Yesterday, I caned Baby with the rotan (which is our back scratcher) for the first time. She has been driving me bonkers with her incessant climbing and nose-diving stunts from one sofa to the other. A few days ago, she fell down when she climbed up the dining table chair and had a blue-black bump on her forehead but that did not deter her a wee bit from climbing again. These days, she spends her days climbing up chairs, tables and sofas. If not, she will open up the TV console door and have a ball opening up all the VCDs, tearing apart the VCD plastic box, knocking remote controls, slamming my keyboard, pouring urine from her potty after she’d peed, bathing her body with her pee from the potty and the list of mischief is endless. She doesn’t sleep and nap for long too.
Whenever there is silence, I can be rest assured that trouble is brewing – both with rascal #2 and now rascal #3. The other night, I was busy doing revision with Alycia as the following day was her exam. Suddenly, all was silent in the living room. I turned my back and saw this:
This fler was happily pulling the tissue papers from the box… one by one, so song and chee kek….
Since there is no way I can stop her from climbing, I might as well just let her climb to her heart’s content. Just line the floor up with cushions. Very soon her new found freedom and excitement will wear off and she will settle down. I can only console and tell myself that she’s my last baby and enjoy all these while I can. A few years down the road, I may miss all these mischief and wish that my pre-teen girls are toddlers again.
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