Halloween Fun: The conniving lawyer and his evil zombie dentist son

 

Wa si lim lau peh. (trans. I am your father.)

As promised. Here they are.

The Husband promised he would dress up for Halloween and so he did. Not bad eh?

Notice the angry Evil Dr. Xan with his bowl of dismembered itchy fingers from naughty children. He was angry with me because I wanted him to bring the stethoscope since the outfit looked too generic for anybody to know he is a dentist. He refused and insisted people will know then looked at me like he wanted to say “Only you dumb dumb don’t know nia…” Ok lor… Xan was very insistent about wearing this garb because it really was from a dental clinic and he was super proud of it. It was given to him during a recent Be a Dentist Day at the National Dental Centre which I will tell you more in a future post. Since he was already upset, he started to whine about his eye makeup. “ONE BLACK EYE ONLY AH!” he insisted. I also dunno why only one side. He wanted the makeup, liked it, then whined about it and wanted to wipe it all off. All in 30mins. Sigh… I hate morning tantrums. I should just rename his character as the Psychotic Dentist who likes to cut off fingers for fun. Maybe then the costume and the food combination will make more sense eh?

Every Halloween morning, he will complain about his costume being too hot, too big, too long, too crazy, too something lah. EVERY HALLOWEEN! Then he would sulk (sometimes cry) all the way to school. By the time he sees his friends in equally ridiculous outfits at the main door, he would have this look that says “Heng ah, I’m not the only one like this today” then walks in with no further protests.

I was very determined not to buy candies for Xan’s school Halloween party this year. Last few times he will bring home a huge bag of candies, eat 2 or 3 pieces and abandon the rest for me to eat/dispose. Such a waste of money me thinks. So I sought help from my friends on Facebook for alternative suggestions. Some say make them do tricks, walk barefoot, give the kids homework, give walnuts, etc. I was like Harlow? I want them to like us, not murder us by pelting the walnuts at our faces leh!

During this time, I stumbled across this and when I showed Xan the pictures, he kept laughing and say “This will freak my friends out! Let’s do it! Must put blood!” Soon after, one kind friend share with me photos of her party food and I got inspired! Popcorn in gloves! Disgusting! PERFECT!

You touch some more lah. I cut off your fingers!
Zombie/Gout/Arthritic hands

It didn’t take much persuasion to get the boy to help me with the food prep. Hot dogs are his favourite snack and when there are extra bits lying around, he will help to dispose them into his belly. Other than popcorn, we used other munchies we found at Daiso for variety sake. Fingernails were M&Ms. Cute eh?

Aiyah, cut too much! Nair mind, I shall dispose it into my belly. See? Same size as his big toe!

I can’t wait to see him and hear his stories about the party plus the walkabout with his mates from school later today. Wonder if the PG (playgroup) kids will really ‘freak out’ like he said when they see the fingers. I hope they do. A few tears shed will be nice too. Mwahahaha!

Let’s play with… Chalk!

I used to love playing with chalk when I was a kid. There was always some kind of chalk lying around the house back then. My mum used to sew all sorts of stuff. Clothes for my sisters when they were kids, mend her clothes, mend my clothes, make flags, etc. In her sewing kit you will always find triangular chalk meant for marking fabrics. I also made sure I had a nice supply of the white chalk my primary school teachers love to throw at us. I bought the chalks lah, not collected them from being thrown at lah. I was a good girl you know? Naturally, these all became my childhood toys much to their dismay. I drew everywhere and that was how I learnt tailor chalk on mosaic tiles is not easy to wipe off, must scrub. Hard. When my mum needs to burn incense papers during religious occasions, my job was to draw a huge circle around the incense burner or ground to indicate the area we were about to use. I loved my job. Very important to a 6 year old ok?

While catching up on my list of favourite local blogs, I came across one of The Gingerbread Mum’s post about one of her kids’ favourite activity. I never knew Singaporeans can be so yim jim (particular) and boh liao (too free and got nothing better to do). So free until someone used their lousy camera, zoomed in dunnohowmany times to take picture of a suspicious looking family who were having insanely dangerous fun with *gasp* a whole bag of CHALK! Gilah fella said they nair respect the residents and should respect Singapore laws? You angry they nair ask you to join them ah? You is the what I call “eat full nothing to do”. I was totally inspired by it and decided I was going to get us some chalk to commit some criminal acts that weekend too! *rubs hands in with evil glee* Mwahahaha!

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I sumpah (swear) that I wasn’t planning to use our friend’s baby’s full month party as the crime scene. It just happened and seemed like a good idea at the time. Initially the three of us weren’t very sure what to do. The 2 adults haven’t touched chalk in years and the little one had never even played with one before. He was wondering why mummy so giam siap (stingy) bought so few colors. “Why no red, no black Mummy?” he asked. I said “Neh! Got pink! Chalk got no red lah. Black is charcoal already, I’ll get that for you another day. Chalk only comes in these few colors lah.” The lies just keeps growing. Note to self: steer him away from art supplies shops where they have rainbow colored artist chalk for sale. No need to be forever, 10 years can already.

