Pilots don't drive cars

On our way out of the house this evening, we saw our neighbour, a pilot unloading something from his car.

F: Look Gabriel! That man in uniform is a pilot.
G: Huh? (his favourite form of expression)
F: That's our neighbour. He's a helicopter pilot.
G: Noooooo..... Pilots cannot drive cars. They drive helicopters. (in the most earnest voice)
F: :)

Stress

The boy is screaming and crying.

He's exhausted. Was awake since 7 this morning.

The adult is shouting. "Oi! What is your problem?!"

Tension and stress build up.

Desperately trying to get boy to cooperate.

She starts crying.

Why can't adults be more understanding and forgiving?

Monster of an Appetite

After dinner, we went for a cycle at East Coast Park. Since Daddy
hadn't repaired my 4th wheel yet, I preferred to scoot instead.

I'm trying to get my balance and I hope to be able to glide soon!

After we got back, I had space in my stomach for some bread and milk.
Ooh! I've really got a monster of an appetite! Plus the bread was good!

Thanks Kong Kong for the yummy bread!

Going to school!

Here's me on getting ready for my first day to school, Orientation Day!

 

I'm trying to quickly stuff my face to finish my breakfast of Pandan Bread.

 

Today, I got to see my classroom, met my teachers and also got to check out my classmates.. they all seemed to be busy playing with the games all over the classroom..

 

We'll see how it goes tomorrow!

Battle of Wills

I am mean sometimes. I don't give in when I know I should. It is about something so trivial anyway. From something that small, it blows up big, because I refuse to give in. After a long battle of crying screaming and shouting, we finally compromise. And he always thanks me for my effort after that. And not forgetting "I love you Mummy, so so much". I always end up feeling more lousy than ever. He is definitely a more forgiving person than I am, despite his tender age. I've got so much to learn from him.

Haircut!

I had a haircut yesterday since I had to get all set for school!

 

I don't really like haircuts, but mainly it's because of the shaver touching my skin.. so, no shavers for me!

 

Yes, mummy had to hold me, or I would have squirmed my way out of the chair!