My STAR student

Early last week, Vic told me that her class teacher was going to pick a star student from her class. I asked her if she understood what is a "star student" and then I helped elaborate on her understanding, that he or she is one who comes to school on time, submits her homework on time, clean and tidy, answers teacher and attentive in class, and also helpful and respectful of her friends and teachers, eg greeting her teacher in the morning. (Well, at least that would be MY definition if I was the class teacher, hehe... would I be considered a tough teacher?)

And to manage the little girl's expectation, in case she doesn't get picked (not that she indicated that she was hoping to. Vic, she is oh so relaxed and care-free), I told her that her friends could be very good as well, but teacher will have to pick on ONE student, the better one amongst the good ones. So, if she doesn't get picked, she don't have to be disheartened and that doesn't mean she's not good.

Last Friday, she came home and informed us that she got a little gift in the form of a box of color pencils from her teacher. Sometimes, her teacher gives her stickers but this is by far, the biggest and most significant gift. So I probed. Then she told us that she was picked star student from her class.

Wowzers!!

We are all so proud of you, Vic. Daddy was outstation and when he heard the good news, he said he had tears of joy. Popo Gong Gong, Mama Yeh Yeh, William, Daddy Mummy and God is very very proud of you, Vic!

I would like to talk about... LIZARDS

Yes, you heard me right. This is my children's blog and I would like to talk about those yucky, four legged reptile gecko!

From as young as I could remember, I would scream at the sight of lizards, or cockroaches or even big bugs and crickets. But lizards win hands down.

When I was pregnant with Victoria, I remembered many, MANY instances where these nasty lizards appeared out of no where - in the kitchen sink, behind the bottles, under the table and a few (could be the same idiot) even attempted to jump on me when I opened the house windows.

Of course I screamed for dear life, and poor Vic inside me, that must really scared the "shit" out of her (not literally). ; )

When I was pregnant with William, there were fewer, or near NONE lizards in my house, and I reminded myself to remain calm if I chance upon one - well, because I don't want my boy to grow up afraid of lizards. He will have to take over this honorable duty of removing this hybrid from our residence.

Over the years, lizards are almost non existent in our house, and whenever there is one or two who venture in from the outside world, they meet their Maker very soon. The very moment I see one, I'd sound the alarm, and if hubs is around he comes running to my rescue and the two kids stand on guard. It's a blessing that our new Cambodian maid is not afraid of lizards like her crazy madam and she has gained some brownie points by whacking them for me. ; )

This is the only lizard that I allow in the house...


I hope when Vic and Will grow older, they will not be like me - afraid of lizards. Sometimes cheeky Vic will frighten her brother by saying, "If you don't.... the lizards will come and bite you!" or "You sleep downstairs with the lizards at night" and the poor boy will go into stunt mode.

Oops I overslept!

This morning I woke at 736am with a start! Oh no! It's Wednesday, and I'm supposed to wake at the sound of my alarm at 650am, but I put it on snooze, told myself just another 10 minutes, and then dreamt that I was cooking porridge for hub's breakfast to go with his salmon last night.

Yikes. Thank God for sunshine flowing into the bedroom, and the warmth must have brought me back to reality.

Quickly I jumped up (I'm the bouncing out of bed kind), gave hubs a push or kick (I can't recall) and "pat pat" Vic up. Just then, the little boy also stirred, too early for him and that started him on the wrong footing this morning.

Vic got up, brushed her teeth refusing help from me as lau gai boy sat on my lap. Then she wore her own uniform but forgotten her panty. Thank God I saw it on my bed, haha... tied a simple pony tail for her and then I rushed down to prepare breakfast.

When I came up again, Vic managed to pacify her brother with all his toys on the floor.

After she and daddy left, I brought William up again to clean him up - to which, everything he said, "I don't want" Uh-oh... tough morning. Then I realised Vic has folded her blanket - totally abnormal! Very pleased, very pleased (mind you, this doesn't happen all the time).

As for William, what pacified him and got him to cooperate to change his clothes was the prospect of watching Toys Story 2!!

