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glam sleeping

last night, Daddy Ting walked into our room and then walked back into the study where we were doing some work.

Do you know that Oliver is sleeping on our bed?’ Huh?

Oliver hasn’t slept in our room for the past 2 years or so. As a first time mom, I was determined to not have any kids in our bed. Obviously it didn’t happen. Hahahaha. You just throw every bit of logic and sense out of the window when all you want is to sleep. We had been co-sleeping with the kids for 3.5 years before I kicked the boys & Daddy Ting out of our room cos I was pregnant with Sarah and 4.5 people on a queen sized bed meant only I wasn’t getting any sleep.

I probably missed them for…2 nights? Hahahaha. But for the first time in a looooong loong time, I slept through the night.

mummy milestone met.

Wah..never looked back since. Okay, granted I enjoyed it for like another half a year before Sarah came along. I’ll take what I can get! And yes, we are co-sleeping again..kua kua. At least from 3am onwards only.

But yes, we were surprised he wandered in on his own, settled himself down at the base of our bed and continued sleeping. I realised that I haven’t watched him sleep or be asleep for the longest time. You know how kids look different when they are asleep? Maybe it’s cause they don’t struggle when you try to get a good look haha.

He looked a little longer, more matured and peaceful. And he definitely looked different.

Was it because I saw him all the time at home that’s why I miss out on the differences? It does feel that way.

He is in K1 now. There has been a bit more homework for him after the June holidays. Simple spelling tests, writing of Chinese characters and Show & Tell. We don’t have a proper area for the kids to ‘study’ per say. Our living room has been taken over by them but the layout is all over the place cos of Sarah’s play yard. They do their writing/homework on the floor, either lying down, or crouched over.

So we did some rearranging this morning. Sarah has been wandering around the house like she owns it, refusing to be confined in the play yard, so I figured it’s time to pack up the playmat and play yard, and open up the living room a lot more for the boys.

On a side note, seriously.

With Oliver, we only packed up the play yard when he was almost 2 years old.
With Quentin, we packed it up when he was 15 mths old.
With Sarah, I just packed it up today, when she is 10 mths old.

But hey, my living room never looked more spacious!! So the shifting began. Lego area in one corner, two red rectangular Mammut tables, bookshelves shifted, so Sarah has access to her board books. Oliver calls it the ‘new place’ now. Quentin loves that he has a space of his own. And Sarah..couldn’t care less about not having a space of her own cos the whole living room is her space and anywhere that her brothers’ are is also her territory.

eskew me!

Case in point.

I’m sorta gradually transitioning myself to get ready for Oliver attending primary school with all the recent primary school registration talk going on my feed. Not fun. So much things about the system that I am annoyed about. Urgh.

Quentin. He wakes up and he comes into my bed for morning cuddles. Something that Oliver did when Quentin was Sarah’s age. First point of connection in the day, and they are happy to lie quietly for a while before deciding that breakfast is the next call of order. I do enjoy it. One day, I told Oliver that I enjoy hugging him, and that I’d better hug him before he doesn’t like to hug me anymore. He gave me the most bewildered look ever, like how can that be even possible?? hahahahaha. Oh boys, one day, you’ll find another to hug.

balance biking

I’m thankful for school. Being at home squashed between two siblings..makes it hard for this one to shine. Being at school means he is on his own, and he has his own voice. And it shows. He didn’t have any issues going to school, cos he is familiar with the environment and the teachers, thanks to picking Oliver up. But it took him about half a year before he stepped out of his shell and became more interactive in class.

The way his eyes lit up when he identifies his friends and they respond back (Oliver sometimes ignores him when he calls out to him). It is so so so cute.

Now we’re at the point of splitting the boys into two sessions. Argh. Headache. On one hand I feel bad for separating the boys cos it would mean they would only see each other after 2pm; on another hand, I think that splitting them now would make it easier for us to transition to the P1 schedule, and will allow Quentin to stay with his new friends for 3 years instead of moving him the year after. So half hearted on either decisions.

