Yesterday, while driving to the hospital to visit nenek. Marsya sat in the front passenger seat.
Marsya: Mummy, my friend, she wears PE attire with tudung. (Rolling her eyes) Obit kan?!
Mummy: (Shocked to hear it but not surprised that Marsya said it.) And you called her obit for?!
Marsya: Ya lah, PE attire kan t-shirt je. Short sleeved. Then she wear tudung. So Kakak said "Awak obit lah."
Mummy: NO! You cannot be too honest like that! What if she feels hurt?
Marsya: No lah. Dia yang hurt kakak. She beat me after that.
Mummy: Did you cry?
Marsya: No. I laughed.
Mummy: Please do not call others obit anymore ok?
Marsya: Then you call me obit, can?
Mummy: (Pretended not to hear because really, my dear daughter can be real obit at times. Sigh...)
Marsya: And then right. (OMG my daughter is only 5 leh. NOT 15!!)
Mummy: Ahuh. (Step interested)
Marsya: She wear her tudung then the tali is here (pointing to the top of her head). So painful what!
Mummy: Maybe it's not painful to her?
Marsya: Oh. But so obit.
Mummy: (Oh God. Please keep me sane. This is ONLY the beginning.)
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Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Before there were four Part 1
When it was just me, Marsya and Ryan, we would have our morning shower together.
While I make my Milo and breakfast, they woud have their milk and biscuits.
We would then cuddle up on the cosy sofa, turn on Playhouse Disney and sing to our favourite tunes.
Life after I resigned and cared for the two kids on my own was more than I could ever ask for. I love every minute spent with them.
Going to Toa Payoh central with them was a breeze. I could even travel on the MRT from Toa Payoh to Tampines (where mom and dad used to stay) with them alone. There were many times I would drive to the other end of the island with them too. I was NEVER scared or apprehensive about going out with my 3 and 2 year olds alone.
Then we had a helper. I had a tough time adjusting. Being pregnant with Elisya, my hormones did their part in giving me sick notions. I had no choice but to allow the helper to take over some of my duties including showering the kids. Initially I cried. I know that physical touch is important and it enhances the bond you have with your children. But after a few incidents of falling in the toilet, Bobo told me to stop showering them. Big belly and clumsy me do not make a good pair.
With a helper around, I focused whatever energy I had on Marsya and Ryan. I felt relieved because in fact, I had more time with them. Snuggling before naps, lunch together without having to care about the dirty dishes, played Play-Doh with them and not worry about the mess too, baked cupcakes with them and even brought them to the playground while the helper cleans up the mess in the house and the list goes on.
I miss Marsya and Ryan as babies and tots.
They are more independent now that they are in K1 and K2 respectively. They have their own perspectives and are never afraid of saying how they feel. I should be thankful.
Enjoy these pics while I go cry my eyes out...
To be continued.....
While I make my Milo and breakfast, they woud have their milk and biscuits.
We would then cuddle up on the cosy sofa, turn on Playhouse Disney and sing to our favourite tunes.
Life after I resigned and cared for the two kids on my own was more than I could ever ask for. I love every minute spent with them.
Going to Toa Payoh central with them was a breeze. I could even travel on the MRT from Toa Payoh to Tampines (where mom and dad used to stay) with them alone. There were many times I would drive to the other end of the island with them too. I was NEVER scared or apprehensive about going out with my 3 and 2 year olds alone.
Then we had a helper. I had a tough time adjusting. Being pregnant with Elisya, my hormones did their part in giving me sick notions. I had no choice but to allow the helper to take over some of my duties including showering the kids. Initially I cried. I know that physical touch is important and it enhances the bond you have with your children. But after a few incidents of falling in the toilet, Bobo told me to stop showering them. Big belly and clumsy me do not make a good pair.
With a helper around, I focused whatever energy I had on Marsya and Ryan. I felt relieved because in fact, I had more time with them. Snuggling before naps, lunch together without having to care about the dirty dishes, played Play-Doh with them and not worry about the mess too, baked cupcakes with them and even brought them to the playground while the helper cleans up the mess in the house and the list goes on.
I miss Marsya and Ryan as babies and tots.
They are more independent now that they are in K1 and K2 respectively. They have their own perspectives and are never afraid of saying how they feel. I should be thankful.
Enjoy these pics while I go cry my eyes out...
To be continued.....
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