That was what S said when she spotted me in my black sandals with a beautiful strip of sparkling diamonds. I was all dressed in a black dress which had a string of sparkling stones adorning the neckline. The shoes really matched the outfit. Apparently S thought so too!
It would have been alright if the admiration had been contained just to those few complimentary words. But it went a little beyond that. It soon got translated to -
"I want your shoes". With a little indulgent smile I shook my head. But she was persistent. Since I had 5 mins before I had to head out Iet S try on my sparkly shoes. She looked really cute in the heels, constantly trying to maintain her balance.
It wod have been too much to expect if it had ended there. S refused to return my shoes to me! She told me to wear my day wear white sandals which were totally inappropriate. And she knew it was too because she said it with a sly smile. Any amount of cajoling didn't work. In the end I had to literally snatch them off her feet and feel like a heel for doing so. She threw a big tantrum and DD had to intervene and console her with the promise that he would buy her another pair in the morning.
When she woke up in the morning, she said, "I want to buy new shoes" and pointing at my sparkly pair she added, "and I want it just like this one"!
At least you can't fault her taste :)
Monday, March 8, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
My first parent teacher conference
I was a little bit anxious before I went to S's school this morning. This was the first formal parent teacher meeting that was scheduled and was just meant to provide me with an update on how S is settling in school now that she's completed 6 weeks.
I was worried that her teacher would tell me that S was not doing well or there was something she needed to improve upon. Also, I was secretly hopeful that her teacher would tell me that S was a child prodigy and she was already ahead of her class. As to be expected, it was neither of the two. Everything is fine. Just fine.
S is settling in well. She is making friends with the kids, even older children. Apparently, she's quite popular with the older kids as she likes to observe what they're doing but doesn't trouble them. Her teacher said S is always busy during school and keen to do her activities. She's rarely idle or waiting to be told what to do.
Whenever we ask S what she did at school, she always says 'cutting and pasting' and 'sewing'. Her teacher clarified this morning that she does other activities as well and maybe she doesn't mention it because she doesn't know what to call them. That's a relief.
Her Chinese teacher was very happy with her. She said that S says Goodbye and Good Morning in chinese very happily and repeats all the words that she's taught. Where other children need encouragement to try to speak a different language, S always responds. Her teacher was very satisfied with that.
Her class teacher also mentioned that S participates in the group activities. When they ask the group questions, S will put up her hand in response even though she's relatively new to class. And when the teacher asks her to elaborate she gives a shy smile but doesn't always answer. She's the youngest in her class and has been there for less than 2 months so it's quite good that she's actively engaging during the group sessions.
I have to say thanks to Choxbox for introducing the montessori philosophy to me through her blog. I'm really glad that I've sent S to a montessori school. She's enjoying it and I really buy in to their education philosophy.
All in all, everything's just dandy.
I was worried that her teacher would tell me that S was not doing well or there was something she needed to improve upon. Also, I was secretly hopeful that her teacher would tell me that S was a child prodigy and she was already ahead of her class. As to be expected, it was neither of the two. Everything is fine. Just fine.
S is settling in well. She is making friends with the kids, even older children. Apparently, she's quite popular with the older kids as she likes to observe what they're doing but doesn't trouble them. Her teacher said S is always busy during school and keen to do her activities. She's rarely idle or waiting to be told what to do.
Whenever we ask S what she did at school, she always says 'cutting and pasting' and 'sewing'. Her teacher clarified this morning that she does other activities as well and maybe she doesn't mention it because she doesn't know what to call them. That's a relief.
Her Chinese teacher was very happy with her. She said that S says Goodbye and Good Morning in chinese very happily and repeats all the words that she's taught. Where other children need encouragement to try to speak a different language, S always responds. Her teacher was very satisfied with that.
Her class teacher also mentioned that S participates in the group activities. When they ask the group questions, S will put up her hand in response even though she's relatively new to class. And when the teacher asks her to elaborate she gives a shy smile but doesn't always answer. She's the youngest in her class and has been there for less than 2 months so it's quite good that she's actively engaging during the group sessions.
I have to say thanks to Choxbox for introducing the montessori philosophy to me through her blog. I'm really glad that I've sent S to a montessori school. She's enjoying it and I really buy in to their education philosophy.
All in all, everything's just dandy.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Baby in the tummy
I was feeding S by the pool the other day when she piped up with a shocker.
" mama, do you have baby in your tummy?"
&$@!)-&
Where on earth did that come from. So I calmly told her that no there was no baby in my tummy. Then I remembered that I was telling her about a friend who was pregnant and had described her as such. So serves me right.
It's just that in our friend circle everyone is expecting and we keep getting asked on when we're planning our second. It's almost like everyone's waiting for an announcement. So much so that I feel conscious when I decline to have a glass of wine as I suspect everyone will start speculating that I'm pregnant! But I just didn't expect the same question on my own home turf :).
After that we started asking S if she wanted a baby bro/ sis and having fun at her expense because her reaction, when we told her she would have to share her room and toys with the baby, was priceless. Poor thing.
" mama, do you have baby in your tummy?"
&$@!)-&
Where on earth did that come from. So I calmly told her that no there was no baby in my tummy. Then I remembered that I was telling her about a friend who was pregnant and had described her as such. So serves me right.
