Showing posts with label craft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label craft. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Day by day

From the word "Go" every day, there's nary a dull moment when it comes to kids!

OK, it depends on how you define "dull". And admittedly, some noise, like giggles and laughs, is more music to the ears, than, say, whining and crying. Or when siblings squabble (not again!), and the mommy (or daddy) has to raise her (or his) voice to be heard! =(

From breakfast to dinner, to bedtime, it takes more than food to keep the children occupied. And what works for one may not for the other. But while childcare is relentless, there are wonderful moments to savour.
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Some things are more routine, and I do what I can to keep up with Ben and Jon, while keeping house. And I'm happy when they eat their fill, and ask for seconds, or thirds! Not so thrilled though, when I fish out sticky green frogs that have miraculously survived the wash and dry cycles! And is it just in our home, that clutter builds up even more relentlessly as does dust?!

But it's all in a day's work, and fun, don't you agree? You must know what I mean when I say the frustrations are as real as the joys.

And you bet I love it so, when the brothers play nicely together. And when they can sit down without leaving their seats every so often (but don't we all know children don't like to sit still?)!

Here's Jon and Ben concentrating quite hard (to my surprise!), working on their own version of the Stargate for their bedroom door, like a "wormhole" to Slumberland...
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Jun 08 xv 007... As inspired by their daddy's favourite shows on the Sci-Fi channel -- Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis, that have at least one of the boys hooked already!

Day in, day out...
With just a month more to go to the baby's arrival, I'm not without the usual complaints of pregnant women. And because I'm not walking as briskly as I like, when the boys run ahead of me, I feel even more out of control now.

"Come out right now!", I had to yell at them at the park the other day, when they disappeared into some thick bushes, that was hard for me and my "double" size (as Ben calls me these days) to get in there (to extricate them -- if I could, I would!).

And it wasn't the first time, that one boy was trying to do a cartwheel, and the other running amok and straight into someone else's shopping cart, at the grocery store after that.

It's still summer vacation after all, and if the weather's not too hot and humid, it's nice to let the kids be outdoors to burn off some energy. And especially if the playground time can buy me, not always though, a saner grocery trip after that.
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Some places, like the library, and small neighbourhood parks, work better at this point for me to take the boys on my own. But for others with sprawling grounds, like the Botanic Garden -- my alltime favourite place of interest, it only makes sense to leave to do altogether with the husband.

Seizing the day at the Botanic Garden's Whitaker Music Festival last month -- a concert in the park that capitalizes on the sun setting later in summer. And only so few times a year when picnicking is permitted on the garden's pristine grounds.
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But yes, day in day out, it's not just energy that I need to run chase after the children, but loads (big loads!) of patience as well, and I have to be firmer also.

Some things, too, work better for one child than the other, because of their different personalities, and their age difference. And though we say we don't want to (overly) pamper our children by giving them too many choices, you can't not cater to each one's needs.

There are fun, learning tools like jigsaw puzzles, that Ben isn't as interested in as he is into some other things, such as the "Where is Waldo?" book we stumbled on at the library. It's his own idea to come up with drawings of Fluffy his plush penguin, and let me know what words to write down, before we put the pages together to make his very own "Where is Fluffy?" book...
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The library is a great resource, the way I used to think while back home, only bookstores are. It's the one place I will go week after week with the boys. And besides the reading we do together, and books do offer ideas for creative play, the library's summer reading programme is also helping Jon spend minutes each day on "read and read".

With the hours chalked up from reading, Jon, and Ben from what I read to him, have earned little rewards like stickers, and free slushes and icecream cones. For Jon, the "write and write", and doing Math, still need a lot of prodding, but practise is needed because of the long summer hols.
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Daily Lessons
Some other aspects, as the boys grow, I'm also grappling with.

Such as when one child showed a side that's more than just a case of talking back, I was quite taken aback and did what I normally would not do. Gave him three smacks on the bum, and asked him to stay in the room to think about why what he did was not acceptable to me.

After that, I asked myself though, what kind of a message was this mom sending when I had to use force (albeit it, "not (a) painful" one) to bring across my point? Or is it because we spare the rod, and have spoiled our children?

In a different setting, I don't know what gripped the other child, and midway through helping me make a cake, he decided to toss the mixer with it still plugged in, and beaters sticking up and swirling away, into the mixing bowl!

