Sharing a Miserably Tiny Piece of Cake!

Besides the daily hugging, kissing and verbal I LOVE YOUs, I have an unusual way of showing my love to mummy. Every now and then, I will come home from school with bits and pieces of "surprises" in my snack box... specially kept and reserved for her. You see, whenever I taste something nice in school (esp snacks given by my friends or from a class party), I would bring some home for mummy to try.

Just last week, there was a birthday party in class and the birthday boy's mother made a very yummy lemon cake for the celebration. I liked the cake very much and could have gobbled it up in seconds but with a little bit of self-control, I chose to save a small portion instead. I had mummy in mind and I wanted to share this tasty treat with her...

Chocolate almond crunch and "leftover" bite-sized lemon cake that I kept specially for mummy... (all homemade by my classmate's mother, who came to school and distributed them to us)

Looking at the cake, mummy felt very, very loved and thanked me many times for thinking of her. And guess what, she split the already tiny piece into half and shared it with daddy haha!! 

One of the many other stuff that I saved and brought back for mummy.... some are as tiny as crumbs haha!

Never mind if it is just crumbs that I bring back for her... it is the thought that counts! :) 

Want and Don't Want

One day, while having a meal together, I kept "stealing glances" at daddy's fish and chips (although mine was something equally unhealthy and delicious). Sensing my interest in his food, daddy offered...

Daddy: You want some of my fish?
Me: Want and don't want.
Daddy: Huh? What do you mean? Want means want. Don't want means don't want.
Me: Actually I want but I don't want to take some from you because I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat...
Daddy: *Awww*

~ The sensible thoughts of a little girl who loves and adores her daddy to bits! ~

I love him sooooooooooo much!

*at age 5 years 11 months

The Sloth

Because I'm a sloth ma...

That's the reason I gave after being repeatedly nagged by mummy for taking forever to get things done. Yes, there's a sloth in me and mummy is not very happy about this. She feels very stressed to see me doing things without the slightest sense of urgency...

- On average, I take about 1 hour to finish a meal. No matter how hungry I am or how delicious the food is (i.e my favourite food), the fastest I can finish is 30-45 minutes and the slowest... up to 2 hours, sometimes even longer! There was once, I started eating my dinner at 7pm and by the time my bowl was empty, it was close to 9.30pm... bedtime already... *yawn*

I'm not slow, I'm just savouring my food...

- I am very slow in writing and take a looooooong time to complete my homework every afternoon. Besides writing slowly stroke by stroke, I also like to daydream, walk around (very easily distracted) and dilly dally, stretching my daily homework time to the hours sometimes.

- I love it when mummy lets me bathe on my own because that's when the fun begins. I will take a looooooong and slow one... playing with water, shampoo, body shampoo (and waste a lot of them in the process). Mummy can't hurry me because I will tell her "I'm not done/clean yet".

- Every morning when we are rushing for time, I will slowly drag my feet to the bathroom, brush my teeth in slow motion, take my sweet time to fill up water in the cup (to brush my teeth), letting the water trickle slowly from the tap! I will also eat my breakfast at snail's pace and I do not seem to understand the word "late".

If I were to have a race with a sloth, I think the sloth would win.

Naughty!

Daddy and mummy noticed a sudden behavioral change in me lately. I have been rather restless (cannot sit still and always jumping around), noisy, boisterous and mischievous both at home and outside... totally different from my usual quiet and passive self.

Today, I came home from school and confessed something to mummy...

Me: Mummy, today I was naughty in school so Zhang Lao Shi scolded me and beat me (hit my palm twice with her hand).

Mummy: Huh? *shocked* What happened?

Me: I scribbled on the table with colour pencil.

Mummy: Why did you do that? You know that's wrong, right? 

Me: Yes.

Mummy: Then why did you do that??

Me: Err... I dunno, I'm just naughty lah!

Mummy: .............. then very good lah, teacher beat you!

This was probably the first corporal punishment I received in school. There might have been more but this was the first case that I reported to mummy.

See, naughty or not?

Just yesterday night, I did something that made mummy *shake head* and *roll eyes*....

I hooked a piece of partially eaten pretzel on the handle of my closet in my bedroom. It was left there the whole day and mummy only noticed it at night when she wanted to take my pyjamas from the closet

A Sweet Gesture

Three weeks ago, Ah Ma had a fall on the golf course (Ah Ma is an avid golfer even at her golden age of 72) and fractured her left wrist. That very weekend, we went back to Seremban to visit her. When I saw Ah Ma's hand in a cast, I showed my sympathy and "sayang-ed" her hand a few times.

