Miss Pukey Sherilyn

Sherilyn is nicknamed Ms Pukey coz she throws up very easily from the time she was a baby right through now. She pukes when she cries, when she eats food that she doesn’t like, particularly meat, when I brush her teeth, when she gets choked on food or when she’s over-eaten and simply when she wants sympathy and attention. She even knew how to gagged her throat with her fingers till she puked just to get our attention whenever she was locked up in the playpen when she was barely a year old. She knew mummy would not easily succumb to her crying and pull her out from the playpen but if she pukes in the playpen, mummy would rush to her aid and bring her out from her little prison. See how cunning and manupulative my brat can be.

Sherilyn has been rather whiny, cranky and cries easily for no real reasons for the last few days till she really gets on my nerves. Yesterday, she woke up from her nap bawling away as if she had had a bad dream. Nothing seemed to subdue her. I then fixed her a bottle of milk and she drank it with her head lying on my lap like a baby.

When I went into the kitchen to wash the bottle, she was still bawling and rolling on the floor. I was already very pissed off with her as there was no apparent reason for her bawling and I’ve exhausted all my means of trying to placate her from distraction to laughter and my patience was really wearing thin.

As I had expected, Ms Pukey then choked, coughed a tad bit and I knew she was about to puke. This happens most of the time when Sherilyn has a bawling session. I dashed right into the storeroom and fished out a huge garbage bag (that’s all I could see in the storeroom) and headed back to retrieve Sherilyn’s vomit. The milk that had formed into fresh curd spewed out from Sherilyn’s throat right into the garbage bag. After she was done, she pushed the bag away and said “finish already”.

Afterthat, I brought Sherilyn to the loo to have her washed up. As she sat on the toilet, she was still whining and sobbing for no apparent reasons. I was even more pissed off with her now and as I looked her straight into her face, I told her this, “Sherilyn what’s the matter with you? Why are you crying non-stop for no reason? You’re not in pain, you’re not hungry, cheh cheh didn’t bully you and you’re not a baby. Only babies cry like this because they don’t know how to talk. Can you tell me what you want instead of cry? If you want to be a baby, fine…. I’ll put you into the playpen and you stay in there”. Without any second thoughts, Sherilyn blurted out “i don’t want playpen”. For a moment, I could feel something magical had happened. Sherilyn stopped bawling, then the bawl gradually dwindled into a faint whimpering and then as I dried her body and put on her clothes, she transformed into an angel…. singing and giggling as she tried to start a conversation with me. Hiyah… kids are just so unpredictable and sometimes you just don’t know whether to get mad or laugh at their quirks and idiosyncrasies.

How Do You Back-Up Your Blog?

Fellow bloggers, how do you back-up your blog? I’ve read it before, somewhere in my Google Blogger’s instructions but can’t seem to locate the info now.

Anything can happen and I’ve read that some poor bloggers’ blogs had been deleted or unblocked by unscrupulous parties and blogger rivals. That’s really scary.

Would someone please enlighten this IT / blogging idiot here?

Thanks thanks!

A Bad Day

At times, Alycia and Sherilyn’s behaviour and temperament can be crazy… though I hate to use this word to describe my 2 gals but they behave as though they are crazy and totally out of control…. and this drives me crazy.

Today is one of those crazy days where both Alycia and Sherilyn got all cranked up right from the moment they rose from the bed in the morning through pass lunchtime.

Early this morning, Sherilyn had refused to get up from bed coz she wanted to watch the Shrek 3 vcd that DH had bought last night and gave the gals half an hour of viewing just before they went to bed. I am totally against letting the gals watch cartoons just before bedtime as they would rebuff going to bed later and a meltdown would ensue when I turn off the tv. However, DH who spends very little time with the gals love pampering his 2 angels with not-so-healthy pass-times and his favourite pass-time with the gals is spent watching cartoon with them on the bed before bedtime, which infuriates me.

Last night after I had turned off the tv, a meltdown begun as the gals demanded to have more Shrek. DH had to spend half an hour coaxing the gals to bed whilst I just laid on my bed, ‘no eye see’ and said “serves you right” to DH. He had to carry Alycia and Sherilyn one by one from our bed to the gals bed in the room next door at least 6 times as the gals demanded to be carried like a baby to be transferred to their bed over and over again for a good 15 minutes and it was already way past 11:30pm. What the fun!

This morning, Sherilyn refused to get up from bed as she wanted to watch Shrek 3. After I had failed coaxing and distracting her, I just pulled her out from bed and then another meltdown session begun. This lasted until lunchtime. Sherilyn would disagree over everything and kept whining and whimpering. The sounds of her whining just make me insane.

