Sometimes when we are in the park, at the beach, or walking along our secret path, my 5yo would pick up objects and ask if we can bring them home. He wants to bring home gravel, twigs, chunks of dried mud, seeds, flowers, shells.... If I allow it, they would sit strewn on his shelf or the dining table until I'd wait for him to forget about the item and I'd throw it away.
Then I thought it wasn't such a nice mummy thing to do, and that's how Kai's treasure box came about.
I gave him a box from NET-A-PORTER and we both thought it would be a great idea if his giant purple spider could sit on it to keep his treasures safe (and frighten Kit away, he added wisely).
We now have a twig, a coral, a thank you note from his pal Ian, and his amazing collection of Angry Birds drawings.
And not forgetting the seeds that he so painstakingly picked up on the way to school one day, which he made me promise to bring home. They look like dried watermelon seeds but smaller. Luckily, nothing disgusting has popped up in his collection yet!
Terence and I decided we will all say goodbye to the former Keretapi Tanah Melayu (KTM) railway track on Sunday morning. The 3km stretch of the railway from Rifle Range Road to Rail Mall is currently the only stretch opened to the public. It will remain opened only until July 31, 2011.
I've never taken a train from Singapore to Malaysia before. I think my parents would have thrown a fit if I did. Terence did once. He said people would hop in through the windows when the train reached Johor Bahru.
Kit was quite happy to sit in the Macpac Possum throughout the trek and Kai was happy to skip along until he realized he wasn't going to have it easy like his little brother. Both, however, are not old enough to know the significance of the railway line, and what it all meant to Singapore.
It was a nice outing nonetheless and no, we didn't take any stones from the track as a souvenir, in case you are wondering. But by erasing the railway and returning the tracks to Malaysia, we are inevitably deleting a part of Singapore's history. It's almost like we are playing a computer strategy game where you can build a railway track at your convenience and click it away at a whim.
Anyhow, enjoy the experience while it lasts. It'd be interesting to see what the government will do to conserve sections of the KTM railway so that the significance will not be lost to future generations.
At the risk of being labelled boring, here is yet another picture of my napping soon-to-be 22mo boy. I can't help it! Ask any mummy and they will tell you that they love to watch their babies/children sleep. (This is beside the fact that because the child is asleep, there is no one to bother us.)
But here is Kit. Looking so peaceful and angelic. Who would think that he scratches like a tiger when he's angry, excited, or when he wants his way and doesn't get it. Everyone has been scratched. Me, Terence, Kai, school teachers, MIL, and helper. I am amazed I haven't been called into the principal's office yet.
The Kit we know and love has come so far since the day he was born. Which brings me to the question... what should I do for his birthday?
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After six days without food, Kit finally started eating ramen on the seventh day since coming down with HFMD. On the eighth day, he was gobbling fishball noodles with gusto. On day nine, he went back to school a happy boy.
It is always nice to see a revival of toys/items popular in the 70s so that we can reminisce over it and have the smug parental satisfaction of letting Kai know that his parents are really cool since "mummy/papa used to play with this when we were young". The latest find is Kalkitos.
I don't know how many would remember Kalkitos (or even know about it). But both Terence and I played with it when we were kids, using pencils to transfer dry-transferables containing cartoon images from plastic sheets using pencils onto a scenario printed on cardboard. We don't remember that it was called Kalkitos then though.
Kai liked it quite a bit when he started, but he lost interest after a while. Maybe he's too young for Kalkitos or perhaps in the advent of iPhone/iPad apps, computer games, and cable TV, Kalkitos has lost its charm among the young?
My Monday just ended (12:47am on a Tuesday)! Having Kit sick with HFMD leaves me with no time to work in the day. This means that for the past one week, I can only work on my clients' projects after Kai goes to bed which is usually around 9:30pm if I am lucky. Kai's school was closed for the day too, so I brought him to the Marina Barrage for waterplay with his two of his good school pals in the morning.
So by the time I tuck (Kit first and then) Kai in, I was poop tired to the core with eyelids that were threatening to shut for good. After reading is a mandatory snuggle time (mandated by Kai, that is), and I wanted to know whether he enjoyed himself today.
Just to take my mind off the sick toddler, daily cleaning and disinfecting issues, and how tiring it is to entertain a toddler in the confinements of home, I thought I'll just write about my new fall bag.
One topic that's bound to perk up any tired SAHM at the end of the day is fashion and I recently messaged a girlfriend near midnight about my latest acquisition in preparation for A/W 2011: Rebecca Minkoff's latest Cupid Satchel in navy. Suffice to say we had a wonderful end to our long day discussing whether the teal version looks better than the navy (navy's a more practical color, she said), checking out the RM web site, and discussing the clasp on the RM Mac Bombe Clutch.
After much anticipation, Cupid finally arrived. I love the gold hardware against the blue and the bag is SPACIOUS to say the least, which is great for a long day of running errands and shopping. There are plenty of pockets to organize whatever we ladies like to throw inside our bag. But I discovered that if all you have is a wallet, mobile phone, and keys, the bag doesn't hold its shape at all. This is a little disappointing considering that one of the reasons why I bought the bag was for its shape.
But, but, but... I must say it holds lots of potential for days where I am out with Kai and I need a bag to hold all his junk and mine. I mean, this was why I specifically wanted a spacious satchel as my companion for Fall 2011.
(RM has FREE international shipping for purchases above US$300. ;) )
I thought I could cheer Kit up by bringing him downstairs for a walk early in the morning, after the office crowd hustles out of the estate and before the heat from the late morning sun beats down our back.
But no. He was disconsolate. Poor chap. And he was grouchy, teary, and irritable most of the day. I've never seen my sunny boy so down.
He woke up almost every hourly yesterday crying and thrashing around in bed and had to be comforted. Day two of HFMD has ended but day three has already started for me because guess who is on night duty? *raise hand*
We meet. Finally. Kai has been attending childcare for three plus years and he has been lucky enough to avoid your acquaintance. But you decided it is time we meet, and so Kit is your latest friend.
Kit has been down in the mouth, thanks to you.
He's confined at home, which he hates. I can't bring him downstairs for a walk when he is running a temperature. And when his fever goes down, the weather's too hot. We played at our lift lobby to break the monotony. He cried when it was time to go home.
Kai picked all the chocolate buttons off his chocolate/banana muffin and left this thing on his breakfast plate. It was a perfectly nice looking muffin when I bought it and after he was done, it looked like the craggy, pocked mark face of the moon. There was a lot of muffin left and it would be such a waste to throw it away! *sigh* I ate it for breakfast instead of the yummy cheese muffin, which is still sitting pretty and perfect in the fridge.
I suspect Kit loves Jasmine Juicie more. He likes purple, you see.
Other toddlers cuddle their teddy bears to bed. My toddler holds two sample bottles of OPI Avojuice Skin Quencher, one in each hand. Yes, no kidding. Coconut Melon Juicie and Jasmine Juicie are their names. It is printed on the bottle.
He screamed his head off before bedtime yesterday until I figured out that he wanted his comfort bottles. Today, both bottles went MIA and the whole household went on a bottle hunt. They were discovered under his cot. Didn't I say life is so interesting with my 21mo?