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Written by beeber on June 1, 2009 – 10:50 pm -bAlAnce…the fact that it is lacking at the moment or the past three years. I can’t believe I have been a mother for the last three years. After one of the worst meltdown I have had to deal with in the past three years, I reflected on motherhood during my quiet drive home. These time of reflection comes far and few in between. Most of the time, I find myself incapacitated due to lack of energy or brainpower. It feels as if I am doing some sort of rocket science when I try to outwit a 3 years old and a 17.5 months old. It explains why sometimes I feel like I would collapse from exhaustion at 9:30 AM (NOT PM) on the weekend. And sometimes motherhood is this incredible rollercoaster riding of extreme highs and lows.
A perfect example came yesterday. anZel woke up asking for dAd after his afternoon nap. Big tears were coming out of his eyes when I told him that dAd had gone to work. He knew there wouldn’t be videos to watch without dAd because mum had never “seemed” to be able to get the computer to work. I had to keep Mr. Grumpy contained in his room because Arden was asleep. It would be the end of with one child throwing a tantrum and another one without her afternoon nap. There were a lot of pushing and kicking and telling me that he no longer wanted mum. After much holding and telling him, we were finally able to settle on a couple of books. We were even able to practice throwing a bag of diapers in getting our frustration out I was happy that we were able to “redirect” him in channeling his frustration. Once Arden woke up, the three of us were able to play together for a short while.
Since both of them have a variety of allergies, I tend to avoid process food. The children rarely eat candies. For some reason, a couple of leftover lollipops caught anZel’s eyes on the kitchen counter. He asked if he could hold them. He knew better than to eat them. So I gladly offered them for him to hold one on each hand. Then he had asked for another one. I asked if he had three hands. He said “I could put one under my armpit.” And he asked if he could eat one. I said no. He started getting frustrated and used the lollipops to hit me. The rule at home is that if one doesn’t know how to use something (given a couple of warnings), the tool/object would be removed from the holder. So I removed the lollipops and told him that he could have them back in 5 minutes. This just sent him over the edge with lots of hitting, stomping his feet and crying hysterically. I gave more warnings and told him that if he didn’t stop, I would have to put the lollipops in the trash. At the end, the lollipops went into the trashcan in the kitchen. He went digging for them while murmuring “are they in here?”. So they had to go to the big trashcan in the garage. He was so upset that he threw up over himself and me. My white shirt was covered with sour yogurt and cantaloupe. Eventually, we made peace and I told him that I would buy some “home” (allergy-free) lollipops. After we changed into clean clothes, I decided that he could use another hug and some more reassuring words. As I reached down to pick him up, he jumped up with all his might. With his little coconut aimed directly at my jaw, my brain hit the roof of my skull, my mouth closed and my teeth sank into my tongue. I tried all my strength to keep my cool. I found the doorframe and slowly guided myself on the floor. While I didn’t want to scare him, I couldn’t keep the tears coming out of my eyes. I felt blood in my mouth. anZel was in shock as well. I told him that I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me but I needed a moment because it really hurt me. Eventually, I got myself together and walked downstairs with him.
With blood still in my mouth, all three of us went outside for a walk. anZel insisted on riding his scooter and Arden wanted to be on the tricycle. Then Arden wanted to be on the scooter. A few feet down the road, she decided she wanted to go by herself and pushed my hands away. Somehow it didn’t surprise me that she fell and hit her head on the pavement. In order to hurry home, I asked anZel to ride the tricycle home and hold the scooter with one hand and Arden the other. But anZel insisted on hold his sister and ride at the same time. When it proved to be futile, he told me that I must be hold his sister’s hand. He said, “I am on the bike, the cars won’t hit me. Hold sister’s hands (worry about her getting hit).”
As I strained to retell my weekend to my colleagues with my still swollen tongue, there was smile on my face.
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Written by beeber on May 15, 2009 – 10:19 pm -Arden has a couple of cold sore on her lip and her tongue. The poor kid keeps telling us that we are giving her “chili”. How does she know what chili tastes like when she has never had it herself?
On our way home from school this evening, Arden was inhaling a box of raisins. I told her that she must share with her brother…she said “Right hand gives you”.
During the same ride home, anZel was mesmerized by the stories on the radio. When Arden offered him with one raisin, he said “No, thank you. I had one at school. I will go home and have dinner.” If only I could store this in a bottle.
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Written by beeber on May 13, 2009 – 12:21 pm -anZel: Where does tree come from?
A few days later…
anZel: Do trees have mum and dad?
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Arden brought over her snack container and begged me to open it in the morning…because I didn’t want her to have corn chips for breakfast, I pretended I couldn’t open it.
Arden: Open
mum: I can’t open it.
Arden turned around and look at the draw where we put knives and said: Knife
mum: Knife is for cutting.
Arden sat down on the floor and tried to open the container by herself and said “Try open”
Good luck, girlfriend!
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Written by beeber on May 3, 2009 – 9:29 pm -Arden: Be careful, brother!
Yelling across the table to her brother…
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Written by beeber on April 22, 2009 – 3:45 pm -mum: Arden, what would you like to have after your milk? Pancake or yogurt?
Arden: MIN (gummy vitamin)
NY fAshion week
Written by beeber on March 2, 2009 – 10:41 pm -In celebration of NY fAshion week, Grandma Helen dressed Arden in a dress that belonged to her cousin SumYee. These are selected from 27 photos. That’s what happen when it rains in California and Grandma is bored out of her mind. 
Photo #1 Like this?
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Photo #12 Are we done yet?
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Photo #13 Styling in front of her country kitchen with her tractor and pet bear
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Photo #16 Like this???
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Photo #18 A close up
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Photo #27 THANK YOU. It’s finally done!
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Written by beeber on February 22, 2009 – 2:56 pm -On our way to meet with the Wus on Saturday, anZel kept asking when we would get to the park.
mum: We are almost there.
anZel: When we arrived at the park, should my whole body come out?
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Arden cried for a long time during her morning nap. This is anZel’s explanation.
anZel: Maybe she saw the step-mother in the dark.