There was gooey cakemix everywhere -- not just on the mixer, but on us, on the table, floor, and wall as well! Good thing ours' just an inexpensive handheld mixer. But am I practising double standards when I didn't smack him, thinking it was more important for him to help clean up the mess he created?

No doubt parenthood has its challenges at every stage. And it comes with surprises like these, for me to know I am anything but self-sufficient. There's so much I don't know, so much to learn from other parents who've been there, done that. And also to go to our Heavenly Father who embraces us with an everlasting love, is forgiving, but at the same time does not stinge on tough love.

From our own children, I also want to see the world through their eyes -- and look at things that in my haste to get this and that task done in a day, I may otherwise miss out on.

Jon stops to catch a firefly...
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May 08 xiv 107 ...and at Ben's request, he lets go of the bug after we've taken a closer look.

And here's one of those simple Science experiments out of a library book, that had Ben and Jon fascinated for a little while...
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May 08 viii 186 ... until the colours (from drops of food colouring) were all blended in the milk, and the show was over. But not before we've had a good laugh over something we thought up, that's not-so-pleasant-smelling (guess what?), doing the same thing in air!

One day at a time...
By day's end, I'm exhausted, and it's easy to be frustrated when at least one boy (usually it's the one who gave up napping long before he should) takes well over an hour before he will eventually fall asleep. But for all their naughty moments, and lessons for me, I try not to forget to encourage Jon and Ben at bedtime, to give thanks for the wonderful things we got to enjoy for the day.

Day by day, one day at a time, may His grace be sufficient for us. May the joy of the Lord be our strength. And that there will always be joy enough, more than enough to spread around!

Though it's easier said than done to seize the day every day, let's not have to wait for a special day to come round to count our blessings, and savour those everyday moments that I tend to take for granted.
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And wouldn't it be great if we can live each day "totally" ("Totally!" is Jon's candid response, when you ask him if he wants to do something he really likes) -- as best as we can? =)

A feast for the eyes -- last weekend's fireworks celebrating this nation's Independence Day.
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And a semi-homemade pizza lunch that's a delightful meal, and always extra special when I get the help of little hands!
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And thank you for caring...
... and for coming here to check in on the three guys and me, and our lil one on the way. I've cut back on blogging, but will try and catch up with how you're doing, whenever I can.

Meanwhile, some flowers for you to stop and smell amidst your busy schedules...
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Jun 08 xiv 155 Take care now, and God bless you and yours richly! =)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Cool hot wheels!

Not these cute mini ones...
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that helped Ben eat his beef stew dinner just now (for him, noodles always work better than rice when it comes to stews and braised dishes)...

But the St Louis-based Big Foot, that's the biggest monster truck in the world!
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We saw it up-close for the first time, and heard it rev its really loud (and I mean loooooud!!!) engine! All part of a truck exhibition at the Science Centre, that was wrapping up when we got there on Father's Day.

We must have hung around for at least 20, maybe 30 minutes, along with some other kids, mostly boys, and their parents, (and me trying not to yawn big YAWNS), as we watched Big Foot taken apart...

Wheel after wheel coming off, and every wheel getting hauled into the long vehicle with the help of a pulley:
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But no, I don't know a boy who doesn't like trucks.

Finally, Big Foot itself minus its humungous wheels was ready to be loaded onto the semi, too, and driven off!
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What else is cool...

"Monster-eye" tattoos...
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Ben and Jon were the last kids to get these at the truck exhibition, just before it closed.

How it's done: sprayed on, with that stencil!
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And DIY iron-ons... can be pretty cool, too!
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This was the one piece of garment I made sure I pressed, and it was in the early hours on Father's Day when I finally found the time to do it, even though I haven't finished ironing our last two weeks' clothes!

It worked for me:
It was
six months ago when I first explored T-shirt transfers like this one, and turned pictures of friends I could get hold of (without them knowing), into semi-homemade gifts for Christmas.

Each piece involved a simple design (I used Photoshop) plus caption (that was my favourite part to come up with), before I could iron it onto the medium of my choice (e.g. apron, bag -- storebought though, because it's not easy to squeeze in time for projects like this, besides that me liking to fuss over details means I take longer to complete them).

I will really like to make Jon and Ben their own, too, before my hands get even fuller, quite soon!