Little Matt when excited. It's a no wonder that he can hardly put on weight despite eating a lot.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Where is Mommy?
One of Matt's favourite book is Where is Mommy? (Peek and Find) It's a really fun lift-a-flap book. I guess it reminds Matt of us playing hide and seek at home. He learns the many places that one can possibly hide - behind the curtains, under the bed, under the table; and also the many different animals under those flaps telling him to look elsewhere.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
The Bigger Baby
This morning, we popped this frozen otah we bought from the market for breakfast, and left hubs to handle it while I fed Matt breakfast. He took it out after 15 mins, cut it into half and placed them onto slices of bread, walloped his portion and pronounced, "the texture not quite right, but quite good."
I finished feeding Matt, ate mine, it was cold. Undercooked definitely. It was still slimy-ish. I believe that's the "not quite right texture" he was referring to. Popped them back into the oven, and it was yummy alright, with the right texture.
Sigh. I am, really, living with 2 babies!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Corporal Punishment, High Pain Threshold
Whenever Matt falls, he doesn't cry. He would just look at me and calmly exclaim, "Matt-chu fall down!" Which is great, I think.
Sometimes, though, we worry. We witnessed many seemingly painful falls, but he doesn't even whimper. I would like him to be able to tell me where he is hurting so I can check.
For example, last week, he tripped and fell. He did not manage to break the fall with his arms in time, and ended up with his chin hitting the floor. The hard impact had his teeth sinking into his lower lips, and it bled quite a fair bit.
My little boy cried for all of 20 seconds, at most.
The cut eventually turned into a very nasty ulcer. I have never had an ulcer that big in my life. His appetite plummeted, poor chap. Each time that I fed him, he'd put his finger into his mouth and wince in pain, whimper a little, and ask me to "put lotion," his way of telling me to soothe any of his pain.
Then there were ocassions when I smacked his bottom really hard, till there are actually finger marks on them. He just scratched them cutely with his little fingers, then he went about his naughty ways. Makes me wonder if I rotan-ed him, would he feel anything?
Speaking of which, hubs and I think that we need to start using the cane soon. He is getting way too spoilt for his own good. While we do not want to ever use corporal punishment, we also do not want to bring up a brat. I don't know. I hope reasoning will work with him soon, but I am not hopeful looking at the state of things.
Sometimes, though, we worry. We witnessed many seemingly painful falls, but he doesn't even whimper. I would like him to be able to tell me where he is hurting so I can check.
For example, last week, he tripped and fell. He did not manage to break the fall with his arms in time, and ended up with his chin hitting the floor. The hard impact had his teeth sinking into his lower lips, and it bled quite a fair bit.
My little boy cried for all of 20 seconds, at most.
The cut eventually turned into a very nasty ulcer. I have never had an ulcer that big in my life. His appetite plummeted, poor chap. Each time that I fed him, he'd put his finger into his mouth and wince in pain, whimper a little, and ask me to "put lotion," his way of telling me to soothe any of his pain.
Then there were ocassions when I smacked his bottom really hard, till there are actually finger marks on them. He just scratched them cutely with his little fingers, then he went about his naughty ways. Makes me wonder if I rotan-ed him, would he feel anything?
Speaking of which, hubs and I think that we need to start using the cane soon. He is getting way too spoilt for his own good. While we do not want to ever use corporal punishment, we also do not want to bring up a brat. I don't know. I hope reasoning will work with him soon, but I am not hopeful looking at the state of things.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Honey Bun Sugar Bun
One day, when Matt is older, he may kill me for posting such intimate details of him. But for now, they are the cutest thing, in equally cute underwear.
Hope This is a Keeper
I timed the new helper, Amy, to join our household while Matt was taking his nap last week.
First impression - she looks (almost) nothing like the photo in her biodata. She is shorter than what she declared. She must've given a photo from at least 10 years ago, and perhaps grew a little shorter since ...
Ok, I am being nasty!
I am seriously maid-out.
But she mostly smiled as I talked to her. That helped ease my apprehension a little. But I was still on my guard.
