...only when didi is not around. Cos I'd never be able to control the mess. She's more fascinated with the way the water changes colour in the square container (which is the aroma gel bottle by the way)Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Xuan paints
...only when didi is not around. Cos I'd never be able to control the mess. She's more fascinated with the way the water changes colour in the square container (which is the aroma gel bottle by the way)
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Kids say/do the funniest things
1. Me: "你今天又没有问老师问题啊？”萱：“有，我问老师，我可以去厕所吗？”
2. 宸："(pointing at xuan) Gar,gar”(dunno what he was trying to say). 萱：“不要叫我汽车！”
3. Papa So: "Boo!" 萱：“吓死我一大跳了！”
4. Mama So is giving Papa So the usual "friendly" hit because he tickled her. Didi witnessed it and hit Mama So for bullying Papa!
5. Mama/Papa so sings a lullaby to didi. He crawls to his pillow and lies down. When the song is done, he quickly sits up and clap!
6. 萱:"看看你是不是冰橱." Puts the fridge magnet on my butt. Magnet falls off. “我是冰橱吗？”I ask. "不，你是人。”
2. 宸："(pointing at xuan) Gar,gar”(dunno what he was trying to say). 萱：“不要叫我汽车！”
3. Papa So: "Boo!" 萱：“吓死我一大跳了！”
4. Mama So is giving Papa So the usual "friendly" hit because he tickled her. Didi witnessed it and hit Mama So for bullying Papa!
5. Mama/Papa so sings a lullaby to didi. He crawls to his pillow and lies down. When the song is done, he quickly sits up and clap!
6. 萱:"看看你是不是冰橱." Puts the fridge magnet on my butt. Magnet falls off. “我是冰橱吗？”I ask. "不，你是人。”
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Magnets
I bought some magents to make one of those fishing toys for xuan, but ended up too lazy to make the "fish" :P
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Happy kids
A trip to Sheng Siong! Xuan is quite happy to sit in the trolley but didi was a little apprehensive at first...
but soon learnt to have fun!
Story 2:
It was a typical Sunday and Mama So brought the kids to the playground to eat their biscuits so that I don't have to sweep up the crumbs :P
Didi brought his ball and soon made friends with a girl one month older than him. Then another boy who's 19mths old came along with this huge balloon. Didi fell in love with the balloon and that boy fell in love with didi's ball. They happily made an exchange~
Me and that boy's father started playing with our sons with their new toys. I'm glad didi get to make friends too! Our estate is supposedly the youngest in Singapore so there are lots of kids playing around all the time.
Xuan played mainly on her own but made this beautiful square out of twigs. She's starting to play with puzzles~
Story 3:
A crazy afternoon at IMM. Kids had fun playing everywhere and adults stressed over running after them everywhere.
2 things that I treasure a lot: kids learning how to play on their own and kids learning how to play together with other kids :)
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Puzzle
Xuan loves puzzle recently. But I realize her sense of space is not quite developed yet. She never enjoyed the shape sorter toy til one day, she's old enough to complete everything. I have a feeling if didi is patient enough to sit through a puzzle, he'd "get it" at an earlier age.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Letters to Xuan1 (3yrs old)
I've always wanted a girl, and you came right on cue. The day the doctor said, "She's a girl." I screamed out, "YES!~" Now I can braid your hair!
But wait a minute, I'm expecting to raise a tom boy, like I am, and I won't want to grow your hair, cos I'm expecting you to run around and get all messy. So what hair braiding??
You are just like me, and it shows day by day. I believe that both nature and nurture is at work. You have a temper, you want things your way, later on, you'd probably be rather competitive, and a perfectionist, if you're really like me.
But you also love books and music and moving around. You started sitting still throughout a baby book at 8mths, when your brother is still chewing them at that age. You picked up my pronounciation of words really well, and yesterday, you demonstarted reading a book with all the accurate emotions for the different characters!
You love to sing. Oh, you love to sing. Your childcare teacher told me that sometimes when you are in the mood to hold a concert, everyone would just sit down and listen to you. You've picked up some of my dance steps too. Though your father has doubts about my ability to dance, I'm sure you would turn out fine.
As much as I am excited about you going to a girls' school (like me), picking up a sport (like me), picking up an instrument, preferably Chinese instrument (like me), pick up dancing (something that I've always wanted but never really accomplished), I am very mindful that I am expecting all that of you. I want to change my mindset so that you can grow up healthily, making your own choices. I don't want you to walk in my shadow.
I want to be like your older sister, someone you'd share about your first crush, someone to giggle with when you're ready to recieve some sex education, instead of lecturing you about it. I want to be someone to share your opinions on a certain book you've read about, someone to go jogging with. I want to be your friend.
I promise I will be careful not to over shadow you, not to lead and suggest too many things. You are getting pretty loud and confident--your teacher tells me that you're like the class monitress already, and you help the younger classmates too.
I am proud of you. I love you, and I will support you with all my heart.
But wait a minute, I'm expecting to raise a tom boy, like I am, and I won't want to grow your hair, cos I'm expecting you to run around and get all messy. So what hair braiding??
You are just like me, and it shows day by day. I believe that both nature and nurture is at work. You have a temper, you want things your way, later on, you'd probably be rather competitive, and a perfectionist, if you're really like me.
But you also love books and music and moving around. You started sitting still throughout a baby book at 8mths, when your brother is still chewing them at that age. You picked up my pronounciation of words really well, and yesterday, you demonstarted reading a book with all the accurate emotions for the different characters!
