Ysy: *snoooooooooore* (volume dependent on level of tiredness, fan / air con being used, and sleeping position)
T: alternates between mutters, whines and talking out loud, depending on how over-stimulated he was that day. Throw in generous dashes of teeth grinding and snores as well
K: "zhook zhook zhook" as she sucks her little thumb hard, even in sleep
Me: how would I know???
Ms K got upgraded to toddler bed status today and the novelty hasn't worn off just yet.
So now instead of being confined to the cot until mummy/papa rides to the rescue, she has the new found freedom of hoping on and off (on and off, on and off, on and off x a bazilion times) her bed.
I can't help but compare today to the 1st time T got upgraded to (the same) toddler bed. With T, it was just a matter of putting him to bed, saying good night and we're done with bedtime.
With K, she's been reprimanded the 2 times she is supposed to go down for nap and bedtime. Possibly cos gor gor is bunking in with her to get air con and she's egged on to "communicate" with him but ah doi...
I most certainly hope she doesnt go wondering ard the upper level on her own or even worse, tumble down the stairs while the rest of us are sleeping. That would be one heck of a buah duku!
Boys: Potty trained after a few false starts and more than a few bottles of floor detergent. Took a couple of months before our mop could get a good day's rest. Still wearing diapers at night at age 5 and mum despaired at finding diapers his size
Girls: Potty training in progress but started earlier than her gor and with little resistance. The mop is shaking its (imaginary) legs after one or two accidents and the little trainee knows when to yell when she needs to go. Currently at Chapter Pooing On The Throne.
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Boys: Happy to run all over the house when they were young (er) and squirms when u hug them. Can't be bothered to hold your hands outside.
Girls: Loves holding hands with u and being squashed in teddy bear hugs. Lives for climbing onto your laps and reading books with u.
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Boys: Hell-bent on disturbing/irritating their sisters.
Girls: Runs to mama/ papa to complain abt gor gor's misdeeds (mild improvement over bitting or hitting back at him)
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Boys: treat toys as inanimate objects to be played with. Fully trained in piecing 8-piece jigsaw puzzles together by 2.5YO
Girls: "Dorr-dorr (doll doll) u wake up already?" Have no idea how to make one piece of jigsaw click with the joints of another piece at almost 3YO *guilty*
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Boys: Indifferent to being permitted to eat snacks and scampers away if u tell them no.
Girls: Lives for food and goes ballistic if something or someone stands between her and food. Once known to eat her way through pineapple tarts, hae bee hiam, yu sheng, steamboat food, baby snacks and biscuits at a recent CNY gathering at a friend's place. Astonished the heck out of a seasoned mummy at how much she eats..
Dreams As A Young & Naive Young Girl
1. To wine and dine at the top of the Empire State Building with the man that I love and toasting each other with bubbly, dressed in a slinky black dinner gown (Godzilla and King Kong not invited)
2. Sitting in front of the fireplace with my loved one, wrapped up in furry rugs to keep warm
3. White-water rafting in New Zealand.
4. Going on a hot-air balloon ride over Cairns (that was the only place i know which had hot air balloons at that time...)
5. Spending a white Xmas, filled with snow and Santa Claus and reindeer
Of the above dreams, I guess I have sort of achieved 4 and 5. Close, but not 100%. Dreams Version 2.0 now are made up of:
1. Having a quiet meal alone, without the screams of obstinate, picky little girls and chatty little boys. Next best alternative is have a relatively peaceful meal where the little ones behave properly and not does not turn the eating place into a war zone.
2. Being able to sit down on the sofa for more than 15 minutes peacefully with all my chores completed and the kids do not start fighting.
3. Getting back my personal time when the kids grow up and I am no longer at their beck and call to clean poopy diapers or packing school snacks or break up fights or losing my temper
Not surprisingly, reality has bitten really hard after having kids and for now, I don't belong to me; I belong to servitude....
So the firstborn embarked on his formal education life this week, with much apprehension on the part of his parents (or his mother at least..).
It's safe to say that we have grown pretty comfy in the daily routine of sending the 2 Hougang kids to childcare and having to adapt to an entirely new routine is pretty hard on his ma. While all his meals are taken in the cc and he is pretty much trained to pack his own cc stuff, I now have to figure what to pack for his snack time in school and ensure that he packs the correct stuff foe lesson. There's also having to recalibrate what time the alarm goes off each morning and what time to haul ass out of the house in order not to be late.
Having said that, it's kinda emotional to see my little boy growing up so fast and being able to independently march into school. I used to wish that the kids will grow up soon so that I can get a life of my own back. One that does not involve refereeing fighting siblings (still stuck doing that unfortunately!) or having to worry about their eating, sleeping and general schedules (also still stuck there!).
Rounding off this entry with the 3 pictures taken of T going to school. The school has a strict no photo-taking-within-school-compound policy so no pictures of him in action at school except one sneaked picture of him on the way back from recess.