When lunch time came, the gals were happy coz I had baked a loaf of bread and they had sandwich for lunch. Then the gals demanded for their dessert and I gave them a packet of organic alphabet biscuits to be shared between them. When my maid opened the packet and gave the first biscuit with the letter ‘A’ to Sherilyn, Alycia saw and hollered and said she wanted to have biscuit A too as Alycia begins with the letter ‘A’.
Before my maid could retrieve it back, Sherilyn had already bitten on the biscuit and then another crazy meltdown begun. Alycia wailed and rolled on the floor. We tried to look for another biscuit with the letter ‘A’ for Alycia but unfortunately there was only 1 miserable ‘A’ biscuit which is now in Sherilyn’s tummy. Alycia’s outburst lasted for around 15 minutes when I could no longer stand it and decided to open another box of organic biscuit with moon shapes. This managed to subdue the gals for a while.

Amidst Alycia’s tantrum outburst, Miss Pukey Sherilyn vomitted on the kitchen floor after I had cleaned her teeth with a hanky after her lunch.

Alycia who was still seething and terribly upset that she didn’t get her ‘A’ biscuit then started to act up. She scolded my maid by saying terrible things like “I hate you kakak, I want to cut your stomach”. OMG, where on earth did she learn such an awful thing? I then lectured her and this made Alycia more upset. Alycia then scolded me and blurted out the word “stupid”. OMG… I was even more enraged now and gave her another lecture and I think this time she finally realized she was wrong to have scolded her mummy.

After lecturing Alycia, I then left the gals alone and they slowly patched things up between themself whilst I went to the computer to destress and chill myself out.

Now, they are gleefully playing and giggling away as if nothing had happened. Sometimes, it is better to ignore a child when they are in the midst of a tantrum outburst. I sometimes give them the cold silence treatment and continue doing my things nonchalantly and I think they somehow got the message through.

Sorry for the loooooong and boring post! Just needed to divert my anger somewhere else sometimes.

Alycia Wins My Heart

Last nite, Sherilyn dropped a hard box of zig-saw puzzle onto my foot when I reprimanded her for taking it out from my drawer. Sherilyn has a habit of putting the pieces of puzzles into her mouth and throwing them everywhere and shoving them under my king-size bed and under my mattres and eventually losing them.

One side of the sharp-edged box landed on one of my toes and as I yelped out in pain, Alycia who was in her room playing dashed into my room and asked me what had happened. I told her that her mui mui had dropped a box on mummy’s foot and mummy is now in pain. As she saw me winced in pain, she darted back to her room and brought back a piece of mega block and pretended that it was a first-aid tape dispenser and started to put the imaginary plaster on my toe. When I saw Alycia pulling out the imaginary tape with the block, I just burst out laughing and asked her what she’s doing. Alycia then said “don’t move mummy, let me put plaster for you first”.

I was really touched by Alycia’s concern and wittines in handling first-aid situations like this. Alycia then said “don’t be sad mummy” and wah…. her words and actions were like water dousing off a raging fire in my heart. I gave her a big hug and kiss and said “thank you Alycia. mummy loves you” and wow… I can see Alycia’s face beeming with pride as her self-esteem inflates and her love tank filled to the brim with mummy’s love and hug.

It has been a long time anyone had touched me so deeply and made me laughed this hard. Sometimes, Alycia can really win and melt the coldest of heart.

The sharp edge of this hard box landed on my toe.

Alycia put plaster (band-aid) on mummy’s toe and sayang mummy’s injured toe.

Peter Rabbit Organic Cornflakes

Today, Alycia and Sherilyn had Peter Rabbit Organic cornflakes for breakfast, thanks to koo mah #1 who bought this from Hong Kong. These cornflakes are sugar-free, salt-free and additives-free. Though they tasted rather bland, but they were crunchy and the gals and I loved them. Even their kakak got to taste some of the cornflakes. I shall buy a box of fresh Marigold HL milk this evening so that the gals can have the cornflakes with fresh milk for breakfast tomorrow.

Alycia In Her Tight Pyjamas

Alycia and Sherilyn have always been vain pots and they are very picky over what they wear. Whenever my maid and I choose something for them to wear from their outing dress to simple clothes to be worn at home, they almost never accept our choice of selection but instead, both of them will pull a chair to the cupboard, climb up and pick up an outfit of their choice. Well, I have no one to blame for my gals’ vanity as their mummy is just as vain, if not vainer 😀

Last night as my maid and I were getting the gals ready for bed, Alycia handpicked an old Mothercare onesie pyjamas that she had worn when she was 12 – 18 months. I told her that the pjs is way too small for her and that she has grown so tall now that she cannot fit into the pjs but my vain pot insisted she wants to wear it. Not wanting Alycia to burst into a fit of rage as would have expected if her demand is not met, we gave in to her request but my maid could not button up the pjs. Her body was so stiff in the pathetically worn out tiny Mothercare pjs and she could barely bend her legs. As I was raring to go down to complete my Blogitive paid posts, I just took a pair of scissors and snipped off the bottom part of the pjs where the feet are and this is how Alycia looked in that ridiculous pjs :

