Boys And Girls II

Boys: like building blocks, anything with wheels, bouncey balls, Transformers

Girls: like flinging building blocks around, anything with wheels, bouncey balls, whatever gor gor is holding

Boys: major OCD for anything out of their rightful place in the universe and cleanliness

Girls: major compulsion for shifting things out of their place in the universe (see Building Blocks) and enjoys picking random dirt particles on the floor for personal consumption

Boys: indifferent to being styled or looking like a homeless hobo

Girls: enjoys the odd ribbon or hairband on their head for a few seconds before going bald from yanking said ribbon/hairband/rubber band out of their hair

Boys: indifferent to wearing sandals, slippers or covered shoes

Girls: admires the pretty pink shoes on their feet for a few minutes before dismembering said pretty pink shoes on a  long car journey (and irritating the hell out of mum who needs to put them on again when desired destination is reached). Decidedly has a shoe fetish.

Boys: loves their broccoli, salmon skin, fried rice and all junk food. Loathes ice cream and durian for some strange reason.

Girls: gets fishy breath from eating beloved fish porridge and spits out all traces of minced pork before the discovery of soya sauce. Does not mind durian or stinky dried crispy cuttlefish *shudder*

Boys: as good natured and easy-going as they come

Girls: scream their lungs out when they do not get their way

Same same but different...

Ferragamo or Melissa?

Scholl!

Where did my shoes go??

Neh mind, I play fire engine instead.

Indifferent to looking like a ge tai singer

Indifferent to looking like a typhoon-blown mad man

Few seconds before she yanks them off

Budding engineer

The flower should be bigger mummy!

 Obey my wishes or die!

Happy cheery chap

Walking Home

The time has come.

Time for the toddler to leave the confines of mama's baby carrier and be hoisted instead into the now-very-squashy embrace of the baby seat in her chariot when going home.

Very drama hor? The paragraph on top just means that I have given up on lugging a 12.3kg toddler who would insist on flailing her limbs around on a crowded bus while being strapped infront of mummy who by the way is also lugging at least 5kg worth of dinner home.

K is honestly getting too heavy and 'long' for me to manage alone on the 3 bus-stop journey home so papa will be taking over bring-home duties, who is better equiped with 4 big wheels instead of mummy's bipeds.

Huge relief...my knees can finally stop aching due to the combined weight of baby and tingkat. Yet at the same time, feeling kinda wistful for by-gone days where I can sing and talk to her on the way home (on foot) and not risk being piaked on the face by 'octopus' arms (to Ms Tiyo, this particular type of arms seems to be a common affliction in HG too!)