A (Dog’s) Beautiful Life – Part 1; Inspiration from George Rodrigue’s Blue Dog, and Singapore 8 years ago

This was originally scheduled as a tribute for when JD eventually says goodbye… Thanks to Mun, a reader I got to know through my blog, it then occurred to me I was likely not to be able to look at the pictures again for a long time after JD’s passing – so instead I decided to look back now; after all, between additional grieving and warm and fuzzy feelings, which do you think I’m gonna pick…..?

Once upon a time, there was a shy little dog…

JD trying to concentrate on "sitting" in her first Obedience class

JD would eventually flunk out of obedience class because she had to sit/ stay for 3 minutes or stand/ stay for 5 minutes in order to pass with a certificate. Instead, she would look around, scratch, and scoot her bum closer and closer to me with a grin. GIANT FAIL.

To this day, she cannot “pass” traditional Obedience – it hasn’t stopped her from having won the 3-dog Team Event in one of the HK International Agility competitions where there were teams from China and Japan among others who came over… (Solo, she often placed top 3 but only won maybe twice in local comps.) You would not know this when she is not on competition grounds because she doesn’t follow instructions to the T the way the professional trainers’ and breeders’ dogs do.

We’re fine with it, I like the idiosyncrasies like the bum scooting and pretending to yawn etc too much to correct it away <sheepish>. And anyway we trained her so she would get over shyness (when we bought her she had a tummy bug, mange and was excessively shy, hiding under the furniture and crying. Yeah, hard to imagine today), not for competition purposes..

More baby pictures – JD’s taking tummy medicine in the bottom one; she was sick a lot as a pup and loved if we gave her her medicine straight from the fridge
A Chow-chow Named Tsao Tsao. Or Zhao Zhao. Or…. It’s a Chinese name, I don’t know what the pinyin is. I know you don’t care, but the Chow-chow’s owner does. For real.

This is JD, dressed as a Chow-chow in graduation robes. Haha not – she doesn’t like dress up, remember?

This pic was given to us by JD’s Obedience Classmate’s owners. Taken on Graduation Day from Puppy Kindergarten. I swear, I’m serious this time. That’s what they really used to call it. “Graduates” then go on to Obedience Class, and after that Agility and etc. This was in Singapore about 8 1/2 years ago, and “Puppy Kindergarten” = toilet training/ end of obsessive barking. I think. Like Kings, JD did not go to Kindergarten. She was allowed to enroll in OC straight, but then when she couldn’t pass the sit/stay and down/stay 3-5 mins thing, she wasn’t allowed to progress to Agility. When we got to HK we happily carried on because no one said anything about us having to pass OC first.

One of George Rodrigue's Paintings

This… isn’t even a border collie. Cajun artist George Rodrigue did a series of Blue Dog paintings – long ago I read that the dog is his terrier/spaniel cross named Tif (short for Tiffany) and after she died he started featuring her in his paintings – yes, predominantly in blue.

Like so…
And so….

It’s a spooky image after the Cajun “werewolf” legend of Loup-garou. But the point was this dog appears literally “everywhere” in his paintings like the dog-spirit he has given the face of his dead dog – and we found it hilarious and not at all creepy that JD often has the same facial expression as Blue Dog. So occasionally you might see pics where we attempt to capture this effect – of JD in places you wouldn’t expect to see dogs. The facial expression however, is harder to swing.

Like so...

The above is kind of a “cheat” because it’s not hard to take this pic, it’s in a dog-friendly area – but JD hates posing for pictures so it’s not easy to get the Blue Dog Look on camera, she’s always looking everywhere, scratching, scooting. And it’s true that rowdy Mainland tourists in particular like to take this picture from across the road like we’ve done. This is the (f-airly famous) Peak Lookout restaurant, whose owner/ manager is a huge dog lover with a giant bulldog who sits in aircon comfort in the office in summer – it’s a swanky restaurant with both indoor and outdoor seating so dog lovers have wine in their workout clothes after finishing one of the hiking trails, or else have their dogs in attendance at their weddings here.

And so…..

Almost made it to Blue Dog Look, except she looks supremely bored and fed up.

Not Happy

Yes, this was right in front of Disneyland Hotel – it was actually easier to do this in HK because though more brusque and outspoken in general than in Singapore, attendants in HK will usually suffer you driving up, putting the dog there to take a pic, then leaving quickly. The biggest problem is more how to swing it in town with the traffic because taxi and other drivers will not suffer you stopping everywhere.

Some of the pictures taken in Central (more of which I’ll eventually put up) were with patrolling policemen watching from afar, having realized a) the dog isn’t vicious and b) we’re rushing a pic, and not say anything.

Chanel in Prince Building in the heart of Central, about 7 years ago

Like for e.g. this one, which is quite near the High Court, MTR, and was hard to take without bustling commuters/ yuppies moving around JD and in front of the camera. But we were mindful the cops were watching us finish up (though they didn’t say anything to us) so we didn’t linger…

But anyway lemme finish off some of the old Singapore pics before we moved here…

Off Marina Station Road Early 2004

One of my all-time favorite pics, and what I imagine Dog Heaven would be like... But not with Singapore weather - it's about 33 degrees Celsius in the pic... And can you make out Pan Pacific Hotel in the background?

Don’t think any of these fields exist anymore, you can even see the construction behind JD in one pic, Singapore changed so much in the last 7 years since we lived there… And JD looks gawky from many angles because she was a teenaged dog when those were taken…

Crazy Dog - looking deliriously happy because she loves swimming to beat the heat..