You love to sing. Oh, you love to sing. Your childcare teacher told me that sometimes when you are in the mood to hold a concert, everyone would just sit down and listen to you. You've picked up some of my dance steps too. Though your father has doubts about my ability to dance, I'm sure you would turn out fine.
As much as I am excited about you going to a girls' school (like me), picking up a sport (like me), picking up an instrument, preferably Chinese instrument (like me), pick up dancing (something that I've always wanted but never really accomplished), I am very mindful that I am expecting all that of you. I want to change my mindset so that you can grow up healthily, making your own choices. I don't want you to walk in my shadow.
I want to be like your older sister, someone you'd share about your first crush, someone to giggle with when you're ready to recieve some sex education, instead of lecturing you about it. I want to be someone to share your opinions on a certain book you've read about, someone to go jogging with. I want to be your friend.
I promise I will be careful not to over shadow you, not to lead and suggest too many things. You are getting pretty loud and confident--your teacher tells me that you're like the class monitress already, and you help the younger classmates too.
I am proud of you. I love you, and I will support you with all my heart.
Letters to Colin1 (1.5yrs old)
(Inspired by "Letters to Sam" by Daniel Gottlieb)
Some people say, a mother-son bond is unique and different from a mother-daughter bond. I'm feeling it and I want to explore it.
I don't have brothers, and I went to an all-girls school during the most important teenage years. I crave for a big brother to take care of me. Along came your father and he fitted the bill nicely.
When your sister was born, I loved her like I would love a younger sister. She is familiar to me, and at the back of my mind, I've already decided that she'd take a similar path to mine (of course, I must be careful to let her choose her own path).
When you came along, I was at a blank. How do I care for you? How should I speak to you? How do I comb your hair??
Gender differences exist. First born-second born differences exist. When your sister started walking at 14+ months, she put her hands behind her back and savoured the pride of her new found independence. When you started walking at 13months, you were so excited that you wanted to start running immediately!
And you did start running very quickly after that. You are trying to jump, and you are throwing balls. I've already decided that I would nag at you for spending so much time playing ball! :)
When your sister falls, I encourage her to stand up by herself; when you fall, you pull yourself up before I can say anything. She's always careful about where she goes; you shoot off the moment we place you on the floor and you don't even care if we are following you or not! She loves holding my hand; you never wanted to hold my hand.
But you're starting to hold my hand now, and when you fall, you would come to me and ask for my "sayang", not because you really needed it, but because it feels nice.
You are a happy baby, it makes you easy to love. You are blessed without eczema, it makes your skin so smooth I just want to slide my fingers against your puffy cheeks again and again.
People with grown up sons tell me, "hug and kiss him as much as you can now, when he grows up, he won't even look at you". So I am doing just that. I know I will be holding your sister's hand even when she's all grown up, but I'm not so sure about how you'd turn out. No amount of "Raising Boys" or Human Growth Development module can teach me that.
So until the day you said, "Mama, I can hold your hand now, not you hold mine." I will continue to hug and kiss and tickle your tummy.
Some people say, a mother-son bond is unique and different from a mother-daughter bond. I'm feeling it and I want to explore it.
I don't have brothers, and I went to an all-girls school during the most important teenage years. I crave for a big brother to take care of me. Along came your father and he fitted the bill nicely.
When your sister was born, I loved her like I would love a younger sister. She is familiar to me, and at the back of my mind, I've already decided that she'd take a similar path to mine (of course, I must be careful to let her choose her own path).
When you came along, I was at a blank. How do I care for you? How should I speak to you? How do I comb your hair??
Gender differences exist. First born-second born differences exist. When your sister started walking at 14+ months, she put her hands behind her back and savoured the pride of her new found independence. When you started walking at 13months, you were so excited that you wanted to start running immediately!
And you did start running very quickly after that. You are trying to jump, and you are throwing balls. I've already decided that I would nag at you for spending so much time playing ball! :)
When your sister falls, I encourage her to stand up by herself; when you fall, you pull yourself up before I can say anything. She's always careful about where she goes; you shoot off the moment we place you on the floor and you don't even care if we are following you or not! She loves holding my hand; you never wanted to hold my hand.
But you're starting to hold my hand now, and when you fall, you would come to me and ask for my "sayang", not because you really needed it, but because it feels nice.
You are a happy baby, it makes you easy to love. You are blessed without eczema, it makes your skin so smooth I just want to slide my fingers against your puffy cheeks again and again.
People with grown up sons tell me, "hug and kiss him as much as you can now, when he grows up, he won't even look at you". So I am doing just that. I know I will be holding your sister's hand even when she's all grown up, but I'm not so sure about how you'd turn out. No amount of "Raising Boys" or Human Growth Development module can teach me that.
So until the day you said, "Mama, I can hold your hand now, not you hold mine." I will continue to hug and kiss and tickle your tummy.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Little Van Gogh at work
Notice the little "man" at the side?
Xuan is drawing human figures! Face, body, legs, and sometimes they come with a nose too! :D:D
And she's starting to colour in between the lines too~ :):)
Didi is starting to scribble too!
No relevance but I like this pic :P Recently he likes Ponyo!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
A typical Sunday
We discovered a new Mc, opposite AMK central, where there's a huge playground. Xuan loves the swing!
Didi didn't really enjoy it.
He preferred walking up and down in the hot sand.
Xuan loves the sand too.
My first pic holding my son's hand! He's a cool guy who doesn't like holding hands.
My first pic holding both my children's hands!
(Xuan saw this pic and said, "为什么萱萱和弟弟没有笑？只有妈妈笑" Well hopefully I can get a prettier picture next time)
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