Dummy

I have been meaning to wean my twin boys off their dummies since they turn 1 year old, but I have delayed again and again as their dummies has saved our sleeps.  They have cut back significantly on their use, and only allowed to have them in their cots.

A few days back, I noticed a tear in one of the dummies, and was worried that they might bite and chew on it and be swallowing bits of rubber.  I don't want to buy them a new pair either.  Perhaps it is now time to try to wean them off their dummies. I'm just going to cut off the bit that is torn.

The plan is to nip the top off gradually over a couple of months until they are unable to gain hold of the dummy in their mouths.  Fingers crossed it will work and they will abandon the dummy by themselves.
I cut off the top of both dummies feeling really anxious of what my come.

Ethan was the first to get the 'fixed' dummy, he took it and oblivious that it has been nipped at the top he popped it in his mouth.  A few seconds later, he pulled it out, examined to make sure that it is his dummy, and popped it back in.  Yet something felt different, he took it back out to examine it, I tried very hard to keep a straight face watching this.  Niel soon asked for his dummy and did the same.
Soon they started to chatter: "dummy broke...dummy broke...broke dummy..."

I hid my wicked laughter and tuck them in their cots.  "Good night, darling" I said, they pop the dummy back into their mouths and slept anyway.   That went well.... looking forward to the next nipping day.

Peanut Butter Omelet

Few weeks back, I was cleaning out my cupboard of old scratched teflon pans.  Since my boys somehow love to play 'cooking', I decided to give them for the boys to play with, along with some old kitchen utensils.  They would imagine cooking all sort of things from ball, trucks, and sharks, then serve it to each other.

A few days ago, Malakai asked if he could help me cook lunch.
Not actually knowing what I was going to cook anyway, I agreed to his request.

"What are we having for lunch today?" I asked him.
"Omelet," he said, "my brothers and I like eggs".
Sounds good, I gave him a few eggs to crack into the bowl and he whisked it.
I added some milk to it, and he said, "Mum, I need some peanut butter."
"For what?"
"To put in here, so it taste yum...!"

I was tossing up whether I should agree to it or not,
and decided to let him experiment as I also have put silly ingredients into my cooking making things inedible.
Malakai promise to eat the results, if he keeps it, I am happy.


As it turns out, even his brothers enjoyed it and licked the plate.
Peanut butter omelet....? *eugh.*
I skipped lunch that day.

Oh, my head!

It is one of those weeks again where I have so much cooking in my head, so many agendas to roll out and items to tick from my to-do list.  I have been researching online, reading books and magazines for ideas, I am so pumped up.  I am going to make a website and I will start by designing my own personal blog. 

Yes, this blogger blog. 
I am going to do it. 

I am not just going to modify the template and change colours and upload some pictures, but I will sit down and work a design Photoshop and do CSS scripts in Dreamweaver.  
I am going to design this from scratch.  I will the work on a website and offer my design services. 

Working from home around my children, isn’t that every mom’s dream? Oh yea!
I can imagine everything, me on my computer and my lovely well mannered boys happily playing together, serving each other. 

It’s going to be perfect!

I need to commit for this to work.  I am going to make time.  I am going to collect the spare 10 minutes here and there and use it for this ‘project’.    Well, the kids can play an extra 15 minutes by themselves and an extra 30 minutes TV time.   I can do this ‘trial session’, it’s just a small personal project, a two weeks design school assignment.

Then it happens, the unchaperoned playtime of three strappy boys result in head hitting, head sitting, snatching, slamming, wrestling, and continuous screaming.  On normal days, I could just tune out from occasional cries.  I wondered and envy how could some other mums manage to work from home with their kids around them?

All the reading, the researches, and the staying up late caught up to me.   I am hearing one cries after another for the whole waking hours just doesn’t help my cause.  I have come to the point that my brain physically hurts, I feel like it is going to explode inside my head.  Every time my heart beats, my brain pounds against my skull, it hurts so much to the point where I almost…almost wish it’d stop beating. 

Three weeks has gone by since I dust out my sketch book.   A couple of sessions with the doctor and a week on Neurofen, nagging for massages, and whole day sleeping in t away from it all (to thanks to my husband);
I realize that I physically cannot cope with being a full time stay at home mom to three boys under 4 and do this.   Not now.  I am not ready.  I put my sketchbook back into the drawer.  Not yet.