I don’t think the above place in Singapore exists anymore either…

Only maybe this place still exists, in East Coast Park – Kings and I went back for beers last year with Rockstar… 

This was also where we were asking other patrons what happened to all the big dogs because we did not see a single medium/ big dog the entire time we sat here with Rockstar 7 years later (and missing JD – I noticed about the dogs because it made me feel just a teeny bit better for not having JD also with us… But it’s true she hates flying – cost HKD 16,000 to bring her over in a travel box meant for a Great Dane, with the handler coming to our apartment beforehand, me putting the recommended aromatherapy oil in her water as well as one of my t-shirts in the crate – and she still took the trip really badly. One reason even pre-Rockstar we never took up her school’s suggestion to bring her for overseas competitions in Japan like some of her Agility classmates go for, with some kind of “limited” doggie passport that allows competing dogs to travel…)

Early sunset during hike around Lamma Island Hong Kong

And that’s how we will eventually end up here. That pic might look nice, but what she’s doing is refusing to look at the camera because she wants to keep going……

To Be Continued…..

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JD

It’s JD’s birthday today, she is the ripe old age of 9 human years. Kings and I can’t agree on (or really remember) our wedding anniversary, but oh, 8 years, 8 months ago, we bought JD for SGD 1,200 and she has been enriching our lives ever since. Now she entertains the Rockstar too.

So today after school, we went to look for a birthday gift for her at Whispers N Paws…

Rockstar’s First Choice

Rockstar: How about this, Mum?

Me: Uh… It’s way too small for JD, it’s for cats.

Rockstar: I meant the cat. It doesn’t come with a cat?

This is like when Kings suggested getting JD her own pet rabbit… You never know if either of them is serious about these things… Anyway it would sadden the Rockstar to know JD used to be afraid of cats. This stems from Mean Cat experiences when we lived near the Orchard Road area in Singapore – there were these horrible things that hid in the bushes at night and would scratch an unsuspecting curious dog across the nose. JD got it as a pup and has had a fear of cats since. We had husky neighbors who had similar feelings. Haven’t checked recently if she still feels the same way though, but in general we’ve never known her to actually snap at anything other than bugs that fly by…

How About Doggles?

Can’t find her old life jacket… But we won’t be on a boat for awhile and she’s not the sort who likes dress-ups…

Sexy Hairy Legs…

This is not a bad idea… We watched the vet superglue (yes, really) JD’s paw pads back together after she split her pad open on a barnacle…

“She Ain’t Heavy, She’s My JD…”

This from one of our many JD photo collections (more later), it’s just for the little pic on the right – Kings is carrying JD down this slope because the road is burning hot… You can see her pleased expression even in the tiny blurry pic… We hadn’t got her shoes because we were too lazy to keep track of four shoes, especially when we’ve been known to lose Rockstar’s shoes on occasion…..

Ok, this one is moving into Are You Kidding Me territory…

Seriously? “Dog Casino”?? Looks a bit like Congkak, but maybe the name is to appeal to all the hard core gamblers who are also hard core dog lovers in HK…

Rockstar deliberates squeaky plush “flowers,” a dinosaur, knitted balls and bones (this is particularly interesting because there are a lot of knitted baby toys right now that look EXACTLY like the dog ones), plush balls, tennis balls on the ends of ropes, recycled rubber and mountain climbing string (yes really it said so on the packet) toys…..

JD’s pressie (and OMG when did my dog’s eyebrows turn WHITE??)

And then we settle on rubber rings. And a bag of salmon skin rolls, which we will give to her after she’s dropped a few pounds because I just discovered our new helper of several weeks misunderstood our feeding instructions and has been feeding JD double her regular meal portions for as long… And there I was wondering why JD looked like she was rapidly putting on weight…

Life is a joy...

 It would appear pressie meets Material Dog’s approval…

And yes, she fell asleep with it

Happy Birthday JD. Thank you for all the hours and years of love and fun. Oh, and the 3km walks won’t be giving me ligament pain much longer, gynea says that gets better as the baby gets bigger, strangely…

Heck, I forgot my dog can’t read. Most of the time she just looks like a dog…

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The Primary School Interview Diaries: Part 2 “How To Prepare Your Child For Interview”

About 10 years ago, an ex-boyfriend was searching for a book that I have never been able to find to this day. It had been highlighted to him by a beloved English teacher. The book was titled, “How To Protect Yourself From Being Abducted By Aliens.”

The real appeal of “How To Protect Yourself From Being Abducted By Aliens,” has to do with the fact its author apparently meant it in absolute earnest. Hence many decades (possibly a century even, who knows?) later, this is a cool book because it reflects the “wisdom” of the time and yes, people’s sincere belief in the existence of aliens. By providing “useful suggestions” to avoid alien abduction, the author unintentionally illustrated the “prevailing wisdoms” about extra terrestrial life – for e.g., “don’t be out in a cornfield at night,” because this is where UFOs seemed to like to land, given all the scorch marks you get in corn fields. I believe there were also radiation-blocking tips that included clothing suggestions (you laugh? But we had Radiation Blocking Siew Yoke not so long ago following Fukushima)…

Well anyway now you know the real reason for my part 2 title. There should be irony, possibly a subtle implication of how our parenting choices (and obsessions) might be viewed in another 50 years or so.

JD Takes The Leap (Yes, we know she can swim. But we have no easy way of pulling her back in the boat without the jacket)

One of the “scariest” decisions Kings and I made was to keep the number of interviews Rockstar would attend to a bare minimum. He could very well have had a bad day at each of the very few schools we sent him to interview at I suppose. Because of different international school timings, we might not necessarily know if he got thru before he had to go for more interviews, and there are schools that provide detailed feedback on your child’s limitations following their evaluations. Then again those schools can also charge like, HKD 6,000 in total for the whole interview biz. Maybe it’s that or a bouncing castle.

But I didn’t want him to go for an unnecessary number of interviews, because 1) it would increase the likelihood Rockstar would have a chance to form the impression school admissions could be horribly stressful and unpleasant, and 2) to that end, I believed that for the (very) few interviews we did send him to, we as parents then owed it to our 4yr old to do what we could so he wouldn’t “have a bad day.” And that isn’t always easy for us to keep up as parents either.

