Apple cinnamon Loaf

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Apple Cinnamon Loaf

1/3 cup brown sugar (not packed)<– I'd reduce it a bit.
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
2/3 cup white sugar
1/2 cup butter, softened
2 eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 3/4 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 cup milk
1 apple, peeled and chopped

Preheat oven to 350F/about 180C. Grease and flour a 9 x 5-inch loaf pan. Mix brown sugar and cinnamon together in a bowl and set aside. Beat white sugar and butter together in a bowl using an electric mixer until smooth and creamy. Beat in eggs, 1 at a time, until incorporated; add vanilla extract.

Combine flour and baking powder together in another bowl; stir into creamed butter mixture. Mix milk into batter until smooth. Pour half the batter into the prepared loaf pan. Next add half the apples and half the brown sugar cinnamon mixture. Lightly pat apple mixture into batter.

Pour the remaining batter over apple layer; top with remaining apples and add more brown sugar/cinnamon mixture. Lightly pat apples into batter; swirl brown sugar mixture through apples using a finger or spoon.

Bake in the preheated oven until a toothpick inserted in the center of the loaf comes out clean, 30 to 40 minutes.

My Mum’s Date Loaf Recipe

Date Loaf (Mum’s)

Ingredients [as per recipe but best to double and use bigger tin]

1 cup chopped pitted dates
1 1/2 cups [185grams] S R flour
1 tspn bicarbonate of soda
90 grams butter [softened]
1/2 cup soft brown sugar
2 eggs – lightly beaten
1 tspn Vanilla essence

Preheat oven 180 C [350F].
Brush deep 18cm square cake tin with melted butter and line with baking paper.
Put chopped dates and bicarb in pyrex bowl, add 1 cup hot water , stir and leave 15 mins.
In another bowl, Beat butter and sugar, add vanilla essence, and whisk till light and creamy.
Gradually add eggs and blend in.
Fold in half of sifted flour, then half of date mixture, then slowly add rest of flour and then dates until well-combined.
Pour mixture into cake tin and bake for 40mins or until cooked. Cool before serving.

Fast4Malaysia 2013 and other snippets.

As mentioned in an earlier blog post, we decided to participate in the #Fast4Malaysia this year so here are some snapshots & thoughts:

j2 and I at sahur

j2 and I at sahur

Here’s j2 and I at Sahur (meal before daybreak) enjoying our meal together. We had croissants with mascarpone (from our raw milk suppliers-review on that later!), mango (given by our inlaws the day before), j2 had a chocolate muffin as well . We also had 2-3 glasses of water, as suggested by Auntie Zasz πŸ™‚ He decided to read a book and stay up, while I went back to sleep. I had given the kids the option to have a water only fast, if they wanted and I had said they don’t have to join in if they didn’t want to, j1 and k couldn’t wake up (j1 didnt want to join in this year anyway) so it was just j2 and I πŸ™‚

Later on, I went to my meeting at Whisk (oh the smells of delicious coffee), and I had to explain why I was fasting, although I am not Muslim. They were quite fascinated I think πŸ™‚ Due to my meeting’s extended time, I went to get McD’s for the Don and the other 2 (gasp! I know, we haven’t really had McD’s in eons, don’t tend to go eat), and I asked j2 if he wanted to eat or carry on, I didnt mind either way, he had done very well, making it to half day as it was, with no water even. He was really undecided so I said he can let Dad know when he’s decided. He later asked his dad to sms me to say he’d like to eat. So I told him again later, that I was VERY VERY proud of him for fasting for half a day, and for even wanting to participate πŸ™‚

After their BM classes, on the drive home, where we talked about the Abrahamic religions, and how many religions/cultures included fasting in various forms, and why Muslims fast during this particular month, and spiritualism, vs being spiritual, (yes, it is a long drive (and there was traffic) LOL) and that although we may not subscribe to any one religion, we should try and live out the basic tenements within all of those religions.

