After Usagi… And The Turtle Ninja Teenagers Who Are Freaks…

This is our balcony after the storm. One potted plant appears to have been un-potted but interesting Rockstar’s rubber duckie is untouched. Hmm. NASA’s gonna wanna talk to us about that……

I feel like the title is just all levels of drama because it’s not like anything really happened to us. Our helper rushed out to get her full day’s out before stuff closed and she had to get back a whole hour earlier than usual (when you are young and have a boyfriend I suppose this is like death), we realized morning church sessions were still on (but then both Mens slept in so we went to crowded 11.30am service which is usually our last choice because it’s packed, and it was packed as usual but then they’d just finished renovations so we could sit comfortably after all), we decided to go eat at Shangri-La because we thought we might be cooped up in the apartment with 2 little hyperactive kids for up to 2 days, the supermarket was the only place that was even more bustle-y than usual, I was determined to come away with the one set of acrylic paints left in the store So Help Me God and ended up rummaging behind all the shelves, Kings slinked off for a basketball game which was cut short a half hour when T8 was raised and the sports center people kicked everyone out, and then that night it was quite a storm but by morning it was soon gone. <catches breath>

A-nyway……

This the Miss toddling about the new baby floor at church, looking down into a street that looks pretty normal, pre-Worst Typhoon In 3 Decades… Except for one row of windows where the guy was taping those red “X”s …

This the Miss KO-ed at lunch. Well, our lunch. She had her lunch at 5pm because that was what time it was by the time we got home (she woke just before we left, frowning disapprovingly at our hasty supermarket run). Then she was in her chair safely while I did this:

(Even as JD did that….)

(And Rockstar did….. something else. I don’t know what he’s doing there.)

Before they did this. But then JD had to be put in the bedroom because she would not leave Little Miss alone to create That Masterpiece Which I Dreameth Of and Little Miss was soon toddling after her all over the apartment with a loaded gun paint-filled brushes.

There comes a time when you know your child is having loads of fun with or without a canvas….

And you are just Nope, Can’t Do It. Have To Stop Them From Going On And On Until The Painting Is Just Mush. There is just so much mush one can display on the walls. And next time I should save our old moldy disgusting shower curtains to art jam on. Actually no, can’t do that either.

(Btw, can you see the lumpy texture of the green paint? That’s because it’s covering all the lumps and bumps in Rockstar’s original Tractor Tipping painting last post… But it worked out quite well right, when Little Miss started swiping the paint about..)

Oh, but this next I was quite proud of:

I had loadsa fun with THIS though…

Go on, ask me how I got Rockstar’s consent.

I found a loophole. See now, because of those backgrounds-that-were-meant-to-match-their-masks, we couldn’t show off the Ninja Turtles’ real mask colors the way they were meant to be. Obviously, this would necessitate a do-over. <silent, over-the-top victory dance and fist-pumps that already totally embarrassed my son when I did them on school trip last year>

Well that, and offering him the pristine new little canvas from the starter kit so he could crayon Donatello and Raphael in battle.

Oh, what’s that on the other painting?

Rockstar found a new use for their old neon sticks from Mid-Autumn lantern-ing… (He’s annoyed I interrupted the masterpiece to have him look up for a pic)

(What he’s doing is attempting to sew those neon leftover sticks to the canvas; one of his classmates’ mums has been in to show the kids how to sew – running stitches, some diagonal and horizontal ones I don’t know the right names for, cross stitch – and then some of us other mums had been helping with the finishing up… There was also clay modeling of healthy foods…. Anyway up til then I never knew Rockstar could sew, I’ve never seen him with a needle before, and though I endeavored to get him the right kind of thread (because if I glue the whole plastic thing to the canvas I won’t be able to save the canvas at all), I couldn’t find anything other than a very fine needle from a travel sewing kit)

I had to go put the baby down for the night so I left him for a bit; that canvas full of paint is very stiff and all he had was a very fine grownup needle, so I figured I’d come back to find him having given up and settled for bed, but……

Y-eah. Guess he REALLY took it seriously.

And you’d think that after all that I would get that picture of a flower I’ve been dying to decorate the apartment with, right? Looks a bit flowery right?

Wrong. Know what Rockstar says this is? The satellite imagery of Typhoon Usagi.

It’s just SAD when your child fails to live up to your ideals <tragic sigh>.

And he still had to do this on the little canvas with crayon. Raphael is smiling because he is kicking at Donatello, which is also why D is not happy.

ps: And they haven’t taken the netting off the outdoor furniture around our development either. 

(I know, folks here are just ?? Why Are You Taking A Picture Of The Furniture In Ropes? But this Southeast Asian is all Because It Is A Picture Of The Furniture In Ropes. They have to tie furniture in ropes so it doesn’t fly away – you don’t think that’s even a little freaky??)