Whhhhhy. Oh..and of course there is the consideration if splitting them will officially screw my life up cos there will be no more 3 hour breaks for me, I’d have to cook lunch (oh wait, that is void cos I’d have to cook lunch for Sarah anyways..). Okay, I think I can live without the 3 hour break. *sigh* Must think about kids, must think about kids.

I think hor..parenting decisions are just going get a whole lot harder cos the kids will eventually want to have a say in it. Not looking forwards to tween-agers.

how are you?

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to the mummies, how are you?

Have a bit of quiet time now whilst the mooncake is napping. It’s raining so we’re not heading out. Just as well, I have a floor to mop. Urgh. Now that Sarah is crawling around, it’s saliva and sweaty prints all over the floor. It has gotten to the point of sticky. You have no idea how envious I am when I step onto clean floors. It’s like sinking into a really luxurious bed.

Err..yar, you get my analogy.

5.5 years into motherhood. Am I enjoying it? I am. It has gotten to a point where it is 75% laughter and 25% frustration. I hope I am not so uptight about things anymore. I am thankful for every moment that I get.

like getting to eat breakfast in peace

Sarah’s grown to play on her own..or annoy her brothers. I can delegate the boys to keep a watch on her. I’d occasionally yell out and ask what’s going on, whilst I sip my HOT tea. omg. What a luxury. But wth, I still have to eat my prata this way. What style you ask? I eat it rolled up cos I still don’t have the luxury to shred the prata into pieces, casually dip it into the curry and eat it.

Nope. Cos that would mean a pair of oily hands that cannot grab stuff getting pulled off the countertop. *roll eyes* One day..one day I’d be able to shred said prata and eat it. but hey, at least the tea is hot right? (at most..teh peng lor)

then there are Friday mornings. No chores morning, and the boys (or rather me I think) get a treat. They get to watch TV. Yup. Otherwise the rest of the week they don’t get to watch any. It is peace and quiet for about 2 hours.

the tv situation

They don’t get the iPad nor phone throughout the week. I think I can live with 2 hours of TV so even I get a break, catch up on social media, some work and some window shopping. TV aside, they still have to complete some tasks on time according to their timetable. We have a timetable, which is more for me than for them. Reminds me to do some activities with them instead of concentrating on the chores. It helps gives me some idea about what I can do with them.

This week, it was all about animals, thanks to our neighbourhood library for the idea!

Sarah doesn’t really give two hoots about the TV programs. She is happy crawling around, chewing on toys left around..or she’ll come over to me for cuddles. I got an almost 8kg baby cruising around, so I might as well make good use of her right?

exercise time!

Excuse the eczema scars. Haha. But helloooo leg raises and crunches. 3rd and last kid liao. No excuses. Time to fight the flab! (self impose hor..not mandatory). She gets a ‘ride’ and I get my exercise. Hahaha. Else all lopsided okay. Got the biceps but got a big fat ass. =(

All too soon (NOT), 10.45am rolls around and it’s time to get the boys to school. Sarah naps when we get home from drop off..and today’s mission of the day?

time to tone the arms

Just for the record, I am NOT so hardworking to use hand and mop every day hor. It is only if the floor is in a horrible condition then it warrants a ‘kneel-down-and-peer-at-the-floor’ kind of mopping. Can you see the prints on the floor??

HOT TIP: Please, for the love of god, if you are renovating your place, DO NOT GET GLOSSY TILES. This will be what you will have to live with. Don’t get sold by the ‘glossy tiles make your flat look more spacious!’ sales pitch. Argh.

Okay I digress. I do have a 3M Scotch Brite stick mop..which I used for 3 years..and I broke the stick cos I apply to much pressure =( 3M can you please please please make stronger poles? haha. I love your mops but I dun want to keep buying poles leh!

I have to say..hand mopping makes the floor soo much cleaner tho. Let me enjoy it for the next hour or so before the boys coming back, before Sarah wakes and makes more prints again.

