My attempt at auntyhood





I want to talk about aunthood today.
Ok, I like the word "auntyhood" better.
I think people should give more credits to aunties and uncles.
I'm close to my nephew, I feel like I actually parent my nephew, lol.
My second sister probably does better at auntyhood but I ain't sharing my credits because
I live with my nephew and I have to see him everyday and get shit from him everyday.
I was asking my manager about how things are going.
She said "nothing much, most clients are looking for mummy bloggers, you're not a parent."
Excuse me? I'm not a mum but I'm an aunt and I parent, lol.
I can write the best review about pampers because I wear them for my nephew all the time, lol.
I can write review about milk powder because I make him milk at night too.
I'm not in a place where I can give advises but I can probably give you some ideas, haha.
Needless to say that being an aunty gives you the closest experience to being a real mum.
Man, it's hard, having a child is hard.
I love kids, I always love kids.
After having to "parent" my nephew, I'm not as eager as before to have my own kid, lol.
If my future husband wants a kid, we'll have a kid, if he doesn't, well, I've got my nephew, haha.
Wait, that's until I actually find someone to be married.



 My mum used to babysit.
She's a housewife, we never had a boy in our family before my nephew.
I think my mum secretly wants a boy.
Well, mum, I'm here, this is the closest you can get since I act like a boy anyway.
As I mentioned in my previous post.
My parents used to dress me in NY/Nike caps, tees, Timberland sandals.
Lotsa lotsa Nike, Adidas and Reebok sneakers, not to forget the Harley Davidson tees.
Oh ya, Manchester United full set outfit too.
Hold up, I'm SURE my parents wanted a boy, lol.
I looked ugly as shit when I was small, not that I'm pretty now but I've grown to be more feminine.
Everyone had pretty baby pictures, trust me, I have none.
I still give my mum a lot of shit on how she used to dress me.
When I was about 13, we started babysitting a baby boy.
His name is Vincent, my long-time readers will know who he is.
He lived his toddler-life fabulously because we spoiled him like a part of our family.
My mum shops for him and she spends more on him than us, lol.
It's just fate though, he clicks so well with my mum.
He still calls my mum once in a while now, he also comes to stay over during his holidays.
My mum loves him, so much that I'm a little jealous.



After Vincent, we too babysat his brother, Jason.
After Jason, we got a baby girl, Arienne.
3 of them are the sweetest kids in the world.
I love the boys but I gotta say that I spoil Arienne the most.
Just cause she's a baby girl and I always wanted a younger sister but I don't get one.
She's the most well-behaved girl I've ever seen in my life.
She's the sweetest, smartest and she speaks with an accent, lol.
Her parents put a lot of work in educating her, so did my mum.
My mum is not good at English but she tried very hard.


Vincent is the most thoughtful one.
He would text my mum and tell her to drink more water because the weather is bad.
Don't you just go "awwwwwwwww"?
He stays over during the Chinese New Year holiday.
My mum brings him everywhere.
As usual, this year, he collected red packets and he offered to give them all to my mum because
she spent a lot bringing him around/have nice food/shopping.
Double awwwwwwwwww.



Wait, I'm supposed to talk about my nephew right? Lol.
My nephew's name is Waynn. (so fancy, can't it just be Wayne?)
Apparently it's Spanish spelling of Wayne, I was like hola you spanish? como estas?
I cannot understand why parents give their kids fancy names.
To me, names are supposed to be meaningful or... at least traditional.
It's your kid though, I'm in no place to comment about baby names,
I should shut up before getting hate.
Maybe my grandparents should've named me DAPHENEY, fancy.



He's 4, he's one smart ass, I'd say.
People who follow me on my Snapchat would know how I adore him and how smart he is.
I'm so proud of that, he really is very smart for his age.
He started going to kindergarten at 3, maybe he's just faster.
He's smart, that's why he's cheeky and cunning.
Kids nowadays are like that.
They're too smart, they outsmart you sometimes.
I don't know why my mother always gets his hair done like this,
I hate it but my mum is the first in command, I get no say!




