More poo talk! Finally he's done a little one in the toilet the other day! When I offered him his choice of chocolate or gingerbread men as a reward, he told me, pointedly I might add, "2 gingerbread men, and 1 chocolate mum!"
Hmmm.... greedy munchkin.
Anyhoos! We've been quite busy lately, what with all the activities and work I've been up to. At least we got a chance to bake together yesterday, using our favourite recipe! Haha, this time he sat on the counter and stirred up the batter, along with helping me to tip the flour and sugar in. Yummers! Although he did sneak a lot of chocolate chips into his mouth while I wasn't watching... tsk tsk...
On a different topic altogether, I've been having more surreal dreams, enough to rival my friend Ami's. This time, John Mayer made another guest appearance, and I think *ahem* we were in love. But it was "Room for Squares" John Mayer mind you, not the recent bad-boy incarnation (I mean, we've all read the recent P-boy Interview --> warning, this links to an unsavoury website so please avert your children's eyes...)
I told all this to EG, and as usual, he laughed. 'Twas a nice dream though, one more notch on my celebrity dream bedpost (altho this is JM's 2nd appearance, heehee!)
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Friday, March 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Toilet training part 3
*Warning* DON'T READ THIS AND EAT AT THE SAME TIME.
The mundane routine of our day can be often broken by a random gesture. POO ALERT!
At any given time, in any part of the world, there are 2 significant acts of purging a human body makes.
#1 A wee
#2 A poo
Ah, but once you enter the surreal world of baby love, you will acquaint yourself (and rather quickly I might add!) with a third form of expulsion.
#3 A poo EXPLOSION. When everything just DRIPS OUT.
This last one occurs especially after servings of fruit and vegies, like yummy tomatoes and peas and oranges...you get the idea. It's the perfect storm of bladder release meeting regular doses of roughage.
And for the last 2.5 years I've been dealing with said #3s off and on, but with Aidan being toilet-trained I hope I'm nearing the end of the mess that is a dirty diaper. Like, just DO IT IN THE TOILET ALREADY! I mean, you know it's coming, just tell me, and you get a chocolate reward (same colour what!) after! How hard a concept is it to master?
Case in point. Aidan paused in the middle of playing with his Lego and said, "Mama? Don't check me ok?"
"Sorry?"
"Don't check me ok?"
"Er ok..."
(Lightbulb clicks in my head)
"Did you just poo-poo?" I go check his bum. No poo.
(5 minutes later)
(A look on his face that I can only describe as um... strained.)
"MAMA! DON'T CHECK ME OK?!!!"
(This scenario carried on the next morning when he started thrashing about in his sleep shouting "Don't check me! Don't check me!!!") Methinks he has a morbid fear of nappy changes, no?
Anyhoos...here's to hoping he adapts soon. Wees aren't a problem (in fact he forces himself to pee to get chocolate rewards!) it's the #2s and #3s we're working on.
Plus, I'm running out of latex gloves.
The mundane routine of our day can be often broken by a random gesture. POO ALERT!
At any given time, in any part of the world, there are 2 significant acts of purging a human body makes.
#1 A wee
#2 A poo
Ah, but once you enter the surreal world of baby love, you will acquaint yourself (and rather quickly I might add!) with a third form of expulsion.
#3 A poo EXPLOSION. When everything just DRIPS OUT.
This last one occurs especially after servings of fruit and vegies, like yummy tomatoes and peas and oranges...you get the idea. It's the perfect storm of bladder release meeting regular doses of roughage.
And for the last 2.5 years I've been dealing with said #3s off and on, but with Aidan being toilet-trained I hope I'm nearing the end of the mess that is a dirty diaper. Like, just DO IT IN THE TOILET ALREADY! I mean, you know it's coming, just tell me, and you get a chocolate reward (same colour what!) after! How hard a concept is it to master?
Case in point. Aidan paused in the middle of playing with his Lego and said, "Mama? Don't check me ok?"
"Sorry?"
"Don't check me ok?"
"Er ok..."
(Lightbulb clicks in my head)
"Did you just poo-poo?" I go check his bum. No poo.
(5 minutes later)
(A look on his face that I can only describe as um... strained.)
