“It’s because you eat too many snacks when I am sleeping!” replied Daryl, swiftly.
Museum Maximillian
It's all about Max, Max and more Max (and Irene, Daryl, Dana and Creamy as well).
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Joke of the Day
“Do you know why Daddy is suffering from cavity even though I brush my teeth every day and night?” I asked him one day, try to call his bluff.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Big Announcement
Daryl's little sister, Dana, was born on 20.10.2010. Mommy and she have both came home and are doing alright. Thanks very much for your care and best wishes.
P.S. Visits are definitely welcome!
P.S. Visits are definitely welcome!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Joke of the Day
"What toys did you have when you were a kid, Daddy?" Daryl asked the other day.
"Well, cars, erh, cars, and ..." I answered him rather casually 'cos I was reading the paper.
"Traffic jam!" added Daryl.
...
"Well, cars, erh, cars, and ..." I answered him rather casually 'cos I was reading the paper.
"Traffic jam!" added Daryl.
...
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Swimming Issue
We all know that Daryl is a boy. But sometimes what he does makes me wonder if he's actually a girl.
We have signed him up for some swimming lessons on Saturday mornings. I went to the pool with him for the very first lesson and asked him if he's ready, and he said he was. His coach is a tall young man with wide shoulders, who sometimes talks loudly but is very patient with kids. Daryl was the only kid under that coach in the first lesson. And so for the entire 60 minutes, he almost had to swim non-stop, making him dreadfully exhausted.
Then on the following Wednesday, Daryl asked, "Why do I have to swim on Saturday?" He looked worried and I asked him why. "I don't like the coach because he yelled at me," he said. "I don't like swimming," he added, with tears running down his cheeks. "I don't like the coach. Can I have another one?" he finally admitted.
Frankly, I was a little pissed when I heard that, as I expect my boy not to be scared by someone who speaks loudly, which the coach actually doesn't. But I also know that I can't expect too much from a four-year-old. So Mommy and I had to assure him that everything would be fine, and he seemed to understand.
Yet when he started crying the following Saturday morning, without prompting, when he knew that he had to go to the swimming pool, I knew I had no choice but to carry him all the way to the pool, which was thankfully not far away. And being experienced with kids, the coach jumped out of the water, came over and brought Daryl into the pool, from which point Daryl stopped crying.
And amazingly, I could see Daryl asking lots of questions to his coach while swimming. All in all, I could see that he was having a good time at the pool. I asked him if he loves swimming after the lesson had ended, and he gave me an emphatic YES.
But even more amazingly, Daryl started crying again the following Wednesday. We had to assure him that everything would be fine, and on Saturday carry him to the pool and hand him over to the coach, again.
And this vicious cycle continues.
Perhaps I should start yelling at him more, just to make sure that he is used to dealing with loud and noisy people ...
We have signed him up for some swimming lessons on Saturday mornings. I went to the pool with him for the very first lesson and asked him if he's ready, and he said he was. His coach is a tall young man with wide shoulders, who sometimes talks loudly but is very patient with kids. Daryl was the only kid under that coach in the first lesson. And so for the entire 60 minutes, he almost had to swim non-stop, making him dreadfully exhausted.
Then on the following Wednesday, Daryl asked, "Why do I have to swim on Saturday?" He looked worried and I asked him why. "I don't like the coach because he yelled at me," he said. "I don't like swimming," he added, with tears running down his cheeks. "I don't like the coach. Can I have another one?" he finally admitted.
Frankly, I was a little pissed when I heard that, as I expect my boy not to be scared by someone who speaks loudly, which the coach actually doesn't. But I also know that I can't expect too much from a four-year-old. So Mommy and I had to assure him that everything would be fine, and he seemed to understand.
Yet when he started crying the following Saturday morning, without prompting, when he knew that he had to go to the swimming pool, I knew I had no choice but to carry him all the way to the pool, which was thankfully not far away. And being experienced with kids, the coach jumped out of the water, came over and brought Daryl into the pool, from which point Daryl stopped crying.
And amazingly, I could see Daryl asking lots of questions to his coach while swimming. All in all, I could see that he was having a good time at the pool. I asked him if he loves swimming after the lesson had ended, and he gave me an emphatic YES.
But even more amazingly, Daryl started crying again the following Wednesday. We had to assure him that everything would be fine, and on Saturday carry him to the pool and hand him over to the coach, again.
And this vicious cycle continues.
Perhaps I should start yelling at him more, just to make sure that he is used to dealing with loud and noisy people ...
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Sticky Stuff
Last time I did it, Daryl was so small that he had no idea what it was.
Now at the age of almost four, I think it's time for him to try some adult stuff.
Some expensive, addictive and sticky stuff.
A sticker album, that is.
I know I am going to get a World Cup sticker album this year, since Daryl was born during the PREVIOUS World Cup. And most importantly, I am still a kid at heart.
So I got the album and a box of 100 packs of stickers after work the other day, which made Daryl extremely excited.
No, I didn't let him put the stickers onto the pages 'cos I'm sure he's going to make it messy. So I just opened the packs and asked him to read out the numbers.
And he's having a heck of a time.
Looks like I'll have to get an extra album for him next time around.
Now at the age of almost four, I think it's time for him to try some adult stuff.
Some expensive, addictive and sticky stuff.
A sticker album, that is.
I know I am going to get a World Cup sticker album this year, since Daryl was born during the PREVIOUS World Cup. And most importantly, I am still a kid at heart.
So I got the album and a box of 100 packs of stickers after work the other day, which made Daryl extremely excited.
No, I didn't let him put the stickers onto the pages 'cos I'm sure he's going to make it messy. So I just opened the packs and asked him to read out the numbers.
And he's having a heck of a time.
Looks like I'll have to get an extra album for him next time around.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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