It's just that in our friend circle everyone is expecting and we keep getting asked on when we're planning our second. It's almost like everyone's waiting for an announcement. So much so that I feel conscious when I decline to have a glass of wine as I suspect everyone will start speculating that I'm pregnant! But I just didn't expect the same question on my own home turf :).
After that we started asking S if she wanted a baby bro/ sis and having fun at her expense because her reaction, when we told her she would have to share her room and toys with the baby, was priceless. Poor thing.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I am a big girl now
S is in love with my make up. Every morning she loves watching me as I get ready for work. I
Her favourite is my lipstick which she fondly calls "lip lip". Whenever she's wanted to play with stuff I've not said much until she turned up with her lips covered in eye concealer because she'd mistaken my concealer for lip lip.
After that incident I decided to put a stop to all this playing by telling her that she could only get my make up once she was a big girl. But it's a cute sight when I see her stretching on her toes and trying to prove to me that she's a big girl. Every time we remind her that she needs to do stuff herself because she's a big girl she promptly pipes up with "can i have your lip lip now, I am a big girl now".
She is a big girl now. Too big intact. Has someone got a time capsule?
Her favourite is my lipstick which she fondly calls "lip lip". Whenever she's wanted to play with stuff I've not said much until she turned up with her lips covered in eye concealer because she'd mistaken my concealer for lip lip.
After that incident I decided to put a stop to all this playing by telling her that she could only get my make up once she was a big girl. But it's a cute sight when I see her stretching on her toes and trying to prove to me that she's a big girl. Every time we remind her that she needs to do stuff herself because she's a big girl she promptly pipes up with "can i have your lip lip now, I am a big girl now".
She is a big girl now. Too big intact. Has someone got a time capsule?
Lion dance
With Chinese new year being celebrated everywhere, squiggles' school couldn't be far behind. Tomorrow I head there to join in the celebrations. Have to take a day off and feel a bit resentful not because I don't want to go but because feel that being one of the newbie moms at school I may be conned into attending when everyone else has already figured out that there's no need to attend!
Sounds a bit mental I know.
Well the point of writing was to highlight that S was a bit scared at the prospect of watching the lion dance even though she knows there are 2 uncles inside it :). Normally she's excited about going to school but all day she has been trying to figure out how she can get out of it!
Trying out blogpress from my iPhone today. Let's see if it works.
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Sounds a bit mental I know.
Well the point of writing was to highlight that S was a bit scared at the prospect of watching the lion dance even though she knows there are 2 uncles inside it :). Normally she's excited about going to school but all day she has been trying to figure out how she can get out of it!
Trying out blogpress from my iPhone today. Let's see if it works.
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
My singing days are over
Really. They are. I remember Moppet's Mom wrote a post long back about how Moppet wouldn't fall asleep one day and she realised that the moment she stopped singing, little Moppet was snoozing away to dreamland (now I'm too lazy to find that post and link up to it, sorry).
In my case, it was something similar but not as subtle. If I remember correctly, Moppet's Mom deduced that it was the singing that was preventing the baby from falling alseep. In Squiggle land, it was a bit more clearer. It was VERY clear actually.
I mean how can you mis-interpret 'No singing'. That's really clear isn't it. When your 22 month old says loudly at bed time 'No singing', and she says it right when you start singing, then I guess even the dumbest of moms would get it. The 'No singing' was meant for me!!!
Again I'm too lazy to link up, but in the early days, I had done a post raving about benefits of being a mom, one of which was the privilege of being able to sing without anyone asking me to shut up. Guess that was short lived! It only took 22 months :).
In my case, it was something similar but not as subtle. If I remember correctly, Moppet's Mom deduced that it was the singing that was preventing the baby from falling alseep. In Squiggle land, it was a bit more clearer. It was VERY clear actually.
I mean how can you mis-interpret 'No singing'. That's really clear isn't it. When your 22 month old says loudly at bed time 'No singing', and she says it right when you start singing, then I guess even the dumbest of moms would get it. The 'No singing' was meant for me!!!
Again I'm too lazy to link up, but in the early days, I had done a post raving about benefits of being a mom, one of which was the privilege of being able to sing without anyone asking me to shut up. Guess that was short lived! It only took 22 months :).
Tagged!
Tagged by Leaving1302 and forced to shake off my inertia and come out of hibernation :). I am to share five things I love about being a mom. Ah, this should be easy..........
1. I love being a mom because I have my own little doll to play with. She provides me with full time entertainment. There is never a dull moment in the house. I look forward to coming home after work each evening and being surprised by something I could never have imagined.
2. Being a mom has taught me to appreciate the smaller things in life. I have re-discovered the joy of spotting the moon and exclaiming over it; looking for a red bus on the road and marvelling at its size; pretending to heal a hurt with a kiss.... I look at the same things but through someone else's eyes.... innocent eyes, and the world looks all different now.
3. I love being a mom because all it takes to lift me out of a crappy mood is the sound of laughter and the sunny smile that dawns on my angel's (or devil, depending on the day) face. I could be infuriated and it can all melt away, just like that.
4. I love being a mom because I get so many hugs and kisses and I mean the world to someone. It's such a great feeling when S runs across the length of the room and hugs me or decides that one kiss isn't enough and showers me with many.
5. And the best part about being a mom is that someone doesn't mind snuggling against you all night and is willing to be crushed :). There's a strong reference to someone else here!
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