well, after much deliberation we decided to jump the gun…..
meet pak mat punto!
….. haha, gotcha!! admit it, for a moment you guys thought that we bought a new car, right?
my dad decided to trade in his sonata for something smaller, it’s a grande punto to be precise. nice compact hatchback or better known as a supermini. we had the chance to test drive the car on sunday. found the handling very good and rather responsive. a continental car feels more solid compared to a japanese or korean make.
this is a week overdue, but congrats to farah for the much-anticipated arrival of mirza shiraz. :)
wow, only one of you left then, eh? *winks at lyd* lol!
anyway, the bub above here has shown signs of displeasure at not wanting to share mummy’s arms with any other little human beings other than him. his lower lip would quiver at the sight, tsk. so tak abang-abang ok?!
just how do they learn this – ‘jealousy’ – anyway?
nevermind. we shall keep ‘brainwashing’ him till he warms up to the idea. must prepare in advance mah. (way, WAY in advance, in this case.) :p
it’s been slightly over a week since he started going to ‘school’, and so far, his oma has made him ‘ponteng’ twice – once due to bad weather, and the other for waking up late (him, not his oma, hehe).
otherwise, she reports that he looks forward to going in the morning. at the mention of the word ‘school’, he’d bring out his backpack and water bottle, and INSIST that someone send him, pronto!
feedback from the teacher is that he’s “coping very well”, and “still busy checking out the toys and materials”, which i take to mean that he’s still menggelitis as ever around the classroom and making a right mess! :D she also said that he enjoys music lessons and participates willingly, which i take to mean that he likes to boogie-woogie with everyone else during circle time.
the moment he gets home, again according to his oma’s reports, he’d be famished and would gobble down his lunch like he hadn’t eaten for days. his daytime nap pattern has also adjusted such that he gets sleepy earlier at night and falls asleep faster (next day must wake up early to go to school mahhh). which means, more time in the evening for his parents to pursue their own ‘interests’, hehe. (i’m still reading That Book, ok, so no spoilers please!)
mum doesnt really enjoy the sending back and forth, though, cos she can’t handle crossing the roads with two kids and dealing with their squabbles at the same time. i think that’s the downside for now, though she has the helper with her.
times like these when i feel guilty for not being a sahm to do all these… mothering duties myself. well, not that sending him to playgroups or whatever activities i’d want to send him to in future is even necessary in the first place, but well, we all have our own reasons for wanting to do things for our children, even if it means at the expense of others.
i was trying to google on how to become a certified lactation consultant (yet another one of my whimsical angan-angan ambitions) when i clicked on http://www.family.sg/PREGNANCY and…
there greeted my eyes, my once-upon-a-time about-to-explode tummy! anjat gegerl.
hmm, is that a sign or something…? *chuckles*
anyway, continuing my search, there IS an int’l board of lactation consultant which does certification. you’d have to go through a course and then an exam (!) which comprises of 200 multiple choice questions. you’re also required to have a health professional background, but “personal breastfeeding experience, wonderful as it is, does not meet this requirement”.
darn. there goes my chance to be an official Tek-nician or Tek-nical troubleshooter.
haiyah. moving on.
my organisation emails us summaries of articles from various sources on a regular basis, and i sent one of interest to the Bapaknye.
Growing research shows that fathers can have a distinct impact on children beyond that of mothers even though they often spend less time with their children. Although both mothers and fathers can stimulate children through the same psychological processes, mothers can only do so much; fathers have an additional impact because they tend to behave differently with children.
Studies show that:
- Fathers tend to engage kids in more rough-and-tumble play. This fosters their children’s curiosity and teaches their children to regulate emotion and enjoy surprises.
- There is a link between fathers’ warm, stimulating play with their 2-year-olds and better language and cognitive skills in the children a year later, independent of mothers’ behavior. The effect endures into adolescence.
- Fathers who play with toddlers in stimulating and encouraging ways tend to have children with healthier relationships at age 16, surpassing mothers’ effect.
- Fathers tend to shape language development as they typically do not talk down to their children as much as mothers, using larger words. There is a link between fathers who used varied vocabulary with their 2-year-olds, and more advanced speech at age 3, even though the fathers spoke less often to the children.
