Monthly Archives: September 2014

I want more

X was 19.5 months’ old when he uttered this statement to my mom. He wanted more gummy sweets.

X was a relatively late talker when compared to Z. While Z had been enamored with Thomas the train and his first words were all related to transportation, X’s first words were namely eat, hot, more, up and no more. Of course, he could address mama, papa, nen nen (for milk, not sure who taught him), po po, ye ye, ah ma and tiah tiah (for kor kor) for the longest time. It seemed to us that his interest laid in food.

For a late talker to strong this statement, we reckoned snacks were his strongest motivation.

Celebrating 10 years of knowing each other

Amazingly, it had been 10 years since we met each other at the now defunct Partyworld KTV at Prince Hotel.

In the sweet and sometimes bittersweet 10 years, we had pledged commitments to have and to hold each other. Through good times and bad times, we had each other.

The journey seemed to be ever evolving, never the same old same old, always filled with fun and happy adventures. This was a lifetime, a family and a love we built.

On this very apt day, I came across this link and I was reminded of the humble fact of how beautifully aligned our matrimony had been.

Are you the smallest mummy?

When Z asked me that, I was not sure if he was referring to my age or my build.

It was a hilarious question.

Though I replied that I was not the shortest of all mummies, I hoped it meant I looked very young to him.

Z had started to ask more personal questions about us. For instance, why I liked to do facial, why I had a skincare regime, what I did at work and more.

He always envisioned that my work was about sitting behind a table and writing all day.

He also liked to ask what I did at meetings and why I had so many meetings a day. If I worked late, he would ask if there were other colleagues and how many people were still in office.

A model and an actor


If I always thought Z could make a spiffy model, X would probably make a good actor. He had a myriad of the cutest expressions. Look how long Z could hold out in his pose and how X had varied his expressions in the same photos.

Both boys were so similar and yet different with a twist – like a glass of Vanilla Latte Macchiato and a glass of Caramel Latte Macchiato.

X seemed to be full of quirky ideas. He liked all the toys that Z adored. He tried to be like Z but disliked being pulled into activities by Z. He was more stubborn than Z. In the area of feeding, X refused to relinquish the job of feeding to us. In many instances, X was more persistent and assertive. While we could break down Z’s defenses in the past, X was trickier.

Seemed like a long way for us to figure this one out.

To follow or to lead

Z never really had a proper 3-wheel kick scooter and we had thrusted a 2-wheel kick scooter upon him. Our explanation had been to transit him to cycling. While we were doing so, we did not anticipate X would catch on the kick scooter fever, so much so that Z wore his 2-wheel scooter out.

A few posts ago, I mentioned that we needed to get him a new kick scooter.

Since we were going to buy him a new one, we asked if he had wanted a 2 or 3 wheel scooter. Mr H had found it ridiculous to get a 3-wheel as he deemed that as regression. However, I could tell that Z really, secretly wanted a 3-wheel scooter. Given that he could balance, there was not much of a difference to use either. However, I agreed that a 2-wheel was more challenging to use.

I wanted to get his true opinion on what he really liked instead of what his parents liked. He was very hesitant to speak his mind. When he eventually shared his honest opinion, it was to get a 3-wheel scooter to be like his friends.

I posed this question to him, “Do you want to be like your friends? Or do you want your friends to be like you?”

He answered he preferred the former.

15 minutes later, I rephrased the question and asked, “Do you want to be a follower and be like others? Or do you want to be a leader for others to follow you and be like you?”

Z immediately confirmed that he wanted to stick with the 2-wheel scooter.

I guessed this would be an example I would pull out for him in future that here we were shaping him to become a special individual, with skills to stand apart from the rest and he was too preoccupied with sticking to the norm.

Play at Polliwogs

Amongst all the indoor playgrounds, my favorite was Polliwogs for its newness, the variety and most importantly, the value passes.

I felt some branches were more suitable for the preschoolers too. The rowdy primary school children tended to worry me too much about my children’s safety.

When they opened at Suntec this year, I was filled with anticipation too. Z had a special place in his heart for Polliwogs too because we did his 3rd year old birthday party at Polliwogs Robertson Walk. Those were the days when X was still in my tummy and I would take annual leave to bring Z to Polliwogs on weekday afternoons.

Crowds aside, my favorite Polliwogs would still be Robertson Walk, Vivo City, Suntec City and then East Coast Park.

Given that we purchased value passes for both kids, we should be heading down to Polliwogs more often, and to enjoy their free flow tea and coffee.




Spree and scoot

Like good old livejournal days when sprees were aplenty, I conducted a miniature version for my friends, all because I wanted to split the shipping costs.

At the same time, I recommended quite a few friends to Micro kick scooters.

Mr H commented that I helped to increase sales for Micro. To be honest, I thought the best promoter was X because he scooted so brilliantly.

We discovered a nearby carpark which was empty on weekends. X had a wonderful time scooting down slope while we had to run after him. He was supposed to learn braking but this boy had a mind of his own. He stepped on one of the front wheels to slow down the kick scooter instead of the rightful back wheel.


The spree was to get a Micro Sprite for Z. Both Mr H and I, now more educated on kick scooters, recognized the importance of a good quality scooter for safety’s reason. Z had been going so fast on his 2-wheeled scooter that the current one was not holding up well.

Meanwhile, Z had done an excellent job of cycling. He managed to complete a few circuits at the carpark, brake on slopes, cycle upslope and turn properly. If I did not recall wrongly, I only learned how to cycle on 2 wheels when I was in Primary 3 and my son had done it at half the age.

Next up was to see when X would break Z’s record.