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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?

2017:老豆

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Dear 三只马骝,

Yes, you. The 9 month old too. Why are you cruising so quickly?? We barely had time to enjoy your babyness and bam, there you are standing and cruising around at 9 months old. I think I saw you letting go and trying to stand on your own for the past couple of days.

Bah.

Tomorrow’s Father’s Day. So what have you kids gotten planned? Meh. Who am I kidding. What can a 5.5yo, 3.5yo and 9mo come up with?

So…last year I wrote you kids a letter about your 老豆. How has things been for the past one year?

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Dear Daddy Ting, 

daddy ting & his toys

Happy Father’s Day! You wonder about all this hype about Father’s Day. You gripe about expensive meals on this day. You bemoan about the crowd every where. You stare at the boys and struggle between wanting to take them out and getting work done.

So, let your dear wifey put things into perspective for you this year! This 18th June, it would be the..

37th year of your life;
12th year of our courtship:
7.5th year of our married life;
5.5th year of fatherhood; and
1st year as a father of three kids.

Three kids leh. Three kids are the new norm. Haha. I remembered the day you told me ‘two kids is too mainstream’. 

So let’s walk down along memory lane cos as you age, your memory fails you. Actually, scrap that. You just got shitty memory. *roll eyes* Come on, I’m pretty sure the wivess out there will agree their husbands never remember significant moments.

I remembered the morning I told you I was pregnant with Oliver. You came home from your morning run and barely had time to catch your breath, sweat dripping down your face when I excitedly told you.

I remembered the day I told you I was pregnant with Quentin. I sent you the photo of the test kit and you were cautious to not feed my excitement cos of the chemical pregnancy we had the month before.

I remembered the night I told you I was pregnant with Sarah. I had wanted to keep it a secret but I just couldn’t. She was to be our very special baby cos of so many reasons.

The moment you laughed over the phone when I told you we were having a girl. It was the laughter that came out of your heart. The special kind of laughter I love cos I so rarely hear it. And I smile to myself as I type this.

When we got together, it was hard to imagine you being around kids. We moved to Perth and you got to know a little girl who would call your name. Even then I thought you were awkward around kids.

Then you had kids. You told me about what kind of father you would like to be to the kids. I’ve seen the look on your face that shows how much you are bursting with pride over your eldest child; the look on your face that shows how bad you feel after you discipline your middle child; and that look on your face that shows amazement and wonder at your youngest child.

The way you laugh as you get outsmarted by your kids;
The look of resignation as your kids grin cheekily at you;
The way you excitedly tell your kids about Michael Jackson and they are more interested in Backstreet Boys (hahahahahahaha).
The way you moaned about how your kid beat you to breaking their arm;
The way you rush into your son’s room the moment you hear he is having a nightmare;
The way you exclaim ‘mayday mayday!’ when your son gags and pukes, and then having to comfort him later.

Best of all, how that fatherhood really suits you well with that *pats* tidy belly of yours. =P Thanks for finishing up what the boys cannot finish so I dun grow too fat. hahaha

There are articles about how the husband should start helping to take photos of their wife with the kids, cos mummy is always taking selfies with them. Let me speak for the SAHM me. For every 5 selfies I take with the kids, there is only one photo of you with the kids. I live the moment with the kids; you live that moment through photos. You get the updates from me, from the kids.

I’d be more than happy to stick with the selfies and take more photos of you and the kids, so that all of us will have our moments.

So have your moment tomorrow with the kids, I’ll be taking the photos. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy Ting. Couldn’t ask for a better man to be the father of my kids.

love,
Mummy Ting.

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