Monday, October 26, 2009

Override my preference

A: Mama, where is your javelin?
M: It’s over here, what are you going to do Alfie?
A: I am going to change your Javelin colour
M: why?
A: I don’t like black, I like green
M: You don’t like black, why?
A: Because black is not nice, green is nice
M: ???

A quarrel with 3 years old boy

Alfie: Mama, can I have your “dompet”?
Mama: No Alfie, you cannot have my dompet
I grabbed the purse from Alfie’s hand
A: why?
M: Because it belongs to me
A (with upset tone): Mama, don’t do that, I don’t like this
M (angry): You don’t like what?
A: I don’t like this, I am going outside
M: Listen you cannot have my dompet
A: OK, I am going to buy one

Friday, October 16, 2009

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Monday, August 31, 2009

Happy 1st Birthday Alwyn!


Happy birthday, Dear Alwyn. Papa, Mama, and your brother Alfie are very grateful to have you with us for one year now. And no doubt, for many, many years to come.

As what happened to Alfie , now you've got four big teeth. You're still struggling to walk by yourself, but that's okay. Don't be too quick to run, 'cause you can't even walk properly yet. Remember when you fell? Yes, that's what you get if you're impatient.

But thank you for bringing yet another cheerful factor in the house. Yes, the house is now too small for us (when Papa told Mama to prepare a space for Aline -- that's the name for your future baby sister in Papa's imagination -- Mama looked at Papa as if he were crazy). But don't you worry. Alfie has been so kind to let you occupy Papa and Mama's bed. He has his own kingdom in the living room, just by the tv set.

Alwyn, sorry that some of your toys are actually Alfie's. Even some of your clothes were used by your brother some time ago. That's what people call the curse of the second child. You get used stuff. Of course not all of them are old. That Dinosaur t-shirt is new, so is the little submarine toy (that makes your brother envious). But, as we also keep telling your brother, share. You can borrow Alfie's toys, but you should also let him play with yours.

Once again, happy birthday.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Alfie's 3rd Birthday


Alfie was very happy and proud with his Ben10 cake.

His friends couldn't help to touch it :)

Happy birthday Alfie, may you always be a good and happy kid.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Monday, July 06, 2009

Monday, May 11, 2009

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Tangerang's ATV

"Ma, we're there already, stop the becak"
"Ugh, I'm trying... Can't stop it"
"What? Hit the brake, Ma! Hit the brake!"
"Huh? This thing's got a brake? Where's the damn brake?"
"Oh, Mama, you're a lousy driver..."

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Advising disservice

"Papa, what's that? What are you doing?"
"Err, Papa is reading a ... friend's book"
"But, Papa, why are you writing and drawing on it? You're ruining it, Papa... I thought you didn't like me doing that to your book?"
"Ugh, this is different, Son. Papa is trying to help this guy. He's Papa's student"
"But, Papa, stop putting notes on his book! You're rude!"

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Bagged

"Alfie, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to put myself inside Papa's luggage"
"Why? It's way too small to contain you!"
"So buy him a bigger luggage, Mama. I want to go with him"
"Ssshh, here's a better solution, Son. Tell Papa not to go too frequently..."

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Happy birthday, Mama

















"Happy birthday, Mama"
"Oh, thanks, Alfie. That's very nice of you. Any gift for Mama?"
"Ah that, Mama. Sorry, Alfie doesn't have a job yet. Can't buy you stuff. How about a kiss, Ma? Here you go"

***

"By the way, Mama... How come Papa isn't here? It's your birthday!"
"Papa is at work abroad, Alfie. It's alright. He has sent Mama his wishes... "
"He'd better have, Mama... And ugh, is he getting me and Alwyn gifts?"
"You? It's Mama's birthday, not yours or Alwyn's, right?"
"I know, but I'm the kid here, no? ... "
"Er, OK, let's text Papa then..."