I gave a quick tour around our home, and shortly after, we heard Matt whining, awoken from his slumber. He walked out groggily, had eyes only on me, and was completely unaware of Amy who was standing by his side. I said, "Hey Matt, meet Aunty Amy!" He held on to me, blinked and blinked and blinked, as I held my breath. Then to my surprise, he held her hand and led her to the living room!! Breathe out.
About a week has passed. All I can say is, she is not very clean, well, at least not to our standard, and does things very slowly. Attitude-wise, so-so, alright. A bit deaf, doesn't quite listen to instruction sometimes.
But, and this is a very big BUT, Matt seems to get along well with her. I think for now, that is all that matters. Whatever Amy is lacking in currently, is habitual; can be trained &/or changed. Ren yuan - this one is, as the word imply, fated.
Keeping my fingers firmly crossed!
First impression - she looks (almost) nothing like the photo in her biodata. She is shorter than what she declared. She must've given a photo from at least 10 years ago, and perhaps grew a little shorter since ...
Ok, I am being nasty!
I am seriously maid-out.
But she mostly smiled as I talked to her. That helped ease my apprehension a little. But I was still on my guard.
I gave a quick tour around our home, and shortly after, we heard Matt whining, awoken from his slumber. He walked out groggily, had eyes only on me, and was completely unaware of Amy who was standing by his side. I said, "Hey Matt, meet Aunty Amy!" He held on to me, blinked and blinked and blinked, as I held my breath. Then to my surprise, he held her hand and led her to the living room!! Breathe out.
About a week has passed. All I can say is, she is not very clean, well, at least not to our standard, and does things very slowly. Attitude-wise, so-so, alright. A bit deaf, doesn't quite listen to instruction sometimes.
But, and this is a very big BUT, Matt seems to get along well with her. I think for now, that is all that matters. Whatever Amy is lacking in currently, is habitual; can be trained &/or changed. Ren yuan - this one is, as the word imply, fated.
Keeping my fingers firmly crossed!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sell Newspaper
This is a father-son activity that hubs is very proud of.
Every few weeks on a Sat or Sun, dear daddy would listen out for the newspaper man sounding his horn and driving his karang guni lorry. He would excitedly shout for him as he passes by our house, and father-son wait on as uncle weighs the newspapers.
The little one patiently waits for uncle to give him money ...
.... so he can insert the coins into his piggy bank and hear the "oink oink" as they go through the coin slot. Sometimes, he gets dollars. Those go in through the piggy's nostrils.
Every few weeks on a Sat or Sun, dear daddy would listen out for the newspaper man sounding his horn and driving his karang guni lorry. He would excitedly shout for him as he passes by our house, and father-son wait on as uncle weighs the newspapers.
The little one patiently waits for uncle to give him money ...
.... so he can insert the coins into his piggy bank and hear the "oink oink" as they go through the coin slot. Sometimes, he gets dollars. Those go in through the piggy's nostrils.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Smiley
For a while now, whenever I carried Matt, he would lean back and look me in my face, and give me a big smile. When I smile back, he would chuckle and hug me tight and give me a hard squeeze.
Sometimes, he'd look up from whatever he is doing, and just smile at me. Just like that.
I love it, too, when he sits on my lap and I read something he likes, he'd turn 180 around to give me a warm smile.
When I drive to my in-laws to pick him up after work, I would creep up quietly into the house, and find him usually playing with his toys. "Baby!" He would look up, and a big grin would appear spontaneously on his face before he makes a dash towards me and jumps into my embrace.
Aye. It's wonderful.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Puh-Leeezzzz
.. let me have a good helper this time round.
So, it's good riddance very soon to the lazy helper-who-sat-with-Matt-for-45-mins-while-I-cooked-dinner-(for her, too)-and-did-not-realise-he-pooed-even-when-it-stank-so-bad.
The-helper-who-told-a-friend's-helper-that-she-has-no-food-when-she-has-put-on-weight-since-coming-to-our-household-one-month-ago.
It's a joke to say my house has no food. I almost died laughing when I heard this.
Anyways. By-gones.
Please let the next one work out.
