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Printed Itinerary for Z

When I was younger, I used to gloss over the itineraries provided by travel agencies. Fast forward to today, since most of our trips were free and easy, there was no itinerary except for a trusty excel template.

Z asked many questions and repeated questions about the trip. So much so that I decided to make him his very own version of the itinerary. It would save my breath from telling him what we would be doing from day to day, where we would be staying and more.

I was so happy whenever he asked me anything about the trip that I could tell him, “Go read your itinerary!”

A 2pp Tri-fold itinerary   

 

The feedback for this from a parent’s point of view was awesome. Z stopped asking me repeated questions and had a very good idea of the itinerary. He went as far as to tell his preschool teacher and friends about it. His teacher noted that he remembered many details by heart. It showed how he was able to grasp a big picture when he was passionate about something. Didn’t we always? 

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Gearing up for P1

1. Logistics – Following my posts on P1 preps, I guessed we had sorted out the necessities such as bag, books, uniforms, shoes and labelling from the very start. I had started shopping and preparing these in mid/late Oct and was sufficiently ready by mid Nov. Even if I had really missed out anything, it would be a case of ignorance, rather than a lack of consideration.

2. Academic – To me, as long as Z could read, write and talk, that was sufficient preparation for primary school. As long as he was consistent and knew that his primary role was to pay attention in school, we were really chill on that. I really wanted him to enjoy primary school for as long as he could before the grind of studying get to him.

3. EQ – Leveraging on TV programs which showcased primary school lives, real life stories of his older friends in primary school and our own experiences, we prepped Z on possible scenarios of making friends, bullying, thefts and tricky situations involving money.

Helping my son to make new friends within his class & school was probably the best gift I could prepare for his primary school. He now looked forward to seeing his new playmates at class.

Regarding money, I reiterated that he should not spend on unnecessary items such as snacks and sugary drinks which would make him fat, waste money and potentially make him fall sick. All savings would go towards his toys’ fund. He decided he would bring packet milo from home since it cost 60cents to buy from NTUC and 90cents to buy from school. In a serious manner, he asked if he had to pay the 60cents to me. My in laws suggested to him to bring sandwich to school and pocket the allowance wholly. ๐Ÿ˜‚

I reminded him not to borrow money or buy stationery. I also prepped him on what happened if his friends wanted to borrow money and if he should lend money to friends who did not return money.

Alerting my son on the possibilities of meeting bullies got him to think about what to do if older kids try to take his money or beat him up. He discussed with us on what he should do and where he should run such as running to hide, or running to his friends, to the canteen vendors or the school’s office. He deduced that he ought to go to the office, inform the teacher and let his teacher inform the bully’s teacher, who might in turn inform the principal and who would make the decision if it should be reported to police. ๐Ÿ˜‚

He was concerned about what if he was not able to buy food. I taught him to decide if he wanted to eat rice or noodles for the day. If he picked rice, then start thinking if he wanted Malay rice or Chicken rice. Z looked at me at said he wanted Nasi Lemak but was afraid of calling it by the wrong name. I assured him the canteen vendors would help him, so would his P5 buddy. He wondered if the canteen vendors would mistake him for a P2 and if the P5 buddy would help him till end of P1. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

He also asked if primary school teachers would be fierce and how he could make them like him. We had been having so many conversations on primary school since start of the year that I reckoned we had answered many of his doubts.

What drops from the sky?

One day, I told Z that money didn’t drop from the sky.

Z replied, “Only water drops from the sky. Rain.”

I was impressed. This boy could be the future inventor of more cold jokes.

Jumbo talk

We were having dinner at Jumbo Seafood with Mr H’s family and a guest from Japan one night. The guest was not keen to eat crabs and that dish was not ordered.

Midway through the meal, Z asked me, “Why didn’t we order crabs?”

I replied that the guest did not want to eat, so the order was not placed. We had arrived after the food order was taken. Hence, I asked if he wanted to order and we could do so.

Z hesitated and declined. He said he did not want to eat.

Five minutes’ later, he asked, “If we are not planning to eat crabs, why did we come to Jumbo for dinner? We can go other places.”

I really laughed out loud at this point. 

We ordered a crab in the end. We were deciding non-spicy options such as steamed, salted egg yolk or ginger with spring onion. The other adults had no preference so I thought of trying spring onion. As the waitress was penning down the order, Z suddenly voiced out, “I want salted egg yolk!”

While I had asked almost everyone, I forgot to ask him. He probably realized I wasn’t going to ask him and decided to speak up before the waitress sent the order to the kitchen.

I could only say I was very, very amused.

In the end, he ate the lion’s share of the crab. ๐Ÿ˜

Steamboat dinnerย 

Mr LKY had referred to steamboat as battleship in his telegram many years ago.

Our family’s version was a tad cuter. A while ago, Z confused steamboat with Facebook.

He asked us, “Are we going to eat Facebook for Chinese New Year?”

These days, he acknowledged that Facebook could only be found in Mummy’s phone. However, his slip up would stay as a family joke forever. 

It was a working night when we opted to have a mini steamboat, or more like Shabu Shabu style. I discovered dried Japanese noodles which worked well for Shabu Shabu. It was much better than the usual udon or soba.

 

Funny, random stuffs said

X:

On asking him if his grandparents had arrived at the restaurant, his reply was, “No old people.”

On asking if anyone wanted more fruits and after both Mr H and Z declined, he said, “I don’t want also.” 

~ Who taught him “also”? 

Z:

On gasping “OH MY GOD!” very loudly at a staycation, he explained, “We forgot to bring the selfie stick.”

I feel unfair

One afternoon, Z woke up from a nap and seemed out of sorts. He meddled with the room’s lock. After a while, I walked in and asked what he was doing. He did not answer but looked withdrawn.

I left the room and heard him sobbing.

I returned and he blurted, “I feel unfair.”

I wondered where that came from. He said he felt unfair that I woke X up but did not wake him up.

I explained that X cried and wet his pants in his nap. Otherwise, it had never been my practice to wake the boys up from their naps because I believed sleeping was beneficial for young children.

I also explained that life would never be seen as fair because it was impossible to treat both of them the same way due to environment, time and personality. However, we always loved both of them as much as we could. 

Z was happy with the answer.

Silly boy, of course we loved you. 

Love might not take the same form but our love would always be there for you.