The following day, after we have returned home to PJ, I did something really cute and funny. I kept blowing kisses out of the window and said "These kisses are for Ah Ma. I hope Ah Ma will catch them!" Later, I told mummy that I wanted to make a card for Ah Ma. Since it was already quite late at night, mummy just brushed off my idea and told me to do it the next day.

The next day (when mummy had totally forgotten about the card), I did it on my own. I cut a piece of A4 paper into a small card and wrote the following words...

Mummy found the word Ah Mu hilarious LOL!

I asked for the spelling for "draw", "card" and "Ah Ma" but must have heard wrongly or written wrongly thus "Ah Ma" became "Ah Mu". Mummy then helped me with another more proper card.

Girl at work... mummy was very, very happy and proud of my sweet gesture and initiative to cheer Ah Ma up

My writing... mummy spelled almost all the words for me except for my own name and I Love You

The front: Polka dots and stickers

The back: A picture of me, Ah Ma, a cat, a mountain with flowers, a tree, a sun and a rainbow

When the card was done, I picked an envelope, placed the card inside and helped mummy to affix 2 stamps on it. I also personally dropped the letter into the post box just outside our home.

Surprisingly, Pos Malaysia was super fast and efficient! Ah Ma received my card the following morning (in just over 24 hours!) She was so surprised and delighted to see my card that all her pain and agony melted away instantly! Happy Ah Ma = Happy Me :)

Gently stroking Ah Ma's bandaged hand during our 2nd visit last weekend. Ah Ma is feeling better now... with the cast taken off

Expressions

There's never a dull moment with me around. Mummy brought me out for lunch last Friday and while waiting for our orders to arrive, I entertained her with my multitude of expressions...

The good-girl look

Happy

Sad *cry*

Excited

What??? *Shocked*

ANGRY!

Tada!

Whatever...

Bored...

Engrossed

Hungry.....

Bullied!

Something happened at the indoor playground in The Curve today. I was playing happily on the slide with another girl, a very sweet and pretty little girl who was about the same age as me. While sitting side by side on the platform at the top of the slide, the both of us did nothing and just smiled at each other. Suddenly, this little girl put her hands on my shoulders and started shaking me violently. Before mummy could come and pull me away (she was standing quite a distance away), she witnessed something even more horrifying... this little girl started hitting me and slapping me on my face a few times like a possessed little demon! What a crazy kid!

Mummy was fooled by the sweet, innocent look of the little girl, who turned out to be an aggressive and abusive bully! And what did silly me do? I just sat there and grinned at her without retaliating or trying to walk off. Silly, silly me! I was too timid to react! Sigh...

This incident shocked and angered mummy so much, she *embarrassed and sorry to admit* taught me something really bad... "WHY DIDN'T YOU HIT HER BACK??" Okay, she didn't really mean it but she was really enraged by the bully's attitude. She almost wanted to tell the little girl's mummy off, who was sitting nearby reading a book, totally unaware of the drama her daughter has created. Mummy, being timid herself (hah!), just did not want to create a scene there.

This is the playground where it happened (pic taken 2 months ago)

Daddy and mummy are deeply worried now. I have been too protected all this while, I don't know how to fend for myself. The least I could do was to walk away but I didn't. How???

I'm a Kiasu Girl

Lately, I am getting more and more kiasu (afraid of losing). I like to be the No. 1 in everything that I do. I hate losing (in a game) and I dislike my mistakes to be pointed out.

- In a game, whenever I sense that I'm about to lose, I will quickly declare "I want to be the loser in this game!" When I really lose, I will gleefully say "See, I told you I want to be the loser". What a cunning way to "save face"!

- When walking towards the car or a door, I will quicken my footsteps, as if in a race, and quickly touch the car or door while proudly announcing "I reach first!" The same goes when we are walking down the stairs (of my school) where I always want to reach the ground first. Sometimes I would even walk down two steps at a time! Knowing how dangerous this is, mummy has to keep reminding me that she will let me win.

-I don't quite like being told that I'm wrong. Whenever I make mistakes, I will try to defend it with excuses. Sometimes my excuses can be quite logical, although not necessary applicable, like this instance...

Me: Mummy, mummy... I can spell "book".

Mummy: Spell...

Me: B-O-O-C

Mummy: Huh? Wrong! Spell again. *knowing that I know the correct spelling*

Me: B-O-O-C lah. Can use C also because C also has the /k/ sound ma...

Mummy: .............

The girl who is afraid to lose

If only I'm this kiasu in my studies in the near future...

50 Months Old

I am 50 months old today. Here are some random facts about me...