After the other 2 got distracted with another discussion, I had asked j2 about his thoughts on fasting (his essay is below) and all that, esp with what we’ve discussed before. He said that he thought it’s good to be a part of something like this, and that he particularly liked how people should do more charity, and think about nicer things and be nicer to people. He said that they should do that every day but he admitted that sadly that isn’t the case, is it Mama? So I told him, yes, that’s true, but so long as WE continue to try and be kind to people, to be considerate and do charity/social work on top of daily life, it will all pan out in the end. He nodded and was quiet for a while. K asked don’t poor people also have to go through not eating sometimes, cos they can’t afford it, so everybody does it to understand how lucky we are? I wasn’t sure how to answer that, so I said yes, poor people often struggle to put food on their tables, but we must also not waste food unnecessarily and be thankful, yes. He nodded and then changed the subject again (it’s like that UP dog, “squirrel!” and then get back to things LOL).

During our drive, K had later said that he’d like to live in England or something when he’s older.. and j2 asked him why? k was like I dunno.. j2 told him: theres nothing wrong with ours, why would you want to live anywhere else? Travel lots, yes, but here it’s where our home is, good things to eat, friends, lots to see. We are Malaysian. and then looks at me. I was trying not to tear up .. J1 says: are you ok Mama, it’s the low blood sugar isn’t it, cos you’re fasting.. I had to laugh πŸ™‚

I told the boys, yes, do travel the world & Malaysia, experience as much as you can, and yes, j2 is right, this is our home, where we belong. No one can tell you any different. πŸ™‚ Then the convo moved to less serious stuff, like BeyBlades and STGCC. I have very odd convos and discussion with my boys in the car or elsewhere, well, odd to some people anyway. πŸ™‚ I wonder if they will remember these convos later on, especially about the deeper stuff as it were.

We picked up minion SV who was also doing her 1st fast as well and headed home to drop the kids before heading to Pasar Ramadan TTDI (well you gotta have PARAM food every Ramadan right? :D). We met Flo (who was fasting too!) there too. It was tempting to over-buy (especially if you’re hungry!), but we made ourselves walk up and down and then choose carefully what to buy. Even then, I think we did go a little bit overboard LOL

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just some of the purchases!

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Flo and SV πŸ™‚

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almost time! πŸ™‚

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Here I am πŸ™‚

I made it, this time with no water at all (which in previous years I had done only water fasts). πŸ™‚ It was good to keep busy and try NOT to think about the fact that I was fasting, I suspect that helps you then not think about the thirst/hunger. I know it’s only a day, but I think it’s good to do these things (whether for Fast4Malaysia or not), as it is shared experiences, understanding what others do as part of their lives, etc. I like to think that it is good for my boys too, to see it, experience it indirectly or directly and for us to talk over these things, to have a little empathy at the very least as part of themselves. We seem to lack empathy and understanding these days. Tolerance just isnt the right word I’d use. Tolerance smacks of “I will stand you/your practices under duress” like traffic jams. I prefer to teach empathy and understanding in whatever limited way that I can, or to practice it as best I can. We don’t always, after all, we are human, everyone has prejudices, experiences etc, but how you choose to act on it, or NOT act on it, really boils down to you. Kids learn from the adults around them, that’s their benchmark, not necessarily from an exam subject or from their religious books. That is something that many adults forget or not think about, perhaps.

It is a week till the end of Ramadan, I’d like to wish all a peaceful, spritual, love-filled Hari Raya Aidilfitri. May there be blessings and understanding for all! πŸ™‚

Anyway, those are my thoughts for this year’s #fast4Malaysia πŸ™‚ Major Kudos to all those who participated, all around the world! πŸ™‚ you can see some of them on The Fast4Malaysia tumblr site πŸ™‚

Here’s j2’s πŸ™‚

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Fast for Malaysia 2013, remembering way back when & what will the kids inherit

since j1 asked if he could try fasting to better understand what his friends go through, we have tried each Ramadan to do at least a day’s fast, we have often organized a “Muhibbah style buka puasa makan bersama-sama” where everyone (regardless of religion) can meet, chat, break fast together, whatever. I think it is good to do these things, partly as we’d like our boys to understand culture/history/religious practices, learn to respect each other’s differences/cultural practices, whether we follow the same or not. The ways that I remember learning as a kid, as a student etc. Respect, politeness, consideration, courtesy: this should be applied NO MATTER WHAT religion/background/ethnic background.

