Time really flies when you’re busy juggling work and the kids. The weekend is always a nice break, though, and Trin and I took the opportunity to sleep in a little later than usual (woke up 9am on Saturday, I think), much to the displeasure of the boys in the other room who were ranting in their own special toddler language that Mummy and Daddy hadn’t come and given them their morning milk, which is usually delivered promptly at 6.45am. One of the good things about Ajab is that he will not climb down from his bed and open the boys’ bedroom door, even though he is able to. He’ll wait (impatiently) for one of us to open the door and that will be a signal to him that he can come off his bed and watch TV and play.
Initially I had intended to go to Ikea at Tampines, just Ajab and I, to get the kids’ work table and chairs and a couple of other stuff, but Trin, not wanting to be bored at home, wanted to come along, so off we went, all five of us, to Ikea.
The kids sure had fun with Ajab insisting on carrying the big yellow shopping bag. Ayeed kept insisting on being let down from being carried. But as soon as his feet touched the floor, off he ran in the opposite direction. So poor me had to go running around Ikea chasing him (we HAVE to get another stroller soon!).
A little drama ensued when we reached the check-out counters to pay for our stuff when I patted my pockets and to my horror, my wallet wasn’t there, so Trin had to pay for all the stuff while I prayed hard that my wallet was in the car. Trin kept asking me whether I had inadvertently thrown my wallet into the big yellow shopping bag that Ajab was carrying and that we dumped in the bin when we transferred our purchases to a shopping cart. Wild thoughts started running in my head, but much to my relief I found the missing wallet in the car. I had forgotten to take it with me after I parked the car. First wallet. Next? Forgetting to take the kids out of the car? It has happened to other people, you know?
After a short nap at home (the drama of missing a wallet can take its toll on a person), Trin and I assembled the stuff we bought. It was hard work! The diagrams in the manual made it look so easy. Trin suggested that maybe Swedish people had magical furniture assembling powers. A simple chair and table certainly made me perspire when I assembled it. But in the end we managed it. Let’s not forget the igloo tent that I had difficulty putting up. Lucky for me there was a former girl guide in the house. Haha!
Maya got a baby gym and play mat to lounge around on and she was very happy with it. I like this play mat because the padding is thick and firm, unlike the other two play mats that we have that are too thin to be safe for a baby like Maya.
Oh and Maya can now turn from her back to her tummy unaided. She’s holding her head up really well.
That was Saturday. Today we were supposed to go to the beach because Ajab had so much fun the last time he was there for his school field trip that we wanted Ayeed to enjoy the beach too. We even bought two sets of buckets and spades for the boys to dig around in the sand with. Unfortunately, the weather turned grey when we were leaving our house. And it started drizzling soon after, therefore the beach plan got cancelled. So too did our plan to have breakfast of roti prata at Jalan Kayu because it would have been too troublesome getting three kids out of the car and having to juggle an umbrella too. So we decided to head to the one place with food that the kids can run around in at the same time - the airport. Again! This was the third time this year we’ve been to the airport. But the kids weren’t complaining. They had fun.
Ajab got himself wet at this fountain. Good thing he didn’t put his face in the stream of water, the pressure from the outlet was quite strong.
Both the boys were more interested in the air-con vents at their feet than the airplanes on the tarmac.
Maya getting grumpy and wondering why we’re not home yet.
So that was the weekend. Now Monday’s here again. We’ll try and make it to the beach again next weekend, hopefully. But not before I get another stroller. Ayeed needs to be strapped in. My back can’t take the constant carrying, or when he’s running, bending down and running trying to grab a 1 metre tall toddler (no mean feat, mind you!). He’s at that stage where he’s a little too heavy to be carried, but still too young to understand the meaning of “stop running!” or “come here right this minute, and I’m not kidding with you, young man, because if you don’t you’re gonna get it!”. So off he goes running, mostly without looking at where he’s going, bumping into people and walls and furniture. It’s no wonder he has so many bruises on his legs.
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