Men: The Weaker Sex - When It Comes To Needles

Recently my nephew had his tooth extracted and my sis was relating to me how he shivered and his voice shook in fear saying "No! No! I'm scared!" (He's 18 by the way) when the dentist was about to inject the painkiller. Similarly, she told us that her second son's face would often turn white and once he fainted when he was about to get an injection in school for some immunisation program.

Upon hearing this Mr MG quickly agreed that men has a lower threshold of pain (afterall ladies are made to stand labor pain, he argues) and is thus more afraid of needles than ladies. Is that right? Mr MG acts like a baby when he is about to get a shot. (Sorry darling. Hehe) Luckily he hasn't fainted yet but his face does get paler and he acts a bit nervous compared to MG who is often cool as a cucumber when it comes to injections.

I have (so far) not much problems facing the needle. And being the fine person that I am, I have fine veins too, so often if the injection is to draw blood (those bloodsuckers!) they'd have to try at least 3 times before they get it right!

I wonder, does everyone agree that men are more afraid of needles than women or does it just run in my family????

BTW, Happy Labour's Day to everyone (mums included even those not working in the office as we know it).

Taken for Granted

I feel taken for granted.

No one cares about me

Especially when things are going well

I am often relegated to the back burner and forgotten

Hah! If not for me, your life would not even be the way it is now

You would not be enjoying the things you are doing right this moment

So why do you ignore me? I can never understand it

Wake up! Stop taking me for granted.

I am HEALTH

MG: Ok, ok health. Don't merajuk. I know I have not been taking care of you very well. The only time I worried about you was the two times I was pregnant. Other than that, sorry lah. I won't ignore you anymore. I will take good care of you from now on ok? So please, please, don't lah merajuk. I need you to be good.

Waiting Room

Recently MG has been in a number of waiting rooms. So very free lah and bored, kpc, observe ppl and blog about it. Hahaha.

Scene 1 - At the hospital waiting room

MG was pleased to see a young couple with a baby and toddler. It was such a loving family scene. The daddy fed the toddler dinner, while the mummy played with the baby. Then the daddy carried the baby, while the mummy chatted with the toddler and later the daddy played with the toddler while the mummy carried the baby around the waiting room. So heartwarming and quite a rare scene these days.

No, it was not MG's family. MG chickened out and left baby and toddler with relatives because had to do and hour long test plus wait for doctor, wait to make payment, wait, wait, wait, figured out that by the time it was our turn to see the doc, baby and toddler would be so restless we wouldn't be able to have any meaningful discussion with the doc.

Scene 2 - At the paeditrician

Young, pretty mama with baby and toddler. Pretty mama sat prettily on the chair while a maid sat beside toddler at the playing area and either mom/mom-in-law fed baby with a bottle beside her. Pretty mama did not have a hair out of place, like just came out of salon like dat crossing and shaking her pretty feet clad in pretty high heeled sandals. (Wah, got time to paint toe nails summore!) When her baby's name was called, mom/mil handed baby over to her and pretty mama walked cooly into the doc's room.

Sadly this scene is getting more common these days. Can't blame pretty mama. She's working, dad's not around to help (hubby got good excuse mah, got maid and mom/mil around) and thats the only way to cope. Hmm... if I were her though, I'd probably be playing with my kids while waiting.

Warning: This Scene written by one sour grape mama with pony tail and clad in shirt and slacks and flat soles so description may be a bit biased.

Scene 3 - At the bookshop

During the weekends, Mr and Mrs MG would get our weekly dose of bookshop browsing at the shopping malls. We'd take turns to watch the kids while the other goes for a quick browse. If the quick browse becomes too long, the other is often greeted with a "Oi! How come so long!"

At the bookshop we often see sour faced, unhappy looking maids sitting with their young charges. Sometimes sour faced maid would be chasing their young charges around with a desperate look on their faces. Yah I sometimes get that desperate look too when toddler becomes uncontrollable but the difference is I am licensed to scold and smack toddler when the situation calls for it whereas sour faced maid often does not have that authority to discipline and the child knows it! No wonder the maids run away.

Sadly this scene is VERY common these days. Go to any shopping mall or supermarket and you will get to see sour faced maid following a family around.

Whats become of us? How come our parents could cope with more kids and less conveniences? I wonder how my mom coped and why I sometimes just sometimes can even be caught thinking that a sour faced maid would help? Hmm.. shame on me!

Feelings, nothing more than feelings.....

Child psychologist: Around 2-3 years of age the child is just discovering a wide range of feelings and emotions but does not know how to express them appropriately. So it is the parents' job to teach the child about his feelings and how to express them.

MG: (While shopping one day) Hmmm... this Barney tape about feelings would be good to teach toddler about emotions so she won't throw so many temper tantrums. Lets buy it.

After watching the tape........

Toddler: Mummy! Pleeaaaze bring me the horse. Don't make me mad!

Toddler: Mummy, I don't want to eat the porridge. I don't want! Don't make me sad! I scold you.

MG: Stop whining. Behave yourself. Don't make mummy angry.

Toddler: Mummy happy? Happy, mummy! (Toddler always says this whenever she sees MG angry or sad because she wants to see mummy happy all the time)

MG: Ok.

Yikes! Anyone interested in a second hand Barney VCD?

Mummy, don't be scared.

The sky was dark. The winds howled. Toddler ran to the window, lifted the curtains to watch and ran back to MG.

Toddler: Mummy! Got flashing lights!

MG: Thats called lightning sweetie. It means its going to rain soon.

The loud sound of the thunder filled the air. Toddler ran to MG and patted MG on the chest.

Toddler: Mummy. Don't be scared.

MG: Thats the sound of thunder you hear. It means theres going to be heavy rain soon.

As if on cue, it rained furiously and the sky became darker still.

Toddler than bent down and kissed MG on the head.

Toddler: Mummy. Don't be scared.

Hehe. I wonder who she is consoling?