For as long as I can, I’m going to keep up School Is Fun, Achieving Is Fun, Oh – AND – If It Can Be Achieved Easily Where’s The Achievement “High,” Of Course It Feels Good To Complete Your New Un-Age-Appropriate Lego Without Any Help After Refusing To Give Up At 1am! (Barely made it through that one because was exhausted – but I don’t want to encourage him to give up anything halfway, so….. <half-asleep sigh>) I don’t want to believe it has to be “not fun” because the happiest years of my school life were during A levels in Singapore (Go, CJ!) – it was the only time I studied subjects of my own choosing (then-headmistress had sat my parents down after a detailed conversation with me, and recommended said subjects) – Math, Literature, Econs stuff btw, not say, The History Of Hip Hop Dancing.

Not all interviews are a pleasant experience, whereby the school staff are professional enough to make every effort to “de-stress” the child. But when the school looks so exclusive/ expensive and what-not, and you are just one of droves of parents jumping on the interview bandwagon for fear of being left behind, it’s not easy to see it like that.

Then there were schools that would group everyone in huge auditoriums sorted by rows and blocks and announce over the PA system along the lines of We’re Sorry So Many People Wanted To Apply At Our School This Year, Hence The Discomfort, and I’m thinking No, No You’re Not. Sorry, that is.

Then there was a Meet The Parents we went to sometime back, like CIS, something Kings had looked into from when Rockstar was maybe 18 months and I was still at work, whereby I don’t remember seeing anywhere on the letter that you were supposed to bring your child so he got used to the evaluation area before the actual interview. I actually went back and looked at the letter again after that day… But we were the only ones that we could see, who somehow didn’t get the (seemingly unspoken) memo that we were supposed to bring our child. Not for evaluation, but just so the child could get used to the school leading up to evaluation.

Said school staff attending us went, “You didn’t bring your child??!! I’m sorry for my facial expression, but I’m just so amazed – the whole purpose of bringing your child to this is so your child gets an early look at the interview area and-you-didn’t-bring-your child!” while her eyes bugged out of her head and her fingers pressed her temples. Well…. Rockstar did have a bit of a runny nose…. We thought…… Forget it. Honestly we completely didn’t realize we were supposed to bring the child (for e.g. CIS Meet The Parents tells you specifically NOT to bring your child and frankly I never figured how everyone knew to bring their child to that school so I FAIL – how am I ever going to keep up with other unspoken/ unwritten practices even if we sent Rockstar there?) “I HATE her!!! What’s wrong with these people???” Kings hissed the moment she had gone off.

(Yes, I have both a “misbehaving” 4yr old AND 35yr old who would hate this woman with every fiber of their being and refuse to cooperate with anyone related to her. It’s too late for Kings. But at least I can spare Rockstar the epiphany that not all people in the education field are super-nice, sunny, funny, Shiny Happy People.

That might sound funny, but I’m thinking we don’t find it easy to handle all manner of stress well, or even get along with everyone. Even as adults who have been thru umpteen interviews, school exams and what-not and know life sometimes gets easier from sucking it up and not picking a fight with everyone you hate. So yes, it’s good for kids to eventually be able to handle it, but are we really gonna fault them for it when they’re 4yrs old?)

But, to answer Kings’ question about what’s wrong with these people… There are parents who encourage school staff power trips by allowing themselves to be treated that way. Because they are so desperate for their child to get in, I guess. I’m reminded of the ex-colleague who makes a punch-to-jaw action as the only appropriate response to people who introduce themselves “Hi, I was from Harvard/ Yale/ Goldman.” And it would appear there is a little kiddie school equivalent. (Well of course there is, you even see it spoofed on tv…)

Anyway. Aside from the ESF one (they try to group the ESF Kindy’s kids together and all wear their school uniform, not to mention there was a Beach Fun Day leading up to interview and briefings and support for parents), the CIS one was also probably the most “un-stressful” <respect>. In Rockstar’s interview session, we hung out in the library informally so kids were kept busy wandering the aisles exploring the kiddie books, or looking at the displays. The principal speaks directly to the kids and it’s not to say “Ok, let’s go see which very few of you who can play Rachmaninoff on any instrument of our choice we shall pick for this Top International School.” Sans mike, it’s “Hello children, we have more toys for you to play with in the other rooms, if you’ll come when your group is called, and follow me.” Then she takes each group down herself. It really puts I’m-so-amazed-you-didn’t-“get”-the-unwritten-rule and We’re-sorry-we’re-so-popular schools to shame.

In case you’re wondering, that one in a huge auditorium with row upon row of labelled parent-and-child teams – I remember this dad-and-son who had just one seat between them while Kings, Rockstar and I had taken up 3 seats, so scooping Rockstar into his lap, Kings nudges me to scoot over. When I offered this dad our seat, he was literally completely incapable of acknowledging me (though he immediately took the seat). Uh, he would’ve failed the kiddie interview he was about to send his son into. Grownups feel this way and then you expect the child to shrug it off?? So no, I don’t think shielding Rockstar from an unnecessary number of interviews/ possible rejections/ interview stress is molly-coddling him at 4. Because many parents had a problem dealing with that interview stress too – and they were not 4.

(Btw, I would think some of the brightest children would freak at that kind of evaluation, because they are the ones more sensitive to everything around them, so I really don’t know how the booming mikes and stress help a school’s evaluation process… It’s a bit like in that border collie training book I read where they caution you to pick the animal with the strongest herding instinct to train for show, rather than picking the animal with the strongest herding instinct who also has say, a red coat. i.e. you are adding an extra layer of criteria that will in fact limit your chances of picking the best. It was an interesting lesson in this old book that some animals can look like real non-descript mutts and yet perform breathtakingly in herding trials.)