Respect is a two way street, and I find it sad, very very sad, what happens these days. Yes, there will always be prejudices/perceptions, I suspect that’s pretty much a part of the human condition, but how you act on it, how you behave towards others, will be a measure of who you are. Yes, there will always be xenophobes, religious bigots, MCPS, and other such narrow minded, restrictive peeps, but that does not mean that you should teach those same things in mainstream education. Kids learn from their adult examples, whether it’s in schools or at home etc. This is why I do worry for our country’s future, for my kids future here. Asking me to leave to go back to my country of origin, would mean me going back to Penang πŸ˜›

This is why I’d like to try my best in teaching my kids our history, cultures, ethnic backgrounds, that so many contributed to the country’s prosperity, growth and talent, beauty and creativity, that immigrants (from everywhere) are indeed a part of our country’s fabric from waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy back when, who are our leaders of yore were, not what the so called history textbooks are supposedly teaching now. We have been fortunate in our friends and those we mingle with, different ethnic histories, different religions, but we have many shared interests and pet peeves, the other stuff is just part of the puzzle as it were. That’s my kind of Malaysia. That is what I hope my kids will still be able to inherit.

So this year, we decided to combine our annual Muhibbah Makan, with the #Fast4Malaysia event, first held in 2009.We first joined in 2009, and here’s the next one. We’re getting together with friends from all backgrounds, and having iftar together (Sahur is I know very hard to come together for buka :D) If you want to organise your own with family, friends, no matter where you are in the world. Fast in your own way too, whether it’s with just water (like some religions do) or no food/drink from sun up to down. Pledge this and post pictures etc πŸ™‚ More details below!

Details:
https://www.facebook.com/events/430055020443605/?ref=2

http://fast4malaysia.tumblr.com/post/56016186745/things-you-can-do-and-how-do-you-join

Talking about child abuse with the boys & My Story Concert (Start Society)

Today the boys and I went to the sTarT society concert, MY STORY, where underprivileged kids performed with their teachers and on their own. I thought it would be a good thing for the boys to see this and why having initiatives like Start is important (sorry guys, I keep messing up the spelling). We had talked over this on Fri before we went to get the tix at SAYS.MY office (thanks Farhana!) so they seemed to understand, but not in depth.

We arrived (having left the MOTH at his drawing table) in good time, bumped into friends and found good seats, waiting for others to join us. It was great to see Alexdrina (who looked fab, btw πŸ˜‰ ) Farhana (For 5 secs!), Ms. MM, Intan & kampung, Khairul (later), Tony, Martha (for 2 secs). The concert itself was hugely entertaining and what was the best part (for me) was to see how much the kids put their hearts and souls into their performances and how much they enjoyed doing it. There were lots of funny bits, a great emcee (DJ Liang if I remember correctly) who did a great job putting everyone at ease and getting the (very often quite kayu) audience. πŸ™‚ Well done to everyone involved, big cheers indeed!!!!! πŸ™‚

Inbetween performances, there was various short videos, highlighting the abuse and horrors that kids can go through, under the additional burdens of poverty and so on, the 2nd video was about Start and how it began and the final video was about what programmes they had worked with the kids on. All in all, very interesting. For the boys, in particular j2 and k, the very graphic images from the 1st video were rather traumatising. I admit, I wasn’t expecting such graphic images in a video sequence, especially for a concert for all ages, but I guess it’s sadly a part of life, no two ways to sugar coat things.

