somehow, baa baa black sheep has associated itself with a carefree big bad wolf, and doe, a deer, induces much emotion.
Archive for the “Antics” Categoryauni dancing to vampire weekend’s giving up the gun. enjoy your long (vampire) weekend!!
Jul
29
2010
Auni The StorytellerPosted by hana in Antics, Aunispeak, Family, Home, Parenthood, tags: auni(a little note: about the part on the rattlesnake, coincidentally, an episode of The Pink Panther was shown after we’d read this a few times together, where the panther accidentally stole a basket containing a baby instead of food during a picnic scene and in an effort to pacify the said baby, now crying, he’d removed the end of the rattlesnake’s tail to give to the baby as a rattle, and i guess this left such an impression with the kids that they associate it with this particular rattlesnake every time.) (also, another note: they will inevitably ask the same question in every story with illustrations – “where’s the daddy/mummy/baby?” not sure why but there’s always a concern for the whereabouts of a missing family member in the story.) no! i most certainly did NOT teach her how to apply cosmetics! i swear! it is all mimicry! in any case, she seems to have a knack at lipglossing sans mirror, just like me. won’t be long before she too can do it WHILE driving. it’s, err, genetic. *no alien figurines were harmed during the filming of this video. her brother’s speech and drama assignment for Literary Week. he’d chosen the pig character in The Big Pancake for some reason. (this from the boy who went on ’stage’ during said speech and drama presentation and declared “my dream pet is a dog”.) the makeshift pig’s snout had unfortunately disintegrated by now. mummy’s obviously not too great at art & craft. was chatting with aniq over chicken nuggets and fries about what mummy did yesterday with her friends while he and his sister were with their daddy. M: “oh, i went to watch a movie.” (and so the conversation meandered to a topic we’ve visited a few times before.) A: “mummy, why boy and girl must marry?” (now we know why our parents always tell us this – they didn’t know how to explain ha ha.) A: “i want to marry you lah.” (this, the mysterious batrisyah from his classroom. her name seems to crop up like a regular cast in a tv series.) M: “you sure she likes you?” ahh, such is the conviction of a 4-year-old. (and to think Mr Big took 10 years to figure it out and finally marry Carrie.) i love these mini supermarket trolleys that cold storage provides little shoppers with. navigating the thing kept them busy, and they were more than happy to push around the items we dumped in. family-friendly supermarkets ftw! Two-year-olds are likely to: well, we’re right on track, then. from primping girl to domestic goddess! dressing up: making up: pinkberry-ing: mothering: um, diapering?: cooking: the thing with siblings, they can get pretty competitive, and i think even more so if their age gap is close. one of our tricks to make them do something is to turn it into a competition. most times it works. another thing we like to do is go “who wants to [fill in activity]?” eg. “who wants to eat ice-cream?” (“ME!”) or “who wants to go swimming?” (“ME!”) etc. the daddy thinks sometimes they don’t even hear what he’s suggesting, they simply go “ME!” coz they don’t want to lose out. so he tried an experiment by garbling his words. “who wants to grgmmbfyabbayabbabla?” “ME!!” for the purpose of this photo exercise, i’d asked “who wants to eat popcorn later?”. guess the answer. i don’t know how they can be so chipper in the morning. they came back late from a party last night (bad parenting, as usual), yet here they are, all ready to take on the world the next morning… while we adults are cursing away the monday blues. and i better remember my popcorn promise later in the evening. now, who’s going to have a great week ahead? i didn’t realise the daddy twitpic-ed this. been trying to capture her in this position for some time, without success. i don’t know why, it just tickles my mommy funny-bone, the way she lies on her “stummy” (her brother’s word for stomach+tummy) with her hands squishing her cheeks.
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