Back in the auditorium. It’s amazing how little parents smile at each other at these things. Idly, I remember wondering what this lady seated near me would do if I gushed, “OOOH, IS THAT THE LATEST LV BAG???” Or “Umm… HOW old is your child?” (Technically this can be insult OR compliment but what are the odds in this environment anyone gives you the benefit of doubt?) There’s a lesson somewhere in there about human nature.

We kept Rockstar as busy as possible with Lego, leading up to his turn. Well everything he’s got isn’t really age-appropriate, but I picked a set that was not-so-new that he might not find it enjoyable, yet one that he hadn’t gotten bored with yet. He could still hear booming announcements, but not have only the other kids/ parents reacting to nerves around the room to look at. “Well everyone is waiting for their turn to get into the playdate area. You have to wait for the most popular rides at Disney too, right?” 

(Yeah I really don’t subscribe to this because I question how good a school is if their selection criteria of little kids includes the ones that simply don’t freak easily, but if you really wanted to try then I think it helps a lot for your child not to pick up on everyone else’s nerves, including and especially yours. My erm, “effort” with the Lego was kind of my way of “accepting” that sometimes you have no choice but to subject your child to some of these things, you can’t protect your child from everything. But. I will limit the number of times I have to do that – and I will do what I can to get Rockstar to get through it, the very few times I can’t limit it. I wanted Rockstar’s confidence and belief in Shiny Happy Education People to go up, with him “clearing more interviews” than being turned down.)

One of JD’s trainers used to say the most important thing was training the owner to communicate correctly. I remembered that after reading an article about the body language of George Bush, Bill Clinton and Cesar Millan, Dog Whisperer. Dogs are apparently really sensitive to body language, and early on we also had to remember things like always stepping away with say, the right foot when you wanted the dog not to react and follow you, stepping away with the left foot when you wanted the dog to move too. Reason is because the dog’s eye level when it’s heeling next to you is about knee level – so a wrong step is especially jarring to the dog. What this taught me was to consider what things look like from the dog and yes, the 4yr old’s point of view, not just my own…)

Sometimes Kings or I would look up while keeping Rockstar distracted, and recognize familiar faces. Once, indicating a couple we know to be super kiasu (competitive) and obsessive across the auditorium, I remember remarking to Kings, “They’d never believe we’d pick ESF over this (much more expensive, perpetually unnamed) school.” Not because there had ever been anything wrong with ESF, but because had the “cooler,” more expensive facilities and such.

For the record – we definitely felt nerves. And both Kings and I have been through some real pressure-cooker situations at work and what-not. How much harder is it then, on a child – unless you as a parent really try to work at minimizing it. Sorry to say, but if you walk into a kiddie school interview really nervous or snapping at your child to excel and remember their ABCs and your child is not the kind who does well in that setting, then I believe you are the one doing your child a disservice.

You have to know what brings out the best in your child first. You cannot help the oversubscription, the behavior of others, or even school policies that include turning down “too stubborn” children. But you can choose how your child sees you react to them.

Oh, and avoid the cornfields. You never know……..

JD Keeping A Lookout For Cornfields

Ps: There might be a part 3 sometime…


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Rockstarism #194 – More Smartass And Naming Baby Rockstarisms

#194

Rockstar: Mum. Today is a big day for you and Daddy. I’m going to bring my (arts and crafts) home.

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Rockstar: Mum. If you can’t remember what people look like, just look at them. 

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And of course, Rockstar is really not leaving off trying to name the baby for us…

Rockstar: Mum. I’ve got a name for the baby girl. Amber.

Me: <mildly surprised> That’s a nice, un-crazy name, where did you get it?

Rockstar: One of my friends from another class told me the name. I went asking, I said, “Do you know what name I can call my baby girl?” (Schoolmate) said “Amber.” He says he likes it because it sounds like ‘Rainbow.’ That’s nice, right?

Rockstar’s little survey brought other suggestions from his genius friends:

Mira

Zack

Pillow

Your-Mummy-Loves-You

Sand

Thomas (the train)

When-You-Grow-Up-You’ll-Be-A-Mummy

Rudolph-The-Red-Nosed-Reindeer

Me: (Schoolmate) said that whole thing’s the baby name? Not just ‘Rudolph’?

Rockstar: He wanted the whole thing because just ‘Rudolph’ doesn’t make any sense.

Me: Oh, it’s Rudolph that doesn’t make any sense……

I'm surprised "JD" or "Border Collie" haven't come up...!

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Rockstarism #193 – Naming Baby And Other Smartass Rockstarisms

#193

Me: What have you got in your (tightly clenched) hand?

Rockstar: Feather. (From down blanket)

Me: Oh, that’s alright then.

Rockstar: So if it was dog poop it would not be alright? Hee.

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Examining his string cheese snack that we are both eating….

Rockstar: Mum. This cheese is quite soft. Why are you eating soft cheese? Soft cheese is not good for your baby.

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So we mentioned our favorite girl baby names to Rockstar recently…

Rockstar: Tsk! Don’t like. No. Not nice. <shakes head>

Me: Uh….. But your parents like.

Rockstar: <authoritatively> I’ll just have to come up with my own name later.

Me: <incredulously> You’re just going to call the baby whatever you want?

Rockstar: Yeah. It’s easy. Like “Flufflepuff”. See? Easy-peasy, lemony squeezy.

I just stopped short of responding he can call her whatever he wants, but his future sister may just not respond. Because then he might teach the baby to respond to Flufflepuff or something much worse when we’re not looking…..

