will tell him to drop the tone without having to embarass him (by admonishing him) in front of others. I said, everytime I give a shake of my head, or when I put my finger on my lips, or when I squeeze his shoulder, it is an indication to shush it - PRONTO.
But above all, the best communication between us would be the smiles. Amidst many people, say at a party, we always exchange smiles - the universal way of telling "we are doing ok."
In a way, these smiles transpire love too, dont you think?
Gooly and I talk, a lot. I would think we communucate well. To an extend sometimes with no words spoken, we know what we feel or think about certain things.
Like when he does something pleasant, he'd turn around knowing i am there to give him an appreciative smile. Likewise when he sees my frown, he'd know not to push the envelope anymore.
Sometime back I had noticed that he spoke in a smart-ass tone, kinda like mr know-it-all. Of course, I taught him the importance of being humble. At 6, it's kinda hard for him to comprehend the whole works of toning down. Hence, we deviced a code - something that will tell him to drop the tone without having to embarass him (by admonishing him) in front of others. I said, everytime I give a shake of my head, or when I put my finger on my lips, or when I squeeze his shoulder, it is an indication to shush it - PRONTO.
But above all, the best communication between us would be the smiles. Amidst many people, say at a party, we always exchange smiles - the universal way of telling "we are doing ok."
In a way, these smiles transpire love too, dont you think?
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Now that he is older..
I was looking through the old videos of Gooly. I got all mushy, of course. He was a very very cute boy.
I forgot he had such long hair. I didnt remember he spoke with an accent (of what, I dont know.)
I heard my own voice, speaking gently to him, laughing many times at his antics. Above all, we always seem to have such fun, whether it was at home, at the park, at the beach (which we frequented).
In retrospect, he seemed very smart for his toddler age.
We were happy. Not to say that we arent now..but we are just caught up with stuff; me with Lolly, him with school.
Maybe I am a better mom for a baby or toddler. I love silly things. I am child-like, to say the least. And now that he's grown a bit, there are things that I cant relate to..
..like Naruto. I used to watch Kipper and Pocoyo with him. I''m just not into super power kungfu manga (I dont even know what is Naruto about). So he has to watch it alone.
... like guns and snippers and sword games, I just dont make very good sound effects- kapiew...pooosh..pow...kaching.... whats so fun about that?
Sigh..
Gooly,
I know I am more impatient with you now. I get irked when your hand writing is intelligible. I get offended with the way you talk. Not
always..but yes..you know I do.. when I give you the 'eye' or silent treatment.
But that doesnt mean I stopped loving you.
I never did. I can never fall out of love with you.
You are my first born.Forgive me if I dont know how to be a mom to a growing child, a boy at that. I' m not going to pretend that I like what you like. And I will not force you to enjoy my activities. Thus, I think, you may not find me suited to be your best friend, anymore. It scares me a little to think about later stages..when you are a teenager..and then a man. Will the gap be even wider?
They say thats growing up...growing apart..
An inevitable yet crucial event in both our lives.
Just remember I will never stop loving you.
Will you?
For I know, I'm not perfect.
I forgot he had such long hair. I didnt remember he spoke with an accent (of what, I dont know.)
I heard my own voice, speaking gently to him, laughing many times at his antics. Above all, we always seem to have such fun, whether it was at home, at the park, at the beach (which we frequented).
In retrospect, he seemed very smart for his toddler age.
We were happy. Not to say that we arent now..but we are just caught up with stuff; me with Lolly, him with school.
Maybe I am a better mom for a baby or toddler. I love silly things. I am child-like, to say the least. And now that he's grown a bit, there are things that I cant relate to..
..like Naruto. I used to watch Kipper and Pocoyo with him. I''m just not into super power kungfu manga (I dont even know what is Naruto about). So he has to watch it alone.
... like guns and snippers and sword games, I just dont make very good sound effects- kapiew...pooosh..pow...kaching.... whats so fun about that?
Sigh..
Gooly,
I know I am more impatient with you now. I get irked when your hand writing is intelligible. I get offended with the way you talk. Not
always..but yes..you know I do.. when I give you the 'eye' or silent treatment.
But that doesnt mean I stopped loving you.
I never did. I can never fall out of love with you.
You are my first born.Forgive me if I dont know how to be a mom to a growing child, a boy at that. I' m not going to pretend that I like what you like. And I will not force you to enjoy my activities. Thus, I think, you may not find me suited to be your best friend, anymore. It scares me a little to think about later stages..when you are a teenager..and then a man. Will the gap be even wider?
They say thats growing up...growing apart..
An inevitable yet crucial event in both our lives.
Just remember I will never stop loving you.
Will you?
For I know, I'm not perfect.
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