*sigh* It will be nice whilst it last. So auntie hor?

Meanwhile..whilst the baby is still sleeping, time to continue tidying up the house I guess.

So how’s your morning been like?

growing up

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If you could turn back time, would you?

baby selfie

the little miss sprouted 2 teeth. She turns 10 months old in 3 days time. she cruises around the living room and hallway, pushing her walker. If something gets in her way, her brothers help move her walker so that she can continue her way.

She has a temper. If she is unhappy, she grabs and pinches the closest piece of flesh. And she’s got a mean pinch, wth. Oliver blocked her from grabbing his Lego and he got pinched haha. Oops, poor Ollie.

But she’s mostly all smiles. Smiles she saves for the ones closest to her. Pats she saves for her immediate family. Good job she seem to say.

90% smiley. 10% super mean temper. Not sure if I should be glad for that, or should I wish for a 50 smiley – 50 even tempered baby. Hmm..tough one.

I love the way she cups my face in her hands, and looks at me. I love the way she closes her eyes in anticipating of a nuzzle from her brothers. I love the way she giggles/chortles at the way her brothers play with her.

I love the bond the 3 of them have with each other.

Oliver is 5.5 years now. It is fascinating to have a conversation with him. This year has been a little rough on him, as Sarah grows older and robs more of our attention away from him; as he learns to care for his younger siblings and realise that the world doesn’t really revolve around him.

As he learns that..sometimes discipline isn’t always bad. There has been lesser yelling, tho the frustrations are more intense as expectations rise. But we work it out. He understands a little more about tough love and he tries his best.

Mummy, are you proud of me?” Always, always.

Just because we get angry with you sometimes, doesn’t mean we don’t love you okay? Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that the 5.5 year old does have insecurities, and we need to reassure them that anger doesn’t mean the absence of love.

His thirst for knowledge..is still unabated. Space. Words. Languages. Art. He is like a sponge, absorbing everything that is novel to him. Down side? He gets bored easily. Argh.

He has a sense of humour which sees us laughing more these days as we crack silly jokes. Or rather..his assumption of certain things cracks us up so much.

Case in point:

#shitolliesez #mandarinfail #jiakkantang

Oliver: mummy,why 名子 got a 女 part.
Me: whut??
Oliver: yar, on my homework. Got a ‘nv sheng ming’
Me: *wtffff* let me see!
Oliver: there *shows me* i am not a girl, why 张老师 put that there..
Me: that is 姓名lah!!!!!!! What 女生名…

Yup, definitely my child.

He’s learnt how to ride the 2-wheeler and scoot on a 2-wheel scooter. He is willing to coach Quentin in a lot of things: spelling, reading, Lego building. He has mellowed a lot, and is a lot more patient. And he is willing to accept explanations.

Next milestone, primary school.

Oh time, where have you gone. 

someone proud of his coloured peranakan tile

ah the middle child. The one who has to speak loudly to be heard, amidst the older brother who communicates better, and the younger sister who cannot communicate.

Speaking of Quentin makes me pack for my guilt trip. Just when I wasn’t done babying him as a toddler, Sarah came along and he got shoved into the backseat. Sorta. Donald and I constantly remind ourselves not to make him the middle child, but we unconsciously do so.

But thankfully, it is not being so much of a conscious effort these days. It was heartening to watching him fall into his own persona in his class. Watch him speak to HIS friends (not his brothers), go to HIS class, do HIS homework.

Watch him sing the same songs as Oliver, put on the same uniform as Oliver. You know, also doing the big boy stuff.

Watch him play and care for HIS sister. Sometimes, Oliver doesn’t really care much for Sarah, and Quentin steps in. Cos Sarah will give him her full attention, where mine are tied with chores and Oliver, in a world of his own.

I am thankful to have been able to be there at every step of their lives. Watching my boys grow into the little men they are. Watching my baby gradually stand unassisted. Watching the kids move on with life.

Would I turn back the time? Probably not. Why go back, when there is so much more ahead that awaits? =)

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