Now that Rachel is going to a new kindergarten along Thomson Road, we drive her there every morning. Andrew often comes along and we sometimes take him for prata at the Casuarina prata place on our way home, since we have to pass it by anyway.
Sean being on a work trip, I was doing the sending one morning. Somehow it got around to Rachel trying to get Andrew to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." She asked him to sing it a few times, but without success. She tried another approach.
Sean is away on a work trip and Rachel began talking about him being on holiday. I quickly corrected her, telling her that 'Daddy is not on holiday, he's working, he's gone to Hanoi to teach people, and that's called "training".'
She commented, 'Oh, like training a dog right?'
I didn't think it would be quite correct to reply with a resounding 'Yes!', so I just repeated that he would be training people, and they would be using computers.
She said, 'Yes I know, training, like when you're training dogs and cats.'
Halfway putting Andrew to bed after his shower, Sean and I had to leave to pick Rachel up from her Chinese enrichment class at Beijing Language Centre at Punggol Plaza, as we were running late.
I had already put his diaper on him but he was still not dressed, and still drinking milk from his bottle. The three older ones were with him and we left them to say prayers together, dress him, get his bottle and towel out of the room after he's done, hang up his waterproof rubber mat, lay him down, switch off the light, slide the door shut and hook on the latch.
When we got back I asked Sarah how it went and she said he was pretty good. She said he said something about 'chicken.' After laying him down, he tried to get out of the room, but she put him back and quickly turned off the light, and he settled down. As she left the room she heard him say, "Thank youm, Jiejie.'
We're trying to get Andrew off the pacifier now that he's nearly two and a half.
First try, I said to him, 'Does Daddy suck pacifier? No! Does Korkor suck pacifier? No! Does Jiejie suck pacifier? No! So, Andrew doesn't need pacifier, ok? You're a big boy now!' And I took the pacifier away and left the room. He didn't protest while I was still there, but in a little while I could hear him weeping in the room! Gosh. I went in and found him lying on his back in bed, tears streaming down his face to his ears. Couldn't bear it so I gave him his pacifier back and he promptly went to sleep.
Next try, it was a Saturday afternoon and Sean convinced Andrew to throw his pacifier away after his afternoon nap. That night, no tears, but there was an hour of singing and talking to himself that we could hear through his door! When he woke up the next morning, he rushed out of his room to look in the wastepaper basket where he had thrown the pacifier. Haha. We had kept it aside of course. Just in case.
Following night, singing again, but not as long. So, looks like he's done!
At IKEA last night, a man noticed Rachel and asked about her. We talked about her condition for a while, and agreed to his offer to pray over her. After he had done so, he asked Rachel if she could feel anything. She nodded. "What did she feel?" "Kindness" was her answer. That, to me, is more inspired and powerful than any physical healing.
The kids were having porridge for dinner one night (while Sean and I went out to Alforno's at East Coast Road for grilled rack of lamb and crabmeat farfalle in tomato cream sauce with chilli padi - haha).
Before we left, I looked over to see how Rachel was doing. She told me that when she had porridge for lunch in school, her school aunty put bread in the porridge.
I thought, 'Bread? In porridge?' Ah! Croutons! So I asked Rachel, 'Oh, you mean like little cubes of toast?'
She replied, 'No, it's like the skin of the bread. And it's round.'