Raising "Frankenkids"

The term Frankenkids refer to children of parents who are financially-rich and time-poor. Kids of such parents are over-indulged, demanding and spoilt. Parents who are not physically there replace their presence with goodies and toys.
I'd like to think that I raise my son to be a good person. Isaac is now coming to 3 and he really is a good boy. I reprimand him when he needs to be reprimanded. I do not take whining or crying for no reason. I stop him on the spot if I sense any whining starting. After several times, he knows when to stop. I talk to him like an adult and he is immediately sent to the corner to reflect on his wrongdoings. Occasionally he is rescued by his grandparents. It is very frustrating for me as he needs to know that such behaviour is NOT to be tolerated. I have sent my dad to the corner with Isaac when he tried to rescue his grandson. I know....how bad of me, BUT it's my kid and how he turns out reflects on the parents and I plan to raise him well.
Hubby and I do not spoil Isaac with presents. My son knows that. He goes to the toy shop,plays with the toy, after which he bids the toy goodbye. We only buy toys for him on special occasions.
I feel guilty as hell when I see other parents indulging in their kids and Isaac sees it too.
I assure myself that I am doing the right thing when I see how these kids turn out-spoilt rotten.
I sometimes think, what if this is the norm these days? What if it is the norm to spoil the kids? What about the kids who are not indulged? Will they feel resentful towards their parents and hate them? Will they feel that they are being deprived? What if by being deprived, they end up with low self esteem?...
As much as I'd like to take the easy way out and spoil my son but i know that I will not be able to live with myself if I see even an ounce of over-indulgence in him. For now, Hubby and I are going to raise our kids the old-fashion way with time, love and patience. At the same time, pray that such upbringing will never go out of style.

Time to go to school.

Hubby and I have been delaying sending Isaac to school. We feel that it is too early to let him start school...after all he will be doing it for the next 2 decades at least.
My niece started going to school before she was 1 1/2 years old. Since then Isaac has been asking to join her. He was hardly 1 year old then. It is actually quite pitiful, every morning he stands at the door wishing us goodbye and asking us where are we going. The first half of the morning, he is then left to play with the maid.
3 months ago, I brought him to playschool once a week, he thoroughly enjoyed it! At the end of 3months, I was too tired to run around with him anymore, so I stopped bringing him there. Needless to say, he was dissapointed.
Finally last week, I brought him to try a school near my house. I must say, I am so proud of him for jumping right in. I was shown around the little school while he joined the class. It was a good 1/2 hour before I went to collect him from his class. He was so involved in it that he hardly noticed when I walked in to call him. He was already teaching some of the younger kids how to do a puzzle! I told him that we are going home but he did not want to.After much cajoling and convincing, he cleaned up his playthings(without me telling him!) , hugged the teacher goodbye and walked out the door. My heart was swelling with pride ,looking at my little boy being so independent. It tugs at my mummy heart strings that before long he won't be needing me much longer*sniff*.
Anyway, we went home and he proudly told his cousin and his Mama abt his day at school. Next week we are going for a trial week and once he is comfortable abt me leaving him, he will be on his own.

Note: His school has a little swimming pool. I am so excited for him!

They are everywhere...disgusting people.

I left office quite late today and got stuck in traffic. Cars were stacked bumper to bumper. So whilst sitting there, listening to LiteFM when my eyes began to wonder...I looked into the rear-view mirror and behind me was a man talking on the phone in the car. Nothing unusual right?...Wait,I forgot to mention that his left hand/forefinger was digging for gold!!!(I'm sure you get my drift here).He did not stop there, he proceeded to bite his pinky finger, alternating between biting and digging all the while speaking on the phone!! I was disgusted to say the least but I was more impressed at his multi-tasking capabilities. Not many men I know are able to juggle 2 tasks at a time. This MAN is doing 3!!
I was intrigued at how disgusting he would get. Well, he did not dissapoint, he ended the "show" with wiping his face with his left hand!!
At that point, I drove home disgusted and at the same time,happy that I have something to blog about tonite.Teehee!

Dumb, dumb,dumb!!

