I Am Growing Up

I am 32 months old now. Being older there are lotsa things I like to do by myself and do not like the adults to interfere. I have my own way of doing things, for instance. I can be very insistent, by the way.

Mama hooked a hand towel for me outside the toilet so I can wipe my hands dry after handwashing. It's my personal towel. I will take it down to wipe then hang it back MY WAY! The above is NOT my way! Papa or Mama initially hung it this way for me, and I would protest every time!

This IS my correct way of hanging a hand towel. Near the edge, barely hanging there, I think. But to their surprise, it does stay put.

You know how some parents are proud of their kids, especially, when they think some of their good character traits are passing on to their kids? Yup, my mama's one of them! She is so impressed by my "obsession" to arrange things in order--just like how she would have them done. This morning as I was getting ready to go to school, she mumbled about making the bed or something. I overheard that and went over to help--my way. I took my blanket and spread it out on my mattress. Just like how she did to her bed--adults usually spread their quilts out on the bed, don't they?

So I did likewise, except, mine was a thermal blanket. After that, I was changed into my school uniform and I saw her trying to flip over my inverted PJ. She mumbled again, "Must spread the PJ on the bed or hang it somewhere. Cannot throw it all over the place. So messy....." Think she was talking about papa! hahahahaa....Cos papa would usually just dump them on the floor or on my bed, in a bundle and all crumpled up. Mama can't stand it. But he wasn't at home then. Think my mama going coo koo talking to herself early in the morning.

So I saw her spreading my PJ pants onto the bed and thought that was an easy job and wanted to help myself with the top. See how I carefully and neatly laid it down? Neat, right? Got mama's standard.
Sometimes when I see some things that are dis-placed, I would comment (sounds like mama too), "Ah! Who mess it up?!" Or "Who put like that?!" kekekeke...papa always feels irritated by such comments cos he's usually at the receiving end!

Bu Yao Pah (Don't be afraid)

My family just wanna thank God for His providence. My Papa had finally found a new job after his retrenchment and being jobless for about 2 months plus. I think Papa had been very blessed already. They have heard stories of people being jobless nowadays for many months, some even for a year. So we wanna thank God for what we have.

Well, they should also give me some credit because I was one of the main factor in landing my papa this current job. To cut the story short, papa was offered a job by 2 companies and both counter offered at least 2 to 3 times. Each time, just as he thought he should reject this one, that company would up their offer. My parents were desperately praying for wisdom. One job required him to travel at least 10% of every month but pay was securely high enough (a fixed pay). But that would mean papa sacrificing not being there to watch RaeAnn and me grow, and spending time with us as a family. And mama would have to manage the house and 2 kids by herself, not forgetting having to work as well.

The other, didn't require him to travel regionally (at least not that he knows for now), but pay was the unknown. Basic was much lower than the previous, but if he made it (cos he's doing sales), the commission would make up to everything or even better. So the risk factor was there.

Both had their pros and cons and so my parents just wanted to be sure that their decision was in God's will. So the day that my papa had to give his ultimate reply to both companies came. They were sending me to school that morning and almost broke into a little husband-and-wife squabble because of the built-up tension of the matter, when I turned to papa, patted on his chest (like he did to me when I was afraid to take medicines) saying, "Bu Yao Pa, papa." (Don't be afraid).

Immediately, they both kept quiet for awhile. Mama and Papa were touched, as if God was talking to them through me. What a great assurance. Actually, Papa had wanted to take up the sales job. It had always been what he liked to venture into. (and of course, those who know him know that he can talk and talk and talk and talk.....(mama calls it cheong hei--long winded) a very basic virtue for any sales person, right?!)

But the low basic pay and unknown commission were his greatest drawbacks. With the load of providing for a family now as a husband and father of 2, he had lost all his risk-taking appetite, unlike his youth days. So when I sensed tension in the car that day, I just had to speak up! (No, they really think it must be God) ekkekekee....so as I was saying, I was partly the main pushing factor for their decision.

Papa felt peace in his heart when he took up that job. They both know that God never fails them even if this path seemed uncertain. From their life experiences, God has never once let them down, surely God will see us through through all times as long as we delight in His ways. God plays His part in keeping His promises, we just have to play ours, keep trusting and have faith! What can I say? My God is Great!

Soccer Bowling

Mama kept some formula tins as my bowling pins. To make my soccer game more challenging! Not bad, I could aim and kick them down. Mama also noticed I jumped as I kicked the ball too, like a pro leh! Don't play play!(Kow Fu, you have not been playing soccer with me for a long time already! When are you coming to play with me!?)