- Fathering may reduce teen delinquency. Fathers tend to handle misbehavior differently from mothers, stressing real-world consequences.
and this part of the article tickled me: “It was talkative dads who gave the kids an edge.” hehe.
i guess it’s true that mums generally communicate with their kids more (in other words, ‘nag’), while dads are more verbally economical by virtue of being, well, males (unless of course, you’re a lawyer or a national debater or a taxi driver).
having had a father who was not very ‘involved’ or communicative, i’m glad that our generation of daddies has evolved and are taking a more active part in ‘fathering’.
meanwhile, the following is an example of the kind of, erm, lessons the Bapaknye has been imparting to the little one:
“aniq! superman!” —> *stretches arm outwards* —> little one stretches arm outwards
“batman!” —> *makes circular shape with index finger and thumb over eyes* —> little one pinches index finger and thumb over his eyes to the best of his (limited) abilities
“ultraman!” —> *makes a cross with two arms* —> little one gets mixed up with superman
“spiderman!” —> *makes squeezing motion with hands* —> at which point Maknye corrects Bapaknye on his gross misrepresentation of spiderman with proper wrist-flicking action —> little one gives up in confusion
“mickey mouse!” —> *wriggles fingers over head* —> at which point Maknye also gives up —> the little one, finding this doable, wriggles fingers over his head
i don’t know how much of an ‘edge’ the Bapaknye is giving him, but at least he’d know his comic book heroes, and that, surely, is important to know in the real world. :p
one of its owners is keen on a change. this owner is practical-minded and focused on the economical implications of a new replacement. plus, the issue of space was brought up, in view of potential familial expansion in the future.
the other of its owners isn’t as keen. this owner is sentimental and fiercely loyal to the point of stubbornness. it was their ‘lovechild’, born a week after their wedding, after all!
all those scratches and dents on the exterior, not to mention all those stains of indeterminate nature on the interior, “gives it character”, this owner said. each evokes a story or a memory of four years in the making.
nonetheless, this owner relented and went along to showrooms, grudgingly did some test-drives, watched as complex calculations were done, pooh-poohed the idea some more, but knew that babycolt’s life would have to expire sooner or later. and better to let go now while it still maintains a semblance of dignity than wait till it sputters its last breath.
so, what would be worthy of replacing you, baby…? :(
i’d like a replay of what went on last weekend – but with less calories, please…
there’s the meats feast on kak m’s birthday at amirah’s grill. yes, meats – beef, lamb, chicken, fish. all devoured in one fell swoop, like true carnivores that we are. the rest had mint sheesha to top it off while i, and my lungs, remained steadfastly smokeless. what a party pooper eh? anyway, it was my night off without the kid, in the company of hawt (and need i say, hawny) women, and the only missing meat was… well, you figure it out.
then there’s the potluck at esah’s, where we (ok not ‘we’ per se, as in izadnhana, but more like ‘we’, as in ‘izad’) were supposed to cook up something exotic, like, erm, fried macaroni (ok, ‘we’ aren’t THAT culinary-inclined). but because we had to bring the little one to kkh that day where he was put on an adrenaline mask (like he doesn’t have enough adrenaline as it is!) for his cough, ‘we’ ended up bringing… murtabak. hey, not just ANY murtabak ok, victory murtabak ok.
right, where was i… ah, the cheesecake which you see up there. loaded with an indecent amount of oreos that could feed a small village. and what more, made with lurvvve at three in the morning. needless to say, it tastes better than it looks! (really. reallly realllyy.)
the hostess also cooked up a wok-full of oglio alio… alio oglio… aglio olio (ok, i can’t for the life of me get this right). pandai, right?? the closest to italian i can make is ‘spaghetti d’eau’.
ok and that last intriguing piece, that’s is’ vietnamese springroll, also made with lurvve (i don’t know what time she was up making it though). there’s what i believe is vermicelli, prawns, and vegetables wrapped in rice (?) popiah skin, and eaten with fish sauce. i think. aiyah, i dunno lah, i’m very jakun lor. i only know can eat.
we missed out on the other foods coz we left earlier than the rest of the guests, who were, as usual, ‘rusty stars’.
and that’s that. ps: i starved the rest of the week.
so anywaaay, i think i should stay put this weekend, though i’d be lucky if i get to read even one measly chapter of THE BOOK at home, uninterrupted.
would anyone know of a Muggle Child Repelling Jinx i could use on He-Who-Must-Not-Bug-Anyone-Else-But-Mummy?
the other day, i was alone with him in the house, and left him to his own devices for a mere few minutes while i had a quick bath.
and then it had to happen, what you always hear about but scoff at. that rite of passage. what every child would do sooner or later, like something that’s in-built in their DNAs. something they do by instinct, like a spider spinning a web.
yes, he had indeed found the crayons i’d stashed away in some drawer, and had merrily created works of ‘beautiful’ scribbly art along the walls, from his playroom to the study room, and not to forget, the floors, the doors, and that white, white wardrobe of his.
