When we decided to send Erica to a all subjects taught in Mandarin Chinese school, many of our friends taught that we were mad. Frankly, I don’t blame them. It was indeed a crazy move as both Dave and I cannot read or write in Mandarin. Despite all the well-meant you better not to it advise, we went ahead with our plan. Yeah, we are extremely stubborn, haha! How did the learn Mandarin plan come about? Why did we decide on such a “difficult” path? Dave is convinced that China would be the next big economy after the US and Erica would have an added competitive advantage if she is proficient in Mandarin. When he told me his theory I remember laughing to myself, thinking, “He watched too much CNBC!”

What about her English? Despite our “soft spot” for Mandarin, English wins hands down. We considered many options like having her home schooled by me (dh was sceptical, haha!), hiring a home-tutor to coach her, sending her for weekend English classes etc. We were not comfortable with any of the options. We felt that nothing beats the “school environment”. Anyway having a good command in English is way too important to take such risks. Just as we were about to abandon our learn Mandarin plan, we stumbled upon Chung Kwok School (CKS). This school conducts two curriculum – Mandarin curriculum before lunch and an English curriculum in the afternoon. We loved the idea but I was worried about the long school hours. My dh convinced me to give it a go and told me that we could always pull her out if things don’t work out. That decision was made four years ago and it was a darn good one, well after a few months of tears for both Erica and I.

The first two months in CKS were a nightmare for Erica, only the morning curriculum though. The English curriculum was a breeze for her and she loved it! She would come back with minimal school work to be completed for the afternoon session, but tons for the morning session. I remember spending hours looking up online translations (from Mandarin to English) to help her through her homework. At times I even had to do her homework for her because she fell asleep doing them. Poor girl!

Many people (my mom and sis included) taught that we were SO cruel having her to handle two curriculum. They tried in their own manner to persuade us to do re-consider. We were VERY tempted to pull her out of CKS even though we never admitted to anyone then. Dave and I agreed not to jump the gun but instead allowed her some time to settle-in before we pull her out of CKS. Surprisingly she started to like the school “a little” after a month. She started to smile more and came back home with some happy stories from school.

In order to “speed up” her learning curve, her class teacher advised us to get her a Mandarin tutor. I never imagined that getting a tutor would be so challenging! Most of them were only keen to coach students with a strong foundation in Mandarin. They would come surprised, shocked and even a little upset that Erica had close to zero knowledge in the language. Crazy, huh? If the kid has a strong foundation in Mandarin, why in the world would she need a tutor? We were baffled by their attitude. All in all we hired and fired close to ten tutors (each lasting at the most 2 weeks) before finding these two amazingly dedicated teachers. They patiently tutored Erica from scratch and brought her proficiency in the Mandarin language to a level that is beyond our imagination. Both of them were so passionate in teaching her and were genuinely interested in her progress. We are still thanking our lucky stars for finding them.

After a year of coaching by them, Erica’s proficiency in the language improved so much that many of her school teachers and friends were shocked. From barely making the passing rate, she consistently achieved 75% in all her taught in Mandarin subjects. She could even have simple conversations in Mandarin with her friends. By the second year she was reading story books in Mandarin and continued to have even more success in school. No words could describe my gratitude towards these two ladies who had worked wonders with Erica. Many people asked me why she needed two tutors. I felt that she would be bored spending so many hours with just one tutor. With two, she would have diversity and it would make learning much more interesting. So I hired one to concentrate on her grammar and another on her writing skills. This arrangement worked well with Erica and the tutors.

Erica will be graduating from CKS and moving on to secondary/middle school after a major exam in two months time. We are so proud of her and so grateful to all the teachers at CKS who had worked with her, as well as these two incredibly passionate tutors.

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My hubby was a little worried during my last birthday (in March). He assumed that I would be depressed as it meant saying farewell to days of being thirties. As “the day” was on a weekday and he was super busy at work, he made arrangements with the girls’ school for them to have the day off. Yeah, he actually wrote a letter informing the school that the girls needed to skip school to celebrate my fortieth birthday. Men!! *shakes head in disbelief*.

The girls brought me to the movies to watch Alice in Wonderland. They used their pocket money to pay for our tickets and popcorn. It was kinda of nice but weird at the same time. Just because they were paying for popcorn, all three of us had to share a tub – all the doing of my stingy younger daughter. She didn’t have any problems with expensive popcorn when her daddy and mommy were paying for them! Anyway Alice was nice and the popcorn tasted better than normal, haha!

After that they took me to ArtFriend, my favourite supplies shop to pick my own birthday present. Cool, huh! I got all excited at the shop, not because I get to choose a present for myself but more because my girls took the trouble of making me happy on my birthday. ArtFriend is indeed one of my all time favourite places. I spend hours there each time.