So, it's good riddance very soon to the lazy helper-who-sat-with-Matt-for-45-mins-while-I-cooked-dinner-(for her, too)-and-did-not-realise-he-pooed-even-when-it-stank-so-bad.
The-helper-who-told-a-friend's-helper-that-she-has-no-food-when-she-has-put-on-weight-since-coming-to-our-household-one-month-ago.
It's a joke to say my house has no food. I almost died laughing when I heard this.
Anyways. By-gones.
Please let the next one work out.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Terrible Twos II
It seems that the terrible twos phase has gained grounds since I last talked about it.
"Dowan!" rules the day - dowan yeye house, dowan home, dowan shower, dowan sleep, dowan papa, dowan aunty, dowan rice, dowan whatever i-don't-fancy, dowan whatever-mama-wants.
This behaviour gets even more pronounced whenever I am around. No one can carry him, change his diaper, bring him to wee wee, put him to bed. No one can touch him. Period. Which, of course, are behaviours which we want to discourage. So, of late, we have countless episodes of hubs tearing him away from me, make him face the wall, him crying on and on, and me pacing nearby, dying to hug and comfort him but cannot!
He can really cry, goes on and on and refuses to apologize. He gets off when he is ready to say he is sorry. The moment he says it, he makes a dash for me.
Sometimes, I take a step back and wonder - surely he is not keen on protesting and making decisions that he knows will render mommy and daddy angry, and which will inevitably lead him to face-the-wall? I tend to be less harsh on him when I am sane enough to think like this. Most of the time, I am not as sane, not in the face of this little 2-year old tyke who goes on a serious meltdown when he doesn't get his way. But I am a softie, so facing the wall has, fortunately for me, been more of a hubs thing, much to his chagrin :p
I guess Matt is learning to make his own choices and asserting his independence, a phase of development that he (and I) must go through. I just wish that it didn't have to always involve him disagreeing with us in order for him to make that choice. Bedtime now .. Dowan sleep! We're going to a party. Dowan party, go airport!
*Deep breaths! It's a development phase!*
"Dowan!" rules the day - dowan yeye house, dowan home, dowan shower, dowan sleep, dowan papa, dowan aunty, dowan rice, dowan whatever i-don't-fancy, dowan whatever-mama-wants.
This behaviour gets even more pronounced whenever I am around. No one can carry him, change his diaper, bring him to wee wee, put him to bed. No one can touch him. Period. Which, of course, are behaviours which we want to discourage. So, of late, we have countless episodes of hubs tearing him away from me, make him face the wall, him crying on and on, and me pacing nearby, dying to hug and comfort him but cannot!
Sometimes, I take a step back and wonder - surely he is not keen on protesting and making decisions that he knows will render mommy and daddy angry, and which will inevitably lead him to face-the-wall? I tend to be less harsh on him when I am sane enough to think like this. Most of the time, I am not as sane, not in the face of this little 2-year old tyke who goes on a serious meltdown when he doesn't get his way. But I am a softie, so facing the wall has, fortunately for me, been more of a hubs thing, much to his chagrin :p
I guess Matt is learning to make his own choices and asserting his independence, a phase of development that he (and I) must go through. I just wish that it didn't have to always involve him disagreeing with us in order for him to make that choice. Bedtime now .. Dowan sleep! We're going to a party. Dowan party, go airport!
*Deep breaths! It's a development phase!*
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I've Come This Far
This month heralds many moments of significance.
My blog is one-year old!
I never thought I'd be able to sustain for long writing a blog. I wonder who reads my blog. I know hubs is a faithful follower.
I've come to enjoy it as a great way for me to rant, and to pen down significant happenings, particularly related to the little one. Hopefully, it will allow me to re-read and still bring myself to hug Matt some time further down the road when he does things that make me royally pissed off.
My driving license is "active" for a year!
I became more kiasi as I grew older. I remember being somewhat a daredevil when I first obtained my license in my late teens, in fact, even before I got my license. I drove dear daddy's prized car around the estate and had no fear! But more than a decade along, I have only fear when we could finally afford our own car. What more with a baby in tow, I became even more chicken shit . But under the No Choice Act, I took to the wheels this month last year, and am now proud and happy to say that I am glad I can go places with Matt without needing to rely on hubs or my FIL or the uncles-of-largely-blue-sometimes-yellow-or-red-cars anymore. It's totally liberating!