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Fishing @ market

"Let's go, Alfie. It's our turn to do grocery this time. Mama stays home with Alwyn"
"What are we buying, Papa?"
"Hm, mainly fish, I guess? Mama said you need to eat lots of fish"
"Hey look, Papa. That fish is sleeping on ice. Ain't it cold?"

idol.jpg

"Papa, Mama, why do you guys love this American Idol thing so much?"
"Why, Alfie? You have problem with that?"
"No, I'm just curious. I thought those guys just learn to sing, you said? Why don't you just watch your music DVD and all?"
"Hehe, this is not just about singing, Alfie. We love the thrill, we even enjoy the bad singing. On top of all we love seeing how families and friends can be very supportive to their champ -- no matter how bad he or she sings..."
"Ah, that's complicated"
"Yes, but you will understand someday..."

Saturday, February 21, 2009

good morning

"Papa, what time is it?"
"Seven thirty"
"Ah, are we going to Merlion?"
"Later in the afternoon. Now Papa has a meeting"
"Ah poor you. Then I'll go around with Mama. You enjoy your meeting, Papa"

Monday, February 16, 2009

Alfie @ Changi

Alrite, Mama. You said Singapore is cool. This is empty! Where are people?

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Alfie's GM

No worries Bro, I'll give you some...

Alwyn's GM

Where's my noodle, Mbak?

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Gong Xi Fa Chai 2560


Alfie asked for Angpao, he said: "Gong Xi Fa Chai, Angpao na lai"

Monday, January 19, 2009

Doctor Alwyn

"Alwyn, now you be the doctor, I the patient"
"Rararararararara...."
"No, you hold this thing and put it on my chest... You know, like Tante Dokter did to you..."
"Rararararararara..."
"Oh, what is so difficult, Alwyn? Hold it Doctor Alwyn, hold it!"
"Rararara... Rurururu?..."
"Oh you're hopeless... Mbak Tari, can you help him, please?"
"Alfie, be nice to your brother"

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Econ of queuing

"Papa?"
"Yes?"
"Why are those motorists queuing?"
"They want to buy gasoline, Son"
"But why the long line?"
"Because there are more motorists and only fewer pumps"
"Why don't they just buy on street vendors? No queueing there"
"Because it's more expensive there"
"Oh, so price at station like this is too low?"
"Urg, yes. Maybe"

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Alwyn 4.5 m

Alwyn, 4.5 months old, 8.5 kgs

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Alfie's strict preference

"Alfie, what's your plan this weekend"
"You tell me, Papa. You're the one who drives"
"OK, pick one: golf or car?"
"Golf"
"Golf or swim?"
"Golf"
"Car or swim?"
"Ugh... Golf, Papa!"

Note: 'Golf' refers to that Putt-Putt minigolf at Senayan. You pay Rp 20,000 and you get one ball and a little stick. Then you can tell your kid to play as long as he or she likes. The trick is, avoid the last hole (that hole will take the ball back to the store, and you need to pay again to have another round). "Car" means the minicars in Timezone and the likes. "Swim" is, well, swimming.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Alfie and TV, cont'd

"Papa, come here"
"What's up, Son?"
"Look, fireworks and firecrackers everywhere... Wow, look at that!"
"Urgh, that's nothing like new year's party, Alfie. That's war. Those things exploding are bombs. They're dangerous. They kill people"
"What is ... war, Papa?"
"Ehm, something ... bad. It's when two groups of people fight each other..."
"Why do they fight, Papa? Barney and BJ and Baby Bop always say we are a happy family..."
"I don't know, Son... I don't know. But war is not good. Here. Let's stop the tv now OK? How about I read you that new dinosaurus book?"
"Let's just read the shinkansen book, Papa"
"OK"

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Alfie and TV

"What are you watching, Fie?"
"Mr. Bean, Papa. This one is my favorite. He's playing golf"
"I thought you liked Barney"
"That too, Papa. But I'm a boy now. Let's save Barney for Alwyn, he's the baby"
"What else do you like?"
"Slam Dunk. It's a cool cartoon about basket ball, Papa"
"I see... So you're into sport, I guess?"
"I am, Papa. But music, too. You promise me piano, Papa"
"Urg, yes. We'll fix Mama's old piano. I hope you're OK with that. We can't buy a new one. Too expensive"
"That's OK, Papa. Now if you excuse me, I'm trying to watch tv here"
"Alritey, Boy. Make sure you stop right after this Mr. Bean; turn the TV off and go to bed. Deal?"
"Deal, Papa"