Speaking of which, among other things I was thinking to use the chinese word “Mei” somewhere in the baby’s chinese name. As in “plum blossom” Mei, not “beautiful” Mei… The word is in my own name – not speaking much chinese, my parents had picked the word quite coincidentally (they preferred “beautiful” Mei) and only in the last few years a Taiwanese RM explained “plum blossom” Mei’s “additional” meaning… Apparently because the plum blossom is the first flower to bloom at the end of winter, it implies a certain toughness or strength not immediately apparent when you look at the delicate pink flowers. Hence in chinese poetry apparently the name implies beauty and strength without simply calling your child “beautiful and strong.” Even then, people often mistook my name for “beautiful” Mei and in Singapore I used to get “Wahhh you dem lucky you not ugly siah”… 

I was maybe 30 years old before I discovered this about my own name…….

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Rockstarism #192 – Daddy and the Ninja Turtles

Rockstar: Mum! <seriously, meant as him testing me> Do you still remember the difference between tortoises and turtles?

Kings: Turtles can fight, tortoises cannot fight.

Me: Oh NO.

Kings: That’s why we have Ninja Turtles!

Rockstar: <Gets very excited> Can we get some?

Me: (Mildly annoyed, to Kings) Seriously. You couldn’t see that coming? Let’s see you get out of it…

Kings: Rockstar, Daddy’s very tired.

Rockstar: Mum?

Me: <glaring at Kings now pretending to yawn and nod off> Daddy was referring to a story about 4 ordinary turtles who picked up super powers. They aren’t real, like the Cars movies or Mickey Mouse – real cars don’t talk, real turtles don’t fight.

Later, when we’re alone…

Rockstar: Mum. Sometimes Daddy just sits in front of the tv and doesn’t say anything when I talk to him.

Me: You know your father cannot do two things at one time, he doesn’t respond when he’s driving either. He probably didn’t even hear you, especially if he’s just come home from work. Besides, Daddy didn’t go to Kindergarten, remember? It’s not easy for him to hold your conversations without getting really tired, because he hasn’t had much practice using that part of his brain…

(This is true, because Kings can skim a complicated derivatives termsheet and replicate the product terms/ draw the exotic payoff on a blank piece of paper without thinking twice, but ask him to hold an extended conversation with a 4 year old……………….!)

Rockstar: <knowledgeably> Oh, I know… Daddy doesn’t talk…

Me: Well, yeah. You’re learning about animals now, right? So you know different creatures have different senses or abilities that are highly developed. Some Daddies find it hard to talk a lot – but then they’re pretty good for piggy-back rides or basketball games. But you knew that already, it’s why you already let Daddy get away with not answering your questions?

Rockstar: <resignedly – can you imagine a 4yr old looking seriously resigned, heaving his shoulders and sighing theatrically?!> Ye-eah… Tsk!

Daddies Are Good For Dorky Faces Too..... (Seriously, did anyone notice Kings' eyes are almost the same size as Rockstar's?)

 

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ESF Kindergarten Trip To HK Science Museum

Ready….. GET SET………….!

Rockstar’s been super excited to go on his school excursion to the HK Science Museum – so much so Kings even spends 20mins away from his desk in (fairly nearby) ICC to come see what all the fuss is about.

This what he’s holding, btw. We are about to embark on our own planned expedition!

The day leading up to the excursion, Rockstar forgoes Mr Men and Lego for….. I Wonder Why books. Love these, I’d bought them to help me answer some of Rockstar’s questions easier (and frankly I’m learning a lot from them!)

Rockstar’s been so-so bout these til now… I bot them ages ago through the school…. 

Anyway. Here We Go Expedition. Rockstar is handed an important-looking color printout of highlights which I notice roughly match some of the stuff he’s told me he’s been learning in school (frog and butterfly life cycle, how plants grow) – as well as the “fun” stuff. Rockstar listens gravely and accepts a pencil and map.

No, Rockstar, no typo – No. 11 is What Else You Can See, hence no corresponding picture prompt… (Yes, he really asks if there’s a typo in this thing)
Expedition hits Early Snag when Rockstar gets obsessed with this thing where you have to turn the wheel seriously hard in order to produce enough air to push a marble up through the entire apparatus just to have it fall through the nets into a large pan with a tiny hole at the bottom

Well… At least while waiting I got something in about how the marble always rolls downwards (water flows downwards) because of gravity, and the little hole in the middle of the pan must be slightly lower down than the edges…

Having just looked at a bunch of yellow frogs…

Around the Frog Life Cycle and adjacent various animal skeletons exhibit, I feel….. nostalgic, reminded of that gem of my childhood/adolescence, Sigourney Weaver’s Alien Trilogy. It was the bit about how tadpoles, caterpillars and larvae look nothing like the adult creatures… You know, like those scenes from Alien(s) where the egg hatches into that scurrying crab-thing with long stingray-esque tail that scrabbles about until it can spit its egg in your mouth before wrapping itself around your head waiting for when it’s time for the egg in your tummy to chew it’s way to freedom. <reminiscent sigh>

Found the butterfly station!

My mum was huge fan of sci-fi horror. My son is a huge fan of gross icky things that happen in nature (fungus spores that eventually dry up live ants, starfish limb/ lizard tail regenerations). I may have just found a way to make it even more interesting for him… Must try to get the evolution story in, there’s a warehouse in Ap Lei Chau that carries real fossils you can buy, in concrete…

I’m slightly disappointed to be a little stumped at the DNA/ helix exhibits, and when I recover and start explaining falteringly about “building blocks” and “instructions – like your Lego instructions” that determine how everything grows and whether we are blonde, dark haired, tall/ short etc, Rockstar cuts in because………

He wants to go put his head in this thing.

Interestingly near the bug/bird head thing is an attendant with a bottle of gel sanitizer, who gives each child’s hands a squirt after they’ve taken a turn. The germ freak in me is impressed.  

Most Annoying Exhibit – The goat does NOT sound like a goat ok… No idea how Rockstar can still rightly pick “goat” – lucky guess humph.