Survived a year being a part-time employee, and an over-time-under-paid SAHM
I still think that part-time work arrangement works out best for me, although of recent, I have been thinking about how this job has almost zero prospect and self-development potential. I wonder if I should return to the workforce full-time, since the banks are, apparently, hiring agressively. Plus Matt should be school-going in the next half year or so.
I think and I think and I think.
Well, thinking is one thing, the inertia to return to work full-time is seriously serious. Lets see what happens this year ...
My blog is one-year old!
I never thought I'd be able to sustain for long writing a blog. I wonder who reads my blog. I know hubs is a faithful follower.
I've come to enjoy it as a great way for me to rant, and to pen down significant happenings, particularly related to the little one. Hopefully, it will allow me to re-read and still bring myself to hug Matt some time further down the road when he does things that make me royally pissed off.
My driving license is "active" for a year!
I became more kiasi as I grew older. I remember being somewhat a daredevil when I first obtained my license in my late teens, in fact, even before I got my license. I drove dear daddy's prized car around the estate and had no fear! But more than a decade along, I have only fear when we could finally afford our own car. What more with a baby in tow, I became even more chicken shit . But under the No Choice Act, I took to the wheels this month last year, and am now proud and happy to say that I am glad I can go places with Matt without needing to rely on hubs or my FIL or the uncles-of-largely-blue-sometimes-yellow-or-red-cars anymore. It's totally liberating!
Survived a year being a part-time employee, and an over-time-under-paid SAHM
I still think that part-time work arrangement works out best for me, although of recent, I have been thinking about how this job has almost zero prospect and self-development potential. I wonder if I should return to the workforce full-time, since the banks are, apparently, hiring agressively. Plus Matt should be school-going in the next half year or so.
I think and I think and I think.
Well, thinking is one thing, the inertia to return to work full-time is seriously serious. Lets see what happens this year ...
Monday, February 22, 2010
Bringing Meaning to CNY: Visiting the Less Fortunate; Respecting the Elderly
It was Day 8 of CNY, and some colleagues in hub's office organised a party for the Adventist Home for the Elders. I was not exactly keen on going, having to deal with the maid, still thinking about my lost iPhone, and still feeling bad from causing Matt's vomiting the night before. But I wanted to get out of my self-pity mood, although I thought seeing the less fortunate might make me brood even more.
And I wondered if Matt might make the old folks feel even worse, I mean, they might think of their own sad plight, how they have no close family members to celebrate with them.
I packed and went anyway. And I am so glad we did.
The set-up was simple, chairs arranged in a big circle in a void deck. When we arrived, they were having a lo hei.
Matt said xin nian kuai le to hub's colleagues, then found more happiness running about outside the party. I was busy watching over him, then hubs came out with the most brilliant idea to involve Matt - make him bring plates of food and serve the elderly.
Each time that he served, he illicited a warm smile.
And it warmed our hearts that our little kiddo managed to bring a smile to a few old folks in the way that only he can.
And I wondered if Matt might make the old folks feel even worse, I mean, they might think of their own sad plight, how they have no close family members to celebrate with them.
I packed and went anyway. And I am so glad we did.
The set-up was simple, chairs arranged in a big circle in a void deck. When we arrived, they were having a lo hei.
Matt said xin nian kuai le to hub's colleagues, then found more happiness running about outside the party. I was busy watching over him, then hubs came out with the most brilliant idea to involve Matt - make him bring plates of food and serve the elderly.
Each time that he served, he illicited a warm smile.
And it warmed our hearts that our little kiddo managed to bring a smile to a few old folks in the way that only he can.
CNY wasn't Happening
Reunion dinner was really fine, first day celebrations were great. Trip home to M'sia was really good.
It went downhill from there.
We only managed to stay in M'sia for one full day. Which is s.h.o.r.t by my standards. But hubs has got a lot at work, so we had to do what we had to do - leave. I cried when I left - unbelievable - given how long I have been away, and how old I am now. But I really miss my parents and everyone back in M'sia.