K was the first to break down (j2 was manfully trying to hold it together, and tried chatting to Uncle Fred), and was sobbing away on my arm, more so after he had heard one of the performers speak a short monologue on how his mum had left him, and other performances about their parents leaving them at the orphanage etc and that’s one of his biggest fears, his loved ones leaving and never coming back so once he had stopped sobbing (I had to hug him and reassure him inbetween). We chatted quietly (sorry, people at the row behind!) about how we need to be glad for our blessings, and we should always be kind to those who may not have such blessings, and that is why we must always give back too, spread the blessings we have received so to speak. The best thing we can do for now is to support such events/charities in our own way and to show these kids how much we enjoyed their efforts here. He did calm down before intermission and tried bravely to clap along and cheer when we all were.

J1 discussed the 1st video with me, and he’s much more able to rationalize what he saw, saying it is very horrible, and tries to think about why it happens, and how to help those who have been through such horrors. He didnt seem too upset though, choosing to focus on the fact that the kids, despite their nasty start in life, had such joy when they learn music/the arts and putting on the performance. He seems to be able to work through it, figure out some reasoning and just look for the positive part. Interesting that, considering how emo he can be, and how much he prefers mysteries, horror. He made a special effort to talk to the kids & tell them he enjoyed their performances. Complex child, this one πŸ™‚

As for j2, he asked if he could swop places with Andi who was sat inbetween him and myself, at first I said it’s all ok, mostly because I had k sobbing away on the other side, and in the end, listening to his tone of voice when he asked again, I realised he really need to talk to me. Thank you to Fred and Andi for kindly doing the swop πŸ™‚ after a few minutes, he gripped my arm, pulled up his jacket, and sobbed, telling me how horrified he was by the images from the 1st video and he couldn’t get it out of his head, not being able to focus on the performers. So by a certain point, I had two sobbing boys on either side. I was thinking ok ok what to say.. I did sorta tell j2 the same thing as k, and I told him, much as Daddy and I would like to shelter you from such horrors, it happens. I also don’t want to throw things at you and expect you to be able to deal with it, but Mama wants to help you understand these things. Poor lad, he has a lot of empathy and a very involved imagination so he was pretty upset, even just after intermission, but when we went backstage, seeing the kids laughing and excited, he clung to me, while the other two just made themselves at home backstage (I have no idea what they did, other than snacking with Auntie Alex (thank you dear).

Before the 2nd half, j2 did some breathing exercises, with me, and washed his face. He told me when we sat down, I am going to try to focus on the concert itself now Mama, cos it’s what the kids will want to see, happy faces enjoying their efforts, not crying. They are probably tired of seeing crying and sadness. And that he did. He did enjoy it so much more, although he got a little tense when the video screen came down, in case. but he did relax in the end.

Later at dinner, they were recounting things for Daddy, and j2 said (with tears in his eyes) that it all made him angry, angry that people could do these things, and he said those people mustn’t be able to think, for no one who thinks can do things like this. And then he talked about the shows he watches on Discovery Animal Planet and how they talk about the highly evolved creatures there are. He said “Some people say that humans are highly evolved, yet they can do these things, don’t think they are so highly evolved and in fact humans are evolved from monkeys anyway.” (yes j2 has these random associations, my little professor hehe). And that is the last time we talked over it really, we moved on to discussing what percentage of DNA we share with apes, then it got onto science thereafter. Let’s see whether he comes and visits us tonight.

I am glad that they are able to articulate their fears, feelings and thoughts, and we can discuss all manner of things, from serious subjects such as the above, to the 3 million pokemon characters or the various classifications of Beyblades, or to ultra nerdy things, or just having a giggle dancing around in the rain. I hope that this will continue. I am glad that they can find empathy and understanding for those who have had to face horrors in their lives and to try their best to be kind, polite etc, they were running around chatting with the performers thereafter (well j1 and k are. j2 was still working through his feelings, but he was chatting where he could). I am thankful that I was able to talk to them about child abuse in terms that they can understand, without further traumatising them and I hope that I had said enough to help them cope 😦 and that I have helped them to acknowledge that crying or talking about your feelings is ok, not to be hidden inside too. public or not πŸ™‚

All in all, a very interesting afternoon/evening indeed. Much for Mama and Papa to think about too.

