Halloween is here. For the last 2 years, we had our first stint on Halloween celebration when we were in US. It is a big thing in the States and everyone takes pride in doing up their houses to make them look haunted, errie and scary. Last year, we had a simple pot luck halloween party at our place. The kids came in colourful, cute but ‘not so scary’ costumes as most of them were still babies and toddlers. It was Malcolm first attempt at trick and treating, going around the neighbourhood, knocking on doors, collecting sweets.

In Singapore, few people celebrate Halloween and I won’t be surprised if this year’s halloween turns out to be just another ordinary day since it falls on a weekday. I thought it will be pretty cool to do something with Mal even if means no trick and treating on that day. We started making craft a month before the day, simple decorations to hang at our door. We hand crafted quite a bit of things this year, meant more for killing time at home and to keep us both entertained and occupied. Doing craft work with him definitely beats playing Lego planes with him.

We started trick or treating at Auntie Chweeling’s house, followed by Auntie Marilyn’s house and then more houses around the neighbourhood. For each house we visited, we added a few more kids to the group. By the time we reached the last house, we had more kids than we expected. Each house we went, the kids would chant along Mal’s halloween greeting song.
‘Trick or treats,
Smell my feet,
Give me something
Good to eat!’
We had more fun than we thought, Malcolm collected more sweets than we expected.

Hopefully we don’t get any warning letter from the management for being too noisy and rowdy!here’s some craft for the housethis year we didn’t get Mal any costume, his last year’s chicken costume was too small. We made his treat bag and helmet using paper mache. It was fun and very very economical!mal was the only one with costume

mal and charlene with their scary face
trick or treats
more treats
we missed out the party at clarke quay…heard it was fun.

Mon Bon Garçon !

literally means My Good Boy, in french

My french course finally kicks starts this week. It has been fun yet tough, exciting yet apprehensive, tiring yet satisfying. Going to school again with Daddy feels like the good old days except that this time Malcolm will leave home with us every morning. We told him that we were ALL going to school!

For the past few mornings, Daddy has been the one walking Mal to his class and handling the morning ‘separation anxiety’. Mal would burst into tears, cling on to him and come up with all sorts of reasons or excuses to get himself out of school
‘I don’t like school’
‘I want you to bring me to the toilet’
‘I need to pee’
‘I want a kiss’
‘I want a hug’
‘I want mummy to pick me up earlier’
‘I want mummy to pick me up after we have lunch’
‘I want to give mummy a hug’
‘I will miss you’

I was spared this heart breaking moment as I would normally bid him goodbye at the car park and would sneak outside his class to check on him after that. This went on for the past few days.

Today as usual, I bid him goodbye at the car park. Daddy walked him up to his class and I slowly sneaked up behind them and checked on him through the glass entrance of his class. I was outside for less than 5 minutes when I saw Daddy walked out with a bright smile on his face. There was no crying, no whining, no tantrum throwing and no bargaining.

When we reached home later in the afternoon, he came into the room and said
‘Mummy I have something to tell you about school today’
‘This morning, I asked Daddy to go in with me into the class room for a little while
‘Then I hold Daddy’s hand a little while
‘Then I let go of Daddy’s hand’
‘Then I let Daddy go’

He was trying to explain to me how he managed to hold back his tears this morning. It may sound trivial. But I know that this is a giant leap for my little boy. I am happy. I am proud. I am relief. I am contented. I can’t ask for more.

Il est mon bon garçon. vraiment. (He is really my good boy).

p/s : and if Mal goes school tomorrow, it will be the first time in 3 weeks he attends school everyday for a week!
He wanted a picture of us with him so that he can see us whenever he misses us in school. We printed this for him and packed it in a plastic sheet.


So Good, No Need to go School!

so this is what I can do when there is no school
go swimming with Mummy! and best if you have a ‘surf board’ He calls himself the ‘Pilot Surfer’… whatever that means

Mal’s hassle free drop off at the childcare every morning lasted for 4 days. On Friday, he woke up telling me that he did not want to go school. He changed his mind with a bit of persuasion but clung on to me when he entered the classroom. I talked to him, explained to him, distracted him but all failed. He would give me reasons, excuses and cry hoping that he would come home with me. So on Friday, I brought him to school and I brought him home again. We had a deal, he has to go school on Monday and he agreed happily.

On Monday, he woke up fresh and excited about going to school. He changed his clothes, had his coco crunch with milk breakfast, brushed his teeth and all set to go school. But the moment we entered his classroom, his mood changed. Tears started rolling down his cheeks when he saw me turned to leave the room. More hugs and kisses only seemed to make things worse and soon he was bawling and the teacher had to hold him back while I walk off.

When I came back to pick him up later, he was bouncing with glee, eager to show me the craft he had made and tell me how much fun he had. When his teacher Mrs Manu told him she wants to see him with a happy face the next morning. He was quick to agree. But the same thing happened again the next day. This went on for the whole of this week and finally, today I decided to give him a break and give myself a break.

I wonder whether all kids go through this phase…

felt like a private investigator, hiding in the car to capture this shot. So cute! the kids were out for a stroll around the school. You learn to appreciate the greenery more after staying in desert Arizona for 2 years!

I hang around in school to make sure Mal was alright before leaving. Mal was the first one in the line with red hat
a little incentive for him to go school, I promised to bring him to the airport in the evening…and we were at the budget terminal where the view of aircraft taking off was better than at T2 viewing gallery!

but the terminal really looks ‘budget’… for a while I thought it was a temporary building as it was built using plaster board and there was a ‘budget’ cafe inside, Hanes.
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