WH recently learned how to climb up the bed from the side that we put on the safe rail. Here are 2 monkeys busying climbing up and down the bed.
Cheeky JS teasing WH with a candy. Taken at Taka while me busy shopping cloths for myself.
Last night, dinner time at home. All of us, including JS were sitted at the dining table for our dinner, we left the TV on, tuned to CH63 – Stanley. Hubby and me were eating and chatting, JS eating and watching TV, then
JS: What’s the king’s name?
ME: *thought she asked about the TV character, gave the TV a glance. No King in sight* Don’t know
JS: Daddy, what’s the king’s name?
Hubby: Don’t know
JS: The king’s name is AGONG lah…haiye…like that also don’t know. *LTROF*
Last night, got the maid to massage me in her room.
JS: Massage shop. I can come in or not?
JS: What’s the name of your massage shop?
ME: Kakak massage shop
JS: I want a massage also
ME & Maid : Have to wait for your turn
JS: OK. I wait. *after a few second* Kakak, can massage me already or not.
ME: mummy not finish yet
JS: Quick lah. I cannot tahan already. Sakit lah. Pain lah
Maid: Why pain
JS: Because I “bao bao” didi alot. I carry him and walk walk walk until my shoulder so pain.
ME: Mummy’s the last customer. You come back tomorrow lah.
JS: No. Have to massage me first. I’m the last customer.
Maid: OK, wait
JS did get her massage finally. She loves imaginary role play and we are just happy to play along.
Got JS settle for bed, it was way past 11pm and the next day will be first day of school. She still look very alert and refused to sleep. Hubby was watching TV outside, munching chips. JS finding excuses to go out.
JS: Mummy, I want to go say goodnight to daddy
After a while, she never return to the room.
JS came to me, with a sorry and sad look
JS: Mummy, see, daddy give me eat chips. ( She said it in a way like she has been forced to it)
Later hubby told me that she has looked at him with this eagerness to eat in her eyes, but she never ask. But when hubby offers it to her, she never reject as well. That’s my cunning little girl.
Besides making me angry, my girl can really make me laugh as well. I love her as much as I love WH. But these past two weeks, I seldom show my love and affetionate to her. There were less kisses, hugging, cuddling and silly play. It has been replace with more stern, firm and angry face, alot of nagging and lecturing because there were alot of things she does that makes me mad and I just want to show her that certain things she does and behaves is out of tolerance and improper. Eventhough I always angry with her, but she’s constantly reminding me how much she loves me. She would tell me over and over again, many times a day “Mummy, I love you”. Hope we can get over this phase soon and I want to show her more physical love instead of nagging and scolding.
Went to the clinic for the maid’s medical checkup.
JS: Why kakak have to come here?
ME: For medical checkup to renew her work permit
JS: Why need work permit?
ME: If not kakak cannot work with us and must go home, else policeman will catch.
JS: I don’t want kakak to go back Indonesia. Kakak is my friend (Though she always bullies and talk rude to the maid)
While the maid has gone to the doctor’s room. JS kept asking for her, as though she would never return once enter the doc’s room
Every night before JS close her eyes to sleep, she would sprang up and ask me
“Mummy, have you lock all the doors?”
It has been weeks she repeated that. I don’t know why.
Once we were back home from our outing, we would changed into our home cloths. JS being observant, will also request to be changed.
She can now differenciate between uniforms, pyjamas, at home shirt (that’s what she calls it) and go out shirt.
“Mum, please change for me to at home shirt!” (Yes, she has started to call me MUM and hubby DAD…feel that she’s talking in such a grown up way. I don’t really like it. She must have learned from TV. I prefer her calling me Mummy)
Observant or Vain?
“Mummy/Kakak, why you always wear the same shirt to go out?”
“Not nice lah…change another one!”
The other day MIL came over. First thing JS said was
“Ah Mah, why every time you come Lavender, you wear the same shirt?” “Wear another shirt lah!”
Indeed MIL wears the same shirt every time she travels on a public transport, a not so flashy and old shirt as she does not want to attract too much “attention”.
A forwarded mail. Thought it’s funny
Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?
Answer: Princess Diana’s death.Question: How come?
An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling) followed closely by Italian Paparazzi on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines.
This message is originally from an African, using Bill Gates’s – (an American) technology and you’re probably reading this on your computer, that uses Taiwanese chips and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen and trucked to you by Mexicans and now being read by a Malaysian who should be working instead!
THAT MY FRIENDS, IS GLOBALIZATION!
Saturday night went shopping at Jusco, bought JS a new denim jacket. She loves it so much and refuse to take it down.
Next day went outing, let her wear it again. But as kepala angin as she always does, she doesn’t like it anymore.
JS: Mummy, why you buy this jacket for me
ME: Nice what..
JS: I don’t want lah
ME: You ask daddy and kakak nice or not
JS: Daddy, daddy, my jacket nice or not?
JS: (not sastify..turn around to the maid) Kaaaak….ini jatkut nice or not?
Wonder how she translate the word jacket to jatkut…. make us LTROF. Eventhough the maid speaks english to the kids, but ever since JS started school, very often I heard her saying a word or two in Malay to the maid. Eg air tumpah, pecah, patah, bb kencing, hujan, marah, bola, berak, susu are common words she used.
My girl was doing some painting the other afternoon, my boy also wanted to copy his sister. Instead of my usual “NO” .. I let him had a little fun. Here’s a little happy face after attempting on his first painting.