I hate working with this co-worker of mine. She has been in the company for 20+ years,you'd think by now-she would have gotten the hang of how things work in the company. But NO.....she tries all possible ways you can think of to get out of a job. She sucks up to the boss. Acts like she knows a lot of things and sadly she got the boss convinced. She's lazy, she whines, she does not answer emails at all unless her boss is looped in the email, she takes on tasks but does not complete them.And as if to fit all of the above description, she looks like a weasel.
EVERYTIME I have a phone meeting with her, I have this great urge to put my hands through the phone and give her a back-hand bitch slap!! She sets the most unrealistic goals and sends people running to complete the tasks. Yesterday I found out that why she does that...she can't count. She can't count for nuts. She is not able to multiply or divide the hours to see how many days are needed to complete the project. HOW DUMB IS THAT??Is there no calculator in her house?
I think she is a disgrace to the company.I sure as hell hope that she does not tell people that she has been in the company for over 20 years coz it just makes her look bad.....stupid even!!
She spells like 9 year old!! What the hell is "critercial"?? Does she mean crucial? Does she mean critical? This is an English educated American I am talking about!
Sigh...I take comfort in the fact that I am not the only one who thinks she is dumb. Occasionally my other colleagues and I get together to rant about her. It can be quite therapeutic!!My ultimate dream is still to do the back-hand bitch slap.

Then and now.....

Then.......

and Now...

tell me...what's not to love? :)

Why reluctant mum?

Why call yourself that? Many people asked....

Why not? is my answer.

I love babies.

I love how they smell=Spit and powder

I love how they feel=Soft and cuddly

I love how they sound=gurgles and giggles

They grow to be toddlers.

I love how they waddle and fall down after attempting the first few steps.

I love how slowly form into little people.

I love how amazed they are when discovering lil things like seeing a butterfly, caterpillar, fish. Things that we adults take for granted.

Then I gave birth to Isaac....

With him came the cries, the yells, the poo, nightly feeds and what I hated most was losing sleep.

I was not a happy mummy. I cried when he cried and it was often. I thought I'd be able to sashay my way into the Stepford Wife role but I was SOOO wrong. I hated being at home during the 2 months of my maternity leave. All the books that I read did not prepare me for having a baby. These books talk of the niceties of having a baby and none of the horrors mothers face everyday.

Eventually Isaac got better. He is now turning 3. From a yelling and screaming baby, he has grown into a fine, young toddler. He has none of those tantrums that toddlers are famous for, he is not fussy with food, he is polite, loves to read and most importantly he is so much more matured than lil kids his age.

We are expecting another boy in a couple of weeks. We have decided to name him Ian. While I think I will be more prepared with this baby, I am still apprehensive about the sleep that I am going to lose( As you can tell by now, Sleep is THAT important to me!!) Yes, I will be going through a whole cycle again and I pray that I have more strength to go through with it and less of the murderous thoughts that invade my head when babies cry.

So, one can conclude that I am no Bree from Desperate Housewives. I am more like Lynette when it comes to disciplining kids but at the end of it all, I hope I will have a child/mother relationship similar to that of Susan's.

At the end of a bad day, nothing perks me up faster than coming home face like this. Knowing that in his heart, you are the world to him. The best thing about kids....they unabashedly let their love shine through.

Left Ass cramp!!

Those of you who know me, I am in my 33rd week of pregnancy. I just had my monthly medical check up and doc said that I am growing too fast. Last month alone, I have gained 1kg per week!

This brings me to today's subject....

A couple of nites ago, my left butt cheek decided to pull a muscle. I did not think much of it since it was not that painful. However later that nite as I sat down to make milk for Isaac, my left butt decided to die on me. By that I mean, it hurt like hell and when I tried to stand up, my left leg could not support me! Isaac was looking at me with concern and he ran around the room looking for "ubat"(medicine). He kept asking me if I was Ok. If I was not in so much pain, my heart would have swelled with pride. Anyway-he drank his milk while I sat on the chair wincing in pain.

Hubby walked into the room and Isaac immediately filled him in on the situation. Hubby thought it was nothing until when he tried to make me walk, I fell back into his arms.

Hubby then proceeded to massage my left ass as I lay down on the bed, cringing in pain. My dear son, Isaac came to and held my hand. I was shocked at this little 2-year-old kid's concern. He was sooo, sooo sweet. He did try to reason his way into sleeping on our bed telling his dad that he wants to sleep with mummy...Hah! Nice try! Hubby packed him to his bed on the floor and gave me strict instructions that I am not to move my posterior without his help. With that I went to sleep...of course before going to the toilet TWICE to release myself, much to hubby's annoyance.
I was fine throughout the nite. Even managed to sneak myself to the WC to release myself...well barely...coz when I inched my way back to bed, hubby was staring at me from under the covers. After chiding me, he went back to sleep.
The next day, in the AM I was still feeling a bit sore. By PM, I was as good as new. Hubby seems to think that it's his magic fingers that healed me. I'd like to think it's Counterpain.....