tete-a-tete

dorothy is 4months and 1day already! we are still breastfeeding. jia you to me! feeling very tired BUT gotta press on! she is using theether now…very soon she can sit up and walk and run and call ma ma and…get married…waaaahhh….

i’ve return to work 1 months already! what have done so far?! gaaaah…buck up! buck up!

and

victoria…oh victoria! she is growing so fast, i think i miss a lot of action when she’s in school and i at work. i’m tempted to quit my job and stay home wiht her e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y! ahhh…her growth is driving me crazy. its like telling her whenever i goes to work…

‘mummy MUST work, so you and i can have saturday fishball noodle. so i can buy milk powder (not the china ones). so i can take taxi with you so that i can buy you storybooks…’

actually she also never ask for all the above. everything is I wanna give her, its I think that those are needed. who needs fishball noodles every saturday?!! hur hur hur!

we were at playground again…there’s a little indian girl who is literally ‘fast and FURIOUS’ she like this little energy ball that can bounce up and down and not scared of anything. can play very wild. climb up and down the chin up bar, swing here and there, even i very worried for her and she’s FURIOUS! she always scream and cry and kick her legs or YOU if doesn’t get her way. she wanted to ride victoria bicycle. can you imagine??

the first time – i have to talk very loudly to her cuz she don’t wanna hear me! i keep saying ‘XXXX take turns! take turns!’ ‘wait! Your turn next’ ‘only 2 round each person’. i kept praising her whenever she give it up for vic’s turn and finally when i cannot tahan i told her ‘victoria is going home’ she clung on the bicycle and scream and ultra throw tantrum pattern all come out – scream, kick, wanna wack my dear victoria, roll on floor…so hiong! i told vic its not right to scream and be angry anywhere, and we shoiuld all take turn blah blah blah…at home, vic will told me ‘XXXX cry in the playground.’, ‘i wanna share my bicycle with XXXX.’ i say very good, let’s share with her.

but that was 3weeks ago…of course that pass weeks was as above.

today, XXXX is able to share and can return to let vic ride without any problem. i continue to praise her whenever she alight from the bicycle, although i very scared she kee-siao again. victoria LOVES to share with her. met a lady with a son. she commented that victoria is very good with sharing. i feel so proud *ahem* ok ok be humble, be humble. typical sporean me, to shy about it just say,’ya lah, you know lah, kids need constant reminder non stop. ‘walau, i just can say thank you and full stop isn’t it?!

i realised my girl is growing so fast when she attempted the usual slope saying, ‘mummy, no need to hold me’ *sob*sob* she sttempted not only once but many times. the mini slope are a big thing for her okay. she got flung out many time before BUT she NEVER cries! i is so proud of her this personality. hope she will grow into someone who’s not afraid of failing in her life.

words she use today
-in the morning, she tore the plastic off her new book from her aunty.

aunty: victoria, please throw away the plastic wrapper in the bin.

victoria took the wrapper, without complain and walk towards the bin and she pause infront of the bin and look at aunty again…

aunty: yes, throw it into the bin

victoria: cannot

aunty: yes, can throw

victoria: cannot, inside no plastic bag.

Victoria turn and walk to the kitchen and throw.

oh man! most kids prob bo chap and just throw inside the plastic-bag-less bin. aunty say she very responsible…wow! a 2.5yrs old CAN be responsible.

-dinner time (mine)
she wanna eat my food. so we both shared food. she fed me and i fed her…

victoria: we having fun? (with the ‘question’ voice)

mum: yes, we are having fun

then she smile ahhh heart melt. she use to say ‘this is funny.’ this is not funny’ to express whether she like or dislike certain thing. now she can say ‘having fun’. her brains are unstoppable.

victoria, please dun say ‘mummy i dun need you’ too soon ok…please need me for a long time.