love note, originally uploaded by izadd.

she wanted to leave her brother a note in the morning when he wakes up, so i spelled, and she wrote.

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what am i, A FACEBOOK PAGE?!

that’s it missy, NO MORE CAKE for you until you say you LOVE your mummy. >:(

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(reading a book with picture of a unicycle.)

M: “this is a unicycle, it’s got only one wheel.”
Girl: “like a tricycle has three wheels? and bicycle has two wheels?”
M: “yes, and a unicycle has one wheel.”
G: “like unicorn?”
M: “yesss, a unicorn has one horn. so you know what has two horns?”
G: *thinks*
M: “A BICORN! you donno?!?”
G: “HAHAHAHA! mummy so funny.”

#unicornyjokeoftheday
#onlymykidsgetme

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sitting by, witnessing her brother’s ejaan practice in progress:

M: “hinggap.”
G: “like tingkap!”
M: “no, tingkap tu window. hinggap.”
G: “like hiccup! *hic, hic*”
M: “noooo… HINGGAP! like a bird perching on a branch!” (I don’t even know why I bother.)

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Ballerina auni, originally uploaded by izadd.

love how pliable their young bodies are… that posture!

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“can we go out nowwww?”
“go where?”
“i don’t know, shopping or what-ever.”

SHOPPING OR WHAT-EVER! is she 4 or 14?!

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off to school and work we go.

(no Post cereal today but scrambled eggs. and a hideous hairband i’ve been trying to hide from the girl with little success. oh well.)

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calendar girl strikes again.

everybody, now!

(oh, what a poor little girl will do for another slice of bread.)

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“pretty dress!” she’d approve as she feels a long-forgotten piece of garment I’d hung up to wear.

“pretty shoes!” she’d exclaim before I leave the house, uncertain of my choice.

“pretty fingers!” she’d say admiringly of my hastily self-manicured pink nails.

“but you so skinny!” he’d say when I refused their ice-cream, clutching my guilty tummy.

anybody wants to hire my kids to boost their self-esteem…?

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“you cannot ngaji right?” he asked, looking at my pink nails.

“I’m having my period.” I explained.

“What time? Is it like Malay period like that?”

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“what is ‘rotan’ in english?” asked the boy, referring to the offending item we’d recently acquired in our continuous quest for effective parenting methods.

“cane,” I said.

“oh, cane.” he asked.

“like Barbie married, that one!” piped the eavesdropping sister in the room.

“itu KEN lah.”

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curious little horticulturists poking away at mimosa leaves.

(mummy keeping her pink nails clean thankyouverymuch.)

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Me: *eating an orange* “auni, what is manis?”
A: “sweet!”
M: “good. masam tu apa?”
A: “i think… sour?”
M: “pandai. besar maknanya?”
A: “big.”
M: “kecil?”
A: *looks uncertain*
M: “kecil… or kecik… you know.. *demonstrates tiny space between index finger and thumb* KE-CIK… although the correct word is KE-CIL…”
A: “small! *thinks* how about juuust right?” *indicates some random height with her hand*
M: “just right? oh, SEDERHANA.” (for lack of better word – IS there a better word?? at this point, even i am suspicious of myself because this sounds more like it means ‘average’. i mean, i don’t imagine Goldilocks exclaiming “sederhanaaa sahaja!” with the same amount and tone of enthusiasm at Baby Bear’s porridge/chair/bed.)
G: “like NURHANA?”

well, I suppose you could say, ‘average’ IS my middle name…. -_-

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(overheard at 10.11 PM…)

“DADDY, can i do my homewooooork??”

what the…..

(i am ashamed to say, she has turned into an activity-slash-assessment-book fiend, despite my worst efforts. yes, i have turned to The Dark Side. in moments of weakness. at Popular bookstore, the axis of evil…)

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the little bit of time we have at night after her brother has gone to bed, i become her playmate…

Yoga Barbie does a downward dog.

(ok, so it’s actually Ballerina Barbie.)

the girl got a bit creative with pseudo-Yoga Barbie, taking her to my bed railing, hooked her feet upside down and declared with the full seriousness of a preschool-going yoga instructor: “this is Bat Pose”. erm.

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a bit of entertainment during our ice-cream….

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thankfully, we he survived his first week of spelling.

i was initially apprehensive when i saw his spelling list (twice a week, starting from the third week). they went straight into long vowels, double letter words, and past tense. how delightful.

i turned ‘a-n-i/m.a.l.s’ into a catchy rhyme. i bribed him with a kiss for every correct word. i barked “LONG VOWEL E, ‘E-A’!” probably a hundred times. i promised a scream at his sister every time he got the word ‘screamed’ right. (hey don’t judge, it worked.) his daddy and oma too took turns to – shall i say it? – *drill* him. yes, the dreaded drilling has (sadly) begun….

gladly, his ejaan (once a week, phew) was slightly less stressful. i was more amused by the stickers than the fact that he got them all correct. the stickers say “Teruskan” and “Menakjubkan”. indeed. :D

atrocious handwriting aside, i think he did ok. we asked if he copied. he assured us he didn’t. because everyone did this: *demonstrates hunching over with arm covering book*.

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meanwhile:

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