Teachers and staff are all in attendance to talk to the kids about what they’ve learnt in school and are now seeing at the museum, and Rockstar is soon shown a snake and moth exhibit…. Then he is asked if we caught the baby-in-womb exhibit we initially passed, as I hear the friendly remark from school staff that he must be particularly interested in his developing baby sister. Erm yes. Of course.

I decide now’s not the time to mention Rockstar has been:

1) Watching my Pregnancy Today Babycenter videos on my iPhone App after pronouncing the ultrasound picture I brought him “boring” because it’s in black and white and the pictures don’t move, and

2) Declaring authoritatively “at least (he) can understand penises” when one of said videos early on illustrates the development of different sex organs in the fetus. (Who knew the fetus develops its organs internally relatively much earlier before we can actually pick it up on the ultrasound?)

<Nonchalantly inch away from his conversation, willing him not to start another imperious I Know Penises, I Have One Soliloquy. “I. Only. Look. At. Penises.” was his initial reaction when the video showed fetal development of reproductive organs of both sexes – after that were the C-section videos and since my husband was supremely freaked, I finally have the sense to screen the videos first. But not before, “Don’t know what all the others are, so far-nee looking. Sheesh.Apparently this is a good reason why girls can’t be understood.>

And then, the “fun” stuff!

But not before we spend a bit of time with the simulated forklift and digger machines, plus a quick glimpse at the electricity and magnet stations (totally unprepared to talk to him bout those.)

Rockstar a little lost and me too exhausted to keep running commentary

 One of the mums comments all the parents passing around us by this time look tired, while all the kids still look wired…. 

Antarctic exploration vessel… Or was it supposed to be an igloo? Exploration “ship” was easier because Rockstar and a whole bunch of his Partners in Crime – note one of em spinning round and round real fast on the thingy to the left – were excitedly jumping about calling this thing a “Space Ship” 

“Space” ship I could still spin about… If just barely… “An Antarctic exploration ship might look a bit like a space ship because they both have to protect the explorers inside from extreme cold weather and of course they need instruments to help them steer the ship around icebergs or meteorites…” whew.

OK. For real now – Fun stuff. Where I don’t have to say anything. Who cares what this thing is? It’s a ball bearing scoop. Whatever.
We queued for this thing, you drive a race car around some HK street

This simulated driving test game is funny – it sounds quite bossy and speaks with Hongkie accented English. “You are too slow.” “Step on the brake NOWWWW.” “You are bad driver,” or something. Don’t even know what was wrong with our driving, we followed the darn instructions exactly. Humph.

Giant bubble maker in kiddie play section

Of COURSE every self-respecting Science Museum must have giant bubble maker. What else do we bring our kids here for?

Oh. Right.

Forklift, he corrects me. Who cares. It’s a machine of some kind. I want to go HOME.

 We end up being one of the last to leave. And there I was dreading being able to stay standing for that long – been having cramps and lying down for long stretches leading up to this trip.

You would expect the Rockstar to pass out early, but nooooo. I was so looking forward to him falling asleep an hour or two early, but instead he wolfs down a massive dinner (by massive I mean as much as I ate for dinner and I’m a heavy eater when pregnant) and stays up til midnight. And the next morning I have to snap at him to go back to sleep, which he does – for maybe another 90 minutes before he declares he’s starving and then demands more I Wonder Why….. 

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Things You Can’t Say To Even Your Closest Mum Friends #1

Amazingly Perceptive Harvey Nichols Display

True friends are honest with one another. Yeah right. It’s just really hard to swing when it comes to parenting or kids, unless you are an absolute master of Dale Carnegie. Even then it’s more likely you open your well-meaning mouth and your (soon-to-be former) friend goes, “Who died and made you Queen of The People With A Parenting Stick Up Their Butt?”

Hell hath no fury like a parent being critiqued. I don’t know how people who work in various education jobs that require interaction with parents about their kids navigate this minefield on a daily basis because parents are nuts. (Yes, and I am a parent. It’s like my girlfriend who says “I can make dead father jokes because I have one.” A dead father, she means.)

But seriously, how would you handle this one?

Newly out of a job/career that had very strongly defined who I was (and frankly how I acted), I didn’t always know how to behave when it came to other people’s children (heck, I still don’t.) So I never told my friend that on one of my first volunteer sessions after getting to know her ages ago, her child (whom I would consider very bright and yes, competitive), after being introduced to me, later deliberately cut in front of Rockstar while they were queueing to take turns playing with something – and then looked me straight in the eye and waited for my reaction. Couple times.

I….. smiled indulgently. (Stop screaming at me, you want to hear my confession or not?? It is a CONFESSION. That means I know I did wrong.)

Rockstar never noticed. He was too busy dancing about delightedly over something that day, at times horsing around with other kids, to realize what my new friend’s child had done. I would have reacted differently if Rockstar had seen it, but because he didn’t…… The other child however, knew exactly. That look I received… Which soon turned to delight. I believe there are kids who are bright but completely oblivious to erm, some of the more “worldly” ways, and then there are extremely street-smart kids that make me seriously marvel How On Earth Did They Learn That? It’s a form of intelligence too, isn’t it, you wouldn’t expect a less-smart child to know how to do that… I have never been able to decide if I want Rockstar to be more or less aware of these things, because truth is there is a lot of this in the big bad world, isn’t there? And awareness it exists might help you protect yourself from it better than if you just had no freaking idea…

Something in that look made me sure her child would say something at the end of the day (and to make myself feel better about my subterfuge, I figured when we became close enough friends ourselves later on, I would do right – but circumstance never brought it up again.) Sure enough, after the incident, my new friend sends this glowing message, saying how much her child loves me and how absolutely delighted she is <shame>.

