Rockstarism #217 – Typhoons And Goodbyes


Typhooned trees and grass

Rockstar: (Checking out the weather forecast from the HK Observatory App on my phone) Mum! Typhoon 8! It may even go up to Typhoon 10! Me: Even if it drops to a T3 you won't be going to camp tomorrow. Rockstar: Then what are you going to do to entertain me?

"Typhoon Supplies"

Kinda lucky I'd recently stocked up on McQueen stuff for when my mum left, because the last time Rockstar had wept quietly. It was pretty heartbreaking because he doesn't cry very often, and he didn't even say anything til I saw him and asked, whereupon he wiped his tears with the back of his hand and said, "I'm just sad Grandmum's gone. I miss her." So this time I kept reminding him when the grandparents would be leaving, because they had their own lives to go back to. The McQueen stuff was to "illustrate" how he "had (his) own life to get back to as well." 

"Bye, Grandmum!" (Soo happy this time I didn't have to see him all heartbroken)

The storm reached T9 last night - Kindergartens are closed from a T3 and up; offices, the stock market etc from T8 onwards. Rockstar was bouncing off the walls from being kept indoors and away from summer camp to boot - in between his piling all the pillows and blankets up and trying to make home videos of himself hurling into them, and of course McQueen races, I did try to talk to him about the weather. Namely how wind, thunderstorms and lighting come about. He's taking an empty ziplock bag for his Show n Tell - and telling everyone he has wind in it. 

I shall NOT elaborate on the fart jokes his father then tried to squeeze in. Hope those don't make it to school as well... Maybe I can also convince him to take his Lego weather satellite along... 

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About Aileen

I blog about living and raising my son in Hong Kong - where toddlers have entrance interviews, parents keep test score spreadsheets, private school debentures can trade for more than half a million USD. Raising Rockstar's the most important thing I'll ever do. We show our true colors by the choices we make in bringing up our children. My blog is a message to my toddler son, about what the world and his parents are like today - for when he becomes a teenager and knows everything.
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  • CA

    “He’s taking an empty ziplock bag for his Show n Tell – and telling everyone he has wind in it.” That’s the ideal set up for the giggles due to fart jokes. How noisy was it at yours during the typhoon? It was crazy this side on HK.

  • zmun2

    Glad to hear that everything is fine. Wow! your mother is so strong to lift Rockstar like that.

    • Aileen

      My mum’s taller and bigger than me and I’m about 5ft 7in… Also, she has a lot of practice toting her various dogs over the years about… They do awful things like refusing to walk and demanding to b carried in and out of the car sometimes, and they are easily heavier than 17kg JD, so definitely heavier than Rockstar…

  • Jessie Yap

    Hope everything is ok for your family with the T8 typhoon. And sweet to see Rockstar missing his grandma so much 🙂 Also, hope everything going well for you without your mum around to help you

    • Aileen

      Thanks Jessie, she doesn’t stay much longer than a few weeks each time, partly because she doesn’t like the boarding available to her two dogs and usually spends some time having to make it up to them when she goes home… Rockstar also does Incredible Sulk with them, but yeah they do get along… Though he makes them very, very tired… (He makes Kings and me very very tired :P)