Monthly Archives: January 2009

Traditions and generations

So now it’s Wednesday night, the end of the third day of Chinese New Year.

Some folks have gone back to work, my work email’s inbox is starting to fill up, some kids are back in school tomorrow. Most are still on leave, Chinese-owned shops are still closed.

It went by too quickly.

Specifically, it didn’t feel like it, the way I remembered it.

We were at Grandma’s open house last night- Hot Mummee’s family’s tradition where Grandma caters (more like she cooks herself!) for her side of the family, always on the second day of the New Year. There was a comment made last night, echoed by many.

Every year it feels less and less like Chinese New Year. I wholeheartedly agree.

For me, it was all of these:

  • Firecrackers
  • Whole roast pigs; Okay it’s expensive; somehow my parents used to get one and share them with relatives and friends)
  • Lots of ang pows; yes I know I am married now!
  • Pai thee kong; I know this is celebrated on the 8th day, but previous years have already shown the “slowdown”
  • More firecrackers; yes us boys played with all sorts, but left the serious one (the long over-6-footers packed with gunpowder!) to dad to light
  • Lots of food and junk food
  • Noise, mainly from blaring Chinese New Year songs
  • More firecrackers

For me, the change started when Malaysia banned firecrackers. It started not feeling like that time of year anymore, because it traditionally was a very noisy part of the year, where the nights would be literally cracked by the sporadic exploding cracker, or the occasional rapid-fire of a 6-footer. Our lawn would be littered with small pieces of red paper, evidence of our own 6-footer.

And then, it started to change. Through the years the atmosphere was getting less and less like it. I don’t think it is just because I am growing (older), that my personal experience and memory are different because I am seeing the world differently at the passing of every year. I think a lot of you would also agree that it is not the same anymore.

For my kids, I foresee that they will likely not view this traditionally very significant Chinese festivity as big a deal as we do. They’d probably know that it is significant, but it is not as big an impact as it did for us when we were kids.

Do you feel the same?

Happy Chinese New Year!

Gong Xi Fa Cai to all my friends!

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I don’t know how often I’d be reading, checking comments, or posting, but rest assured it’s likely due to being busy catching up with relatives, cards :) and eating!

I don’t want to go to school

From all my previous boasts about how Caitlin never looked back since starting school, I was suddenly defeated when I heard her utter these words this week. This being only the 3rd week of school this year.

This is her second year of schooling. The whole of last year was pretty much trouble free, sans the to-be-expected comments raised during parent-teacher meetings about how noisy or chatty Caitlin can be in class! Except for a few incidents, she had generally enjoyed school, the teachers and friends.

I think she first said this to me on Wednesday night, but not really “a real issue” type of urgency. It was the first I had heard of it, but thought I had managed to convince her to go anyway, thinking perhaps it was just grumpiness due to lack of sleep in the mornings.

She did offer something in this conversation. She said something about not liking Teacher Ann and Teacher Rachel coming in and out of the classroom. Teacher Rachel is the home teacher. They’d be swapping / changing over teachers between subjects, but Teacher Ann would be teaching English (and I think Bahasa) whilst Teacher Rachel would cover everything else.

Then she said it again on Thursday night, sounding a little more urgent. This conversation was a little challenging, she was just refusing to agree to go. Offers of seeing friends at school, new things to learn, etc, didn’t seem to go down at all.

Friday morning came and it got more urgent. She was pleading not wanting to go. I think it was when I was beside her blow-drying my hair (don’t laugh- drying after a shower, not styling, okay?) while she was getting her hair pleated by our domestic helper that she said something about Teacher Ann scolded her, being fierce, don’t know how to do the English, lizard and library.

Piecing it together, she started not liking school because of Teacher Ann. Apparently Teacher Ann’s style is that of loud and fierce, which I guess Caitlin isn’t used to.

Friday morning in car I said to Caitlin that I’d speak to Teacher Rachel. I tried being careful not letting Caitlin get the impression that I was going to change anything- kids should get used to “fierce” teachers, especially with our plans for her to attend Chinese school (notorious for such teachers), and also that the should be put into stressful environs to learn how to deal with it.

Stopped the car, helped her exit the car, and went to see Teacher Rachel, who is on duty to greet the kids at the road. Caitlin hung around, making sure I did talk to Teacher Rachel.

In Mandarin we chatted. I asked if there was anything in class that may contribute towards Caitlin’s hesitation to attend school- a bully perhaps, a fierce teacher. Initially she shared that she too felt a similar sentiment from earlier in the week; there was a few times at the teacher-change over that Caitlin went to her and asked to go home. I asked what Teacher Ann’s style was, again being careful not to criticise; which I wasn’t- I just needed to ascertain the cause of her hesitation. Teacher Rachel then thought and offered a “you know you could be right” answer. I reiterated that I wasn’t asking teachers to change their styles; I just wanted to know if that was the only factor.

The lesson for me? That what I read about kids generally avoiding something has all to do with some bad (ongoing) experience from it. The challenge is trying to “pry” it out of them, to get to the source of it.

Nappy rash

Talk about sitting on it.

About a month or so back, due to bad parenting on our part, we had neglected to ensure Caleb was changed quickly and often enough.

It’s “interesting” that being in contact with urine long enough creates such a reaction on human skin. At first we weren’t too sure what the ultimate cause was.

Our guess was confirmed upon Dr Pixie’s first look / impression.

The affected reddened skin covered from between the butt cheeks, forward toward the scrotum, and stopping between that and the you-know-what (I don’t want spam bots picking up that keyword). That last bit (pun?) was the giveaway sign, given how the liquid is trapped in these crevices under the diaper. There was nothing wrong with the skin on the upper side of the ahem and upwards.

Dr Pixie also confirmed that the area would hurt; probably sting is a better description. This explained Caleb’s discomfort in those days. He was a real pain in ass to feed, manage etc, because he had a pain in his ass ha ha.

Here’s what Dr Pixie prescribed.

No more talcum powder on the groin / area; at least for now. When changing, wash / rinse the area as you would but no soap. Soap would only aggravate the area and the sting. Dab / pat dry- again, rubbing dry would also be painful on the skin. And go get this concoction: Hydrocortisol and Zinc oxide; to be applied on the reddened skin after each wash / change.

Hot Mummee and Grandma went out looking for this. Apparently the pharmacist they went didn’t have this, but was able to mix it. I don’t know if it was expensive, I doubt it was though.

That last treatment really helped our little man (another pun?) In probably 6 hours or 2-3 changes later he was feeling almost normal, and the area cleared up not long after.

Sharing my kids-treatment record with you here.

Is it time to invest / administer scar treatment cream / ointment?

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