Monday – bread coated with egg and panfried, chicken nuggets and peeled grapes.
Tuesday – spaghetti blognese with peeled grapes. I made a batch of the spaghetti sauce and freeze them so in the morning, I had only needed to cook the spaghetti and warm up the sauce.
Wednesday – hard boiled egg in the shape of a flower. It was my first attempt at using the egg mould so it didn’t turn out very nice. The yolk was way too near to the side. In the pink bottle was some soya sauce to go with the egg. I also introduced peanut butter sandwich (in the shape of bear and butterfly) but her verdict was, “I don’t like it mummy.” In the silicon cup was some oranges cut in cubes.
Thursday – I tried to be adventurous again and made some banana pancakes for her. It was my first time trying out the recipe and the batter turned out too watery as I had poured in too much milk. I used a flower shaped pan to fry them and as it was my first time using the pan, I didn’t quite know how to turn the pancake over so they turned out looking quite ugly. At the side were some fish fingers and oranges.
When I got home, I asked her,
Mummy: How was the pancake today?
Yiu Yiu: Yucky! No need to make pancake for me again lah, mummy.
Mummy didn’t know what to say liao!
Friday – chicken luncheon meat sandwich rolled up, with skewers of orange pieces and grapes. She only ate one piece of the sandwich, and left the others untouched, including the fruits, which she normally likes. Babysitter told me she came back with some biscuits in the food container, and finished those biscuits while at her house. Sigh! Looks like she prefers her kindy’s biscuits to her “wake-up-early-in-the-morning-and-rush-like-a-mad-woman” lovingly prepared home cooked food.










From Thursday onwards, parents were no longer allowed to be in class with the students. Yiu Yiu came back and told us that she cried in school today. She initially refused to tell us why but during a conversation on singing, she accidentally split the beans. Apparently during the class singing session, she needed to go to the washroom and the assistant teacher duly brought her there. However, when she returned, the singing session had ended. She was so disappointed that she cried – “They didn’t wait for me and finish singing themselves” – were her summary of her short bout of crying.








After eating, again she clung to me and refused to join in the singing session. Towards the end, students from different classes lined up and headed to the common area and I finally managed to coax her to join the choo-choo train queue. Three teachers were on stage and started singing while doing some actions. She finally warmed up and enjoyed herself following the actions and had some fun.


