All About Your Child

It dawned onto me yesterday that my boys could hang their own clothes years ago, yet have not learned how to operate the washing machine!
Alas!
I taught them the harder chore first before the easier one. *laugh*
What a mummy!

So yesterday, the boys finally learned how to switch on the washing machine, which buttons to press, how many times should they press on each button and what buttons NOT to press too!
How much laundry will fit the washing machine and how much detergent to use as well.

Allan and I are slowly letting go of our duties and handing over to our boys, which in my opinion is considered slow compared to my progress when I was their age.

However, that’s me, not them.
Every child is different. Every child learns at different pace. I always believe that kids should be taught new things when they are ready, mentally and physically.

Watching them putting the laundry into the washing machine, taking them out one at a time (after the load has been washed), laying them on the bamboo, securing them with clothes pegs and finally lifting the bamboos up to the holders… every step they made just warms my heart.
My boys are growing up so fast and well.
I glad I didn’t miss their milestones and had been there to watch them grow over the past 9 years.

Being a Stay-At-Home-Mum for 9 years now…. Totally worth it!

The tiring days as a Primary 5 kid (last year) and the dreadful PSLE (this year) made me lose mood to blog.
I did not want my blog to be all sad and gloomy the whole time, so I rather not ‘talk’.
It was both an emotionally and physically tiring months…weeks…days.

My sky-falls-down-like-blanket-covering Kitkit seldom laugh out loud anymore.
But today…… yes at night, I finally see the happy Kitkit again when we went to Chinatown for a stroll.
Babbling his crow-flying-jokes and nonsensical topics …

This one is my favourite:

Kitkit used his knee to press the big round button at the traffic light.
He lost his balance and hit his knee against it instead.
Kitkit: “Ouch Ouch Ouch….” grabbing his knee
Me: “Kitkit, don’t you think its weird doing that?”
Kitkit: “Mummy did you know that people who have the least number of friends and are weird are usually the smartest in the world?”
Me: “So are you saying you are going to continue doing weird stuff?”
Kitkit: “Ya!”
Me: “Since that makes you one of the smartest in the world, why is your school results ‘like that’ leh?”
Kitkit: “So long as I don’t get a U-grade, I don’t care. Studying in school is just not my thing. Look at Einstein with that crazy stick-tongue-out facial expression and Vincent van Gogh, who cut off his own ears. They are weird. But they are so smart!”
Me: Save my breath on repeating lengthy lectures….
*eyes rolled*

I know too many people that are school dropouts but are so successful in life now.
So, I am not gonna argue either.
However, with his attitude towards studies and PSLE, I can only cross my fingers and toes and arms and whatever that is cross-able….that he will get a seat in Secondary School.

Good Luck my little weird son.

Kids Talk : Why I Don’t Care About My Studies