Marina Barrage & Mao's Words of Wisdom

Was it a nice place?

Well, its okay - a relatively safe place for kids to run and play and best of all its FOC.

Did Mao had fun? Of cos he did, he was fascinated by the kites in the skies, sustainable sinagapore museum and the water playground.

Would we go again? Sure, but not when the sun is scorching like ytd....

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MAO'S WORDS OF WISDOM

On our way to church, we saw a sparrow. Trying hard to educate my son on mother nature, I told my son, look mao, a sparrow.

Bunster: So, can a sparrow fly?

Maoster: Yes! A sparrow can fly!

Bunster: So what other animals fly?

Maoster: Smiling happily. Other sparrows

I hope he's trying to be cheeky and not that of a sparrow sized brain....

Both 31....

At 31 years old, I realised that I am no where near I am supposedly imagined to be....

I can't quite iron my own clothes, keep my house clean or pack my luggage when I am on a trip alone.

I cannot park parallel and still thinks that fast food are one of the best foods on earth.

I would lick my finger cleaned and doesn't see the point of washing my hands and feet when I get home.


I get cranky when people wake me up in the middle of my sleep and I get really excited over birthday celebrations, weddings etc.


At 31 months, Maoster still refused to tell me when he needs to poo and pee.

He still runs to our bed in the middle of the night if we put him on his own bed.

He laughs over silly cartoons and loves to pretend he is a dog.

He can't stand wearing a bib and he goes crazy when you say ICE CREAM.


I mean, we're both 31. Hey we're the same lah!

Maoster at 31 months. Still so cute right?

Why are phonics so " in" nowadays?

Maoster: I eat my egg.

Bunster: Oh that's really nice.

Maoster: I eat my egg! I eat my egg! I eat my egg!

Bunster: Yups, I know, its so yummy?

Maoster: I eat my egg!

Bunster: Okay, you are so LOR SOR... need to repeat so many times.

Maoster: I eat my egg.

He touches his head.

Maoster: Ouch!

Bunster: OH! You HIT YOUR HEAD.

Now you know why phonics are so popular. Speak clearly lah son, I would have plant you a kiss earlier!

No need so petty lah son. Speak clearer next time lah. Don't hmph me lah.

Had an [UN]-Mother's Day?

The air up there - the three musketeers making their way up there!

It's a mother's day weekend.

In order to celebrate this widely celebrated occassion, we (my mom, my bro & sis in law and us) decided to have dinner together. But before that, we decided to bring the kids out to play at Fidgets.


The place was heaven to them all, espacially to Maoster for the set up play area are full of his "ninja warrior" training equipments!


There was the climbing up the slope, the crawling under the tunnel, the walking across the shaky bridge, the steep and long tunnel and the slides and the ball room.


I spent the next 2 hrs running after that little imp (cos he was the smallest person there) as he went on stations and stations with his "never say die" attitude. Then, there was the looking out for him as older kids ran past him as if he was transparent. And then I had to be the mobile water dispenser as he would run to me and say Mummy, drink water!


I was glad when another parent standing beside me tells me that this place thankfully closed at 6pm!


Then at the restaurant, he refused to change his diaper and created such a big fuss! So I (my poor Aung is always too gentle to pinned him down) had to do the thankless job.


For dessert, all kids get a scoop of chocolate ice cream of which 10% was on Mao's shirt and pants. Another 10% was smeared all over his face.


After play and dinner, Maoster decided it was end of the day for him and slept on the way home.


I had to change him into his PJ, towel him clean and after that I quickly scrambled to bed to call it a day.


This morning he woke me up and say... Mummy! Go Ninja Playground?


Hmmmmm can I have a UN-MOTHER's DAY. SHHHHHHH I DUN EXIST TODAY okay?


The bridge towards more fun!

For the Father I wished I had...

Blessed Birthday 汤爸爸!

You have been a blessing to me and my family! God bless you and your family!

Aung words of wisdom and why Mao is truly my son.

WORDS OF WISDOM
We were walking down my mom's block to get newspaper when Aung exclaimed:
Aung: Did you see that!
Bunster: Oh my goodness... why would someone throw their used sanitary pad out of the window to be on the floor!
Aung: I mean... do girls changed their pad in the living room near the window?
Bunster: Ha ha ha... I dunno, maybe emergency... Have to change like NOW!
Aung: It's dangerous to walk down the flat.
Bunster: But, honestly I dun really know WHY ON EARTH WOULD PEOPLE THROW DOWN THE PAD! HUH? YOU KNOW? TELL ME? WHY? SO SILLY RIGHT?
Aung: They are testing if the WINGS work.

MAO's MINE

I've always complained that my son apart from his cheeky overloads has more of Aung's genes (minus temper). He likes his vegetables, refused junks, throw fries away and will beg for carrots. I always feel that I would have greater joy eating out with him if he liked what I like ( AKA fried food). However I am glad to announce that MAO's MINE becos that day he was sleeping and...

Mao asleep and he cried in his dream: " LET MAO MAO EAT! PLEASE LET MAO MAO EAT!"
Aung and I woke up to see this boy of mine sleep talking - Aung says, That's your son for sure now! :)