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I’ll be honest with you. We were very worried to kenah Stomped like that poor criminal family so I packed 2 big bottles of water along so we can wash off the evidence when we were done. Xan was only interested to get the attention of the other children to come play with him. At first it was just us 3, then 4, then 6, then a parent joined us. Boy was I glad it didn’t backfire in my face that day. It got messy real quick too. Hands, arms, pants, skirts, shoes, none of the kids stayed clean for long. A few were shocked to see their hands so dirty and got a bit worried. We had to remind them we had water and the powder can be washed off very easily. See? These kids are also concerned with cleanliness hor? After a while when they saw everyone else were just as messy, they giggled and continued with their masterpieces. While they disappeared midway to finish their lunch, rain came and washed off most of the artwork. That didn’t stop the children, they asked me if they could continue inside the multipurpose hall. The kids had a lot of fun and like Xan, some of them have never even touched chalk before that day. Amazing!

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Who would’ve thought chalk could bring so much joy to a group of kids who hardly knew each other? Why would anyone have so much problem with it is beyond my understanding. It is temporary, washable, doesn’t harm anybody’s health. Why so serious lah? I know some of the parents were concerned that their kids were sitting on the floor and getting real dirty by the second but by some strange force, none came to yank the kids away.

We had a lot of fun that day with the kids and plan to do it again soon. Would you like to do the same with your kids too? Or you think it’s too messy and random to amount to anything useful?

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Let’s make… Ice Cream Bread!

I chanced upon this really weird recipe while looking for dunnowhat online. Ice-cream bread! I know right? Madness! Fat die you ah! 肥死你啊! Budden I’m pregnant and I don’t care!

So easy! 2 ingredients nia! Ice-cream and self-raising flour! When you think about it, it makes sense though. The ice-cream already have milk, eggs and sugar so all you need is just flour.

Just to eng siew (entertain) you, here are the list of ingredients and measurements:

Taken from The Hungry Housewife

Makes One 8 x 4 loaf

  1. 2 Cups Ice Cream, any flavor, softened
  2. 1 1/2 cups Self-Rising Flour*
  • Preheat your oven to 350. Spray and flour a 8 x 4 loaf pan, or line it with parchment paper.
  • In a medium bowl mix the ice cream and flour together until just combined.
  • Scoop into the loaf and and smooth out.
  • Bake for about 45 minutes or until a toothpick stuck in the loaf comes out with a few crumbs stuck to it.
  • Remove from the pan and allow to cool.

*No self-raising flour? Nair mind. Can make your own! 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour plus 2 tsp baking powder and 1/2 tsp salt can liao!

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Since this bread was going to be unhealthy so I picked the most unhealthy ice-cream of the lot lor. Then I thought, so simple ah? Get Xan to do this with me! He loves it when I give him baking/food prep chores and always get super excited.

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It is a bad horrible idea to get your child to help you bake anything at 10pm. I forgot that he was already excited to be in the kitchen working with me but double that excitement when it’s past his bedtime. O.M.G…

I asked him to help me to scoop/sift flour, into the mixing bowl thinking what could possibly go wrong.  While he was at it, I can take pictures of him in action. Big boy already mah, he should know what to do by now. I was adjusting the settings on my phone when suddenly I heard him say BAM BAM BAM! So I looked up just in time to see a big cloud of flour and a giggly boy using the spatula to stab the mixture in the mixing bowl. *facepalm*

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Well, here it is. My ugly, dry brick of ice-cream bread. Not as exciting looking as the original eh? I think I figured out that I should’ve measured the ice-cream based on weight instead of volume. The bread turned out way too dry and not fluffy at all. Sigh. Nair mind lah. At least I can tick this off my list of recipes to try. I doubt I will try this again because I feel ice-cream tastes better the way they were supposed to be served. Cold and wet.

 

 

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My 1st Parent Volunteering Experience

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One of the many posters around the school created by the PSG members. Chewren Day funfair also got to advertise and promote hor?

So, The Husband had been working as a parent volunteer for a primary school near our home for the last few months. One of the biggest event on the school calendar would be the Children’s Day funfair which is typically headed by the Parent Support Group (PSG) and backed up by parent volunteers like The Husband.

Since he had just started his new job the week before, he was not going to be able to help out with the funfair on site as planned. Then how right? Lucky this fella is quite clever and is very nifty with graphics so he volunteered to design all the game stall signage and approach a sponsor for the prizes. We both agreed that I would go and take shots of the event since both our names were registered as parent volunteers and I was able to take time off work that day. I have to confess I am no Annie Leibovitz but I’ll do my best to take as many decent, in focus, photos as I can lah.

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My turn at PV today.