"MAMA! DON'T CHECK ME OK?!!!"
(This scenario carried on the next morning when he started thrashing about in his sleep shouting "Don't check me! Don't check me!!!") Methinks he has a morbid fear of nappy changes, no?
Anyhoos...here's to hoping he adapts soon. Wees aren't a problem (in fact he forces himself to pee to get chocolate rewards!) it's the #2s and #3s we're working on.
Plus, I'm running out of latex gloves.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
For the love of beeswax! And other random stuff...
Lots have been happening lately with us over the last few days, so let's get right into it! In reverse chonological order...
Today (Wednesday):
We just made banana and choc chip bread together, and it's baking in the oven. How cute! Aidan helped me pour the ingredients into the bowl. He also helped mash the bananas too! Then we chanted "mix mix mix" (he's SO clever at repeating words now, even the 'S'-sounds which are typically hard to master) as we stirred the batter, and poured it into the loaf pan. Mmmm....the smell wafting out of the kitchen is delicious! All right... shan't be a food flirt, here's the recipe! It's really easy, got it off May Q, no butter!
Banana Choc-Chip Bread
2 large ripe bananas, mashed
3/4 C sugar
1 1/3 C self-raising flour
50 ml milk
50 ml olive oil
2 eggs
chopped nuts (almonds, walnuts)
chocolate chips (or chopped choc pieces)
Mix them all up in a large bowl, pour into a greased loaf pan, bake at 180 degrees C (160 if using fan-forced oven) for 20-40 mins till outside is golden brown, and a skewer inserted comes out clean.
Serve warm and eat! (If you're really indulging, add a scoop of vanilla-bean ice cream. TO DIE FOR!)
(Sorry if the pictures are a little fuzzy...took it on my 2MP camera-phone.)
Er...the Ribena doesn't go into the cake...it's for the baker's stomach...
He tried to lick the wooden spoon, and got a face full of batter...
The cake should look like this. If yours doesn't, well, maybe baking isn't right for you... ;p
Yesterday:
It was time for childcare again, and neither of us was really looking forward to it particularly. It's always so hard to leave, watching him cry, but necessary. I do believe he needs that interaction with other kids, and plus I need some ME-time! So for the sake of both our sanities (and development), he goes in once a week, while I'm at class.
Turns out, he's adjusting a lot better - less crying, and getting better each time, say the people who work in his room (Pre-kinder one). I can't remember if I've blogged about this, but, he was bumped up to the Pre-kinder class 'coz of some admin error (they thought he was still in Babies), and seeing how there wasn't room left in toddlers, he got bumped up (plus he was close to the right age anyways).
Last week, he was such a little scrapper, pushing back against this other big kid who kept pushing him (in a 'duh...i'm a big giant, hello little thing. Whoopsies, you fell! Duh...whad happened?" kinda way). He kinda reminded me of a feisty chihuahua who won't stand at being bullied, the way he barked back and flailed his arms about as if in a girlfight. This week when the other kid came by, A just ignored him. Haha... well, you gotta preserve yourself somehow when you're smaller and younger than everyone else in class!
As for me, I learnt "i bicchieri va nel'armadio" and "no, non gioco mai tennis". I think I conjugated that correctly...
The day before:
We went to the Collingwood Children's Farm! It was great, we got to see sheep, goats, pat horses, watch chickens cluck and geese and ducks, and a big fat black pig with her little piglets. Aidan had a ball of a time, even though he fell over into the dirt, which got into his nose and mouth. Eww. But other than that, no real anima poo incidents that I had to clean up. Although A seemed more interested in dirt and rocks - kept picking one up after another and wandering around with them. Funny boy! Pictures will come soon in FB.
Another milestone - he's really able to feed himself with a spoon now, quite accurately in fact. He's quite adept at spooning yoghurt into his mouth, although rice, porridge and pasta tend to me messier.
He's also developed a fondness for the blue Ikea kid's chair I've been using to sit on while bathing him. He can actually carry the whole thing, and has been doing so from room to room. He'll even turn it upside down to sit IN it. It's just like how instead of sitting on his Pooh-bear walker, he STANDS on it! Quite proudly too, with a ta-daaaah face! The things toddlers do...