Gave him his cheese but he didn't touch it at all, after sometime, I asked him why he's not eating his cheese, and William replied "William hand dirty, not washed yet"

Am so pleasantly surprised at his response. So I brought him to the kitchen, and he said he wants fork and spoon too (to eat cheese). ; P

Another wonderful weekend at Seremban

Whenever the kids are back in Seremban, it's like heaven to them, especially Vic! She was raised there and places like Jusco and CityPark brings back sweet memories to her.

So when we were back, she didn't hesitate to have her pillow talk with Mama on the first night (I introduced the concept of pillow talk to her a year ago, because it allows a special time where we can share secrets and feelings or just giggle away - totally girly!).

The kids got to play with cousin Grace and we got to carry baby Andrew (so the next time he sees us we are not that alien to him, I hope).

Saturday night at Jusco where the kids used up their "budget" to play the arcade upstairs whilst mummy did a quick buy of few irresistable items due to the super low price and additional member discounts. So what if no plastic bag, just load it into William's trusty stroller! : )

And Mama Yeh Yeh bought the kids each a Toys Story figurine toy! Exactly the SAME as the movie's, even comes with the string at the back of Woody the cowboy. William chose the cowboy naturally, and Vic picked Jessie the cowgirl. The kids were elated and slept with the toys beside them.

On Sunday evening, Popo Gong Gong brought all four grandkids to City Park for them to feed the fishes and playground. Unfortunately the fishes were already very full from all the generous park-goers. Ahh, what the heck, the kids just enjoy throwing in pieces of bread into the lake anyway!

William holding hands with cousin Grace (love it love it love it!)
Swing high high, Vic!
Tired but still got energy to play

Loads of fun over the weekend for the kids, praise God for fine weather, and family! Mummy and Dady also got to paktor a bit watching "Eat, Pray, Love" at the cinemas (woohoo!) and did my facial too ;P

Hilarious or foul?

Awhile back the two kids were having a little "dispute" because apparently the brother was pushing the sister from what it sounds, but when I looked up the stairs, I could only see the running boy teasing the sister.

To fan out the situation, I called the kids down to eat their probiotics. William came down first, but the sister overtook him on the way, naturally. She mumbled something to him, then he responded, "Bite your bird bird!"

Oops. Did that really come out from his mouth? OM goodness!! Hahaha, I laughed. At this age, I really don't know how he learnt this, as, trust me, neither hubs nor I speak in such a way, nor does the maid nor does Victoria.

Hilarious or foul? I thought this is sooo funny. Just NOT NOT NOT when he is in his teens, and just don't translate to cantonese. ; P

Their dream cars

My Vic changes her dream car as often as she changes her socks! One day, she wants the Mitsubishi Triton 4X4, another day she says she wants the BMW. Then she aspires to drive a S-class and finally changed to BMW.

A few days back, it was the Honda and now it's back to Ferrari. I think she has to study really REALLY hard and get a high paying job and then start her fleet collection of luxury cars. :)

All these while, William loves nothing more than the Toyota. Everytime he sees a Toyota on the road, he points out excitedly and says in his own cute pronounciation, "O-do-da!!"

You ask him what car he wants, it's always the Toyota. When he sees his grandparents, he wants to sit in their Toyota. When he sees the Toyota logo, he points it out to us... William is one loyal Toyota boy. :)

The little boss

The other day as I was driving to Vic's school, with William sitted at the back, the car in front suddenly braked. I had to put on an emergency brake too, trying to do so as gently as I could so that William will not feel the sudden jerk.

But oh no, after I braked my car, a little voice came from the brake advicing me to "drive slowly, mummy!"

And on the way back from Vic's school, he reminded me to drive slowly - come on, guys, by now you'd think I'm one of those reckless speed-devil women drivers out there? No way... haha, NOT if I have junior passengers. Anyway, I convinced him that I was not that fast, in fact "mummy is very slow, see all the cars behind our car?" *grin*

Then he said, "Daddy drive fast, mummy drive slow!" Attaaa-boy!