Puppy’s school visit

Last Friday, we registered Puppy at the primary school in our neighbourhood. She’ll go in her 7th year.

I described things along the way.

“This is the school office. That’s what the boys and girls wear here. See, the lady over there, she’s the teacher. That’s the canteen where you can get something to eat at snack time, they call it ‘recess’ here. And that’s the playground.”

Puppy loved every minute of it.

While my Sweet Man filled up forms in the school office, Puppy, Lamb and I stood outside a classroom, watching preschoolers reading Malay sentences off a chart. No, not reading. Yelling.

Piglet had fallen asleep on my shoulder.

When we got back to the car, I asked Puppy how she liked it. “Oh, Mama… Can I go to this school? Now? NOW? Tomorrow?” Her face was shining.

It was a special moment and I was excited as she was. Never mind we’ve decided to send her to a government school, not a private or vernacular one. Never mind 90% of the canteen food was fried food. Never mind most of the children there were from a different culture. Never mind the toilets stinked. Never mind the playground looked shabby and the bookshop sold cheap looking pencil-boxes.

It’s school, there are other kids around! Woo hoo!!

We’re over-crazed these days with: Private schools. Vernacular schools. Organic food, only organic food. Hand sanitizers and super dooper ultra clean environments.

Puh-leeeze.

Puppy’s opinion: NOT NECESSARY.

(PS. I value personal hygiene and support organic farming. But we needn’t be frenetic about it.)

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Night-time nursing

I wonder why people still ask me if Piglet can see.

He can definitely see. I mean, it’s 5.30 am, I’ve nursed him on both sides, changed his diaper and put him down while he’s still awake. He hasn’t gone back to sleep. I move around noiselessly in the dim light of my bedside table to get my glasses.

When I return to my bed, Piglet’s making happy, gurgling sounds. I peer down, still standing, trying to see his face. When I finally locate him, he’s already looking directly into my eyes with a big laughing smile. Oh, he can definitely see. Properly. Even in the dark.

He asks me to pick him up, so I rock him and put him down after he’s become drowsy and almost asleep. He doesn’t move or protest, so I inch away. It’s been almost an hour since his waking up to nurse, with diaper changing and rocking thrown in. I’m grateful his middle-of-the-night nursing sessions have finally decreased in duration and frequency. I think we’ve had it easier since he went past 2 1/2 months.

Tonight’s a good night, with only 2 wakings so far since I put him down at 8.15 pm. I log onto my favourite breastfeeding site to check out the latest. Can’t wait for their upcoming article on co-sleeping. And the one on toddler nursing is great!

Did I mention I love little Bunnies sleeping in our bed? Not all of them at one go, of course. My Sweet Man doesn’t mind. In fact, he supports it wholeheartedly. He knows it helps me to nurse most restfully at night, and the babies get settled sooner.

Now, we have to wean Lamb from our bed all over again. Since Piglet’s arrival, he’s back in our bed almost every night. And 4 people on a queen sized bed is far too much.

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