While watching Spicks and Specks, there is a segment where the sing the tune to a song but the lyrics are from a book, I was singing along with the host and the Lil Tiger was sitting next to me.
Me: Hey mambo, mambo italiano. Hey mambo, mambo italiano
LT: No mummy. I Lil' Tiger no Mambo mambo
Me: No LT it's a song it goes "Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano"
How did you spend your ANZAC day? Today we got to sleep in a little bit. I know people usually get up before the break of dawn to get to the dawn service but I thought this year we would just stay home and reflect.
I told the Lil' Tiger about the soldiers that went out to fight for the freedom of our country and also what it means to live free in Australia. I know she may not grasp the true meaning of it but I hope if I do this every year she will understand it one day and appreciate the sacrifices that these men, women and animal did for our great nation.
This afternoon, our ANZAC activity is to make poppies from paper. I downloaded the template from Tiny Me and pre cut a few petals as prep. I gave a pair of scissors to the Lil' Tiger and taught her how to use it properly. I think she still needs a lot of pratice using it properly but she is getting there. :) She did well with the glue stick though.
We were also suppose to bake ANZAC biscuits but I forgot that I ran out of golden syrup at home. Owh well. Maybe next year hey? I hope next year I will get myself together and maybe plan a day of it.
How did you remember/celebrate ANZAC day with your little ones?
The Lil' Tiger and I love riding our bikes. And why not? We live close to the river and there are heaps of bike trails around for us to explore. I think this will be one of our monthly if not fortnightly mummy daughter thing to do.
The Lil' Tiger is of the age where she knows what things are and is curious about other things. On our bike ride, she always ask me questions from the back of her seat. "Mummy, what is that?" or "Mummy look, a truck! Weeee" I love this stage. The curious stage. To see everything again in through her eyes. To teach her things that I usually take for granteed. To learn new things with her and to grow up together.
We usually stop over and take a break at one of the parks on our route. She loves playing at the park. Slides are her favourite. Over the past few months, she has learnt how to climbe the stairs and ladder by herself. She doesn't need me to hold her hands up the stairs or help her up the ladder anymore. She would go on the slide over and over and over again until I tell her it's time for us to go. Sometimes, she is happy to go, sometimes not so much. I will then explain to her that we have to go home because it's getting dark or its lunch time and will give her at least 5 minute as a warning. I realise if I give her such warning, she will know what is expected ofher and go without a fuss. That doesn't work some days though, but for now, I will take the positive over the negative. :)
{ Looking at different types of ducks in the river}
This morning, I woke up thinking "Owh man, another day at work. Why can't I just stay at home and continue sleeping with my baby by my side?"
I got out of bed and turn on the TV like I normally would. I would usually turn it to one of the cartoon channel that has Dora on, but this morning a clip on the CNN channel caught my attention. "Bomb blast at the Boston Marathon". Immediately, I had to find a place to sit. My eyes started tearing. I am not sure why, it just did. Who would want to bloody do something like this? A bloody MARATHON for God sake! Why? I couldn't wrap my head around it.
I went to get the Lil' Tiger her morning milk and told her to go watch the TV in mummy's room. I sat on the couch outside. My eyes still glued at the images and videos coming in. Why? was still my question. Why why why?
I have been reading about the preparation for the Boston Marathon on some of the running facebook pages I subscribe to so I know how tough it is to even qualify for the marathon. It is one of the oldest and most prestigious marathon to run.
I said a prayer for the victims. I hope they find peace a solace in this time of need. I pray for the volunteers and people offering their help to the victim. I hope they will be blessed with joy and compassion. I said a prayer for the person or persons behind this cowardly attack. I hope they pay for what they did. And I said a prayer for the rest of Humanity. I hope we would learn to love one another again. I hope we find peace and I hope we find compassion with and from one another.
In the meantime, I shall hug my Lil' Tiger a little tighter and longer tonight. I will tell her how we should always help and love one another. I hope you do to, friends. I hope you do to.
This year, my garden have been good to me. Here are some of the harvest that I have been enjoying and sharing with my friends and family. I think this year is a success because M and I worked together. M waters the plants every morning before it got really hot in the summer and continued to do so right through summer. I think our plants appreciate the drink every morning. Everything in my garden is planted in pots or containers. We do not have a big garden so we make do with what we have. We also use the Vertical gardening method. This means we plant upwards instead of down on the ground.
Our summer crop consisted of tomatoes, rhubarb, heaps of lemons, mint and beetroot leaves. Mmmm... This winter, we have just laid down spinach, silverbeet, sage and sweet potato. I think in the next couple of weeks, I am going to grown some broadbeans as well. We had them last year and they were amazing!
Do you have a veggie garden at home? What are you planting this season?
I know it's a little late to blog about Easter (try a 2 weeks late) but, better late than never right?
Over the Easter holiday, the Family and I went up north to Moore River to get away from the City. It was an hour and a half drive from where we were and it was gorgeous! We spent the whole day by the river just eating, drinking and talking. It was the short and fantastic getaway for the whole family. No internet. No 3G network. Just us and mother nature. It was a perfect sunny day too.
