April 1, 2008

  • Good Friday Weekend

    Dear Kristen,

    Over the Good Friday Weekend (yes, another long overdue entry), you taught me about fear.


    Sand. Fear unconquered.

    You hate walking on sand. You just think it's dirty and you don't like sand stuck to your feet. We found that out at the Jacob Ballas Children's Garden where you, for the first time experienced sand in your toes. This trip to the East Coast Park... reaffirmed your dislike for sand in your toes. But sure, you enjoyed being carried to walk to the sea... and you did not mind scooping the sand onto the picnic mat!

    But mostly, you were quite well behaved at the beach because you did not dare run out of the playmat!

    Grass. Fear half conquered.

    You were once afraid to walk on the grass. Felt different from the solid ground... and much more different from carpet. Now, you've accomplished more! You no longer fear walking on grass, so long as you reach the concrete patch in the middle that is! Yup. You are very proud of yourself for walking on the grass (fast) and arriving at the concrete patch at Granny's house!


    Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein. No Fear.

    When we were at Tampines Mall after spending some time at Toys'r'Us. Grandma and Grandpa went to buy food and Mummy was hunting for a little ride for you to sit on so that you would stop running around. We went to many coin-operated rides but all were taken except for the one that had Frankenstein and his bride sitting on. Of course I was doubtful... I mean, Frankenstein is meant to be scary looking! But. Well. You were definitely not afraid of them and you kept poking Frankenstein's eye just as you would have poked Barney's mouth. Why fear?

    Love,      
    Mummy