ageing bath time best friend birthday books brushing teeth celebration child play fashion fear fighting with each other goldfish growing up hair happy with looks health holiday how children copy kumon learning new words living with guilt love mealtime with kids morning with kids music play date reading school silly talk with kids sisters sleep habits snow sorry swimming with kids teasers therapy thumb sucking weekend working from home
> Care for some tea?
> The insatiable yearning...for long tresses
> Best friends forever? Uh-oh! Not so sure...
> Back to School
> Pride and Joy
> If I die, who will teach my daughters?
> Today's Wish...A Baby?
> Silent Heroes
> Who's at the door? Come on, quick!
> A new version of Windows
> My green-eyed wonder or will it be grey?
> Do I HAVE to brush my teeth?
> How about a shower today?
> The lonely tap with no friends
> Half Blood
> God made us Sisters, Hearts made us friends
> Now, THAT was a fun ride!
Archives: August 2010
Like a little squirrel, scurrying away with my things one by one, carrying more than her little hands can carry…eyes darting from side to side making sure that I’m not watching her, Kit has slowly transferred majority of my room into hers or so it seems…
Now that she is content with all the treasures, this is what a visit to the decorated windowsill reveals...all my stuff against a backdrop of (Yes, you guessed it!) my WW BOOKS! (Where IS the appeal in those?)
Now that Kat is taking good care of her looks and face, she looks rather well turned out and smart especially with her glasses that she has to wear constantly because of her near sightedness. However, she hates wearing them and is so looking forward to the day when she can switch to wearing contact lenses. Apparently it’s best to wait till she’s 12-13 years of age before we make that switch so she’s REALLY excited (and she’s only 10!). I thought she was only excited about the makeover she was going to have – I was not aware of anything else on our visit back home from the optician until:
Kat: “Can I have green coloured lenses?”
Me: “What?” I say this loudly thinking I must have heard wrong and she must be referring to green dresses instead.
Kat: “Can I have green coloured lenses and can you please speak softly?” She looks around to check if people are staring at us. Kat thinks I’ve become very loud recently. I THINK I’M NOT!
Me: “What are you talking about? Is this a fancy dress show? You will turn out a different person if you change your eye colour. You know that?”
Kat: “Just for weekends. It would be so much fun. Okay, if not green, can I have grey please?”
Me: “Absolutely not!”
Kat is very thoughtful all the way home. I love those big brown eyes and would never change them for any other colour. Her silence tells me that she is working on a different plan (or colour) to convince me…Oh dear! What next now?
Kit was tired and not very enthusiastic at the thought of brushing her teeth (as usual!)
Me (after reminding her about bacteria, viruses and stomach elly): “Do you know what will happen to your teeth if you don’t brush them?” I say this in a low voice as if the germs are listening to me…
Kit (eyes wide open, in a hushed voice to match mine): “Let’s see if the teeth fall out!!”
…And she goes about picking her 6 books for bed time as if nothing has happened and is ready for bed and I’m left wondering if I should now close my mouth or say something or stop looking like that last goldfish in the bowl!
With Kit, things have been REALLY different – she’s always loved a bath. With dozens of toys around her, so many drama lessons, so many swimming lessons have taken place in that bath of ours! Her skin gets slightly red and itchy after being in the water for a bit long so Kit’s bath is not longer than 10 minutes on an average but even then, those 10 minutes are the most cherished moments as we race to the bathroom every day (Yes, we do that!)
Post swimming is the only time when Kit will step into the shower with Papa and she will scream! She does not like the shower one bit. For one, it’s not hand-held so you cannot play with it or do it your way and secondly it comes down on you full strength from the top – FULL STOP! So I had given up all hope of Kit graduating to the cleaner, happier world of showering in the near future (at least) when she came up to me yesterday and said:
Kit: “I think I will have a shower today like Kat.”
Me: “Really? Yippee! Mummy is going to give you Kat’s shower cap as a gift. Let’s go…”
Now she gets really excited. Show them some enthusiasm and they are on the verge on getting hyper so quickly. When will I get the balance right?
So we both race to the bathroom. At first Kit is a bit sceptical about her decision and fusses around with the shower cap, checking out the shower cubicle, looking up at the shower (like our handyman does). Then she finally steps in (I marvel at her trust in me) –she is convinced that the only way to shower is to have her back face it and there is no way to convince her to face it the right way. When all my efforts fail, I go to Kat.
Me: “Kit is having her first shower all by herself.”
Kat: “That’s weird!” (Everything is weird right now for Kat as she’s reading and munching strawberries)
Anyhow she follows me disinterestedly but her expression changes when she sees Kit: “Oh mummy, she looks so cute!” So there is Kit with a cupcake shower cap on, head down, arms firmly by her side, still back facing the shower! Of course, there is NOTHING Kat cannot fix for Kit (when she wants to). She tells Kit how much fun it is to have a shower and how she drew hearts with her fingers on the shower door when she was Kit’s age and it feels nice when you actually face the water…so Kit who will do anything for Kat DOES IT!
Kat’s inspiration goes a long way every time – their love is enviable at times. Numerous hearts on the shower door, silly songs and hip hop dances later, a happy and victorious Kit walks out of the shower with promises of a shower every day. JOY!!
So, after the task of waking Kat up was achieved successfully (Kit was no issue at all!), we set upon the water jobs. As I was helping Kit with her teeth, I was a bit distracted and was also trying to explain to Kit about the roof tank cleaning in a simple way…
Kit: “There will be no water today?”
Me: “Some people need to clean the tank on the roof. They will turn the water on after some time and it will come from here (pointing to the tap)”
The second I said the word Tank I knew I had made a mistake because now I had a million questions ahead and this brush job would never get done. Tank reminded her of fish now!
Kit: “Tank? What tank? Water is in tank? There is tank on roof? We have fish in tank, right?”
Me (thinking she looks cute when she screws up her nose like that but I just can’t get the job done this way): “We have to finish brushing or people will go up and switch the water off and there will be no water. Your choice.”
Kit was now very confused. She looked at the tap and touched it: “People will go up. Go up? From where? Here?”
I was eyeing Kat at the same time so I said YES without looking at Kit.
When I didn’t hear any sound (either of teeth being brushed or Kit fidgeting), I looked again at Kit who was still staring at the tap: “How can they go up to the roof from here. This is too small!”
Me: “Oh Yes, it is! Which is why they take the elevator instead…Now come on.”
I then dragged Kit Kat along to breakfast with one last look at the tap and thinking how weird it would look if someone actually did drop out of it! (No offence Santa Claus…we still do the carrots, cookies and milk every year – PROMISE!)