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> iTunes on fire!
> Panda Victory
> Jump rope Stunt
> Death & Dying Fear
> Mozart, Bach or Brahms today?
> Lego comes of age
> Lip gloss affair
> Sisterly Love
> Ear pulling works!
> Cruising islands & streets
> Sit down to pee please!
> My twin sister
> Sorry but these are not for sale
> Boo boo
> When Kat met dog...
> Expression of love
> Puny is in
> Chewing gum & Stones
> Pain in the neck
> Kumon Sisters
> Is there a Gruffalo?
> Mission accomplished
> Sacrifice to God
> I spy...
> Don't ruin my life
> Thumb sucking - Yours or mine?
> Stomach Elly
> Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...
> Who is Baby #1?
> Apple of my eye
> Rocking with Sunglasses
> The 19th Wife and Weight Watchers!
Archives: July 2010
So this is what happened on this last visit when Papa took Kit to the Men’s restroom – after Kit had finished the job and was occupied with the hand washing procedure, she looked up to see Papa (nature of these men’s urinals!).
Kit (very concerned and very alarmed): “Papa, you must sit down to pee. You cannot pee when standing. You cannot wet your pant!”
Papa (obviously had to finish what he had started!): “It’s ok Kit”
Kit (still upset): “No, but mummy will be very angry if you wet your pants” (!!)
Papa found this very funny and came back smiling from the loo. Kit, on the hand found this as a great tale to tell on Papa and did so right from the moment she saw me!
Moral of the Story: Kit is beginning to understand – restrooms should not be mixed…
The one time when I see Kit Kat really in love with each other is when they pack their doll clothes for a holiday. They do it with so much love, its unbelievable…you would think they never fight with each other. Such cooperation, such understanding – impressive!
Such was the interaction today that Kit was beaming from ear to ear when she came running to me.
Kit: “I love my sister” (the my sister reference is only made on special occasions)
Me: “Very good” (relieved to hear something happy on such a busy day!)
Kit: “We are sisters. We are twins. She loves me and I love her. That’s why!”
Before I could say anything to Kit, she was off, content to have a twin sister whom she loves for the next few seconds at least!
While Kat and her cousin are so busy having gladiator fights (?) and playing cricket with kickboards and noodles (thank God this is a residential pool and most times we don’t have other swimmers), Kit is only worried about her newly bought Splash Bombs. She is my little mermaid and swims beautifully on her own now and considering she’s only 3.5 years she does a remarkable job. She even streamlines into the water from both sitting and standing position and if she has an audience on deck – what a performance we all are honoured with!
Coming back to the Splash Bombs, these water toys have been the best gift Papa could have bought for her. Kit is totally in love with them and they help with her swimming as she throws them all over the pool and then swims to collect them. If any child gets hold of them, she gets all possessive and then eventually shares but for the last week, each and every session in the pool has been all about these funny squishy shapes that Kit has with her in her little orange bag!
Yesterday the big and funny lifeguard on duty was playing with Kit by throwing these toys in the pool for her every now and then. In the beginning, Kit played along but after some time she got suspicious of him and came and whispered in my ear:
“Mummy, I think he wants my toys. Sorry but these are not for SALE.”
The way all indoor pools are built, Kit’s whisper did not really sound like one and everyone heard it and it came out really hilarious.
We all had a good laugh (Kit included) and after some more fun and play (more grumbling about the dripping all of us), we were back home – ready for another splash another day!
Kat on the other hand has matured from Band-Aids to massage. For her all boo boos can be cured by leg or spine massage (she loves that!) That works great for me because Papa is the Massage Therapist in our house who will sit by Kit or Kat’s side tirelessly massaging them for as long as they need it (he gets this gene from Grandad!)
Looking forward to Kit graduating to the massage squad soon. For now, I have just removed 2 bright yellow SpongeBob SquarePants plasters from my big toes (recovering from the ski frostbites) which Kit had lovingly attended to...
All kids are born fearless – the best age of all! Then creep in the insecurities where we as parents play a pivotal role I think and this is where the dog fear came in – I have this innate fear of four legged animals and they seem to sense it no matter how far they are! They are drawn to me instantly and maybe I behave strange because of this?
Kat must have sensed and picked this one from me (obviously!) to the point where she would not go near any animal (let alone touch it). She was terrified of them…but then came the huge problem…FRIENDS! You never want to be embarrassed in front of your friends, do you? So Kat decided one day (she gets this determination from me I like to think) that this was it – after sessions from her psychologist on overcoming fear (the fear was that bad!) and many nights with both of us talking about it before going to bed, Kat has done it! When she sees a pet dog on the street with someone, she goes up on her own and pats/strokes the dog (very confidently) and sometimes the dog does look fierce and I have to force myself to stay put on the ground and stop myself from shaking so violently!
Nothing makes you prouder than the achievements of your children…
As for Kit, she will easily copy what Kat does. When Kat was scared of dogs, so was Kit. Now that Kat is not, Kit will readily put her hand in a cub’s mouth! Kit for Kat!