Picking Up Toys

This is normally the scene at my house if I am not around to supervise my gals when they play. Lately, I’ve started to train my gals to keep their toys after they are done with them. It’s not easy to get them to cooperate as most of the time, they’ll just ignore me and continue playing, as though I am invisible. It’s only when I raise my voice (again), threathen them and flash out the cane that they finally hear me. But when they are in a good mood, they will gleefully and willingly keep their toys without being told. Guess they have been pampered by the maid who has always been cleaning up their mess. Time to make a change now.

My 2 Brats

Many strangers who see Alycia and Sherilyn for the first time always commend how well-behaved, demure and ladylike they are. Oh pul-leeeasse…. I always tell them wait till you see them when they are at home. From demure, angelic cute little things, they immediately transform into brats and monsters the moment they step foot into the house and can effortlessly turn the house upside down within minutes.

Talking about disciplining my gals, they tend to turn deaf temporarily when mummy speaks in a nice, motherly, cultured tone. It’s only when I transform into a monster mummy that my gals do finally hear me. So can you imagine what my neighbours think of me, the petite charming lady from that house with 2 sweet little gals? You know, that house where you hear yellings, threats and bribes the whole day long?

How do you control 2 brats who are ever active, rumbustious, destructive, rebellious, temperamental, wilful and samseng (tom-boyish)?

This was what happened a few days ago when I was busy writing a paid post and had neglected my 2 brats for an hour or so.

This ‘train’ is actually the case of a 3-tier toyogo drawer set, pushed down.

Alycia the ring-leader got stuck in the case and cried out for help but evil mummy said “serves you right” … and then pulled her out and gave her a good lecture.

Sherilyn My Poor Feeder

Sherilyn who is 2 years 3 months is a very picky eater and poor feeder. When it comes to rice and dishes, I still have to blend them for her. Can you beat that?

I have tried many times trying to wean her off blended food and gave her unblended rice and dishes to eat but guess what she did to the meat? She would take forever to chew the meat and then just when I thought she’s about to swallow them, she would spit them all out and give me a ‘I almost want to puke’ look. It’s really frustrating seeing your toddler rejecting food in this manner, gross and heartbreaking altogether.

Sherilyn does not even like food from restaurants and hotels, apart from cakes, bread and of course salad . Whilst most toddlers her age would squeal with delight when brought to these places to eat such a wide variety of mouth-watering grub, my Sherilyn is contented with her cereal. Yeah, can you beat that? Sherilyn is still eating cereal and she loves them…. till she eats her cereal everyday and she never seems to get tired of it.

Sherilyn is a great fan of greens and even eats raw celery sticks, carrot sticks, raw bell-pepper, bittergourd (which would instantly nauceate most kids) but detests meat of all sorts except fish paste and fish balls. I had initially assumed that meat is too hard for her to chew and too rough for her to swallow but what about toasts, crackers, pan-fried tempeh (her favourite), raw carrot sticks and brocolli? ALl these are hard stuff but she devours them and never feels that they are too hard for her tiny teeth to work on or too geli for her throat.

Are there any parents out there who are facing the same situation as me? Please share your experience.

Writing Paid Posts

An hour ago at 10pm, as I was about to shut down my computer to give it a much deserved rest before it gets over-heated and pulls the plug on me, I had decided to refresh the Blogitive Open Offers page one last time to see if I am lucky enough to grab some posts to write. Woo hoo… luck is on me and I saw 2 posts to write but shit… I have to put my 2 brats to sleep and it’s not easy to put these hyperactive gals to sleep k. So I quickly fixed them milk, brushed their teeth and cleaned them up and sent them to bed. But Alycia’s battery is still half full. Every night, we would pray before going to bed. Tonight, Alycia made a llloooooooong list of people she wanted to pray for from Richard kor kor to all her koo pohs (DH’s aunties), to her mah mah, koo mah, koo koo, granny, koong koong to her toys and bear bear and after we had prayed for 7 people or so, I realized her prayer list was getting even longer….. and I just said ‘keep quiet Alycia and sleep. Mummy is just drop dead tired’ but in actual fact, my eyes were wide opened and heart was raring to go downstairs to where my PC is and start writing my paid posts for Blogitive. My 2 brats finally went to slumberland half an hour late.
The thing I hate most about Blogitive is that I have to write 2 filler posts in between each paid posts. Aiyoh… where got so many things to write about ar wei. Ok, better stop writing nonsense now and continue writing my 2nd paid post.