Mommy's home from her trip and the kids seem delighted. It has been a trying few days, with the flu spreading through the family, hitting the maids and all the three children. On the night Mommy left, I came home from the airport after midnight to find Faith up and crying for Mommy, who usually pats her to sleep. To complete the fun, she got hit with a 39 degree fever. Faith and I were up till 5am that night until we were both knocked out from sheer exhaustion.
Still, we coped ok and I tried not to worry the wife too much. No point letting her fret while she's in another country.
The only drama she had when overseas was when she found herself in the middle of nowhere and she couldn't call home or her best friend there. She sms-ed "Help me! Can't call anyone" and I called the telco to find out why. Apparently, her phone only had some kind of Pay As You Roam thing and not regular Roaming, and hence she could only call Singapore numbers. So I got her Roaming activated.
After she came home, the wife said Joy kept leaning nose to nose and giving her wet kisses on the lips. The kids all wanted attention from her.
The only time I got any attention from the kids was when I had food. Joy climbed onto my lap when she saw me eating my Boulevard chicken pie (black pepper, medium size). And she stayed there until she had her fill of pie crust. My Mom told me recently, "That Joy of yours ah, eats any adult food she sees you eating! Tam sek!" Even the bit of spicy black pepper on the pastry did not deter her.
She is a feisty one, Joy. We have to constantly remind ourselves not to spoil her or let her get her way too much. It's easy for her to get her way at this cute-cute stage, and being the baby of the family. When she grabbed Isaac's book and tore it, her 3-year-old brother got mad and and gave her a shove. I told him off and made him say sorry to her. But he kept resolutely quiet, which is unusual because he is normally quick to apologise if we tell him to do it. Then I realised that even children have a sense of justice and quickly said to Joy, "JoyJoy, you cannot grab your Gor Gor's book like that. You see? It's torn now and I have to repair it." Then I gently slapped her hand.
Turning to Isaac, I said, "And you must not hit your Mei Mei like that. She is smaller than you are. Now say sorry.
This time, he did.
We spent part of the Sunday putting up Chinese New Year decorations. The dangling red tassels and bright red colours of the decorations attracted Faith's senses like magnets and she just had to touch them. We spent a lot of time stopping her from climbing onto furniture, the fish tank and even the TV set, as she tried everything to get her hands on the paper pigs and lanterns hanging from the ceiling.
I made the mistake of carrying her up to see the lanterns up close ("Ok, Papa carry you to see it. No touching, ok?" I said) and just as one of the maids said, "Nooooo!", Faith grabbed a tassel and yanked the lantern down. Guess she knew Faith's strength and speed better than I did. No more carrying her up so close to the decorations, Papa learned quickly.
I wonder if my decorations will last till Chinese New Year. The chubby character wishing visitors a Prosperous New Year of the Pig has already lost a paper arm and had to be repaired with double-sided tape. I give the decorations a 50-50 chance of surviving my three kids.