Love Note

Hubby and I were watching TV yesterday, while H1 was watching a Barny CD on the computer. All of a sudden she came running to us, gave Hubbya little note (an old supermarket receipt), gave him a hug, and said "I love you Thaathi". Then she did the same to me.

She had scribbled on the receipt with a pen. So I asked, "What's this darling?".

H1 pointed to one side of the receipt and said, "It says 'I love you Ammi'".

Then she pointed to the other side and said, "This is 'I love you Thaathi'".

"I can write now! And I did it all (by) my self!!", she added.

It's moments like this that makes the hard job of parenting all worthwhile, don't you think?

Counting Fun

On our way back from KL, Malaysia, Hubby was trying to keep baby occupied by playing a counting game. They were counting buses.

I am extremely proud of the fact that by the age of two and a half, H1 was able to correctly count up to 10. Now that she is nearly 3 years old, she can count up to 19--well somewhat up to 19.

So, this is how the game went -- as H1 spots each bus, she would count;
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, nineteen, nineteen, nineteen, nineteen,..............................

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

We visited Malaysia again, but this time we went to Kuala Lumpur. The journey again took 5 hours by bus. We went with a friend of Hubby's from his university, his wife, and H1's imaginary friends--a cat and a dog.

H1, from time to time, would bend and pick up the cat/dog from the ground and would sometimes ask me to carry them or put them in the back-pack. She would feed them imaginary food and water from time to time as well. They stayed with us right throughout the three-day trip. I haven't seen H1 playing with the pair after we got back home. They must have got lost on the way back!! (ha ha ha)

H1 was well behaved throughout the trip (except for a couple of tantrums when she was exhausted and sleepy).

This time there were no "I want to go home," every five minutes or so. On our way back home she said "I want to go to Malaysia again!". I guess the travel-bug has finally hit her!

Because she was well behaved during the journey to KL and the following day while sightseeing, we got her a noisy Poor Bear toy (which is currently driving me nuts!) which sings part of that Aqua song, "I'm a Barbie girl." Beats me why Poor Bear is singing "I am your dolly!"

I guess H1 sort of figured that if she is well behaved, she gets a toy-- because when I asked her to "Please be a good girl," on our way back to Singapore, she had the nerve to ask me "Will you buy me another toy?"

We visited lots of interesting places including the Eye on Malaysia, KL tower, Patronas tower, and Batu Caves.

H1 was very fuzzy while we were waiting in line for the Eye-on-Malaysia ride (similar to the London Eye). I suppose the size of the wheel and the fact that it was rotating made her scared. She kept on saying "I don't want to go." I told her to hug me tight and keep her eyes closed, if she is scared. But once we got into a carriage, she felt fine, because the interior looked similar to a cable car--which she is used to riding in. Once our ride started, we were treated to a spectacular fire-works display. This was the first time H1 has seen fire-works, and she was thrilled, and kept saying "They look like stars." She also kept identifying the colours of each burst of fire-works, and stating whose favourite colour it was. When it was blue, she would say "That's Ammi's favourite colour!" or when was red she'd say "That's Puncha's favourite colour!"

All in all, it was a great trip!

A Fun Guy Named Funkai

H1's best friend in school is a sweet little Chineese fellow by the name of Funkai (atleast, I think that's the way it's spelt).

The very first few days that she attended school, I identified this fellow as the biggest bully in class, because I saw him take her toys away, and he even hit her once or twice. Something must have happened along the way and now they are the best of buddies! Whenever H1 talks about him, she calles him "My boy."

A few days back, when I went to pick H1 up, the teacher called out "H1, time to go home." Then my daughter came running towards me shouting "Ammi!!!," and gave me a hug. And there was Funkai running right behind H1 carrrying her bag and bottle! After I took them and thanked the little fellow, H1 gave him one flying kiss after the other. I think that was her way of thanking him.