Miss D’s comes first.
And she wants chocolate cake and goodie packs for her friends in Kindie.
So, I’m baking a cake this wednesday, and bringing it to her class the next day.
And she’s getting a bicycle with training wheels from Mommy & Daddy.. ;-p
ssshhh…!
And next week, will be Spunky’s big ONE…!
On the way home, along the Sulaman highway, behold JERICHO JEANS billboard was looming above all the other adverts on the UMS Bulletin Board.
As we neared the billboard, Miss D said, “Mommy, ‘HEMSEM’ oh that boy!”
;-p
p.s I don’t know where she learnt that word… *-*
Three-year-old Donna, who loved to pray before meals, would sometimes get carried away. Occasionally her pastor father would have to say, “Amen. That’s enough, Donna.”
One Sunday in church, as a lengthy benediction was being pronounced, Donna stood up and declared, “Amen. That’s enough, Daddy!”
)
I just got the circular from the Ministry of Education to register children born in 2002, for Primary 1 in 2009. When I got the letter I said, “Register my Baby for Primary One?? She’s not even in Kindergarten!”
I got the same sort of letter last year, asking to register Miss D for Primary 1 in 2008. I pretty much responded the same way as well.
Time flies by too fast… *sigh*
I was driving home just now, along the Sulaman highway, and had just passed 1 Borneo, when this motorcycle lunged forward from a junction and was inches away from my front windshield.
As if he expected me to hit him, he even took the time to cover his face.
I DID expect I might hit him, so I swerved and into the right lane. I didn’t even have time to honk.
I half expected a car would come from behind and was sure to hit me for swerving into the lane like that. Thank God, as it turned out, there was no other car behind me until some distance away.
However, the girls were thrown forward. The impact was not too strong on Miss Mel as she had the day care bag in front of her. Miss D saw and anticipated a crash into this guy, so she braced herself and was able to break her throw. Even thoough my littlest one was strapped in, the sudden stop pulled against her and made her cry.
I pulled the car over and took Spunky out off her car seat to calm her down. My other two were visibly shaken too, so I had to take that time to gently ask how they were doing, and to tell them that the situation was under control by then.
I looked in the rear view mirror and I saw the motorcyclist reverse his machine, and as he did so, he shook his head. He then checked his foot pedals, and shortly afterwards rode away.
He was probably in disbelief that we hadn’t hit.
Right now, I don’t know what to think.
At music practice tonight, Miss D came and whispered to me that she wanted to borrow this pink streamer ribbon (not sure what this apparatus is called; you would usually see this used for gymrama routines..) this other little girl was holding on to the entire evening.
I had long since observed that this other little girl had no desire whatsoever to share this item with anyone throughout the evening. In fact, I know this little girl, and frankly, I didn’t want my kids anywhere near her, to avoid my girls from picking up some character traits that I see in this other little girl that I don’t approve of.
So when Miss D came by my side to see whether I could borrow it for her, I said No. I told Miss D that it wasn’t that I didn’t want her to get to play the apparatus, but it was the other little girl who really had no intention of lending it to anyone, and was obviously keeping the item all to herself.
Miss D seemed disappointed at first, but didn’t make a fuss. I held her close and held her tight. After a while, she asked for my permission to pick up a different colored streamer ribbon, and went to join that little girl and played together with her. I noticed that eventually, the two girls enjoyed themselves. At one point however, Miss D tried to negotiate for the pink ribbon again from this other little girl, but she wouldn’t give. Miss D took this other little girl’s unwillingness kindly.
At that point, I felt so proud of my Miss D! I’d like to say that Cool Dad and I had taught her well thus far, but her ability to rise above such a circumstance is an ability that is rightfully her own.
I’ve had on occasions heard many parents express how proud they were to see their kids perform on stage, scored first placing in a race or make it on honor roll in class, and rightfully so, for here I am feeling that same feeling for my little girl, right here, right now.
That’s my Girl!
I'm Didi. Housewife and Mom of 3. Desperate sometimes. Most times blessed. 