EDIT: It was an interesting thing to me that J2 in the end, quoted a few lines of the poem that I had written for them (which I had given them a print out only recently). I didn’t think it had made any real impression etc.

Making pancakes for a birthday tea, being helpful & a lesson learned.

Yesterday, the boys made a birthday tea for Auntie K, K’s godma & a sister of my heart. Pancakes with baked bananas (steeped in orange/lemon juice with a dash of honey). Tea with honey and lemon. The boys actually made the pancakes, k’s first time and he was most careful in flipping it over but he was so proud of himself being able to cook like his brothers and doing it himself (under supervision). He does get so competitive with his older brothers and frustrated at the same time, feeling that he doesnt know what they do or do tasks like they can.

Today, we went to Tesco to do some last minute shopping and we were at the spices aisle, looking for Rendang paste, an older lady asked us for help reading the packet as she couldn’t see the small lettering. The twins helped her read it and then asked which one she was looking for and the 3 of them found the curry paste she was looking for, and the price. Later, she came back to us (after putting her items in the trolley) she then interrogated them about their country of origin, what do they want to be when they grow up, why no school, etc etc she was horrified to find that they had no firm idea of future job, k said im only 7+ you know. They were polite and very patient with her though. She had assumed that they were so polite and helpful, therefore they’d be from another country. That is a sad state of affairs if that’s true. It’s not the 1st time though, someone has brought this up (strangers). Then k had to top it off asking me what condoms were while waiting at the counter to purchase things and j1 told him they are to stop folks having babies, but don’t ask him how cos he’s not sure, it’s probably some science thing, but anyway you’re too young. They were like ok! and looked at Wreck it Ralph activity books instead. Ahh.. my boys.. never a dull moment.. .why does this never happen to hubby? Always me. πŸ˜›

We had gone to get our tshirt supply for our next M*M print run, and we were discussing the costs of something or another. K said he had hoped that Mama is a billionaire one day so I wouldn’t have so much stress and worry (sniff).. I said well billionaire is a bit much. so he said “whatever amount that will help Mama!” So we had a discussion about how much is too much or is it that important to have THAT much? j2’s view was that we should live in smaller houses or cosy houses cos it’s easier to look after and we;d live longer being together (j2 has random theories, I think I missed some points somewhere).. I told them we are rich in other ways even though we don’t have a lot of money or regular income. J1 said yaaaa, we have family and other people (sorry friends, y’all are “other people”) and we love each other and all that.. some folks just don’t have that.. and k says yaaa and we get to draw and go to comic cons and all that cool stuff too! It was interesting to hear their views and how the money would be nice but oklah, we are happy too πŸ™‚

I guess it’s days like this that you realised that they have absorbed what you’ve taught them, and aren’t repeating it just cos you told them to, they genuinely believe it. There’s still hope in that case πŸ™‚

One keeps on trying!

Today’s creative writing: If I was a superhero..

Decided to video the boys reading their own stories. I wanted to start them on creative writing lessons, slowly, although I think they are already on the way there. Also it’s good for them to practice making presentations etc, slowly πŸ™‚ Got a huge kick out of listening to their stories πŸ™‚

so here it is “If I was a superhero”

j1:

j2:

K

All three videos are here on a playlist πŸ™‚

Live life with sassitude. Maintaining that while facing the hard stuff. Can you?

How do you like our new background? πŸ™‚ much nicer than the original glass/drink thing!! πŸ™‚

Shallowness aside, what is the hardest thing I’ve ever done? It should be a list of things, to be honest.