New words spoken: eyes, nose, ear, mouth, amen, chicken!!
As for me: Another celebrity dream - this time, John Mayer called me up, we had a great conversation, and he invited me over to hang out! EG came home and helped me pick an outfit with whatever I had there and then (a black top and a puffy skirt which did NOT go together), and I got into the car. Woke up before arriving. Dang!
The day before the day before:
Aidan found a Forever Sharp knife on the edge of a table in church (& if you've seen those knives, they're really long and serrated at the edge, with twin prongs!), which we had used for cutting a cake. He'd actually reached over and above to grab it. Started wandering around brandishing it, which thankfully a horrified friend discovered and removed before A hurt himself. Or worse, stabbed the Pastor (although at the rate his sermons have been dragging on...doodeedoodeedooo... nahhhhh.)
Pretty eventful first half of the week!
Today (Wednesday):
We just made banana and choc chip bread together, and it's baking in the oven. How cute! Aidan helped me pour the ingredients into the bowl. He also helped mash the bananas too! Then we chanted "mix mix mix" (he's SO clever at repeating words now, even the 'S'-sounds which are typically hard to master) as we stirred the batter, and poured it into the loaf pan. Mmmm....the smell wafting out of the kitchen is delicious! All right... shan't be a food flirt, here's the recipe! It's really easy, got it off May Q, no butter!
Banana Choc-Chip Bread
2 large ripe bananas, mashed
3/4 C sugar
1 1/3 C self-raising flour
50 ml milk
50 ml olive oil
2 eggs
chopped nuts (almonds, walnuts)
chocolate chips (or chopped choc pieces)
Mix them all up in a large bowl, pour into a greased loaf pan, bake at 180 degrees C (160 if using fan-forced oven) for 20-40 mins till outside is golden brown, and a skewer inserted comes out clean.
Serve warm and eat! (If you're really indulging, add a scoop of vanilla-bean ice cream. TO DIE FOR!)
(Sorry if the pictures are a little fuzzy...took it on my 2MP camera-phone.)
Er...the Ribena doesn't go into the cake...it's for the baker's stomach...
He tried to lick the wooden spoon, and got a face full of batter...
The cake should look like this. If yours doesn't, well, maybe baking isn't right for you... ;pYesterday:
It was time for childcare again, and neither of us was really looking forward to it particularly. It's always so hard to leave, watching him cry, but necessary. I do believe he needs that interaction with other kids, and plus I need some ME-time! So for the sake of both our sanities (and development), he goes in once a week, while I'm at class.
Turns out, he's adjusting a lot better - less crying, and getting better each time, say the people who work in his room (Pre-kinder one). I can't remember if I've blogged about this, but, he was bumped up to the Pre-kinder class 'coz of some admin error (they thought he was still in Babies), and seeing how there wasn't room left in toddlers, he got bumped up (plus he was close to the right age anyways).
Last week, he was such a little scrapper, pushing back against this other big kid who kept pushing him (in a 'duh...i'm a big giant, hello little thing. Whoopsies, you fell! Duh...whad happened?" kinda way). He kinda reminded me of a feisty chihuahua who won't stand at being bullied, the way he barked back and flailed his arms about as if in a girlfight. This week when the other kid came by, A just ignored him. Haha... well, you gotta preserve yourself somehow when you're smaller and younger than everyone else in class!
As for me, I learnt "i bicchieri va nel'armadio" and "no, non gioco mai tennis". I think I conjugated that correctly...
The day before:
We went to the Collingwood Children's Farm! It was great, we got to see sheep, goats, pat horses, watch chickens cluck and geese and ducks, and a big fat black pig with her little piglets. Aidan had a ball of a time, even though he fell over into the dirt, which got into his nose and mouth. Eww. But other than that, no real anima poo incidents that I had to clean up. Although A seemed more interested in dirt and rocks - kept picking one up after another and wandering around with them. Funny boy! Pictures will come soon in FB.
Another milestone - he's really able to feed himself with a spoon now, quite accurately in fact. He's quite adept at spooning yoghurt into his mouth, although rice, porridge and pasta tend to me messier.
