swimmingly well

I should probably have a cheesy song title about sunshine or something

January 18, 2011

I woke up yesterday morning to a bright sunshiney day and decided to drag my sister and the kids to Sentosa for a bit of good old Vitamin D. It’s been raining so much I actually dreamt that the weather forecast for Singapore had dipped to a low of 17 degrees and Twitter was going crazy with news that we were going to have actual winter next. But I woke up and it was hot again, so up went my dreams in flames.

But I’m not complaining because over in Siberia, I hear they’re dreaming of weather like ours just so they can go for a tan at the beach. If you’re in Siberia, good luck with that.

As usual, Kirsten was in her supercool alien outfit, this time with sunglasses to complete the look.

Apparently, being in water helps to clear her constipation because after not pooping for 2 days, she finally decided to do the number 2 right in her swimsuit. Good thing it was skintight so it was all contained around her thighs and ass. I only found out when I brought her to shower, where there was a lot of eww-ing and oh gross-ing that ensued.

On retrospect, that was probably why Tru was trying to help her shower during the water play session. He kept pouring water over her head and telling her to hold still, as Kirsten stood there obediently. He was all “mei mei needs to bathe” and I kept saying it’s ok, she would only bathe after we were done. Maybe the smell was so bad he had to do it himself.

The best part about having non-schooling kids is that we get to bring them to Sentosa on a school day and have the place all to ourselves. Even over at Resorts World, it was relatively quiet with just a handful of tourists, which almost made me want to pop into Universal again. I’m such a total theme park junkie. If I do end up getting the annual passes, I’d be there every week.

Now that I’m waiting for a place for them in playgroup, I’m actually even contemplating homeschooling them for the year because it’s been so much fun having them at home with me these past 2 weeks. I’m going to put together a curriculum that allows us to take our studying to the beach or the mall. More on that soon.

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coolest kids ever

Sometimes this boy makes me swoon

January 14, 2011

As we were heading down to the playground yesterday, Tru dug out his guitar from the toy box and informed me that he was bringing it along. “I need to play the guitar,” he insisted. I was all “you’re going to do all your climbing stuff and I’ll end up lugging it around on top of chasing after the both of you.”

“Truett will hold” he said matter of factly, before dashing out of the door.

When we got there, he found himself a nice spot, sat down and started singing Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours. The guitar was off key but he strummed it like it was a Fender.

That right there made me swoon like a 14-year-old schoolgirl. As did the group of the 14-year-old schoolgirls sitting nearby.

Baby girl watched him like it was the most awesome performance of her life. That’s probably why Tru always says he wants another baby sister instead of a brother. Baby sisters are easy to impress, like “wow you’re so cool and amazing” but baby brothers are more “give me that, MY TURN!!”

He played for all of 5 minutes and true enough, he chucked it to me and said “mommy hold”, then ran off to climb stuff. Which of course Kirsten followed to a T. I’ve long since given up telling her to not climb because she’s too small, because it makes her want to do it even more.

So I let her and most of the time, I end up getting nagged at by other well-meaning parents who tell me I shouldn’t put her in such grave danger.

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kids in motion, stuff best described as not safe for parents

Toddlers: more dangerous than you think

January 13, 2011

At some point in your life, you’re probably going to encounter this specimen of small humans called toddlers and you probably won’t know what to do with them. They seem small and powerless but they have some mysterious hold over much bigger humans. They’re known to make grown-ups pander to their every whim and fancy, dictate behavior by screams and get treated like royalty.

Experts are just starting to discover their source of power and how they reel in their victims. The most common is this four-step technique.

Step #1: They will try to fool you with their cuteness, like flash you those chubby cheeks and juicy thighs to make you swoon.

Step #2: They will trick you with their speed. Those lumbering movements may seem slow and uncoordinated but they’re surprisingly quick.

Step #3: They will try to distract you with their grin and their gay apparel. The moment you go “ooh so adorable”, you’re toddler meat.

Step #4: By the time they get close enough, there’s no chance of escape.

The next time you see one of these running towards you like this, RUN AND DON’T LOOK BACK. Save yourselves before it’s too late.

Unless it’s already too late for you, then welcome to the club, I guess. Being a slave to a tiny person ain’t so bad.

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