1. Parenting 3 lively monkeys (I mean sons).
2. Trying to be a creative entrepreneur while running a household, unschooling those same monkeys (and giving them more educational options), family, marriage, maintaining creative outlets).
3. Dealing with accounting, taxes, money (or lack thereof).
4. Finding that balance in life, to have things that you do when the kids have moved out, to still be ME.
5. Seeing potential and it’s going to waste (major pet peeve) for whatever reasons, and I have to tell myself to step back and let things be.
6. trying to maintain a garden. πŸ˜€ (Yes, I seem to kill plants with ease, I gladly have outsourced garden maintenance to j2!)

When folks say to you “wah, you’re a housewife ah? Must be so free!” or those who call up (and know you work from home) and say “eh? you working ah? but you’re at home” or those who think being your own boss means that you don’t have to work so hard or it’s the easy life all the way or I am a mother/wife only, obviously can’t be a creative entrepreneur or you’re neglecting your kids due to trying to juggle all the many hats I wear..

it has been tempting to say many unprintable things.. Generally I stick to rolling my eyes (inside of course, depending on who I’m talking to) or nodding politely or just smile and change the subject.

I like to tell my boys that you can be many things, like Mama is, it is just many facets to what makes you, you. I can be Mama, wife, entrepreneur, writer, Boss Lady, domestic engineer (with varying results haha). I think everyone is multifaceted (politicians are another story, but let’s not go there πŸ˜‰ ). It’s what makes people interesting, confusing, different and yet the same.

I don’t blog often, more to post on what the boys are doing (darn you social media instant posts!). Maybe I should write for myself more. Being Boss Lady, Manager, working for clients, thinking up world domination plans (haha), banging the gong for things, being a cheerleader for those you support, being Mama/daughter/wife, is awesome and the craziest roller coaster ride yes, but I need to write/create for me too. I don’t have anyone to draw what scripts I have on the back burner (no, I don’t draw, I even fail at stick men, it’s a hard life living in a houseful of artists & budding artists LOL) but poetry, writing blog posts, maybe that will do for now.

Does this mean that I would want to do that whole “eat pray love” journey thing to “find myself” whilst leaving everyone behind? No. so not my thing. Ok admittedly I’d happily do the eating part πŸ˜€ That’s where the Cuddly comes in πŸ˜‰ But I know who I am, before or after coffee. For better or for worse.

I still believe that you need to live life with sassitude. My favourite saying since I was 12, was Fortune Aids the Brave. I still believe in that, no matter how dark the days, how empty the bank accounts look, how much you worry. There is always a silver lining, even if you need a microscope to see it some days.

I hope that my sons will pick up this thinking as I did from my dad. He always told me that there’s always blessings to be found, and things never are as bad as they seem. As I wrote once, “there is always hope.” πŸ™‚ Partly this retrospective blogpost is because it was a very rough day today and it is my dad’s birthday this weekend, and I hope my boys continue to learn from him (and their dad!) as awesome examples of a good man.

Happy birthday Papa for this weekend. May you live many many years more, healthy, happy and with us!

A poem I wrote for my dad on his 65th birthday way back when:

Our Father

He stands Tall
Not only in height but in integrity
He is loyal, firm yet kind
He is our father.

Smart, handsome
With a calming influence
He taught us the value of filial piety
He taught us how to feel proud of our country and family
He is our father.

He has been a wonderful father
grandfather and father-in-law
Teaching us the worthwhile values and ethics
Much needed in Life.
He gave us the quiet strength he needed to overcome
The many obstacles in life
He is our father.

Although life may have thrown many a trial and tribulation
Towards him
He has shown us the true spirit of a good and honest man
We can easily say with pride and loving hearts
β€œHe is our father!”

Angelia Ong.
On occasion of Dad’s 65th Birthday.
March 29th 2000

We love you Grandpa πŸ™‚

CF

J2 and the garden. J1 and the neighbour’s dog. K and…

The boys no longer receive an allowance and have to find their way to earning (part of our life skills list).

