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Starting young

So Rae and I were playing restaurant, where poor Skyler is relegated to the job of dishwasher in her play pen. Not that she cares because most of the time, she's just sitting there, checking her diapers out (wonder if I should go check them instead…), when I, the customer, ran out of 'cash' to pay for my fish and broccoli dinner (yuaachh).

"I've run out of cash, baby," I said.

Looking around, I callously picked the first thing that I didn't mind losing, and didn't look dangerous.

"Can I pay you with tape instead?" I asked. As in Scotch tape.

She stared at the miserable piece of plastic I'd just pulled from an old delivery box, a little disappointed.

And then she spotted her play makeup kit on my desk.

"You can pay me with makeup, mommy."

Sometimes, I wonder if she's really my kid.

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If you ever really needed to LOL

…turn to Close Second.

Really picked me up this morning.

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Kid cuisine

More than one person from home (one of which is my mother-in-law, who poses the question to me once everytime I call home to check on the old folks) has asked me this past week what my kids and I eat everyday here in the States.

It's as though the US is this big black hole where all manner of edible matter disappears. Or perhaps they don't think much of me as a cook, so keeping my kids and I from the verge of starvation without spending the family fortune on take-out can be quite real a possibility.

Whatever it is, relax guys. I can bang a skillet/wok and a spatula together when I set my mind to it. If you don't believe me, ask my hubby, although I must say his needs are pretty simple to fulfill, Thai Chicken Rice being his only request most of the time. And I don't see my kids complaining. Skyler is skinny not for lack of food, so don't go pinning that on me. She will eat pine chips and plastic tomatoes, so -…

*we interrupt this blog entry with a short message about how cute Jenn's kids are. Again.*

We'd gone to the beach and Rae, my four-year old (omg, she IS four years old!! sigh…) managed to wet her undies so she went up to change herself. Came down with her shorts on backwards.

Mommy: Babe, your panties are on backwards.
Rae: (looks down) Oh! (sheepish smile) Silly me!
Mommy: It's okay, we're at home. You can leave them like that if you want to.
Rae: (looks at me, and then outside through the glass doors, and then back at me again) Did you lock the doors?

*end message*

…she LOVES my cooking, although that doesn't really make me sound very good.

So what do I eat everyday? I call it kid cuisine.

For breakfast, they have some kind of fruit, usually bananas or oranges, and cheese and usually a sandwich. When Lokes is around, he makes breakfast so I can catch a few more Zs, and he makes eggs most of the time. I've managed to convince the girls cereal is yummy, so yay, since that involves not having to turn on the stove. As for me, I eat whatever is left over on their plates. And of course, coffee. Yes, you can EAT my coffee, yum yum.

For lunch, it's more sandwiches, more cheese, more fruit. Sometimes I'll make chicken nuggets or that egg snack they both love if I have leftover bacon from breakfast.

Dinner is the main event which I agonise over the night before. Usually we have one meat dish and peas/carrots and/or rice. I've discovered putting a four-cheese-blend on rice is yummy. I make them into little rice balls, sometimes with steamed chicken and veggies. Sometimes I make Chinese-style chicken and potatoes. These days, we have a lot of pasta, which is Rae's flavour of the month. So again, it's kid cuisine, so long as Lokes is travelling 'coz I can't be bothered to cook for me when the kids will no doubt have loads left over.

By the way, you do notice I have a recipes blog. Motivates me to be a bit more adventurous than just Thai-freakin'-Chicken rice.

Hmm. Wonder if I have some Napa cabbage in the fridge?

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More funny conversations

One reason I've wanted to do a podcast is, if for nothing else, to record the hilarious little conversations Raeven and I have, or the ones she and her dad has, which happen almost on a daily basis.

Just yesterday, while driving to a park we love to visit, she said what's probably one of the most adult things I've ever heard her say, God bless her little four-year-old heart.

Now Rae is into rock music, and likes the current top hits from Green Day, Staind, Coldplay, Bon Jovi and the like. Usually, I put the station we both like on, which plays the music from the 80s to the tunes of today. I don't really like to turn my radio on too loudly for fear of not being able to hear the traffic outside, so when something Rae likes comes on, she'll ask me to turn it up so she can sing along.

Sometimes, she gets the lyrics right. Other times, she fills up the rest with her own brand of nonsense.

So Bon Jovi was done with Who Says You Can't Go Home (her absolute favourite song) and up came Baltimora's Tarzan Boy, an 80s hit, for those of you who are too young to be reading this blog. Rae had never heard it before, so I introduced the song to her, telling her that it was a 'nice' one. Hey, I'm an 80s girl myself.

"It's about Tarzan, sweetie. Remember Tarzan?"

Of course she does. We have the DVD.

Anyway, as mommy howled the lyrics, if you can call them that, of Tarzan Boy, Raeven sat quietly at the back. I tried catching a glimpse of her to see what she was up to (she sits right behind me) but to no avail. So when the song ended, I asked her what she thought of it.

"Wasn't that a nice song, baby?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's a silly song, Mommy, Tarzan Boy."

I swear, the car swerved a little and I had to slow down because I was too busy trying not to laugh.

"Silly? Why?!"

"It's a silly song. I like only nice songs," she said.

God, I wished I'd stopped the car then and looked at the solemn little face that I knew was accompanying the serious voice.

After a pause, she continued.

"I'll listen, but I won't sing along."

That was when I slowly brought the car to a halt in front of someone's house, and promptly laughed my ass off.

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A good laugh to start the day off with…

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*guffaw*

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And oh yea…

…cut my hair!

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Zis ees ze happy face of a lady zat's happy wees her haircut!

(yes, extreme joy from vanity compels me to take on a fake written accent)

Ps. Can I just add that I hadn't cut my hair in two years (the last time was when my friends forced me into Monsoon at One Utama when I was six months or so pregnant with Skyler, who is now 19 months old. So yea. Two years is about right). Katie, the hairdresser, which Mom on a Wire so generously shared today, looked a little appalled when I revealed that little nugget of info.

Well, two kids and moving tens of thousands of miles away to a totally foreign country can be a little distracting.

Anyway, LOVE my hair. Love it. Vaant to keees my hair…smooch…

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These kids you raise one issit?

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That was the question my husband teasingly asked me as I laughed hard for what must have been 20 minutes, when Raeven discovered that her sister flattened her play ladle from her kitchen set. Upon discovering the condition of the misshapened thing, she went:

“Oh no! Mei Mei (Mandarin for ‘little sister’) flattened my spoon!!”

She paused, looking sorrowfully at her once perfectly-angled ladle, her highly-tuned, four-year-old brain working hard to make sense of it all.

And then her eyes lit up.

“…now it’s a vacuum cleaner!” she declared with renewed earnestness, before running off with said mangled toy to purportedly clean her ‘house’ (made from couch cushions).

*chuckle*

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