Never let them outsmart you.
Use reverse psychology, it always works for me.
Waynn has mountains of toys.
Yes, mountains.
He loves cars, he can name cars on the road from Honda to Ferrari, even Bugatti (well if we see one).
He has about 200 toy cars, yeh, I'm confident, 200 is the number.
From racing cars to rubbish trucks to big trucks to excavators to concrete mixers, LOL.
He never keeps his toys after he plays with them.
It's like a mission impossible to get him to clean up after himself.
The word "magic" always helps.
I've been using the "magic" scheme to get him to do things lately.
I cover my eyes with my hands and I tell him that I'm going to count to a hundred.
When I'm done counting, he has to do "magic" to get the space cleaned up by keeping his toys.
It works, so far, for a week lah, I think he's going to find out soon that I'm just messing with him.
It's fun trying to outsmart each other, I get to exercize my brain.


Teach him using examples and scenarios happen in real life.
The words won't get into their head unless you show them.
You don't just tell them, you show them.
He doesn't take care of his toys.
He has scratches all over his toys, paint coming off, wheels are detached.
I know, everyone tells me to let him be a boy because boys play rough. 
Stop right there, small problem like this will be a part of his character when he grows up.
My mum and I tried so hard to educate him to take care of his belongings.

He loves it when I play with him.
Kids love it, kids love attention, plus he's the only son.
The only boy in the family, that explains how spoiled he is.
We started arranging the toy cars and talking to the toy cars. 
My nephew enjoyed it so much and telling me about every toy car about its colour, its brand++
Then, I told Waynn to look at the conditions of the cars.
I started snapping pictures and I said
"Look, they don't look good on pictures because the paint came off.
You didn't take good care of the toy cars. +++"
Never baby talk them, tell them the real thing.
He nodded and started putting them gently in the box.
The DHL truck though... lol...




Talk about not to baby talk them.
So here is my attempt at talking to Waynn like an adult.
He did something bad and I tried to lecture him.
"Waynn, come over here, 三姨(aunt, me) wants to talk to you."
I squated down to be at the same level and looked him in the eyes.
This is what I read from parenting guide, lol.
Speak to them like an adult, eyes meet eyes at the same level so the kid feels respected.
"Waynn, you got a brain right?"
"No."
Felt like he just shot me down, nevermind, bye.
At least, I tried, lol lol lol.
 It isn't easy, it really isn't, haha!


Sometimes we accidentally spoil him and we don't even know that.
I'm the strict aunt, I'm not soft but I'm not the whoop-ass type because he's not my child, haha.
So, everyone got him toys for Christmas.
I insisted that I won't buy toys for Christmas.
I brought him to the mall, I decided to get him colour pencils.
Like fancy 36/48 colour pencils ( I really wanted them when I was little, lol )
We picked out the colour pencils, then he went to the Tomica section.
He stared at the Tomica model cars, HARD, he stared hard.
I said no, he kept staring.
I ended up buying him one. Just one. It's not too bad but yeh.
Be very careful on this, don't accidentally spoil them.
I always try to stop my parents, his grandparents from buying him toys.





He really is a sweetheart, he melts my heart all the time but at the same time,
he's a manipulative devil that hurts my feelings so much, lol.
I love it when he knocks on the door and asks if he could come in
because he wants to hug me good night.


There is also moment like this.
 He wanted to stay close to me while drinking milk.
So, he carried his blanket to the couch, he put his legs on my lap.
He pretended too fall asleep because he didn't want to brush his teeth, haha.




He said he wants to buy a BMW racing car, particularly a green one.
He will fetch me everywhere.
I uploaded this on Snapchat, I think some of you might have seen it, haha.
Sometimes, I look at him and I hope that when he grows up, he will still love me.
I look at him, I feel like crying sometimes because he's beautiful.
I wonder how will I feel when he goes through his first exam.
How will I feel if he gets detention in school.
How will I feel if he gets into trouble.
How will I feel when he starts driving.
How will I feel when he has a girlfriend.
I look at him and I hope he still loves me after all.
I wonder how will it be, I already have crazy hopes and dreams for him.
Above all that, it's worry. I start worrying for things that are going to come.
I cannot imagine having my own child.
The responsibility is no joke.
It's a child, it's a life, it's a human.




I don't know why I feel like talking about aunthood today.
I think aunties and uncles who are close to their nieces and nephews will understand.
Do share some tips on auntyhood with me.
I'm trying here.
He really is a brat sometimes but I have hopes and dreams for him to grow up well.
I'm proud of him already, I don't know how proud can I get in the future.
 Be good, Waynn.

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