Self-Invent Carom Game

I saw 2 young kids playing a game of carom in an arcade long ago. Then one day, when I was at home, and bored with playing the blocks the usual way, I self-invented my very own home arcade carom!

I took 2 rectangular blocks--one for mama and one for me, and a square block as the "carom" and started to hit it with the rectangular block over to mama. Mama didn't understand it at first. But she played along anyway. I was trying to "teach" her to hit the square block back to me....sigh, some times adults need help at creativity too. Then it dawned on her that we were playing a game of carom! (What took her so long....)

And so, her occupational instinct also kicked in. She took the opportunity to introduce colours to me, calling out the colour of the "carom" as we hit it. It was fun! Though remembering the colours wasn't my objective.

Then mama ran out of energy and passed to a better player--my papa. Papa also creatively played with different colours at the same time. (Maybe men are more ambitious?!) In either case, I must say I had good fun. Mama is proud of my imagination and creativity.

A video of papa and me playing the "carom" game. Notice how I wanted papa to hold the block a certain way. Must follow game rules, you know?!

Learning My Family Members' Names

My parents taught me my name some months back.

Mama: "What's your name?"

Lia: "E-ban-ge-nia."

Mama: "What's your name (In Mandarin)?"

Lia: "Lin Qi Xuan."

So I sort of got a hang of it soon and started asking my parents for their names one fine day. And I got better memory for remembering names as I went along and Mama gradually expanded my memory bank. Not until recently, all thanks to MJ's death, I created a new name for Gong Gong.

Mama: "What's Yeye's name?"

Lia: "Ah Sum." (Nai Nai taught me)

Mama: "What's Papa's name?"

Lia: "Gary." (Very well pronounced)

Mama: "What's mama's name?"

Lia: "E-ter."

Mama: "What's Nai Nai's name?"

Lia: "Ag-ne." (Agnes)

Mama: "What's Poh Poh's name?"

Lia: "Jo-ser-pin." (Josephine)."

Mama: "What's Gong Gong's name?"

Lia: (I used to say "Michael." But one morning while going to school in papa's car, the radio DJ was talking about MJ's death. And I turned around to mama and exclaimed, "Micheal Jackson! Is Gong Gong!") So now, depending on my mood, if you ask me about Gong Gong's name, I'll reply, "Michael Jackson." hehehehee..... well, though I won't want a plastic looking face Gong Gong, if he is really my Gong Gong, I'll be darn rich by now!!!! And Neverland would be my everyday playground!

Next Mama shall expand my memory bank further by teaching me kow fu, kow mo, gugu and gu zhang's name!

Grandaunt Becca's Wedding

Last Saturday was grandaunt Becca's wedding. So morning, we went to Wesley Methodist Church for the church ceremony and The Regents for banquet at night. I almost couldn't make it that day because I had flu and phlegmy cough early that week. Thank God I was better by Friday.

Had a great time at church as I was more alive and active. I was happily being carried around or "lured" away by many different people. During the tea reception, I also stood in last minute as the Public Relations Officer. I shook hands and asked the guests, "How are you?" Some people that even my parents didn't know! I was super duper friendly despite the killer weather outdoor. I refused to sit on the chair and ate my proper lunch. One of those things that my mama just couldn't fathom why. For her, she would look for the shadiest spot, get her food and sit/eat. Mama can't "function" when she is all warm and sweaty.

But as for me, I love to get up and about. That's when I can "function" well. :) Being with people just energizes me, oh that is when I'm in the "ok" mood.

Not for the night though. I was given a dose of flu medi and that made me drowsy and cranky. I stuck to papa at the dinner table, refused to sit in the high chair. Papa only managed to coax me to sit on the high chair's table because he needed to eat! Inspite of my crankiness and stickiness, I would look out for potential people that could get me out of the hall.

So I would ask for Kow Fu, Gong Gong, Kow Mo, just about anyone that I know would carry me away to run about at the lobby. Even my most fearful person, Kow Fu Benji would also do!! It was the first time I dare to go near him. I made his day, I hope! ahahhaaaa....

"Read Your Bible Pray Everyday"

Mama taught me this song, "Read Your Bible Pray Everyday" when I was about 1 year old plus. I remember the song and like it very much because of its actions. So whenever mama said, "Why don't you take your bible out and read...." (Actually, more like browsing the pages and looking at pictures, all in less than 10 mins, of course) I would start to do the actions and requested her to sing the song for me. I actually love doing the actions so much that time spent on it could almost double the time for browsing the bible. Well, though her intention was deviated, at least I "know" when we read the bible and pray everyday, we get to grow right?! ekekekeke..