Clever Moms

I always thought I was creative in getting my kiddos to eat when they were little. (Teens and Pre-Teens are not a problem. N.S. has a hollow leg).
Peas were called green balls, broccoli were baby trees, and you never knew what color ketchup or milk might show up on the table. But here is a tip I HAD to pass along that I read today.
You know those giant rolls of craft paper? We used to roll it on the table and you could draw and eat at the same time And have a simple cleanup. I stole that idea from the Macaroni Grill on I-10 Freeway, but it worked Great!
Some clever Mom one upped my idea: Write the kids food on the paper and let them check the box as they eat their: Meat, Veggie and Milk. It's like a chore chart with stars only quick pay off for every meal.
Thank you to all Clever Moms out there!

Learn to Curse in Bahasa

I'll start off with the good news. Navy Seal is OK.
Now on with why.
When it rains in KL, chaos ensues. Traffic comes to a stand still, horns are honking (like it's going to help) and employers know half it's staff will be late to work. Truly, there is nothing you can do. So we accept it.

Yesterday morning was such a day. We live five minutes from the school. Yesterday it was 30 minutes. We finally pull into the parking lot in car pool line. Navy Seal had been asking for the last 15 minutes if he could hop out and run for it. For the last 15 minutes I had been saying no.

Motorbikes are part of the fabric of KL. They do not abide by normal traffic rules. They weave in and out of traffic. They go the wrong way on the road if the correct side is full. Even side walks have been turned into a motorbike lane if the mood strikes them. So I was saying No because it was too dangerous. There is no telling when a bike will pop up beside your car.

Now we are on school property, so I say Yes. Navy Seal pops out of the car, crosses in front of me so I can watch him get onto the side walk. And in Slow Mo as he steps towards the side walk, a Motorbike whips into our parking lot and Hits My Child. He goes up over the handlebars, wraps his arms around the guy on the bike and somehow stays on his feet (although we find out later one foot had been run over) and the motorbike comes to a stop.
Adrenaline kicks in. I am out of the car, N.S. is insisting he is OK and is headed to class. The motorbike guy drives around us and goes and parks his bike! I move up my three feet in car pool like, pop back out and go to scream at the man who has hit my child.

Unfortunately, he does not have a clue what I am saying. He knows I'm angry. He knows he is in danger. But I want him to know he is a stupid stupid man.

Bahasa classes start Monday. First lesson will be how to say Stupid!

Side note: By the time I was parked and into the school, N.S. did realize he was not well and went to the nurse. Mainly shock, but was sore for the day. All is now well.