Then the next day, my iPhone was stolen! The one I received for Christmas from dear hubs. I was shopping at Mothercare, placed the phone absent-mindedly on the shelf while I examined underwear for Matt, realised I forgot it after I paid for my goods, rushed back and it was gone! 10 minutes! When we called using my hub's phone and it was turned off, my heart just sank.
Then on Saturday, we brought Matt out for dinner at a Japanese restaurant and we ordered gyu-don for him. He started off well, but as we went along our dinner, he seemed uncomfortable, but being the little soldier that he is, he still smiled and giggled. All seemed well.
Until we were in the car. Matt vomited his entire dinner out.
The culprit? Eggs. In particular, egg white.
This is the third time he has vomited after consuming eggs since he started solids. The first 2 times, I was not 100% sure - maybe there were other factors. But the dinner that night affirmed it. There were no other possible reasons.
At home, I gave Matt some cornflakes. He ate it happily. I sorted out the mess in the car.
Just before bedtime, Matt asked for milk, but I wasn't sure if I should give him. But the poor little hungry boy chanted "milk" repeatedly, so I did. And within minutes, he threw up again. I should've heeded my instincts!! Urgh! Poor boy!
He finally went to bed after more cornflakes, some cheerios and water.
Felt so so so bad that night.
The thing is, I kept having these disturbing feeling while I was feeding him, but largely ignored it.
Mother's instincts are amazing, and I sometimes wonder why I do not heed those nagging feelings more often.
They say that Hope looks up. So I am hoping for a better end to CNY, and a far better year ahead after a somewhat sucky start!
It went downhill from there.
We only managed to stay in M'sia for one full day. Which is s.h.o.r.t by my standards. But hubs has got a lot at work, so we had to do what we had to do - leave. I cried when I left - unbelievable - given how long I have been away, and how old I am now. But I really miss my parents and everyone back in M'sia.
Then the next day, my iPhone was stolen! The one I received for Christmas from dear hubs. I was shopping at Mothercare, placed the phone absent-mindedly on the shelf while I examined underwear for Matt, realised I forgot it after I paid for my goods, rushed back and it was gone! 10 minutes! When we called using my hub's phone and it was turned off, my heart just sank.
Then on Saturday, we brought Matt out for dinner at a Japanese restaurant and we ordered gyu-don for him. He started off well, but as we went along our dinner, he seemed uncomfortable, but being the little soldier that he is, he still smiled and giggled. All seemed well.
Until we were in the car. Matt vomited his entire dinner out.
The culprit? Eggs. In particular, egg white.
This is the third time he has vomited after consuming eggs since he started solids. The first 2 times, I was not 100% sure - maybe there were other factors. But the dinner that night affirmed it. There were no other possible reasons.
At home, I gave Matt some cornflakes. He ate it happily. I sorted out the mess in the car.
Just before bedtime, Matt asked for milk, but I wasn't sure if I should give him. But the poor little hungry boy chanted "milk" repeatedly, so I did. And within minutes, he threw up again. I should've heeded my instincts!! Urgh! Poor boy!
He finally went to bed after more cornflakes, some cheerios and water.
Felt so so so bad that night.
The thing is, I kept having these disturbing feeling while I was feeding him, but largely ignored it.
Mother's instincts are amazing, and I sometimes wonder why I do not heed those nagging feelings more often.
They say that Hope looks up. So I am hoping for a better end to CNY, and a far better year ahead after a somewhat sucky start!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Chinese New Year
I was kinda looking forward to Chinese New Year in January. Christmas was about thanksgiving. Chinese New Year is about renewal. And some serious cleaning. For weeks now, whenever I had some time, I spring-cleaned.
When we moved into our current home 2 years ago, I was 8 months pregnant with Matt, hence, never did any meaningful unpacking. Hubs, being a man, unpacked "as is." Everything went into the cupboards. Unorganized trash. Out of sight, out of mind. I occasionally thought about it, but did not have the luxury of time or energy to deal with them. Until last month. We did some minor reno at home for the much needed storage, and it was great opportunity to chuck, chuck, and chuck!