needless to say, i almost lobbed off his ears the vincent van gogh way, but did an edvard munch scream instead!
in my stupefied frame of mind, i tried wiping them off with a wet towel. of course, THAT didn’t work, duh. they’re crayons, for heaven’s sake! in maroon, no less!
in between my vigorous yet futile wiping, i reprimanded him for his unbridled ‘creativity’, and he scuttled off to what is now christened the Naughty Corner in his playroom, where i gave a guilty and remorseful-looking him a sharp stare for a good sixty seconds (or more, i didn’t count – how long would supernanny give for a 19-month-old toddler, anyway?).
later, the Husband called and gave me the solution to the problem, which i had totally forgotten about.
see, many many months ago, when the bub was still a little baby and the idea of him manipulating a piece of crayon to damaging effects was a far-fetched one, i’d asked my cousin sham, how the heck she managed to keep her house superfreaky neat and pristine white despite having not one, but FOUR little tornadoes running around, potentially creating much havoc. then she got all excited as she gushed about this… MAGIC SPONGE that she discovered, which apparently wipes clean all evidence of dirt and grime and yes, crayon on walls. so she cut me a wedge, and i’d stowed it away in the kitchen cupboard, not finding any need for it… well, till now, that is.
and BY GOLLY MISS MOLLY, IT DID WORK! SUPERFREAKY MUCH!
so here i am, about to extol this wondrous piece of domestic item that every household must absolutely have! :D
immediately after i’d ‘erased’ all his works of art, we went out to ntuc and armed ourselves with more of the stuff. you know… just in case. hehe.
i was told there are a few brands, but i think this is the one that was given to me. (betul tak, sham?)
to prove that we got it right, and that wedge of Magic Sponge which was given to us was not ‘blessed’ by a tok guru or cast with a spell by the wizards of hogswart, we set up an ‘experiment’ by recreating a small-scale version of the devastating scenario that took place earlier that day.
we cut up a brand new wedge…
and did the do.
or rather, as aniq would say it, “TADA!”
and at the risk of confusing our child with conflicting signals as to whether he is allowed or forbidden to draw on the walls with crayons, we have dramatised this video to further demonstrate the power of this Magic Sponge.
(*the following is a re-enactment. any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. please note that the persons in this scene are amateur actors with little or no screen experience in front of the camera.)
unfortunately, this is yet another unsponsored post. it would be nice though to have a one-year’s supply of the Magic Sponge. (heck, we don’t even know the name of the brand coz it’s written in japanese.)
so… would you like marker pens now, little one?
kidding! you do this again, i will panggang your diapered butt.
i don’t know how many times he’s had a haircut. countless! looks like he’s gotten used to it by now, ready to climb the chair by himself and all, sitting still and not flinching while the shaver does its thang, only occasionally looking round to look at the hairdresser.
i think the last time, we went to the sri nada barber at century square, where the pakcik did a pretty good job. sometimes we go to the kiddy barber at parkway, with varied results.
this time, the cut looks a bit weird. his daddy thinks he looks like an ‘anak orang iban’ now.
something triggered the decision last week when i was reading the zero to three journal at work.
that’s it, i thought, i’m sending him to school.
well, PLAYschool, anyway. or what you’d call, sekolah makan. :D
i guess i could write many paragraphs here about how i believe in early childhood education, but i’m not trained in the field and i can only speak of what i’m exposed to in my course of work. but what i DO know is, our preschool education system has changed so much since the time we were chucked into those p/a/p kindergartens with the blue uniform, being drilled our ABCs and 123s by the ah-soh teachers. the emphasis has changed over time, and there are so many great programmes out there to choose from. no more just a sekolah makan now, ok! so yeah, i’m sold to the idea of preschool.
i did ask myself if 19 months is too young for school. so i asked around and did a bit of research.
