One whole month with no updates! Hmm...my longest MIA to-date since I started this blog 6 years ago. . Have been super busy with 2 business trips to Bangkok. And for the one week gap between the 2 trips, hubby got hospitalised for dengue! Luckily he's ok now.
Better write down these "Backside Stories" before I forget :-)
Erin’s Backside Story
These days, Erin has a bad habit of holding her pee for too
long. And at the last moment, she does a funny wiggle while declaring “pee pee
want tome (come) out” !!!
The lead time between that declaration and when the pee
comes out is really very short. There were a couple of pee incidents and her
Erin [in a sad voice, complete with sad pout] : My back
chide yaugthy today. (my backside naughty today)
On another day :
Erin : My back chide yaugthy again. I want to CHANGE back
LOL! I just couldn't help laughing!
Elyssa’s Backside Story
Out of the blue, we had this conversation -
Elyssa :mummy, I see
your backside before.
Me : nod head
Elyssa : has daddy seen your backside?
Me :( thinking how
Elyssa : HARRRRR ????? (while laughing out loudly) Daddy see your backside before?? Naughty daddy!!! Boys cannot see girls backside!
Unless they are kids.Daddy can see my backside cos I’m still a kid. But you are not a kid. Naugthy daddy!
No backside photos, but here's a recent photo. (side track a bit : I love the way they have their arms around each other)
Few months ago, hubby and 2 of his friends were chatting
casually over whatsapps in the wee hours of the morning when he heard a plane
en route to China disappeared. He typed “I hope you wife is not on that
flight?” but it was followed by a worrying silence from that friend.
I woke up that morning with hubby’s phone call (he went out
early to get water basins cos of water rationing)frantically telling me she was indeed on that
flight.We heaved a sigh of relief when
we heard about the emergency landing in Nanjing. But that was untrue and it
turned out to be the beginning of hours, then days, then weeks of the whole
saga – and feelings of pain, hope, despair, anger, bewilderment, hope against
hope, disbelief, over and over again. We followed the event very closely, glued
to our tablets to get the latest information.
Not only was she the wife of hubby’s friend, she was also
the mummy of Elyssa’s best friend.Both
girls hit it off since they started kindy at 4yo and have remained best of
friends till now. The girls also meet outside school cos in the past year, our
families (together with others),have
celebrated housewarming, Christmas, birthday and bbq parties at each other’s
homes. Plus the neighbourhood and school
events that we attend together.
I cried and cried thinking of the little girl and her elder
brother.Far too young to be deprived of
their mummy’s loveL
I cried when Elyssa came home with nicely tied hair few
weeks after that incident. Why?Cos
there was no mummy to tie her best friend’s hair.(their teacher tied for the little girl.Then tied hair for some of the others so that
she didn’t feel singled out)
I can’t help looking at the playground near my house without
thinking that not too long ago, Elyssa and Erin played happily with Elyssa’s
best friend and her brother, while hubby and I chatted with their mummy. We
talked about badminton rackets, bicycles and don’t know what
else. It was just an ordinary event on an ordinary day.
Or so we thought.I never imagined that it would be our last
conversation together. And that it would be the last time I see the 2 kids at the
playground with their mummy.
5 months on, I still think about MH370 often. Sometimes a
little guilty that my life goes on as normal but for families of those on
board, their lives will never ever be the same again.
The one thing that I keep telling myself these days is
“don’t sweat the small stuff”.Cos
often, the things I complain and rant and get myself worked up are really
nothing at all, when considered in the bigger scheme of things.
May those who perished in MH370 and MH17 rest in peace. And may their families have the strength and faith to carry on with their lives.
We finally tried Rainbow Loom recently. Pretty fun actually. Thumbs up to the Malaysian born designer!
Elyssa received a set for her 6th birthday but for some strange, strange reason we just couldn't find it despite searching through the entire house. Waited for a few months hoping it'll re-surface but it never did. Bummer.
So I bought a new set from the newly opened Spotlight store at Ampang Point. (side track a bit - I super LOVE that store. I went gaga during their opening sale!)
Elyssa was so excited when I got the loom home-
Looping the bracelet
She can now make the simpler designs on her own
(but I help out at the beginning and the last bit of attaching the c-clip)
Tada.... started off with the "Single Loop" bracelet
Then proceeded to the "Fish Tail" bracelet
"Star Burst" bracelet
This one I did on my own. Took me 3 attempts before I got it right! So there I was sitting on my bed struggling with the loom, when I tot - eh, is this loom for Elyssa or for me?? hehe.
Both girls love wearing their bracelets, sometimes a few on one hand. Erin likes to wear it as an anklet too. Wonder how long this craze will last!
These days, Elyssa likes to say stuff like :“I WISH I have a frozen doll”,“I WISH I can go to Genting”.“I wish this ……”I wish I that…..”
Cos she knows if she starts it with “I WANT …….”then mummy starts talking about “you cannot have everything you want, mummy daddy works hard for the money, some children don’t even have a portion of what you have bla bla bla”
I tried this lecture once when she said “I WISH …..” and her immediate response was “ but Mummy, I just said I WISH, I didn’t say I WANT.Its something I wish I can have only but it doesn’t mean I want you to buy for me”and she said it with a sweet smile.
Oh boy, oh boy!I just couldn’t help smiling.She found a way to tell me what she actually wants without actually saying she it!
And her strategy kinda worked. I just bought a Frozen Elsa doll online
for her last night cos I know how much she really wants err…..wishesfor it. J
Elyssa stopped going for her ballet classes when we moved house a year plus ago. We were busy most weekends with the packing, moving, unpacking, furnishing etc etc. Then her regular class got full. Then she seemed to have lost interest. Also, I bumped into her ex ballet classmate's mum who mentioned that classes were getting tougher and it may be difficult for her to catch up. Hmm...
But when I started bringing Erin for her class, Elyssa got all interested again. After much pestering on her part, I let her attend the free trial class. She LOVED it, and yup I signed her up for classes.
Looking sweet in her ballerina outfit
Her little curtsy
Her previous classmates have probably progressed to the next level. (next level is for 6 and a half years old onwards, or earlier if the teacher assess them as ready). She's 6 years and 3 months old now so I'll keep her at this level for a while more to let her to catch up and be comfortable with the class.
Every week, both girls look forward excitedly to their ballet classes. And every week, I get this warm fuzzy feeling when I see them in their pink little ballerina outfits :-)
For her birthday, we did a simple birthday celebration for her at home. Ordered in pizza and KFC since hubby and I have been busy with the new restaurant. But no matter how busy, I kept up the little tradition of baking a birthday cake for my princess :-)
Elyssa and Erin hard at work with the cake
(ahem.....making the job 5x slower)
Didn't take any photos of the food tho (no need to take photo of pizza and chicken, rite? hehe). But of course grabbed the camera for the birthday song and cake cutting session.
Birthday Song Time
The THREE year old birthday girl had THREE requests for her cake :
1) Minnie Mouse 2) Chocolate 3) Strawberries
So, mummy came up with this-
Oops, slightly blur pic
3 layered chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream
Ah Kong & Ah Mah with their seven grandkids
Happy Birthday my little Erin! You love saying "I am THEE years old already. I BIGGG girl already". But deep in my heart, you are still my little baby. I love you, Erin!