Funnies: *Dirty* Little Boy

Tiger is definitely my kiddo despite the fact that he refuse to acknowledge the fact that I am his MAMA!
Why? Cause he is as dirty-minded as mommy or dang, is it daddy? I mean, all guys are horny...


Anyway, here's the scoop:

He's usually with me when I get dressed in the mornings. So, I am used to naming body parts for him. He already know all the basic ones.

So, yesterday morning, he pointed at mommy's boobs and said "pou pou" which means well, boobs in Chinese.

I was shocked but as a professional mommy, I kept a straight face and I said, "Yes, that's right. These are pou pou."

The laa-tee-dah, I left for work and forgot about it.


When I came home that evening,

I asked Tiger: "How was your day? Were you a good boy?" (The usual blah-blah)

Out of the blue, MIL replied: "Today, your son poked at my breasts and said pou pou. He also tried to bounce them."

Mommy: Blink blink..then ROFL...



Ah, the joys of motherhood and a joker kid...

I am glad that Tiger can identify one more body part, but...

I hope he doesn't go around pointing them out in public. That would be embarrassing, even for me.


Disclaimer:
If anyone from the social welfare department is reading this, please note that my son is a little precocious and curious in 'this' department. There is no abuse or hanky-panky or any sort in my house.

I abhor child pornography but I love taking naked pics of my son. They're so cute and also handy for blackmail later in life. You know, in case Tiger brings home a girl I do not approve of or if he leaves me in a old folks home kinda thing.

I'd Pick More Daisies

Letter to Tiger Thursday

Dear Tiger,

I am not going to pretend that I read poems all the time and serenaded you with my beautiful sing-song voice. I have neither the patience nor intelligence to decipher what the heck the writers/poem-ist are trying to say behind their flowery and complicated language.

This one poem struck a chord when I first read it because I hope when I am fifty, I don't have to write about my regrets in life. I hope it leaves an impression on you to live your life to the fullest and to reach for the stars.

Mommy will be right behind you every step of the way.

So, if you tell me that you wish to be a ballerina in thights, I will bite my tongue and nod my head encouragingly. Should dementia set in early, please print out this letter to remind me, ok?

If I Had My Life Over - I'd Pick More Daisies

Nadine Stair

If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax, I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.

Note: The line I would go to more dances does not translate to clubbing every weekend, well unless you take me along. Then, can...


Lots of love,


Mommy

Mini Bugs Bin

Since I am a Lazy Mama these days, most things come in mini versions. They are cuter too, like mini poodle, Mini Cooper, etc.

Also, most themes are extended two weeks cause umm....we want to have a better understanding of whatever we are doing. (Tiger would roll his eyes, if he could)

I was wasn't planning to do a bin of any sort (coz again, I am lazy) but the brat didn't want to do 'match-ze-inzect-to-ze-flashcards'. So, I had to get sleazy
I just grabbed whatever was within reach and threw it together. The kiddo was tricked and he loved it.

"Muaahahahaha..."


Here's the Bugs Bin (after Tiger attacked it, I swear it was prettier):

A just expired bag of spiral pasta & rubber bugs.

I used a small box as the usual container would require a few bags of pasta.

Besides, 1 bag is already more than enough for clean up time.

Believe me, there is a lot of cleaning up with just 1 bag.

The bin had his undivided attention for 30 minutes.

He did lots of scooping.

...and scooped till he was bored.

Then, he developed a love for pom-poms out of the blue.

When I say, "Bugs bin?"
He replied, "gibberish" and added his whining and leg stomping drama.

Of course he got what he wanted: not 1 but 2 boxes of pom-pom
He filled up the entire can, no joke...

Well, it was good practice for his pincer grip

Then he decided that Mommy needed to do some sorting and the bin was too bland.

So, graciously, he tipped the pom-poms into the bin.

Then, he looked at me with menace and did an evil laugh.

Or did I imagine it as my eyes tear up?

Then, he did some transferring before he quickly thought of more work for Mommy

 "I think I'll just scoop it across the room...Muahahahaha"

Then he stepped on them for that delicious cracking sound...

Lots of sensory fun for him and more work for lazy mommy..

Serves me right for being sluggish...

We love messy play, don't you?