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| Eat, Papa! Eat! |
Every one has a different language of love. Looks like yours is service. You look forward to - no, insist on - feeding Papa and Mama these days. Sometimes, you try to take over vacuuming duties. Mopping up spilt gravy and milk on the table is no problemo with you. And hey, what's the big deal with getting Mama's her water bottle for her? This all works out fine for me, honey. Although some days it does get messy when you end up spreading the spill over a wider perimeter than it originally was.
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| I'm busy building homes! |
You're now able to sit down and focus on one toy for longer. Some days you spend 30-45 minutes designing your own train tracks (read: refuse to follow the instruction slip) and taking little toy trains and cars around it. Your block buildings are also getting taller and more abstract (read: refuse to consider stability). And you're invested in the poster colours Mama got you to experiment with them (read: refuse to draw in the traditional sense).
You're also becoming pretty good with a ball, kicking with more precision and power than we thought you had.
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| Let's see wot my hands can make... |
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| I've so many of these things! |
Last weekend, we flew home to KL to visit Grandpa, Grandma, Kung-Kung and Poh-Poh as it was Father's Day weekend. Uncle Brian invited us to his new home in Setia Eco Park for dinner. It's a lovely house with a park and pond nearby. You've always been a bit wary of Uncle Brian because he likes to pinch your cheeks. But on this visit, you allowed him to hold your hand and show you the ducks by the pond. At one point, Fraulein, his dog escaped from her leash and we all had to help catch her. You had fun trying to corner her.
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| Time to kick a ball around, guys |
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| Are we having those for dinner, Uncle Brian? |
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| Hmm, I would have that but I'm stuffed |
Later, Aunty Angeline's parents dropped by the house, and we all had a lovely dinner together.
There was a lot of good food - all cooked by Angeline, her mum, Grandma as well as Angeline's cousin, of course. And there were lots of chatter and laughter, too. You couldn't stop eating papadums and grapes all night.
Mama has started spending short bursts of 10 minutes twice a day to stimulate your brain. It's not about turning you into a genius, but taking advantage of how spongy your brains are at this age. That's why I've decided to - at the very least - expose you to alphabet and number recognition plus word-recall. For example, with the recent trip to the zoo, we're now recalling together words like meerkat, cheetah, zebra, giraffe and rhinoceros. You're having fun mispronouncing rhinoceros, of course, but I don't think they'll mind :)
With all the activities in your life now - from playing football in the field, to swinging around on the climbing frame in the playground, to playschool and weekend visits to the zoo and Botanical Gardens, falling asleep randomly in places outside your bedroom has become a neat trick of yours. Sometimes, you're accompanied by Papa, who has a talent for falling asleep on demand.
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| Aidan: Waterfalls of milk falling into my mouth... Papa: Kylie Minogue singing a lullaby to me... |
This month, you decided that Papaya is not on your friendly fruit list. You liked it for 2 whole weeks when we lived with Kung-Kung and Poh-Poh. Maybe you overdosed on it because once we got to Singapore, you didn't even want to look at it. You've been quite sporting though, giving minimum resistance and putting an effort into eating it when Mama coaxes you to.
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| I'm letting this stuff slide down my throat
Meanwhile, more funny quips have been rolling off your tiny little tongue recently. Here's another gem:
Mama: Aidan, do you play with your friends in school?
Aidan: Yes. Mama: Are you sometimes scared to? It's okay if you are.
Aidan: No...Aidan only scared of the security guard at the playground coz...coz he scold Aidan when Aidan is naughty
There's a book called Here's Tumpty and Goodnight Tiptoe by Polly Dunbar that Mama bought at a book fair for you. You seem to like looking for Tumpty the Elephant who runs off to hide after being made fun of by his friends. I mean, you get such a kick out of finding him before his friends do in the story.
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| Tumpty the favourite elephant of the month |
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| I get it: Mama reads this when I don't feel like sleeping! |
In fact, you like it so much, you've been asking Mama to read it over and over again until it's past your bedtime. The best part? Mama gets duped into doing it, too. I mean, look at how well you sing the Our Father prayer!
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