I had the opportunity to see both the upper and lower primary students in action that day even though I wasn’t expected to stick around so long because the kids are split into 2 sessions: morning and afternoon. This means I had to stick around from 10 am to 4 pm just to see everybody. The PSG members were really really sweet to make sure I was properly hydrated and not overly exerting myself. “Later Winston will kill me if anything happens to you ah!” they joked.

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Some of the games at the funfair. Looks simple but still require precision hor?

The concept was really simple. The students were given some coupons to start and if they need more, they can purchase them at the ticket counter. The students will earn stamps from every station they complete and when they accumulate enough stamps, they will be able to redeem prizes from the Redemption Counter.

Around 12pm, the buses transporting the afternoon session to school arrived. As soon as they opened their doors, herds of excited kids came running with their humongous bags on their backs to buy tickets and to check out the game stalls. You would think it their excitement, there will be chaos but there was none! They knew where to line up, how much to pay. I heard some of the students lamenting “I didn’t bring money to buy more tickets today leh” and also saw clusters of kids planning and pooling their coupons together to play certain games during their break time.

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Can their bags get any bigger??

My favourite part of the whole experience that day was to watch the kids play the pew pew games. The poses they do ah, you know they learnt from tv. Most chose the safest “2 hands on the gun” whereas there are the hero/gangster style 1 hand stretched out to the max pose. Funny sia!

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The pew pew Nerf stall. One of the most popular stalls at the funfair.

By the end of 5 hours, I was completely exhausted and slightly sunburnt but very glad I had the opportunity to see for myself that there ARE normal, happy kids in this particular primary school despite the horror stories I had been reading online about the local education and the pressure it has on the kids. I’m sure there are the classic monkeys and class clowns lah just that I didn’t see them that day nia. Nong nong ago I was one of the naughty ones too and mostly kept under close supervision at the principal’s office lor. Which school don’t have right? I kept sending The Husband excited text messages throughout the day talking about running kids, chubby kids, bowing kids (yes, one little Eurasian looking boy BOWED to me before running back to his classroom), etc. Even though this was my 1st parent volunteer experience and I only spent 5 hours in the school, I’m really excited to have Xan possibly study in this school because I think he will be in very good hands.

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Such an attractive face eh?

 

Wordless Wednesday: I see FEET!

Feet!
20 week scan. The halfway mark.

A little late for Wordless Wednesday because I spent a little over 6 hours at the hospital waiting for The Baby to give us a good view of its important bits yesterday. I had to pack my mum and Xan in a cab back to her place after the 4th hour while I continue to wait for my last consultation. It didn’t look like it my day was about to end so soon.

By the time I got home, I was completely exhausted. FIVE attempts in total. I think he/she was in a pretty tight fetal position. Maybe not in the mood for a photography session despite being jabbed and shook violently by the technician (if that’s what you call the ultrasound scanning person). Sigh. Have to wait for next week to do a SIXTH scan to document the heart and sexy bits lah. Oh well. I didn’t really care because I saw the heartbeat and it was strong. That was the most important bit for me 🙂

 

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Let’s play… Doctor for a Day!

I meant to write about our experience at the Doctor for a Day event in August but so much had happened in the months that followed so this post had been sitting in my Draft folder for a while. Better late than never right? *awkward silence* Heeheehee…

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I read about the Doctor for a Day event that was to be held at Mount Elizabeth Novena Hospital on a couple of mom bloggers’ sites who had attended earlier sessions with their children. They shared many photos as well as their experiences about the event. The more I read, the more intrigued I was by it. Really so fun meh? I thought “Aiyah too bad I missed it this year” I was going to make sure to sign up for next year’s session. Lucky for me, Jean gave us the members of SMB a heads up about an available session and of course I grabbed it! Heng ah! Still have chance!

The kids got to experience some of the different tasks the different types of doctors had to go through daily at the Mount Elizabeth Novena Hospital. There was the pediatric doctor, general practitioner, heart surgeon, etc. Xander got to learn how to put on scrubs, practice good hygiene, change a poopy diaper on a traumatized looking doll, patch up an injured child and even cure a scary man doll of his cancer! Phuwah!

After 90 minutes of “intensive basic medical training” with the professional volunteers, all the kids graduated medical school with flying colours, a class photo, a certificate and even a pair of stethoscope! Proud mama looks on with tears from the corners of her eyes. My son! A doctor! *sobs*

As with most hopeful parents, I thought Xan would be inspired by the day’s event and would want to become a doctor, a surgeon perhaps!! Doctor good leh! Next time when mummy and daddy are ill Dr Xander can take care of us for FREE! But alas, the little one maintained that his love was still with cooking. He wants to be a chef, not a doctor. Doctors have too much to do, too busy. Chef better. Ok lor. To be the next Heston Blumenthal isn’t a bad idea too eh?

You can keep yourself updated with the latest events at the Mount Elizabeth Novena Hospital through their Facebook Page.