conversations

I can’t get penguin to sleep!

It is Monday morning. I’m driving Angus to the speech therapist.

Me: “Would you like to have a babycino at the cafe afterwards?”
Angus: “Sometimes I have a babycino with marshmallows but today I’m having a milkshake.”

* * *

Angus and I are on the way to a birthday party.

Angus: “Mummy, I like you…today.”

* * *

It is 2am in the morning. Rick and I wake up to the sound of Angus screaming in his room.

Rick goes in to investigate.

Rick: “Angus, what’s wrong?”
Angus: “Daddy, I can’t get penguin to go to sleep!”
Rick: “Okay. Let’s put him on the pillow. He can sleep there.”
Angus: “Is he awake?”
Rick: “No.”
Angus: “Can you check?”
Rick: “Penguin, are you awake?” Silence. “He’s quiet, so he’s asleep.”
Angus: “Put him on his back, daddy!”
Rick: “Okay, he’s on his back now. Go to sleep Angus.”
Angus: “Goodnight daddy.”

* * *

It is Sunday morning, and I’m trying to park our Discovery at church.

Angus: “Mummy, you have to park between the two white lines.”

* * *

It is Thursday evening, and I’m a bit upset with Rick for messing up one of the kitchen drawers.

Angus watches as I leave the room.

Angus: “Daddy, can you do the right thing to make mummy happy?”*

*Rick would like me to point out that he usually does. Tis true. He usually does.

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“I am a good pusher mummy!”

It is night-time. I notice that the boys’ bedroom light is on. Again.

I am not pleased.

I go into their room, give Angus the sternest look I can muster and flick the light switch off.

Me: “Don’t turn the light on again, okay Angus? Do you understand?”

Angus: “I think so mummy.”

* * *

In the car. I’m trying to explain to Angus why he is not to push Pete again.

Me: “It is not loving to push other people. And Pete is your brother. So please don’t push him again, okay? Angus?”

Pause.

Angus: “I’m a good pusher, mummy!”

* * *

Several moments later…

Angus: “My favorite toy is a Land Rover.”

* * *

Outside. Somewhere.

Me: “Oh my goodness!”

Angus: “Oh my goodness!”

Me: “Oh. My. Goodness.”

* * *

Lunchtime. I am trying to convince Pete to stop pouring milk all over himself.

Me: “Listen to me Pete!”

Angus: “Listen to me too, Pete!”

Me: “Pete, listen to mummy!”

Angus: “Pete, listen to Angus!”

* * *

Me: “How did you take off Pete’s sleeping bag?”

Angus: “I undo the button, undo the zip and take it off!”

* * *

Morning. I am still in bed. My blindfolds are still on.

Angus runs in. I feel little hands trying to take my blindfolds off.

Angus: “Mummy, it’s time to wake up because it’s not night time anymore.”

* * *

Me: “Have you done a big poo?”

Angus: “I need to go to daddy.”

Me: “Yes you do. Go now.”

(Linking up with Mon’s joy packets!)

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Play School beats MasterChef

We went to the zoo today and it was simply delightful. A huge thanks go to Rick’s parents (“Nan and Pa”) for coming with us and enjoying the day with us (read: helping us with the boys). I have a stack of photos I want to share, but I don’t think I’ll have time to post them tonight, so a little sneak peek of a big giraffe will have to do for now. I would, however, like to leave you with snippets of conversation that Rick and I each had with Angus tonight:

* * *

Rick: “What animals did we see at the zoo today?”
Angus: “Pa and Nan!”

* * *

Me: “Oh no, you’ve torn the map of the zoo!”
Angus: “Mummy get my hammer?”
Me: “Hammer?”
Angus: “Yes, hammer!”
Me: “Hammers are for fixing cars, darling. I think we need sticky tape instead.”
Angus: “Aaaah…. tape!”

* * *

A few minutes later…

Angus: “Mummy’s nose has a piece of snot!”
Me: “Piece of snot?”
Angus: “Yes! Piece of snot in mummy’s nose!”

* * *

And another one from a few weeks ago…

Me (at dinnertime): “Can we watch a cooking show?”
Angus: “Yes!”

I turn on MasterChef.

Angus: “No cooking!”

I feign deafness.

Angus: “No cooking! Mummy, no cooking!”

Me (still hopeful): “Are you sure?”
Angus: “Yes! Play School! Play School!”
Me (resigned): “Okay, Play School it is…”

* * *

And here’s a glimpse of the little boy himself, exhausted after all the zoo fun today…

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All look same?

I just had the funniest (and slightly worrying) conversation with RIck.

Me: What’s the name of the Asian Wiggle?
Rick: What do you mean, there’s no Asian Wiggle!
Me: Yes there is, the one who’s always falling asleep…
Rick: You mean Jeff?
Me: That’s the one – he’s Asian!
Rick: No he’s not.
Me: Yes he is.
Rick: No way!
Me: Are you kidding me – how can he not be Asian?

He then reached for my iPhone and Googled it.

Oh and guess what? Jeff Fatt is Chinese, and is in fact “one of the most popular Asian performers in the world.”

Thank you internet, Google and Wikipedia.

I really don’t know what to make of this, except that perhaps being married to an Asian has somehow dulled Rick’s ethnic senses? Which then makes me wonder – what would he say about Dorothy the Dinosaur….?

(Did you know that All Look Same is now a blog?)

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Conversations with Angus

It is evening. Rick has just picked up Angus from my mum’s and they are coming home.

Angus: “Sun go down and moon come up!”

* * *

It is midday. I’ve just arrived home with the boys from bible study.

It is time for Angus to go down for his nap, which he has been resisting for a couple of days.

Me: “I’ll close the door if you get out of bed.”

Angus: “Gor gor stay in bed if door leave open.”

* * *

It is morning, and Angus is watching Play School while I’m feeding James.

On screen, Justine and Matt are drawing a cow.

Angus turns around to look at me.

Angus: “Milk come out of cow…. and mum!”

* * *

I am in the car with the boys.

We are at Carlingford Court and I’m trying to park.

I realise I am about to hit a pole.

Me: “Oh dearie me!”

Angus: “Oh dearie me!”

* * *

It is dinnertime. Angus and I are talking about babies.

All of a sudden…

Angus: “Daddy come out of nan!”

* * *

It is afternoon, and Angus and I are both in the studio.

He is playing with my animal elastic bands from Kikki K.

I point to the rabbit one and ask him what it is.

Angus: “Hop, hop, bang, bang!”

I make a mental note to talk to Rick about the “bang, bang!”

* * *

It is dinnertime yet again, and we are running very late.

I am utterly exhausted.

As I’m trying to get Angus to eat his pork and rice, I burst into tears.

Angus: “What’s the matter mummy? Mummy sad?”

Me: “No, mummy’s very weary.”

Angus: “Kiss mummy?”

Me: “Yes please…”

Angus kisses me on the cheek.

Angus: “Mummy happy now?”

Me (heart melting): “Yes darling, thank you.”

I kiss him back.

Me: “I love you little man…”

(*Gor gor is Cantonese for older brother.)

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