When we got home I baked my birthday cake. I don’t normally bake my own birthday cake but I was feeling so happy (and loved) that I decided to bake the family’s all time favourite opera cake to celebrate. When dh came back from work we went to our favourite cosy neighbourhood cafe for dinner plus some cake cutting. The day turned out to be VERY memorable ….. lots of bonding time with the girls and dh. Turing forty wasn’t so scary after all.

Where have I been for the past 2 months? Have I stopped blogging but never said good-bye? I received quite a number of emails on this for the past few weeks from many concerned friends. Some were even worried that something happened to me.

Thank you so much for your concern my dear friends. I am fine, don’t worry. Yes, I am still blogging …..  its just that I was so pre-occupied with my little BFF. We spent so many hours hanging out together daily that I do not have anymore energy to blog after that. Here she is. What do you think?

I have never been a doll person. Actually I don’t remember having a doll as a kid. Not sure why I never took a liking to them, most likely its due to their plastic body and fake facial expression. I just couldn’t bond with them. Everything changed when I discovered waldorf dolls two months back. I was transformed into a doll-freak! I spent many hours researching on them and “drooling” over the creations of reputable waldorf doll makers. I like how they are made entirely with cotton and wool, and how they have very life-like facial expression.

I still find it difficult to believe that I actually own a doll. My dh is amused over my Nikki related activities. He thinks I treat her like a human being. I would talk to her, carry her all over the house, bring her out on road-trips and even hug her to sleep at night (sheesh!). I am surprised with my own behaviour too, but I am sure having hell of a good time with Nikki, haha! Everyday I would rush through my mommy’s duties, so that I can spend more time with her. Over the weekend, the girls and I would have “play doll” sessions. They are sucked into the waldorf thing-y too. They are two dolls each!

Well, this is what I have been doing for the past two months. Things have normalise a little now, so I am back at blogging, baking my girls tea-time snacks and cooking proper meals. You will definitely be hearing more from me now.

Both my girls are pretty good swimmers but I feel that they need some pointers to further improve on their strokes, especially breast stroke. This is the perfectionist in me talking, I suppose. For me proper technique is important in order to fully enjoy an activity and to prevent injuries.

I have been on the lookout for suitable advanced swimming lessons for quite some time. Good swimming instructors are so difficult to find. I thought all my problems were solved when I found him, but it was a challenge trying to “squeeze” a slot into my girls’ already jam-packed weekend schedule. Eventually we gave up sleeping in on Sundays for it to happen. David has been so sweet to do it for quite a number Sundays while I sleep in. I finally did my Mummy Duty a few weeks back. I lugged my camera along and had a lot of fun snapping away.

I like how the club management has dedicated lanes for lessons so that the kids are not “disturbed”

Some little ones listening to their instructors

A rare shot of Erica (my elder girl). She tends to either run away or covers her face when I bring out the came. Tweens!!

My ever ready for the camera daughter.

“Arianna, stop sticking you bum up! You breathe with your mouth not your bum!”

Taking a mini-break

Erica and Arianna have been dying to have a go at this. It has not happened yet. Daddy and mummy have been working very hard, trying to arrive 10 mins before lessons but failed. After lessons? They would be starving by then and dying to go for brunch. Mental note to self – will leave the house 30mins earlier this Sunday, for them to make it for the spin.

My baby announced the minute she woke up, “I am nine years-old today. I don’t want to be called Bee (her pet name which is short for baby) anymore. Your can call me Rihana, if you like.”

I turned to Erica and we burst out laughing together. We were trying to imagine a out of tune Rihana croaking Umbrella.

Honestly it is quite a shock to me that my baby is 9 today. She seemed to grow up so quickly despite her tendency to fall sick often. She has two huge tonsils so it was high fever once every 3 weeks since she was 6 months old. It gradully became once every 6 weeks. Her relationship with her tonsils are improving…. only losing it when she is stressed-up. Looking at her now, we are so relieved that she is strong and healthy.

Cupcake cake for her to share with her friends at school tomorrow.

Mango cake that she had with her weight conscious mummy, daddy and close friends.

With two of her favourite bigger than her soft toys when she was 1 year-old.

With her favourite bucket at the park near home.

Enjoying herself as a fairy during Christmas when she was 2 years-old.

Hospitalised for a week when she was 3 years-old due to a rare skin disorder. She was happily reading her books and watching Madeline while we were worried sick over her.

It was everything Tink when she turned 4. Here she is in her favourite Tinkerbell dress that she would wear all the time, even to sleep if allowed to.

Just before she turned 5, we brought her to Disneyland – the kids’ wonder world where all dreams come true.

She had her 6th birthday with her best buds at McD.

Growing up a little too fast for my liking.

“Mummy! Look I can reach the light switch without my baby stool!”

Her just wanna chill out and do nothing birthday last year.

In her current favourite dress.