J1 has found a job walking and caring for a neighbour’s dog, she’s an older dog, very friendly, great with the kids and once she was trained to walk on the leash (by me), it’s becoming a regular part of our routine and he looks forward to it, it’s done wonders for his confidence and concept of responsiblity, we feel. He has expressed interest in becoming a vet so hopefully he can meet and chat to a practising vet to learn more.

j2’s job is to handle the garden (haha our potted chaos rather), he earns RM3 a week, sweep up leaves, water plants, any pruning, re-planting etc. I wanted him (since he says he’s very interested in botany/entho-botany) to have a go (he’s not comfortable with animals like j1 is, so this was a good idea for a job I think), it’s good exercise without requiring athletic skills, and he gets less “geli” by scratches and things. We started this last week plus and this morning he told me (out of the blue) that he’s started keeping a record in his lesson book (we have lesson books for what activities they do and so on), monitoring how the plants are growing(esp the new ones), what he did, whether he watered them etc. Like a botanist should. He did it all on his own! πŸ˜€

We are excited as finally the Thai Basil is sprouting new leaves! and the lemon grass too.. Jasmine gave us plenty so we experimented in sticking the stalks into new earth.. the Holy Basil hasn’t shown signs yet, but we will keep trying! He seems quite happy at the moment, although he complains about heatlah, this and that.. it will do him good.

K wants his own job but we’ve told him that we’ve had to think of something for him, we aren’t sure yet, he’s not yet 8.

They attended the science show at this place in Taman Megah, they had an awesome time, asked tons of Questions, did experiments and so on. I think we need to sign up for the Pusat Science Negara family membership, they have cool stuff and workshops there. They also went to a new “leave your kids and go shop” place in IPC, called Blok Space where they can build lego sets, for a per hour basis (RM12 for an hour, other rates also apply, there are membership (or block buying of hours) options if I am not mistaken, check out their FB page!) so we had very happy boys yesterday πŸ™‚

We started on an introduction to Geography and Botany, Don coaches them on their Math, and they have different subjects and methods to go through, I need to teach them how to research and how to filter that, and compile that information into a presentation or summary, but it’s been a good start I think. Each kid has its own learning style so it’s interesting to factor that in, some days are harder than others, especially with work looming etc. I have a more laid back approach to things some of the time, which may not always help πŸ™‚

Trying to find a learning/unschooling routine amongst the craziness of our lives has been a challenge. But seeing their bright faces and soaking up knowledge or asking all manner of questions, it’s a delight (although sometimes the timing of their questions.. hmmm LOL). For K, he needs a group of his peers (or a little bit younger) as we think he feels as the “triplet”, but gets frustrated by not being at the same level as the twins. He can go back to cycling and his crazy leaping about by next week (After having his hernia op almost 3 weeks ago, agony to that active lil man). They are helping out a lot more at home, especially cooking and shopping and we still try to do one on one time with each kid with each parent, they socialise quite well at the park with a variety of kids so that’s good.

I just need to find our groove, our routine, I guess like the others have told me before, it’s a learning curve and we will adjust every so often, but I think they will thrive (some days I do wonder if I am doing the right thing!) in the long term. Trying to juggle everything including our business, has been an interesting journey I must say.

More on their activities later. Yes, I am a terrible blogger haha

K surprised me today..

K absolutely refused to share with Su’s brood today. the other two Ks and N (who is under her care during the day) are similar age (save the younger k who is a year plus plus). He kept saying “that’s ours! no no! Give it back!” and “That’s J1’s or j2’s! no!). Sigh. They’ve been a bit cranky 😦 and there are too many toys out and about, I so need to declutter that place! Its such a chaotic mess. I also need to reorganise and declutter the rest of the house. cupboards wise etc. Easier to clean, get rid of unnecessary. I want a team of those “Professional Personal Organisers” to come in and sweep thru the place, help me sort etc. Bliss! πŸ™‚ Easily pleased huh? Pipe dream? sorta LOL I bet my mum would be pleased though hahahhahahaha I wish we could dig a basement, so d can store his comics there LOL We’d have to buy a warehouse for that..

Im so cranky sigh. So are they. poor things. Thank goodness it’s dins and bedtime!

CF.