I also managed some time to buy meself, hubs and Matt some new clothes. My mother-in-law bought me a pomelo and nian gao. She ordered some famous bak gwa. I bought some goodies here and there. I changed new notes to pack ang pow. It seems we are quite set for a good Chinese New Year.
Until last Sunday. My new helper completely dampened my mood. After weeks of training, I was happy that she was improving. Matt was 50% warming up to her. Then, she promptly announced "I give up, ma'am. I want to go back Philippines." What the f#*&!! She said she misses her kids. She said things are easier back home. She said she "cannot care Matthew." Perhaps I have been overly fierce and stern with her? So I tried to talk to her, even apologized for those moments of anger. But the more I talked, the more inconsistent her reasons became.
My agent and I grilled her, and finally came to the conclusion - she is lazy. Missing her kids was an excuse. Although I am certain she does miss them. We concluded so because she didn't mind being transfered to another family without young children, and not any other types of family.
To cut the long story short, I decided to let her transfer (hubs thinks I am too nice to even let her transfer) and I will look for new helper. But the thought of choosing another one, to wake up at 530 to train her daily, to get Matt to get used to a new helper - SUPER SIAN aaahh!
Having said that, once I decided on the course of action, I was sort of happier. The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously. 2 days from Chinese New Year, I am slowly trying to get into the mood again. A piece of bak gwa may just do the trick.
When we moved into our current home 2 years ago, I was 8 months pregnant with Matt, hence, never did any meaningful unpacking. Hubs, being a man, unpacked "as is." Everything went into the cupboards. Unorganized trash. Out of sight, out of mind. I occasionally thought about it, but did not have the luxury of time or energy to deal with them. Until last month. We did some minor reno at home for the much needed storage, and it was great opportunity to chuck, chuck, and chuck!
I also managed some time to buy meself, hubs and Matt some new clothes. My mother-in-law bought me a pomelo and nian gao. She ordered some famous bak gwa. I bought some goodies here and there. I changed new notes to pack ang pow. It seems we are quite set for a good Chinese New Year.
Until last Sunday. My new helper completely dampened my mood. After weeks of training, I was happy that she was improving. Matt was 50% warming up to her. Then, she promptly announced "I give up, ma'am. I want to go back Philippines." What the f#*&!! She said she misses her kids. She said things are easier back home. She said she "cannot care Matthew." Perhaps I have been overly fierce and stern with her? So I tried to talk to her, even apologized for those moments of anger. But the more I talked, the more inconsistent her reasons became.
My agent and I grilled her, and finally came to the conclusion - she is lazy. Missing her kids was an excuse. Although I am certain she does miss them. We concluded so because she didn't mind being transfered to another family without young children, and not any other types of family.
To cut the long story short, I decided to let her transfer (hubs thinks I am too nice to even let her transfer) and I will look for new helper. But the thought of choosing another one, to wake up at 530 to train her daily, to get Matt to get used to a new helper - SUPER SIAN aaahh!
Having said that, once I decided on the course of action, I was sort of happier. The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously. 2 days from Chinese New Year, I am slowly trying to get into the mood again. A piece of bak gwa may just do the trick.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Little Things 4
He loves his bedtime milk. One day, while he was busy playing, we put Bob the Builder where he usually drinks his milk, and Bob hugs his milk bottle. We playfully said "Look Matt, Bob is drinking milk!" He looks up, look so pained I felt so bad! He just sat there, on the verge of bursting. BUT he did not snatch it back from Bob, or throw or hit Bob. Almost in tears that Bob took his favourite milk, he looked at me pleadingly to help him. Awwww! My little boy is such a sweet angel!
Still, he'd hug his Bob. Bob is the only soft toy he'd hug. Not Stitch. Not the gorilla.
He wakes up sleepy every morning. He blinks and blinks. I pull open the curtain slowly to let the sunlight stream in. Irritated, he commands "mama off the light"
"Du wan sleep!" He always puts up some form of protest when it's nap time or bed time. He has taken this to another level lately. He buys time, by pooping just before nap time. He forces with all his might so he gets to escape his bedroom to the bathroom. At night, with no poo, he will say "I pan-sai" then grins.