One memorable incident was when I was kayaking down the river with Tiff. As we were paddling up stream, we saw a Mercedes 4 x 4 on the sand dunes. There were 2 of them and one looks like it is towing the other. One of the 4x4 was stuck in the sand and couldn't get out. Tiff and I sat by the river in our kayaks for a good half hour watching the owner of the car try to get the other one who was stuck. We were both laughing at the fact that if we were in the same situation, what would we have done differently. I told her that I would have just called for help from someone or maybe just cry by the side of the road. HAHA...
On our drive home, I asked M if he would now what to do if our car was stuck in sand and he said "NOPE" *sigh* Curious, I went online and search for answers. I found the easiest to understnad one HERE. It says, the most important thing to not to allow the wheeles from over spinning. This will dig a deeper hole. Hmmm... good to know. It also says to use a shovel and dig your way out. Maybe I should keep the spare shovel in the car. :D
The Lil' Tiger was playing with her dolls and putting them to sleep (pictured above). One of those dolls is an Ikea soft pillow in the shape of a strawberry.
Me: LT can you please give mummy the strawberry pillow?
LT: No mummy. Strawberry is sleeping. She wakes up 2.30 ok. It's nap time. See (pointing to the clock) it's nap time. She wakes up 2.30 ok? You have to be quiet. Shhhh.....
If you
are like me, you have a thousand thoughts going through your brain at once. As
a mom, those thoughts are often of my daughter and possibly my other children
as well. What kind of person will they be? Am I doing the right
thing? What should I give them for dinner? And so on.
Today’s
post will be some sort of an interesting one. Most may not like what I am about
to say but please keep in mind that this is my blog and it is my safe place,
nasty comments (i.e comments personally attacking me and my family, if there is
any) will be deleted. I always believe that if you have nothing nice to say,
then keep it to yourself. If it is constructive criticism then I will allow
that after all it is your opinion.
When I
heard this song by Macklemore “Same Love” for the first time, I cried. I cried
for the child that he was talking about. That child that was so scared that he
was Gay. All my thoughts were also with the mother of that child. How would she
react to something like that? How would I react to something like that? Then my
thoughts went on further to thinking, what if one day, the Lil’ Tiger or any of
my other children came up to me and tell me that they are gay? What would my
reaction be? Would I be sad? Would I feel happy? Would I start to worry? What?
This thought went on and on again and again in my head.
To be
honest, I wouldn’t know how I would react, but here is what I want my children
to know. I will accept them for who they are. I will hold their hands as they
go through probably one of their hardest part of their life. I will fight for
who they are and their rights and most important of all I will still love them
no matter who they are.
Of course
I will be scared for them. Of course I will worry for them. After all, being
Gay is not widely accepted by everyone in this world, although, I think most of
you know someone who is Gay whether they are still in the closet or not and we
just choose to close one eye and not accept it. I know a few within close
family and friends.
Being Gay
often leads to family falling out or the person being Gay is outcast by their
very own family and although I personally do not have any experience in this, I
still do not want that for my child. I know how lonely a person can get without
support and compassion from their family. Being Gay, often comes with a stigma
that it is against nature to be one. To be honest, most of the time, maybe 99%
of the time, you are born Gay and not made. So does that mean that what you
have created and carried for 9 months is not natural? How can you love someone
for that long and then turn around and not love that person anymore just
because they are being who they truly are? Are we that cruel?
Some
people argue that it is against religion to be Gay but killing someone in the
name of God is ok? (I am not only talking about extremist Muslims here, if you
look back in history, the extremist Christians kill in the name of God as well)
To be honest, that is between them and the God that they believe in. We
have no right to judge one’s sexuality in the name of God just like how killing
someone in the name of God is not our right either.
Coming
from an Asian family, being Gay is not an option. Period. It’s often pushed
aside and maybe swept under the carpet. Better not to address it and make it
real. That is often the mantra. What is not there is not real. If a family
accepts that their child or someone in their family is openly Gay, then their
community in which they live in may not accept it and the whole family may be
outcast. Which is kind of sad.
So what
is the whole point of this post you might ask? I write this for my children,
for my family, for my friends, for people I know. I write this because I want
them to know that my love and my feelings for them will not change no matter
what. I want them to know that they will have my love and support no matter
what path they choose.
To my
beautiful children, if you are reading this, know that mummy loves you so much.
An unknown car came up our driveway, it was our neighbour's friend. The Lil' Tiger came up to me and told me that she was scared. I told her it's alright and that it was our neighbour's friend. She continued to play. After 10 minutes, their friend left and the Lil Tiger came up to me;-
LT: Mummy not scary anymore. Uncle friend left. It's all right now ok. Not so scary anymore. Uncle friend left.
Me: That's right. It's not scary anymore.
LT: It's alright mummy ok. Don't be scared. Not so scary anymore.
Hi, my name is Feli. I am mum to a beautiful daughter and a hyper Bichon. I live in sunny Perth, Western Australia. Non coffee drinker but I love a good green tea latte.