The More I Sing

The more I sing
The more you can’t sleep

The more I sing
The more you can’t sleep

The more I sing
The more you sing

The more you sing
The more you can’t sleep

The more you teach me how to sing
The more you sing

The more you sing
The more I sing

Sing! Sing. Sing! Sing.

Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 November 2016

Upon returning home from my son’s graduation, I give him shower and pet him to take nap. So I read to him. Then he requests me to sing him to sleep. Although he knows I sing out of tune, he guides me how to sing. Thus the above song is birthed out and sing to him with my own melody. Finally, I ask my husband to sing to him. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Piling Foam Stage

Piling foam numbering pads
He climbs onto it
Treating it as the stage
Melodious songs come out of his tongue
Changing the lyrics of the songs
Making fun of the songs
Bring laughter in everyone’s hearts
Followed by many clapping

Bowing of thankfulness
At the end of his
Singing performance
Standing on the
Piling foam numbering pads
Then step down

Inspiration On: Thursday, 3 October 2013 at 10:30pm

After my 39 months son brushed his teeth, he exploded to singing using the piling foam numbering pads as his stage. My parents and I enjoyed his good singing voice.

蜘蛛 Spider

Spider crawls onto my head
Spider crawls onto my body
Spider crawls onto my hand
Spider crawls onto my palm
Spider grins to me
Spiders waves hi to me . . .On my palm,
Spider hops
Spider sways
Spider dances
Spider sings.
Later on,
Spider lays his body on my palm
Spider waves goodnight
Spider goes to sleep with blanket.

Inspiration On: Wednesday, 19 December 2012 at 7:15pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 25 December 2012 at 3:04am

The two spiders with a long rounded body insect stuck outside my window. Yesterday and today, they still stopped on the same spot. At first, I thought they were inside my window and were alive. Upon touching it, it was confirmed my assumption was wrong. Then I abruptly closed my window to prevent them from entering my house and bite my toddler. Today, I thought those insects had died so I called my helper bringing my toddler to observe and learn new vocabulary. Afterward, she confirmed those insects were alive. They moved when they were caught with tissue.

My toddler spoke to his dad about his imagination, “蜘蛛走在我头上,蜘蛛走在我手上。” It sounded very poetic to me and my imaginations began to run wild.