the boy is learning how to speak. although, hes not saying any words. just making sounds with intonations and inflections similar to adults talking. its kinda funny cos hes actually only really really really familiar with 2 words i.e. mama & dada. so, he’ll make these sing-song kinda sounds as if hes really talking and inserts the mama & dada liberally. e.g. "wooahhh wooahh mama de dadada!!" or "wah wah wah dada de mamama!!"
his comprehension is more sophisticated now & he can understand when we tell him things. like make a fist (so mummy can slid the watch over it). or put your arms up (so i can pull your t-shirt off). he can apparently also ask for things himself. this is according to my mom lah –he’ll give a little squeak to get your attention & then point to his mouth indicating that he wants his doggone pacifier. He can say more words like “hi”, “bye”, “wowow” which means dog. hes quite the mischievous little fella too and will try to pit me against his father. i’ll ask him to say “mama” & he’ll say “dada” instead –all the time with a cheeky smile as if he knows that it would annoy me.
his comprehension is more sophisticated now & he can understand when we tell him things. like make a fist (so mummy can slid the watch over it). or put your arms up (so i can pull your t-shirt off). he can apparently also ask for things himself. this is according to my mom lah –he’ll give a little squeak to get your attention & then point to his mouth indicating that he wants his doggone pacifier. He can say more words like “hi”, “bye”, “wowow” which means dog. hes quite the mischievous little fella too and will try to pit me against his father. i’ll ask him to say “mama” & he’ll say “dada” instead –all the time with a cheeky smile as if he knows that it would annoy me.
well, it does a little bit. but then comes bedtime & he’ll come looking for me. although there’s a tad bit of envy, i do so love seeing how excited he gets when he sees his dada. suddenly theres this big smile & the jumping & dancing begins. dadadaaaa!
his father is his best friend like that. even when i take him into bed with us when he gets up in the wee hours of the morning, he’ll roll over to his dada. methinks its because dada is hairy-er than mama & provide more fuzzy comfort. but alls well. sometimes he’ll walk about the living room & suddenly launches himself into my arms for a hug or comes & gives my knee a hug or puts his head on my lap in a manja manner while looking at his father’s reaction from the corner of his eye.
now that hes better at walking on his own, he tries to multi-task by carrying a toy & walking at the same time. so funny to see cos he’s still learning how to balance himself & yet there he is carrying something heavy (for his age). so basically he walks a little senget. hihihi.
i’m trying to get him to eat different things like yogurt or cheese or baby biscuits (which can be a bit masam-ish) or to drink some vitagen. but he doesn’t seem to quite like them. its because my mom only gives him bland food i guess. growing up, it wasn’t common for us to have yogurt or cheese at home. i’m not forcing these new things on him because i’m kiasu. i just want him not to be too pampered with getting only what hes used to or likes. i want him to learn to eat whatever is available. of course i realize hes still young, so i am taking it slowly. he does take things when he sees us eating it. even if its something different to what he usually has. if i have yogurt & feed him from my cup, hes fine. but if he sees that its just for him, he gets a bit suspicious.
i’ve also just started him on scotts emulsion cod liver oil in orange. because i don’t want him to drool it all over his baju, i use a syringe. & of course that’s always viewed with much suspicion mah. hopefully, he’ll learn to like it. kids these days don’t know how lucky they are. i remember having the scotts emulsion in the original flavour. oh yuck. how i would gag every single time.
etha*ns had his first punishment. a 5-minute time-out for throwing his toys indiscriminately. we put him in his high-chair and made him face a corner & ignored him for 5 minutes. although i was always watching over him. so i was able to see the whining & the gestures to try to get me to pay him some attention. when the 5 minutes was up & the safety harness came off, he was scrambling up my arms in a jiffy. did it stop him from throwing things? nope. hehehe… more time-outs before that will happen. as usual, when we mentioned our discipline session, grandma said: poor thing, still so young.
ho-humm…
his father is his best friend like that. even when i take him into bed with us when he gets up in the wee hours of the morning, he’ll roll over to his dada. methinks its because dada is hairy-er than mama & provide more fuzzy comfort. but alls well. sometimes he’ll walk about the living room & suddenly launches himself into my arms for a hug or comes & gives my knee a hug or puts his head on my lap in a manja manner while looking at his father’s reaction from the corner of his eye.
now that hes better at walking on his own, he tries to multi-task by carrying a toy & walking at the same time. so funny to see cos he’s still learning how to balance himself & yet there he is carrying something heavy (for his age). so basically he walks a little senget. hihihi.
i’m trying to get him to eat different things like yogurt or cheese or baby biscuits (which can be a bit masam-ish) or to drink some vitagen. but he doesn’t seem to quite like them. its because my mom only gives him bland food i guess. growing up, it wasn’t common for us to have yogurt or cheese at home. i’m not forcing these new things on him because i’m kiasu. i just want him not to be too pampered with getting only what hes used to or likes. i want him to learn to eat whatever is available. of course i realize hes still young, so i am taking it slowly. he does take things when he sees us eating it. even if its something different to what he usually has. if i have yogurt & feed him from my cup, hes fine. but if he sees that its just for him, he gets a bit suspicious.
i’ve also just started him on scotts emulsion cod liver oil in orange. because i don’t want him to drool it all over his baju, i use a syringe. & of course that’s always viewed with much suspicion mah. hopefully, he’ll learn to like it. kids these days don’t know how lucky they are. i remember having the scotts emulsion in the original flavour. oh yuck. how i would gag every single time.
etha*ns had his first punishment. a 5-minute time-out for throwing his toys indiscriminately. we put him in his high-chair and made him face a corner & ignored him for 5 minutes. although i was always watching over him. so i was able to see the whining & the gestures to try to get me to pay him some attention. when the 5 minutes was up & the safety harness came off, he was scrambling up my arms in a jiffy. did it stop him from throwing things? nope. hehehe… more time-outs before that will happen. as usual, when we mentioned our discipline session, grandma said: poor thing, still so young.
ho-humm…
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