He's also developed a fondness for the blue Ikea kid's chair I've been using to sit on while bathing him. He can actually carry the whole thing, and has been doing so from room to room. He'll even turn it upside down to sit IN it. It's just like how instead of sitting on his Pooh-bear walker, he STANDS on it! Quite proudly too, with a ta-daaaah face! The things toddlers do...
New words spoken: eyes, nose, ear, mouth, amen, chicken!!
As for me: Another celebrity dream - this time, John Mayer called me up, we had a great conversation, and he invited me over to hang out! EG came home and helped me pick an outfit with whatever I had there and then (a black top and a puffy skirt which did NOT go together), and I got into the car. Woke up before arriving. Dang!
The day before the day before:
Aidan found a Forever Sharp knife on the edge of a table in church (& if you've seen those knives, they're really long and serrated at the edge, with twin prongs!), which we had used for cutting a cake. He'd actually reached over and above to grab it. Started wandering around brandishing it, which thankfully a horrified friend discovered and removed before A hurt himself. Or worse, stabbed the Pastor (although at the rate his sermons have been dragging on...doodeedoodeedooo... nahhhhh.)
Pretty eventful first half of the week!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Dreams
Two nights ago, I had YET another dream where EG had an affair. Suffice to say, it's pretty disturbing how I keep having these dreams - EG says it's my unconscious insecurities seeping in. I doubt that. Maybe I'm subconsciously wanting a fresh start but am too chicken to, so being the victim leaves me both free, and sympathetic. Win-win! ;-)
Over the years he's left me for:
1. another Uni student
2. some random woman (these women always appear faceless and nameless)
3. Tan Kheng Hua!!
Incidentally, she'll be at Singapore Day at the Sidney Myer Bowl tomorrow
With this latest incarnation, I do think my psyche has evolved. Rather than play the hurt and confused victim, I actually felt calm, distant, in control. I remember my dream-self thinking, "All right, that's enough, this is the last straw. I'm going to take Aidan and leave." Apparently I was the long-suffering wife who's just had enough of her husband's infidelity!
The crucial matter here folks, is that I actually said "I'm TAKING Aidan with me!" Whereas previously the thought would've scared the bejesus out of me, and I'd rather leave the poor kid so they could both fend for themselves while I restarted my life as a brilliant (and beautiful!) career-woman, this time I took the bubba with me.
SO! I reckon the dream spoke volumes more about my feelings as a mother, than as a wife. Hah! It could actually mean I've come to a point where I'm confident enough as a mum to survive on my own! Although I have to say, I was more than a little testy this morning while changing Aidan's nappy - he kept grabbing his crotch even though there was poo there, and it really really annoyed me! This, added to the fact we were out of bin liners and I couldn't dispose of the soiled nappy properly, leaving it to balance precariously on top of the bin cover. Ewww.
Hmm. Might have to reconsider dumping the adulterer after all. He could come in useful with nappy-changes.
Over the years he's left me for:
1. another Uni student
2. some random woman (these women always appear faceless and nameless)
3. Tan Kheng Hua!!
Incidentally, she'll be at Singapore Day at the Sidney Myer Bowl tomorrowWith this latest incarnation, I do think my psyche has evolved. Rather than play the hurt and confused victim, I actually felt calm, distant, in control. I remember my dream-self thinking, "All right, that's enough, this is the last straw. I'm going to take Aidan and leave." Apparently I was the long-suffering wife who's just had enough of her husband's infidelity!
The crucial matter here folks, is that I actually said "I'm TAKING Aidan with me!" Whereas previously the thought would've scared the bejesus out of me, and I'd rather leave the poor kid so they could both fend for themselves while I restarted my life as a brilliant (and beautiful!) career-woman, this time I took the bubba with me.
SO! I reckon the dream spoke volumes more about my feelings as a mother, than as a wife. Hah! It could actually mean I've come to a point where I'm confident enough as a mum to survive on my own! Although I have to say, I was more than a little testy this morning while changing Aidan's nappy - he kept grabbing his crotch even though there was poo there, and it really really annoyed me! This, added to the fact we were out of bin liners and I couldn't dispose of the soiled nappy properly, leaving it to balance precariously on top of the bin cover. Ewww.
Hmm. Might have to reconsider dumping the adulterer after all. He could come in useful with nappy-changes.
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