Water Fun

Mr Liow took leave yesterday to get pants for Andy's wedding dinner, so we went to Vivo City.

There's a water play area near the playground. The moment the kids saw the water, they are stuck. Mr Liow had some peaceful moments selecting the pants and waiting for alteration.

Thank God I brought extras clothes (for rainy days, like these, or in case they puke on themselves).

Violent Tiger

He was randomly throwing a book and it flew right towards AN's nose. In fact, he saw AN sitting in front of him but threw it anyway. It probably wasn't random. Did he mean to aim it at his sister??

And poor AN's nose started bleeding.

OMG.....

He's getting worse each day, increasingly mean and physical.

I need wisdom to deal

Final Countdown: Day 9

He's on his way back, touching down on SQ11 at 0255hrs.

Finally.

And kids, some days are just not worth remembering.

I'm tired again. AN had a rough day yesterday, and ER had a rough night. I had a rough 24 hours shift from (only counting from midnight to midnight).

Head throbbing now but I will survive. My kids will grow up.

3 More Days: "Mummy, Sit Down!"

Terrible Two is scary, worse so when the toddler is unwell.

I haven't updated that ER had been hitting people a lot this week. He smacks whoever upsets him (in his own context)

BAD!

AN gets it most, but I'm not spared either. Lots of correction from now on before it becomes a habit. Training in progress, so please bear with us when we meet ok?

And this little tiger can get demanding too. He woke up at 3am and was very grouchy. He cried, struggled and insisted "Mummy sit up!" to nurse him when I tried to lay him down.

Each time he dozed off, I tried putting him down. But, sigh......each time his head touched the pillow, he would wake up frustrated and start demanding "Mummy sit up!"

I gave up, and carried him upright for about 2 hours before attempting to put him down. This time, he was in deep sleep and didn't wake up..

I would gladly carry him upright if he couldn't breathe but he was breathing alright. It was a random demand, first of its kind.  Please let it be due to him feeling unwell instead of a new, developing temperament.

This reminds me of those times I carried AN upright on nights when she had stuffy nose back when she was younger. She had never once demanded that I sit up. In fact, sleeping time was relatively fuss free (she sleeps through the night now so I have zero problems with her night routine).

On bad nights, she would cry, whine and fuss, but she would go to sleep when I carried her.

Having fine through 1 case of  this frightening age and living in another now (hoping it will pass soon!), I am again, convinced that girls are so much milder!

At this age, AN hit us too. But I'd pretend to cry and she would stop. She would hug and pacify me and listen when I reminded her that it was wrong to hit people. The hitting went on for a while before it stopped, and she would repeat my instructions: "No beat. It's bad."

I do the same with ER, but instead of being concerned about me like AN used to, he would walk away, unaffected. -____-" He would get upset when I try explaining to him "No beat! It's bad!", and raise his hand at me again.

Argh!

He would only panic when I smack the hand and  ignore him after repeating "No beat! It's bad!". He then pretends to cry and come sit in my lap, and hug me.

I said no beat, so I shouldn't beat him too. I'm exploring what works, but unless he gets too wild, I won't smack his hand.

Hmm...I think I still wish ER was a girl. Girls are miler and sweeter lah.

Hehe.

4 More Days: His First Poop (Disguising Picture Ahead!) + First Puke of The Month

AN was pooping and since I had to get their sleeping attire ready, I put ER on the potty to wait. I had been randomly putting him there but there hadn't been any success yet.

When I went back, ER was half squatting with an uneasy look on his face. And because he was half squatting, I saw something hanging from his bottom into the potty!

It was SHIT!

His first success, inspired by AN!


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Next, his bronchitis relapsed.

He had been dripping mucus for 3 days and is starting to cough since evening.

For now, I'm giving the usual Flixotide plus (additional dose of) ventolin with it for his airway. The last time I puffed him at 8pm, I gave 3 pumps of ventolin.

Dr Lee mentioned before, that for rescue, I can give a maximum of 4 puffs, 4 hourly.

For today, I've given only 3 puffs twice.

He choked on mucus a while ago and couldn't breath. Whenever that happens, I'm thankful the Lord gave human the gag-instinct, so we do not normally suffocate and die when fighting mucus.

As expected, ER threw up, in the sink. Thank God we got there on time!

Both kids are sleeping now. I'm crossing my fingers that tonight won't be one of those horrifying ones. Because AN is also coughing a little too.

5 More Days: When all the stars line up

...........

All urgent matters happen at the same time.

I had to settle some legal issues (will share later) and had to check for details.

Little tiger refused to let me go during their nap. When he finally did, AN woke up. She's no trouble maker, so I managed to still dig into my files. But I couldn't find what I thought I remembered was in there.

I switch on the iMac (which I hate because it senses urgency and hangs on me when they are reputed to never hang. To iMac: I really hate you, and I think you hate me too.)

Then, little tiger woke up.

He starts meddling with my keyboard, wants my mouse, screams when I told him no.

My little helper AN helped distract him with books but he didn't stay distracted long enough. He walked about, turning my wifi off, opening up playdough bottles and poured them millions of tiny pieces out. AN found something that caught his attention again, and he left his messy mission for a while.

Then I couldn't log into my email, my passwords were all wrong, I had to wait for wifi to come back and got one call after another (which I selectively answered. No time.)

While struggling with the iMac, AN announced: "Mummy, his mucus dripped onto the cards!"

Argh!

But my girl saved me by wiping his constantly dripping nose.

Then, "Mummy! He pooped!"

Argh! What next?

I had no time to change him and prayed hard his diapers do not leak.

And that little boy is a terrorist who takes his sister's kindness for granted, so I constantly hear her complaining that he hit her, snatched stuff and such. But my sweet girl let his meanness pass and continued to entertain him shortly after each fight.

I finally got things going and realized dinner wasn't in the pot! I had to rush out dinner, but thank God, AN's dinner request was fairly simple: Mac and Cheese.

And while cooking the animal-shaped pasta, I realized I had clothes in the washing machine I hadn't hung up to dry. Before I can hang them up, I had to take existing clothes off the drying poles.

Water boiling, sauce would be ready soon, kids fighting and making up, ER removing things from my drawers and flooding kitchen floor with them.

Then a call came in to say she doesn't receive my email.

-_____-"

I asked her to wait a little. Maybe the server was a little slow. My smartphone is left with 1 bar of battery but allowed me to check the email which I cc-ed to myself from Mr Liow's email. I received it, so she should too.

Finally, the kids are eating. And food tastes yummy, except that I forgot to make my own.

Sigh.......

Nevermind.

I hope rush hour is over for now. I hope the lined up stars have gone their separate ways...

5 More Days: Uniform

AN and Daddy leaves the house in their respective uniforms every weekday morning to school and work.

This week, my brother volunteered to fetch her to school. And AN found it wierd that he wore a different outfit every morning.

(In case you wonder, Andy is in the SCDF, also a uniformed organization. AN saw him in his uniform often, till his recent posting to the HQ which requires him to dress civilian for as long as he remains there.)

"Ah gu, why do you change a different shirt every day?"

That must have been a really strange question to him. Lol!



"Because no one wears the same clothes to work everyday."

But to AN, that's not right.

"But I wear the same clothes to school every morning, and daddy wears the same clothes to work too. You too, last time."

Their voices fade as the door to the lift shuts. I think my brother gets what she's asking. Hehe.