I have never been one good with traditions, frankly I suck at them. Since young I never saw the significance of Chinese New Year. To me it was (and is still is) merely another flipping of the calendar day. I only enjoyed the extended days of holidays that came with it. Before marriage it would mean holidays overseas with friends, but after marriage everything changed. I needed to be a responsible daughter-in-law and mother ……. certain chinese new year must-dos needed to be done even though I do not believe in them.

During Chinese New Year it is customary to prepare “goodie bags” for family and friends. I enjoy putting together personalised gifts each year. I find store bought hampers expensive and boring! This year I made Valentine’s Topiary filled with traditional CNY cookies and nuts.

I spent a week cutting circles from 5 yards of velvet plus many, many hours assembling them. It was fun but my biceps were aching by the time I completed all nine of them. This was the most time consuming part. The rest was quite a breeze.

I painted and decorated metal pots from Ikea, planted the topiary with a thin layer of cement, filled it up with the cookies and nuts, then covered it with dried moss.

My girls had a lot of fun in the entire “planting” process. They would work through their homework (from school) in record breaking speed so that they could help out. We had some awesome time bonding ……

I included this tea set as part of the gift too. I fell in love with it the minute I saw it at the mall. It is SO PRETTY. I hope my friends feel the same too. *keeping my fingers crossed*.

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I spent the first couple of days after cancelling our holidays puting up a brave-front in front of my girls. I was my usual chirpy and happy self keeping my elder girl company while she does her work, and helping my younger one with the daily crafts planned for her. When my girls went to bed I sulked and took out my frustration on my husband. The poor guy took it all in a stride …ever so sweet.

I was having so much trouble getting myself out of the in-no-mood for everything in my life. I needed something badly to get me back on track. When I found out about The Original Bootcamp (OBC) from another blogger I was convinced that it was just what I needed to get myself out of the rut – an hour of intensive outdoor exercise military style at 7am thrice weekly.

I signed-up for the OBC without much fact finding. I assumed that I would be able to handle it after having a personal trainer in the gym for awhile. From its name (military style bootcamp) I expected it to be tough, kick ass and intensive but ….. After 20 minutes into the session I was gasping for breath like a pathetic 50 years-old grandma. The intensity of the exercises was totally unexpected. I was in total shock. Me? Somehow who has been exercising regularly with a trainer, has to struggle so much? It was humiliating and mind boggling at the same time. It dawn onto me (much later) that I cannot do high intensity strength training and cardiovascular exercise at the same time. It’s either one or the other. I was just not trained to do both by my trainer (yeah, pushing all the blame to him).

The aches and pains that I had during the first week was horrible. I had so much difficulty walking up the staircase to my friend’s place (on the 2nd floor). I had to walk at an angle to lessen the pain. My friends were shocked, surprised, concerned and amused. I burst out laughing when my 8 year-old offered me her hand.

Things got better in the second week. It was still tough but I kinda got addicted to the after-session bazillion “happy hormones”. The so satisfied with myself feeling was awesome. By the end of the second week, I fired my personal trainer (while he was still on holiday) and signed up for my second month as a Happy Bootcamper, one who could work my muscles and run on the same day!

Hubby and I made a painful decision last November. We cancelled our planned 6 months in advance, eagerly awaited year-end holidays abroad. It was painful, difficult, awful but we did it. At times I wish that we are less responsible, I wish that we love our daughters a little less, I wish that we are more selfish , I wish, I wish, I wish …..

My elder girl’s teachers felt that she has the ability to secure a government scholarship to study abroad. As the exams are going to take place in September next year, we were advised to prepare early (huh?) and send her for extra coaching during the year-end break. Being the non-typical Asian parents (Asian parents tend to be very obsessed over kids education) we laughed it off. We were shocked when my girl told us that she wanted to have a go at the scholarship thingy. We tried to talk her out of it as hubs and I prefer our girls to have a more balanced school versus all-other-fun-stuff. She convinced us to support her decision ….

We ended up cancelling our holiday plans – hubs went back to work and I was busy sending her to and from tuition classes. While she was busy with homework, my younger girl and I prepared Christmas gifts for our friends. We made Christmas trees out of our friends favourite chocolates and sweets. We even made one in Japanese wasabi beans and sugarless sweets for a special old lady. I was inspired by Angie of Treasure For Tots. She has a tutorial on it.

This is what I made for my girls. After doing 11 trees, I was too lazy to paint/decorate the pot. They were not the least bothered, more interested in the goodies (all their favourites).

I was not in the mood to do any Christmas baking or any other baking for that matter. My oven was not warmed-up for over a month. I was busy feeling sorry for myself (over my cancelled holidays) when my kids were not looking. I know, I know, I am a spoilt and immature mummy.

Here’s a song (my favourite) from me to you. I hope that your Christmas was filled with lots of Joy, Peace & Happiness!