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Every Tues, Wed and Thurs I drive Ian to my in law’s house after school. Sometimes I feel like it’s a boring ride all the way to Subang, but these days, my boredom has been filled with my little boy telling me stories and little discoveries aside from the part where he nags me to stop by Petronas just after the Subang exit of the NKVE to buy him a toy car. That, my readers, I try to avoid each time, but to no avail.
Yesterday, in the car, with him in his car seat at the back, we passed a Sony Van with the picture you see below painted on the sides advertising its BRAVIA range of LCD and our conversation went like this:
Ian: Mummy, can you see the blue, red and yellow fishes on the van?
Mummy: Yes, that’s the advertisement for Sony’s BRAVIA LCD range.
Ian: Yeah!!! See the tail, so long!
Mummy: Yes.
Ian: Mummy, Sony TV is good.
Mummy: Pardon me?
Ian: Yeah, Sony TV and Sony Camera is very good!
And so this is what my 3 year old thinks of Sony. Spoken like as if he was an ambassador for Sony. geez, I don’t think he would to take over my Nikon now.
….and surprisingly, I managed to find them in the mini mart at my office. Not easy to find Kraft Marshmallow.
Ooo yummy!
This weekend was spent mostly at home. Since we bought some “safe to play” plastercine from the mall, Ian was all hyped up, and so we took our plastic board out to do some art and crafts.
Didn’t manage to snap much photos, but I thought this little tree was a good impression of what Ian’s idea of a tree is.
This is a funny post.
I normally go back to my mom’s for lunch whenever she’s looking after Ian. Today she was out earlier and decided to get me a packet of Fish Ball soup noodles. She is a “soupy” person, and never have I seen her ordered Dry noodles (the type that is dry and with a dash of black sauce and other sauces), today was a little different. She bought me Dry noodles with Fish ball soup. She’s great! I love her!
While preparing it for me, I get Ian all cleaned up for lunch, she told me, she hadn’t the slightest idea why she ordered Dry noodles for me, when she keeps telling me to eat more “white and less dark coloured food” (that’s another issue that I won’t even start on!). No, she’s not being racist, after all her son-in-law is a darker shade. She tried to wash away the sauces from the noodles but to no avail. So, it was leftovers for dinner, Mui Choy & Chicken and plain white rice. I’m fine with that.
She had prepared Ian some porridge, and was about to spoon him the first one, when he said “Eh, pohpoh, this is not rice! I want to eat rice!”. So there goes mom spooning out some of the leftover rice and some chicken, and the porridge was left untouched.
Lunch was great, had my fruits. Then came the horror, washing up.
Note: My mom has this habit of using a small plate to carry hot bowls of soup.
In the sink:
Porridge – 1 big 1 small = 2 dishes
Ian’s rice – 1 bowl = 1
Dry noodles - 1 soup 1 bowl 1 plate = 3
2 Leftover rice - 2 bowls 2 plate = 4
Mui choy chicken – 1 bowl 1 plate = 2
Cut chili n soysauce – 1 saucer = 1
My lunch – 1 dinner plate = 1
Fork/spoon – 1 set = 2
Porcelain spoon / chopsticks - 1 spoon 1 pair of chopsticks = 2
Ian’s soup in a cup = 1
Ian’s spoon = 1 porridge 1 rice = 2
Total: 14 dishes (mixed sizes), 1 cup, 2 spoons, 1 pair of chopsticks, 1 fork, 2 kiddo spoons
We have a slight problem here. We’ve been buying too many cars / toys for Ian and now, each time we go out, he expects us to buy him something. Something’s gotta be done, before we get chased out of our house by his toys!
It all started when we went shopping during the weekend, and I bought Ian a FisherPrice “shake and rattle” car. Cost me RM 35 after a discount. Loves it to bits because he didn’t allow the cashier to place it in the bag. So he carried it around while we continued shopping. Until we met daddy. Daddy’s first words were… “Another car?”
I knew I was doomed. A nice long lecture would be coming my way and I just braced myself for it. It did come and we did the “talk” like most adults did. Darren’s reasons were, “It’s okay to get him a toy now and then, but what happens when it gets out of hand?.” “He will never cherish his toys.”
Okay, ’nuff said, I’m a shop-a-holic. I can’t help it if it’s something that Ian really likes, I just love to see the smile on him when he gets a new toy! My bad.
After coming up with ways and how-to’s the whole afternoon, I remembered both my friends Jenn and Andrea using the Rewards Chart thingy so that their children will work towards the toy that they wish for. Yesterday I spent some time trying to find some online Rewards Chart to download or I can just print it and use it. Found one finally which was supposedly for “potty training” but I altered it a little and looks kinda personalized now.
Explained to Ian how it works, like how keeping all his toys before taking another set out to play, or when he finishes his meal all by himself, or finishing a few pages of colouring will earn him a “Star” that will be stuck onto his chart.
The result? Dinner was finished in a jiffy!
After sending my dad to the airport and reaching home close to 11pm, Ian was a little sleepy and it was way past bedtime, when he came up to me and Darren and said “Mummy daddy, I want to draw you a picture!”.
Took his marker pen, found a paper and drew this.
The one on the left is supposed to be me, cause he’s used to seeing me applying blusher on my cheeks. The right one is definitely daddy.
