Monthly Archives: December 2015

Ballet performance

Shannon had her first ballet performance after starting lessons earlier this year. She has come a long way from her first trial class.

A couple of months after she started class, her teacher suggested she join the girls who are one year older, together with two other girls. So when the year end concert came about, she was eligible to take part.

While I wasn’t keen on the long rehearsals and time commitment, she seemed keen enough, so we signed her up for the performance, thinking it would be good for her to experience it.

She has been gamely going for extra lessons, and surprised me by enjoying the long days of rehearsals because she got to “play with her friends”.

We got to see her on stage at Kallang Theatre, and had a good time trying to spot her. Her grandma and yiyis came along to support her, even buying her mini bouquets of flowers, to her delight.

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I asked her what she enjoyed about her first performance, and she said (in no particular order): Wearing a nice leotard, playing with my friends in the dressing room, getting the nice flowers.
I asked if she would want to take part again next year, she smiled and said: “Maybe”.

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Soccer Camp

It was Jason’s first overnight school camp. He was reluctant to go for it initially but we persuaded him. I figured it was a good initiation to sleeping away from home – in school, which is near our home, and just for one night.

He was given a packing list. His way of packing? Glancing through the list, throwing in the items randomly into the bag, filling it until it was bulging, before proclaiming: “Mummy, the bag is too full, I can’t fit in any more things.”

His good sister took out the items, and proceeded to fold them neatly one by one.

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The items did fit in the end.

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He had two full days of soccer training, a friendly match and some sports lectures, and in general, lots of fun with his teammates. He had no time to miss his family. Meanwhile, Shannon was pining away for him at home. Nope, they’re not best friends most of the time. In fact, not a day goes by when they don’t quarrel. But she’s not used to korkor not being at home to tease or agitate her. She kept saying “it’s so weird not to have korkor at home”, or “I looked at his bed but he’s not there”. (They share a room.)

Our only worry was if he had an asthma attack at night. He is prone to wheezing in new sleeping environments, either because it’s too cold or too dusty. So he had his inhaler in his bag with him and I left my handphone switched on at night.

The time passed soon enough and we even saw him during a parent briefing before he spent the night in school. Thankfully, no wheezing occured, although he did have runny nose at night.

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He came home exhausted but happy, full of stories of camp and the friendly match (they lost).

And both of them are back to bickering daily again. 🙂

Santa Claus is coming to town

One of the things we do during the year end holidays each year, is to get the kids to make Christmas cards for our extended family. I pack a box of festive supplies and let them lose on them.

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During one such session yesterday, I overheard the following conversation:

Shannon: I’m going to write Santa a letter. Maybe he will like my card and give me a present.

Jason: (rolling his eyes) There is no such thing as Santa. Silly baby!

Shannon: Who says? I will try and maybe I will get a present and you won’t.

Jason: How is Santa going to come to our house? The only way is from the windows. And if that happens, we will think he is a thief and call the police. So there is no way Santa can come!

Shannon: I will leave Santa some cookies and milk.

Jason: The food will rot and insects will come.

I have no idea where she gets such notions from, because we hardly discuss Santa or gifts from Santa. Maybe she gets ideas from books, or her friends.

Anyway she ignored her brother and happily wrote a letter for Santa.

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