Children grow up way too fast. One minute they are just tiny, little babies and in the blink of an eye, they are are adults already. Time moves so fast. So, how much sweet memories do they have from their childhood? What little things do they remember?

Since I have 18 years old and 16 years old to chat with, I know that they remember all the simple things they did that stay on in their memories. Things like the time when they ran barefoot in the field or getting caught in the rain. Then, they also have fond memories of the special people they encounter and of course, comfort foods they love.

Oreo is one of them. Oreo has that kind of wicked pleasure and they are oh so delicious. All my children have their Oreo moments. Things like how they smashed up Oreo to mix with their vanilla icecream. Or putting Oreo in between two slices of bread as sandwiches. How about putting Oreo crumbs in cupcakes and treat them like chocolate chips?

Now, we have our five years old boy to give him that unique Oreo moments. He love dunking Oreo into a glass of milk. Since Oreo has a contest, I made this video of him having breakfast. Yes, Oreo and a glass of milk make a little boy very happy and is the occasional treat to start the day.

Do you have any Oreo moments to share? You can enter the “OREO Global Moments” Contest by creating a video showing how you enjoy your Oreo. Upload it to Youtube between July 10th to August 10, 2008. However, note that animals are NOT allowed to be shown taking Oreo because I believe there are sensitivities involved.

And you may ask, “What’s the catch?” Well, how about being on the main page of Youtube? Here’s what they mentioned on Oreo’s website :

PRIZE: One (1) Grand Prize: Winner’s video will be featured on the YouTube Home Page on or about August 26, 2008.

Note that it is a global contest so that means millions of views on your Oreo video. Well, you may go down in history as the Oreo lover.

Whatever it is, Oreo is always the comfort food for my family. Contest or not, we love to open a new pack of Oreo and finished it in one sitting. Family bonding with Oreo. Childhood memories made sweeter.

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I was standing in the toilet, waiting to wash my five years old boy’s butt. Haih…when will my butt washing days be over? I remember my older children can wash their own butts when they were much younger because I was a working mom and they had to DIY at daycare. But this is the youngest, most pampered, spoilt little boy so I shall just keep doing it for a few more months because he is not going to kindie until next year.

(photo taken last year in Taiping Zoo)

And he asked me, “How to be altar boy?”

For a second, I was happy that finally, after so many boys, one of them indicates his interest to be a server in church. At last! Yes! Hallelujah! I know my boy would look awfully cute in the robe, following the priest around.

So, I gladly explained to him, “Very easy, when you are a bit older, mommy just take you to find one of the kor-kor like Bryan or Oyog and they will teach you. Very fun, you can ring bells and play with smoke.”

My baby in his birthday suit, sitting so cosy on his cushion toilet seat looks on dreamily…

He asked again, “Oh so easy only? No need to cut?”

Me, “Huh, cut what? You just need practice only.”

And he told me, “David said must cut neow-neow.”

Me, “Haiyor…no lah……”

He replied, “Neh…..David always bluff me wannnnn!!!!”

Bwahahaha…so, I washed his butt and both of us went to find the culprit.

Me, “DAVID!!!!! You come here. What have you been telling your baby brother lah? He said must circumcise to be an altar server.”

David replied, “MA!!!! You said it! You said if want to be a Jew or a Muslim, must circumcise. You teach wannnn.”

*slaps forehead* See how words and things get twisted in a five years old boy’s mind? We were talking about the different faiths the other day and my little boy got all those confused. Haih…

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I made some nice jelly today. Any idiot can do it too. Just buy one packet of agar-agar powder, follow the instructions and you get some nice jelly. Even my five years old boy know how to do it, if I let him play with fire, i.e.

Buy the jelly from Thailand. Not sure why but Thais are great with jellies and agar-agar. I think one packet costs less than RM2.

Copying the idea from Hochiak Delicious Asian foods, I cut some red dragon fruit into the agar-agar. The red colour is all original red colour from the dragon fruit. I love red dragon fruits. You know why? Because it makes my urine orange and what came out in the toilet bowl, looks like my whole intestines had been blended and mushed up.

From one packet of agar-agar powder, I made three types of agar-agar. One is the green heart, the red dragon fruit and the other the sirap manis, slightly pinkish plain ones.

#1 son : Mom, that looks like a pair of implants. The silicon implants.

#3 son : Yalah, like yours mom!

Me : HOI, cilaka what like mine? Niamah, I original lah.

#3 : Like the one that dropped out in the washing machine.

Me thinking, WTF, what dropped out? Think, think, think….

Me : Ish, that one is not silicon lah! That one from the swimsuit lah. Lycra!

#2 son : This one is just an A-cup.

Me : HOI, where you learn all these ah? They teach you in skool izzit?

Nice Sunday. Why they don’t hold protest in Penang ah? So boring, no place to go protest.

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I wrote something in my faith blog the other day…

No one can understand what freedom is until they can just step out of the house without worries about the kids.

and Sooi-Sooi, one of my regular reader said :

omg, u just hit that right in the nail! i still have more than a decade to that day

I know a lot of moms with young kids have these feelings. Yeah, we are very happy to be moms and having little babies to adore and pamper. But sometimes, it becomes a long grind with no light at the end of the tunnel. It becomes dirty diapers after dirty diapers cycle. And when the baby is much older and is mobile, we have to worry about the risk of cuts, falls, bumps and knocks.

