Kiddos

With a chatty older brother, Jeb has been picking up words and speaking at a really fast pace now. He can string a proper sentence now with more than 3 words like, "I am not doing anything now", "You went to work Mama?" and stuff like, "Then the dinosaur came and eat the bear, then, then the bear no more", "The lion roar and then the bird die die". This boy has a very morbid imagination.

Whenever I look at Benjamin, my heart would always be filled with such thankfulness and gratefulness and I always think that maybe I really did something good in my previous life to deserve such a wonderful boy. And watching him grow from a tiny baby to this giant 5 year old now, I would always asked him in amazement, "Are you sure you're Benjamin?" and most times he would just nod his head.

So one day, as I was watching him do his stuff I asked him again.

Me: Are you sure you're really Benjamin?
B: Are you sure you're really Mama?

Woah, didn't see that coming kid. Good comeback!

You betcha Mama!

I can talk so much now! Bye!

English people

We've got Bangers and Mash, Fish and Chips, Battered  Snickers bars and now up and coming British label LOLA SKYE LONDON is here!

Only difference is that it's not food but they're affordable and trendy clothing from London! Duh!

Embellished Collar Blouse

Black PU Quilted

Black All Over Sequin Dress

Mesh Panel Midi Dress

I like that although it's ahem, targeted at younger women, these items that I found on Lola Skye clothing for ladies are suitable for me as well. Not too girly yet funtional for a working mother of 2 boys.

And one more picture to depict accurately how I would really dress on a daily basis. Just because their model looks way better than I do and just because. Cup of tea anyone?























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Sunday

So. The worst case scenario happened yesterday.

Jeb locked himself in the room after I took his lollipop away. I have warned and repeat myself to them many, MANY times that they are not allowed to locked the door at all whether in play or whatever because it is a rented house and I HAVE NO KEYS FOR IT.

Turns out, three year olds have the memory of a goldfish. Or they're really just pushing their limits.

I was in my bathroom when I heard the door closed and the unmistakable sound of the door locking. So I came out and immediately bang on the door yelling at Jeb to OPEN THE DOOR!

At first, he was really quiet though, probably thinking his Mama was crazy. I kept banging on the door and demanding him to open it (on hindsight, it seems like we're preparing for his teenage years, gulps!) and when he tried to and realising that he can't, he started crying. For the next hour.

Okay at this point, I have to say that I was really pissed off with him and that he deserves to be locked in. I really couldn't care less that he's only three years old and there is a danger of him falling from the windows (which are securely tied with cable ties). Because all I could think of was that HE DESERVES IT. And this episode in itself would serve as a punishment to him.

Anyway, we managed to get a locksmith, after the husband tried to break the lock by drilling and You-tubing the hows to, we got him out and then.... we punished him promptly.

WHAT?!

No reassuring hugs or kisses? Nope.

We had to inculcate to him that him being defiant on purpose has its consequences and that IT IS NOT OKAY to lock yourself in the room, AT ALL.

He was caned, made to face the wall and had to stand in front of us to apologize and went to bed without his milk.

PS: In the midst of all the hulabaloo, Benjamin asked if Jeb was gonna be locked up inside forever and me being very tired just told him that he's not helping much and he just gave a chirpy Ok! and skipped away.

And

I often pride myself as the last line of defence in my house whenever anyone gets sick. Which is why when I do get sick (which is rarely), I go down. Down all the way man.

It started with a bad throat, which quickly developed into a cough which then quickly developed into a full blown cold. The full works baby. Chills, cough, runny nose and a pounding headache which felt like an elephant was doing a tap dance, at beginner's level. 

Actually if these feels incoherent, it probably is because I've been surviving on broken sleep these past week because Jeb is still down with a persistent fever and a phlegmatic cough which makes him puke. I'm running out of my zzzzs and bed sheets.

I just want that damn fever to break and let us all have a good weekend.