The Singing Baby

I was bathing Junior when he started singing. Although I couldn't quite decipher what he was singing and couldn't figure out the melody, it was definitely an amusing sight. I have a bathroom singing baby. Or maybe he was singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." His teacher said he enjoyed this song in his playgroup today. OK. I must admit what he sang didn't seem anywhere near.

More of The Cousins

Frappy the Frog

We finally decided Junior's active style needs to be reigned in today. So, Frappy came along to help us. We found Frappy at Centrepoint Robinsons just when we thought J was running away too much. This boy doesn't allow us to hold his hand to walk at all. He was going round pulling at the displays in the shopping mall I was so worried some glass ornament would be smashed by him.

"Eat"

J finally knows how to express his desire for food with words. A word, to be precise. Today, he told us he wanted to eat by saying, "eat." What a nice birthday gift my son had for me. Halleluja!

One of the new skills J picked up lately is the skill of feeding himself. The playgroup he attends seems to be teaching him well. This new skill is really useful for J and beneficial for his parents. ;)

My Handsome Boy...

... and my good taste. Junior looks so smart in this attire I can't help but feel proud of myself for being able to buy nice clothes and match them well for J. Hiak hiak.

And he realised he could stand by the side of the car. Show off...

"I eat."

Junior's first sentence. Haha. Short and sweet. This morning, J's playgroup teacher told us he said this, presumably yesterday. Berry commented, "His first sentence." Haha... What a true blue food lover. Even his first sentence has to do with eating.

The Yakking Toddler

Bay has been practising his voice box. Especially today, said his teacher. He has been repeating almost everything he heard in school. I wish I can be there to witness it.

I do realise that my son likes to learn. In fact, he can pick up things we teach him quite instantaneously. I wish I can be home full time to teach and nurture him.

The Boy That Responds

For the past week, Junior has been responding to questions like, "Where is cow cow (his soft toy cow)?" and "Put the pen and bottle back (into the cup holder). We're getting out (of the car)." Wow...

And he seems to be developing some 'neat' sense. He knows where his book is usually kept and he puts it back to the original place after reading it, to prepare to sleep. Cool!

The Reading Mother (or Father in J's Case)

THE READING MOTHER

By Strickland Gillilan

I HAD A MOTHER who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath

I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.

I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Celert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such.

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a Mother who read to me.

Don't Mess Up My House

Haiz... That's what I scream within my mind when I see mess. Deep down, I wish to keep the house clean for J's sake. I'm sure it'd be a healthier environment if I have the time and energy to constantly keep it neat and clean.

But easier said than done. One look at this boy you know he's cheeky and naughty. ;PP

At the Playground

One of the first few times we took Bay to the playground. Still one of those good, old 'games' for little children, I believe. His look says it all.

Mysterious Pasta

The boy has been stuffing mysterious items into the pocket of his school uniform when he started attending this new play group - uncooked pasta, half-cooked pasta, mashed-up pasta, a piece of wipes, and the latest - his learning material in school. I asked his teacher if she knew -- nope, she doesn't. The boy's parents are totally amused. Hiak hiak.

Still A Baby

"Still a baby." That was what Junior's centre supervisor described him today. He refused to sleep till he was wrapped up with the mattress cover. Hur hur hur... What a description. Well, to his parents, (maybe) he'll always be our baby.