The Diaperbag family.

We are the Diaperbag family. There are Jordan, Evan and Dylan (also known as Muffin) and they are fondly known as JED. We are their parents. Ondine and Packrat.

This is JED

Always playing or planning and plotting to take over the world. Always up to shenanigans.

This is Jordan, our first born

Actually she's part of a twin set. She was known as Twin 1 in-utero. She loves to draw what she dreams, dances what she draws.

This is Evan, reluctantly the younger twin

He's Twin 2 by two minutes because it took the doctor that long to find him. We don't think he'll ever forgive the doctor!

This is our youngest, Dylan (also known as Muffin)

He fancies himself the Lion King. His favourite activities are to climb, jump, pounce and roar at the world. The world is his Pride Rock.

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Saturday, January 14, 2017

First week of school? No tears, no fuss, no big deal

Our youngest is no longer a pre-schooler. On the 3rd of January, he joined the ranks of a primary school going child. And unlike the twins, he seems to have taken to it like a fish to water. I suspect, that has got to do with him having seen his older siblings go through it. He couldn't quite understand what the fuss was about and why he had to wait so long to do things.

When asked what he did the first week, he told us that there were a lot of lines and a lot of waiting.
1. Waiting to line up.
2. Waiting for the class to quiet before anything happens
3. Lining up to buy food.
4. Lining up to put the plates back.
5. Lining up for the bathrooms after putting the plates back because evidently, everyone needs to pee after returning their dishes.
6. Waiting to go back to class after going to recess.
7. Lining up for the right bus.
8. Waiting to get on the right bus.



Has he learnt anything substantial in the last two weeks of school? Learning to queue, obviously. And also learning how join the shortest line at recess to maximise time in the playground. He also learnt how to make change.

Outside of school, he learnt how to cook a meal from scratch. Slicing, dicing, sauteing, the works. And he learnt that a little kindness goes a long way. He cooked the meal from start to finish for his brother and that won him the choice of television programmes for the entire day.


What he learnt in the first two week of school wouldn't have helped him survive if he were marooned on a desert island but those are good survival skills to learn. Did he learn any reading, 'riting and 'rithmetic? I'm not certain of that bit but that'll come because Singapore. 

Monday, February 18, 2013

Prime real estate

Muffin has been down with a viral fever.

We've kept him away from the twins.

 He misses them and they've missed him.

This morning, both try to 'serve' him.

Muffin's thing now is to listen to Lion King's Circle of Life and perch himself as if on Pride Rock while savouring the music. Evan built Muffin his Pride Rock with a chair, a stool, some cardboard and a notice that said "Dylan's Pride Rock".


Not to be outdone, Jordan tries to up the ante and builds another one leading under the table where the table is a 'cave'. It's more elaborate and there is a sign that says "Simba's Pride Rock and Mufasa's Pride Rock."
 

Unfortunately, Muffin liked the location of Evan's creation better. And Evan built it first; right next to the sound box that plays "Circle of Life" on a loop. So, location wise, Muffin couldn't have done better. And Jordan took offence. Shouting matches as she tried to forcibly put him in her Pride Rock echoed in the estate.

I try not to burst a stitch laughing at the earnest offence Jordan is feeling and how Evan is gloating because Muffin likes his Pride Rock better.

It is however, irritating because I have to run interference. I feel like the UN, trying to mediate between two unreasonable countries.

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Sunday, February 03, 2013

Cheeky

If there is one quality that is bursting forth from Muffin, it is cheekiness.

He finds every opportunity to be cheeky and even when 'behaves' the way you want him to, it's all his eyes.



He just can't help it. It's as if he knows a joke or a secret that you don't. And you can't stop laughing.

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