And so, a budding friendship was born. We’ve shared so many personal stories between us since. Yet this is a no-go, maybe in part because I’ve somehow never talked about anything close to this before. And then… I began to hear stories of bullying incidents (her child as recipient), of various not-getting-along cases, and how unhappy her child is with various people around him/her. As told to her by her child, I mean. And at some point listening to my friend’s adamant retellings, I then remembered my own encounter on a playground ages ago. And now I have a gut feeling

But how could I ever tell her, especially when it’s something she feels so strongly about? In the first place I could just be totally wrong…

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Rockstar’s Bargain: Lego City vs Brine Shrimp Show n Tell

Rockstar had Show n Tell again recently, this is what he brought. After a sojourn with an old friend/ client into Mong Kok, Kings came home with this little glass globe late one night. The packaging had little Japanese words all over it, but well, they’re brine shrimp that Rockstar has inexplicably named Charlie and Rebecca.

You can just make out Rebecca in the bottom corner... Charlie is almost colorless...

Because Rockstar had been learning about all living things needing “sunlight, air, water,” the little self- sufficient globe (never have to feed the critters, just put the thing in sunlight so algae/ plankton can grow, and the crystals apparently provide Oxygen) was a lucky impulse purchase on Kings’ part. I even steeled Rockstar for the possibility the shrimp would be belly up after a day passed around in school – figured worse case we could easily swing a father-and-son excursion to choose more shrimp-and-accompaniments. They’re lo-maintenance pets for anyone, it’s like a paperweight with live shrimp in it. I said no when Kings wanted to put a guppy in it.

Anyway. I had just learned the next day would be Show n Tell, when that evening after Oral Putonghua we are supposed to be heading home for dinner, Rockstar spies… A giant Lego set. And – Rockstar wants his “Show n Tell Treat” (which is nonsense, I buy Lego most any time he wants it, with as many excuses as you will find in the Shopaholic series because he will almost always take Lego over tv) now. In advance.

Oh no.

“It’s way too big to finish in one night, Even If you stay up all night” (could see Rockstar about to announce he would conveniently forgo sleep). “And you have Show n Tell, tomorrow. You have to prepare (a.k.a. watch Youtubes about Sea Monkeys and other brine shrimp) or you won’t know what to tell your friends about Charlie and Rebecca.”

Rockstar eyes the Lego hungrily. I eye Rockstar worriedly. But he’s promised to exercise restraint. How do I now not accept the promise of my 4year old on good faith? Then I wouldn’t even be giving him a fair chance to fulfill his promise. “Well, you get your Lego Treat in advance of the good job you assured Mummy you will do at school tomorrow. You can spend as long as you want tonight setting up half the set, but tomorrow before school I want to see you prepare for your Show n Tell. When you get back from school after keeping your side of the agreement, you can finish the rest of the Lego City.”

Half of Lego City (this bit he needed help with because the red beams keep coming off - even when I was trying to put them together - but then I am not in the 6-12 age group either.)

We shake on it. In fact I regretted when Rockstar had spied the HKD 820 Lego City, that I hadn’t steered him toward one of the smaller projects that I knew could be finished in one night.

“Remember our agreement. If you can’t keep to your end, this is the last time Mummy trusts you to start huge Lego projects on the eve of ‘big days’ in school.”

Rockstar’s exasperated. Huffily, “Ye-es. You already said, Mu-uumm. I’m not going to forget (our agreement) MU-UUMM.”

Next morning, I find a still bleary-eyed Rockstar tinkering with the half Lego City he’s already put up, before asking to watch Sea Monkey Youtubes. Just in case, I’ve hidden the other half of the City, but he doesn’t ask for it, he watches the videos, asks questions, pretends to be a molting shrimp with the duvet, then in the last 15 minutes before it’s time to leave for school says he’s had enough and goes back to tinker with the finished portion of the City.

Nor does he run thru his Show n  Tell a single time with me. “I know LAH Mu-uum!!!” (But he’s done that before so this time I ignore it.) AND btw he doesn’t “Lah” except to be sarcastic. “I won’t LAH.” “I ate something in school LAH.” “Ok…. LAHHHH.” I’m very naggy meh?

Rockstar putting the finishing touches (note space shuttle that has landed in South America)

After school that day, I find to my relief a note from his teacher saying he did well with the shrimp-globe. (I of course am treated by Rockstar to a blow-by-blow of everyone else’s Show n Tell and how well they did.) And then as promised, we break out the second half of the Lego City he stays up til midnight to complete. Ah well. It would seem the Rockstar really takes these promises very seriously and I had stated he gets to take as long as he wants to complete his Lego City after he’s done with Show n Tell. Mum reneges on this and she can expect ‘tude next time round. Kings arrived home from biz trip at that time anyways.

When people told me Rockstar’s personality was a “problem,” this Lego-Show n Tell-Lego behavior was a “by-product” I barely dared to hope for, from not going the traditional route of erm, “disciplining” a.k.a caning/ similarly punishing this part of his personality out of him.

Rockstar victory lap in moose pajamas. Or, “Did you know many space shuttles break down in Hong Kong? This is how I met my new friends.” He means Zippety, and another friend Yeeka who apparently fills in when Zippety has a tummy ache from eating too many garden snails……

It’s been a wonderful weekend.

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Wow, They’re Growing Up Fast

“He’s my friend. He kisses me every morning. <rolls eyes> I don’t like it.”

She tells me they playdate often, and on previous occasions I’ve often noticed them together. The boy with her is handsome. Some kids are cute, cheeky, one boy in school that I know of sports long brownish-blonde curly locks that other mums have pointed out to me looks “so adorable.” But this boy isn’t cute, he’s actually handsome, with that gorgeous coloring you only seem to get if you mix Caucasian and Asian parentage (ok, the girl too)… Tall. Can’t imagine what a heartbreaker he grows up to be, with the roguish air about him.