1. At 110cm, I have outgrown this EnfaMama height chart. Time to switch to a taller height chart!

My first height measurement taken on this chart was in Dec 2007. At 16 months old, I was 81cm tall.

2. Like most kids, I am crazy over stickers.

One of the victims of my obsession... my wardrobe door

3. I love to eat Scott's Emulsion - the white, original one and I always insist on licking the spoon clean.

Yum-yum... it's spoon-licking good!

4. I hate soft, mushy and pungent fruits like mango and durian (but bananas and papayas are acceptable to me).

5. I am afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, no thanks to its villainous appearances in The 3 Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids etc. Besides the Big Bad Wolf, I am actually quite fearless, fearing basically nothing!

6. My best friend is an old man... my dear Gung-gung. I told mummy "Do you know that my best friend is Gung-gung?"

Sticking to Gung-gung like a leech!

7. I am a Little Miss Messy, much to mummy's chagrin (because she is a neat freak).

The perpetual clutter on my desk.

8. My favourite hypermarket is Giant and the reason is obvious... they have FREE kiddy rides! Everytime mummy goes grocery shopping, it has got to be at Giant.

Giant Kota Damansara... my weekly "hang-out" place because it has the nicest and most decent-looking FREE kiddy-rides in town

9. The clothing that I'm wearing now are a few sizes up... for 8-9 year olds. I can even fit into some adult tees, like this Little Miss Sunshine t-shirt. I spotted it in one of the stalls in a mall and kept pestering mummy for it. It is a must-have because I love Little Miss Sunshine and yellow is my favourite colour!

Wearing an adult tee as a mini-dress

10. I am a very cheerful and easy-going child. I am quite obedient, co-operative and helpful at home. Unreasonable temper-tantrums are rare and almost non-existent.

Daddy and mummy are truly blessed to have a good child like you. We hope you will always stay this way. Muacksss!

Moved to Tears

For the very first time, daddy and mummy witnessed a very emotional and compassionate side of me while I was watching a movie called Barbie as Rapunzel on Channel 616 (Cartoon Network) last night.

(Pic taken from Google image)

Surprisingly, I could understand the storyline very well. I was completely absorbed in the movie and sat through the entire show. Halfway through, when Gothel destroyed Rapunzel's paintbrush and paintings and transformed her bedroom into a tall tower, I cried out "NO, NO!! I don't want that to happen! I don't want to watch anymore! I don't want to watch anymore". I was so worked-up and agitated, I wept silently.

Poor thing... noticed the drop of tear on my chin?

Mummy had to console me and tell me that it's only a story while daddy comforted me and told me to wait for the happy ending. After watching the happy ending, I got my smile back :)

Shy, Quiet and Timid

... that's how my teacher described me at my school's first Parents-Teachers Conference today. Daddy and mummy were not a bit surprised. I have been really timid and quiet to the point of being misunderstood as being rude and ill-mannered at times, especially when I refuse to greet people or respond to questions asked.

While I fared quite well academically, I failed badly in my social skills (which was quite expected).

Social and Emotional Development ratings:

1=weak and 4=good, I scored mostly "2"... cham mou? Mummy thinks I don't even deserve a "2" for some of the skills, esp the first few on the list.

I also brought some books home...

Exercise books, workbooks and progress report

Colouring:

My latest colouring trend is to make everything as colourful as possible. According to my teacher, I curi this idea learned this rainbow-style colouring from a classmate.

Insets for Design (shapes):

Ellipse (left pic) and quatrefoil (right pic)... the vocab used is quite advanced. I just taught mummy what a quatrefoil is *mummy shy only*

Phonic Tracing (writing):

My handwriting is legible (but needs improvement) and my colouring... way too horrible. *mummy shakes head*

Drawing:

My lousy scribblings. I can't draw at all :(

Science:

My Science scrapbook is filled with all sorts of interesting materials like real fish scales, feathers, egg shells, foot print etc.

From the progress report, daddy and mummy now have a clearer idea of what I have been learning in school... Languages, Mathematics, Science, Moral, Music and Movement, Sensorial activities, Gross and Fine Motor Skill activities, Personal Safety, Physical Exercise etc.

Some of the Creative Activities:

Some of the Practical Life activities:

Some of the snacks that we prepare in our Cooking Class:

Recently, there was a a simple evaluation on the following topics:

I scored full marks for all :)

Teacher's comment:

- Shy and silent most of the time.

- Seldom speaks to the teachers.

- Needs to be prompted to answer/participate during Circle Time.

- More confident when paired up with another child while working on certain tasks.

- Rather be a keen observer than participating, esp during Conversation Time.

- No problems getting along with classmates.