Whenever he hurts himself, whether a gentle hit or a major fall, it's always "mama put lotion!"
Matt loves spinning round and round and round. Then he staggers from the dizziness, walks sideways, and chuckles hard to himself. When he falls down from all that dizziness, he laughs even harder!
He likes playing ring around the rosies but when it's time to fall, he just stands there, watches everyone fall to the floor, then he laughs and runs away.
Matt can't pronounce his 'l' yet.
Still, he'd hug his Bob. Bob is the only soft toy he'd hug. Not Stitch. Not the gorilla.
He wakes up sleepy every morning. He blinks and blinks. I pull open the curtain slowly to let the sunlight stream in. Irritated, he commands "mama off the light"
"Du wan sleep!" He always puts up some form of protest when it's nap time or bed time. He has taken this to another level lately. He buys time, by pooping just before nap time. He forces with all his might so he gets to escape his bedroom to the bathroom. At night, with no poo, he will say "I pan-sai" then grins.
Whenever he hurts himself, whether a gentle hit or a major fall, it's always "mama put lotion!"
Matt loves spinning round and round and round. Then he staggers from the dizziness, walks sideways, and chuckles hard to himself. When he falls down from all that dizziness, he laughs even harder!
He likes playing ring around the rosies but when it's time to fall, he just stands there, watches everyone fall to the floor, then he laughs and runs away.
Matt can't pronounce his 'l' yet.
"Matt, say hallelujah!"
"Ha-ye-yu-yah!" then a big smile. I just wanna pinch his cheeks when he says that!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I Look Aged
Yesterday, I entertained a certain Mr M, who demonstrated a kick-ass almost $4k vacuum cleaner.
Some small talk, then he was cleaning my mattress.
I saw him looking at our wedding portraits on the wall, then at me. Then at the wedding portraits again.
Mr M: Wah! Your son only 2 ahr? How long ago were you married?
Me: 4 years ago I think. WHY?
M: I mean, how old were you when you were married? (maybe sensing the sales going down the drain after that indirect criticism)
Me: Late 20s. Yeah, I have aged since ... maybe you want to tell me more about your (stupid) machine?
So. I got my and Matt's mattresses cleaned for free. But I did not buy the machine.
Not because I was insulted.
Okay, I was insulted.
But I didn't buy it because it was almost $4k. For a vacuum cleaner. I could live with some germs. But that is not the point of this blog.
But it got me thinking about how I look.
After he left, I stared at my reflection in the mirror for quite some time. That bad meh? No what. I thought to myself. Maybe I should do some facial since Matt is not awake yet.
Oh, but there's some spring cleaning to be done before he wakes. I'll do facial tonight.
But I think I did not even put moisturizer before I slept last night when I crashed after putting Matt to bed.
Sigh.
My skin has aged. I've aged.
Some small talk, then he was cleaning my mattress.
I saw him looking at our wedding portraits on the wall, then at me. Then at the wedding portraits again.
Mr M: Wah! Your son only 2 ahr? How long ago were you married?
Me: 4 years ago I think. WHY?
M: I mean, how old were you when you were married? (maybe sensing the sales going down the drain after that indirect criticism)
Me: Late 20s. Yeah, I have aged since ... maybe you want to tell me more about your (stupid) machine?
So. I got my and Matt's mattresses cleaned for free. But I did not buy the machine.
Not because I was insulted.
Okay, I was insulted.
But I didn't buy it because it was almost $4k. For a vacuum cleaner. I could live with some germs. But that is not the point of this blog.
But it got me thinking about how I look.
After he left, I stared at my reflection in the mirror for quite some time. That bad meh? No what. I thought to myself. Maybe I should do some facial since Matt is not awake yet.
Oh, but there's some spring cleaning to be done before he wakes. I'll do facial tonight.
But I think I did not even put moisturizer before I slept last night when I crashed after putting Matt to bed.
Sigh.
My skin has aged. I've aged.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Fren Fries
Hmmmm ... this thing is YUMMY! (For the records, the fries at PS Cafe has some truffle oil on them, very yummy indeed!)
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