Rockstar will later introduce him as one of his new friends from one of the other classes – and get a little huffy when I mention he’s got a girl friend, claiming the boy sticks with him, not this girl. And. OMG. Rockstar’s new friend towers a full head (maybe even shoulders too) over my son. Once again I think, They’re Going To Primary School At The Same Time? Is My Pint-Sized Son Going To Get Stampeded At Playtimes/ School Assemblies? Still don’t know how it happened, Rockstar really is in the lowest 2 or 3 percentile of height, for boys his age. And at 5 ft almost-7 inches, I’m the shortest family member on my mum’s side. Recently however, the Rockstar seems to have come to terms with his size, so I’d better shut up about it myself. When I ask if anyone comments about his size in school, he looks at me reproachfully, “No one says that anymore…”

I’m volunteering at Rockstar’s school free-play time again, and for kids who want to do extra writing practice, they have some charts with parts of a plant, at my station. I get cold feet, I don’t know where the sepal or filament are, but am assured at this stage it’s not like they have to know, it’s just one of the things they’re doing writing practice with. (There are charts with plant parts for the kids to follow).

“Mum. Come. I want you to meet my friends.” But a quick glance around, and Rockstar tut-tuts he can’t see his friends. “You go back to the writing place and I’ll try (some other activity). I’ll come by later.”

“Wow, you guys can fill those (plant) parts in? I don’t think I did this til I was much older.”

“We just did this yesterday.” They also point out a display of plants in pots and jars and I remember occasionally they also bring in bugs (those Malaysia Tourism paperweights my mum keeps sending Rockstar with the icky giant spiders, scorpions and beetles preserved in resin came in useful after all), and according to Rockstar, one day they had frogs.

“Rockstar’s Mum. Hello. Sometimes I play with Rockstar.” I look up from a table that is currently exclusively occupied by girls busy coloring their flower/ plant diagrams, to see one of Rockstar’s regular Partners In Crime, and Rockstar hovering nearby. It’s like Rockstar went “Come meet my Mum,” to his friends, same as he did with me the previous session, “What do you say when you meet my friends?” We have been formally introduced and are now expected to get along. Today, it’s Partners In Crime. Tomorrow, it’s gonna be a girlfriend.

Rockstar does bring one or two girls over, “She wears either the white shoes, or the Little Miss Chatterbox shoes. If her mum is bringing her, it’s the Little Miss Chatterbox shoes.” One girl shows me a hairband while her friend tells how she picked it up in Korea. Rockstar will later tell me he’s had two hugs from her when her mum comes. 

Speaking of friends… Rockstar’s been checking out which of his friends are going to the same catchment area primary school since his two best buddies apparently explained to him they live too far away to be in the same catchment area. So I promised to call their mums if he misses them at the new school.

The Rockstar solemnly watched me filling in his acceptance form, read the cheque Kings wrote (as in, See Now, it’s your parents’ turn to have “homework,” because you’ve gotten yourself accepted into the Primary School – Congrats!), and then we’d gone down together to hand the papers in. (I thought it would later help transition him to the new school, which will happen shortly after the baby arrives – which he well knows. We have struck an agreement – he gets more attention when school starts (we’re hiring a nanny for the baby in the first few months), and then his understanding is school will be for longer hours than he currently attends, so Mum is supposed “keep (my)self busy” a.k.a. Get A Life by taking care of the baby, while he’s in school.)

Dropping the forms off that day, we happened to hit break time, and in the short walk between front gate and reception desk, 3 little girls (each substantially larger than Rockstar, of course) dance up to us hand in hand.  “<indicating Rockstar’s Kindy uniform> I used to go to that school, why’s he here?” Not unkindly, more out of curiosity as their eyes flick over my outfit. My scarf happened to be Hermes (well I have to throw myself a bone here, it’s not like I have a lot of style options when I’m fast approaching the size of a minivan – last pregnancy I was buying jewelry); I had also come to realize my sparkly Miu Miu “laptop bag” might be useful when we’re trying to make friends on the playground, it continues to attract little girls… And… It… occurred to me I had better look for volunteering opportunities when Rockstar starts his new school too…

An image of Shia Labeouf’s screen mum in one of the Transformers movies flashes through my mind. She’s visiting him at his new college, gets high and goes, “Oh! Pretty girls. MY SON’S (DORM) ROOM IS RIGHT THE-ERE!!”

It was an accident. She smoked pot by accident. That could happen to anyone, right?

Anyway. To my amazement, almost obligingly, his two closest buddies take a turn at the table I’m at, before declaring they’ve finished and running off elsewhere. I glance at their hurriedly done writing exercise before they pick it up and cram it in their bags (it’s free-play, not serious learning or small groups time (which, if I understand correctly from Rockstar is when they do crafts or writing exercises for real), they can color the flower/ plant diagram, write the parts in based on charts placed around the tables to assist or simply go run around the playground – another little girl is drawing her older sister next to the plant diagram). Stem, Roots, Petals, Leaves – Filament. One of Rockstar’s Partners In Crime has filled in “filament,” having seen it on the diagram in the brief few minutes they’re all giving the plants in their diagrams blue roots because they’ve collectively decided blue is their favorite color of the hour.

The other kids explain to me roots belong in the ground (not where I’ve theatrically stuck them up in the air) where they can suck up water and nutrients, and then we come up with a plausible explanation for why leaves and flowers have to be out in the open, not in the ground like the roots. We can do a little better than Rockstar’s, “Because they’ll die! Buahaha <evil laughter>” I notice none of the little girls around us think that’s funny. This is like when Kings doesn’t understand why I don’t find his jokes funny.

There’s going to come a time when Rockstar is probably gonna make me promise not to come anywhere near his school. Til then, I’m gonna enjoy myself.

Rockstar And Friend On Playdate (JD was running around them too)

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