Now, at least I can get a breather because the kids are much older. But still, there is something that I missed. A long bath, without anyone knocking on the door with things like,

“Mommmmmm…..look at David!!!!! He doesn’t want to give me the remote control!!!!!”

or

“Ma………what are you doing??????? I am hungry!!!!!! I want fried rice!!!! Faster before I die of hunger.”

or

“HOI!!!! Mader….how long are you going to take????? We are going out right NOWWWW!!!”

or

“MOMMYYYYY…..I got tummy ache….I need to pangsai (poo) NOWWWW!!!”

Sigh….I wish I have a bathroom which is sound proof and come with cushion walls so that no one can bother me when I am enjoying my bath. Maybe I will put a huge red beaming lights “The queen is in the bath, do not disturb or risk getting electrocuted” and then, put one of those electric fencing.

The Italians do know how to pamper themselves. When I was there and staying even in small motels, their bathrooms normally are decorated with opulent finishing. Never mind that they have very small bedrooms. Their bathrooms are huge with bidet and all.

The tap heads are gold plated and a few of the bigger hotels have sauna and jacuzzi built in too. They have those shower enclosures that come with a seat and all kind of settings with massage and all that pomp. Looking at this site for Bathroom Suites, I wish I had stayed back in Rome, Florence or Venice and find an Italian man who owns a villa.

So, sons, disturb me somemore when I am taking my baths, I elope to Italy and live in Lake Como forever.

Sigh…moms don’t have a life of their own when they earned the title ‘MOM’.

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(this is just a humor post)

Scene at home

I was trying to teach my sons about some facts of life like being caring. So these conversation took place…..

Me : You know ah, today someone told me (some sad things). You know ah…your ma ah…is a magnet for the sad, poor and downtrodden folks….

So, I thought….wuah…bangga, can teach my sons how to be caring…Sure they very touched to hear their sorrowful mother being kind and all those mushy-mushy stuffs lah….

Manatau……

#1 : Chey….magnet to the poor people for what lah….Be the magnet to millionaires lah….

#2 : Yalah, yalah…..be magnet to millionaires, then, we mah get plenty of money lorrr

Me : HOI! Cilaka! What? You want to trade your mader for money kah?

#1 : No need wan……

#2 : Yalah, just want the money only mah…..Eh, mader, you think your saham so tinggi, can find millionaires somemore kah?

Me : Niamah…..Chewren, listen here….There is no free lunch in this world, wokay…..No such thing as free lunch, remember…..

(some shoes we bought in Singapore, about RM500, call Nike Koi)

Then, we went shopping at Queensbay mall….time to get even….

I walked pass Faceshop. Normally, if I pass by, I sure have plenty of things to buy because Faceshop stuffs are cheap if I compare it with Bodyshop, SKII and Bobbi Brown.

Me : Your sorrowful mother must sacrifice for her children. Cannot get near Faceshop even, cos no money. All spent on you. Nay..that pair of Nike Koi….how much liao?

#2 : Eh, what what sorrowful mader? *whisper mode* RM500

Then, we went to eat sushi and I love unagi’s skin. So, the son doesn’t eat fish skin. I took the skin and ate it.

Me : Your sorrowful mother must sacrifice for her children. Get to eat only the miserable eel’s skin…

Son : Somemore say sorrowful mother, I take this chopsticks and poke your eyes then, you baru know what is sorrowful…..(in a joking manner ok?)

(some Nike call Lobster, sold out the moment it is launched in Malaysia. My son bought a size 10 and is keeping it for re-selling. He said he can sell it off for a good price. Right now, he is not auctioning it off yet. Bought this from Limited Edition in Queensway, Singapore. The shop introduced by Nike’s staff.)

After dinner, we went to buy socks…..

Me : Your sorrowful mother must…….

So…basically, the whole night I rub it in on them on how they spent money. Preached somemore…. (in a joking way, of course)

Me : Eh, son, you have sold your soul to the devil already. Now, all want brands and all want limited edition. You know what I should do with you? I go call the bishop and our three priests and kasi you exorcism baru tau. Then hor….I go ask the priest to find a room for you to stay with him there so he can brainwash you. If not hor, your sorrowful mother sure pokkai with the kind of stuffs you buy. Buy socks also must buy Nike. Bata socks cannot wear wan meh?

Son : Eh, mader….you know what? Jesus said we must not store up treasure on earth. That means we must spend, spend, spend our money. Jesus only say store up treasures in heaven.

Anyway…the #2 son is into stuffs like these so we just korek our pockets (to import the materials from China) and let him experiment lor….He has his own site at SpectrumReflectors.com and he sews those reflective suspender belts worn by the shufflers. Fuyoh, NOT like mother, definitely.

Meanwhile, the #1 son pulak, I don’t know what online game he is playing. Get a lot of ’stocks’ from the games, he sold off to some angmohs. Can make money playing online game now wor. Thank God.

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