“…it’s important for parents to consider their child’s developmental level and temperament. “How social is their child? Do they enjoy approaching new people or are they shy around strangers and take time to warm up? Does their child tolerate changes? Are they adaptable?”
and as much as i feel children should enjoy their childhood, yada yada, i also feel that they can do so much more effectively in a stimulating environment, with interactive activities (ie. less tv!), surrounded by other children and adults.
i’m not putting him in full day childcare for now, as long as my mum is willing and able to look after him. i thought an introduction to a few hours of playgroup everyday would be a good start.
and since dadam’s already in the same playgroup, i was sure he’d have no trouble with being left there for a bit.
since i was at home today, i thought i’d check out the place myself, since i’d only heard about it from dadam and never seen it before.
i was right, he liked it all right. as soon as we set foot into the place, the little one made a beeline for the table with the toys, grinned into the faces of the other kids, and settled himself right in.
he jumped and danced and sat along with the rest of the adorable kids in the group without any cajoling, it was quite funny actually hehee.
he barely looked around for me (don’t think he even noticed i was there), and he didn’t even want to leave!
for all you gwen fans who will be thrashing around in the concert moshpit (haha moshpit sey!) come august…
JEALOUS MUCH, CAN?!
did she kentut her baby out of that body? did she get a wizard from hogwarts to erase all traces of stretchmarks on that belly? is she secretly a character in Heroes with the superpower ability to look dropdead dripping hot while casually carrying a baby? if not, who is her personal trainer? i want names, NOW! (or at least, tell me where to get that skirt, ouuhh…)
cis. lucky i’m not going to see her. wait i throw plastic mineral water bottle at her how?
ok ok, i’m not that evul. wait kena jail, cannot blog.
eh, what am i saying, i’m not even going to her concert!
now i shall show you a mak buyong celeb gone wrong instead, to make myself (and you) feel better.
can you guess who THIS is?
no no, this is not your typical supersize american housewife going to the nearest suburban mall to buy a dozen boxes of krispy kremes. she is in fact a famous young pop opera (?) singer, who was not too long ago a sweet, innocent child of 12 years old with a number one selling album on the british classical charts. oh, and she was also the world’s top 10 naturally beautiful people, according to some dodgy online poll.
maaaaybe she’ll need the name of gwen’s personal trainer more.
*looks down at wrinkly navel and saggy pouch, forever damaged by one aniq izhan*
due to lack of viable babysitting arrangements and bad parenting (ha ha), you can now add another ‘cartoon’ to that list of yours which already includes x-men and superman, babe.
this time, though, you can walk (or sneak) into the cinema yourself.
our ‘rombongan’ occupied two and a half rows, thanks to your unty esah who booked the seats waaay in advance. (well ok, two days ago.)
since there was an extra seat in our row, we plopped you on a booster seat, where you munched on your snacks, goggle-eyed.
you generally behaved, as we’d thought, only occasionally climbing down during the less explosive bits to escape to the aisle, which was barricaded by uncle fadz’s legs, and badgering unty rini and uncle naz sitting in front for their popcorn, which kept you quite busy hehe.
otherwise, you sat, TRANSfixed, as the helicopters and planes and cars went berserk on screen (which i tried, and failed miserably, to shield your eyes from – you kept swiping my hands away, grrr~), and ended up perched on my lap, waving your arms and fists at the screen (as unty esah said, “dengan muka-muka sekali!”) as thunderous shots were fired and orange flames burst to monstrous effect.
alamak, this show, SO GUY lor. testosterone overdrive habis.
so, what do you think of the autobots?
well, you nodded off two-thirds into the show (as you did all the other movies), so perhaps you were only mildly impressed by them.
then again, it WAS your bed-time!
mummy and daddy thought the storyline was kinda, well… lame. alah, macam frodo protecting and running away with the ring from the dark lord of mordor to save middle-earth gitu. (that witwicky fella pon cute and kecik macam frodo jugak.) daddy thinks the ol’ skool cartoons had more heart. mummy, well, she never bothered with boy stuff back then, she was more into smurfs and gummi bears, so she went in with pretty much zero expectation. :p
in any case, we reckon hasbro did a damn good job at creating a dizzying hype and emptying the pockets of a sentimental generation who grew up on the cartoon on tv and can now afford to buy themselves the slew of toys and collectibles, manufactured in conjunction with the movie.
and kudos to the special effects people for making my head spin from trying to figure out (and failing miserably, again) how the massive, gangly, apes of steel can turn into cute, compact little vehicles in mere seconds. (and also, how alien robots always end up in america, speaking english and trying to save the human race, and how the american air force and army ALWAYS win in heroic battles between good vs evul. sekali sekali kalah tak boleh ke?)
we hope that the movie will not cause much detriment to your fragile young psyche. violence is bad, ok? cannot fight fight, shoot shoot like that, you know?
and no, that small yellow car you pointed to at the carpark when you woke up after the show, that was NOT Bumblebee.
ps: friday night, and the place, ie. orchard cineleisure, was packed with youths, ie. young people, and made us, ie. your parents, feel old-ish coz we were the only one with a babe in arms. or at least, like wayward teens with an out-of-wedlock child, boohoo! :D