May for Madness

Dear Aidan,

May began with Jaden's birthday. He had a pool party attended by quite a few familiar faces from the playground like Xe Min and Joaquin. You didn't get to see him or play with him much as he was roaming about. But Joaquin's dad, Uncle Mark who lives on 3rd floor with his family, took pains to play with you and a few other boys. This happened after a bunch of you copied each other and asked for 'swords' and 'guns' from the balloon-shaper guy.

Arghhhhh! I'm going to defeat you...

...But first, quick smile for the camera!

I think this party alone sealed your fascination for guns. With the Max Liquidator experience (Phuket trip) still fresh on your mind, you swung your 'pink sword' vigorously and threw your voice around like a barking army commander. There was a lot of pointing, jumping and posing.

At one point your 'sword' hit a 4 year old girl queueing up to ask for a 'flower bracelet' balloon and she barked at you like an old lady.






Then at night, after dinner at Uncle Khin's house, Dillon brought out all his homemade swords, helmets and shields to start a game of battle of some sort.

Needless to say, you were beside yourself with excitement. After 45 minutes of chasing, pretend-dueling, hiding and screaming, it was time to go home and you were actually sad to go.

Yeah, we are destroyers of the universe. Watch your furniture.

I can just see how the rougher side of play will feature in our home in the next few weeks. Too many great examples to follow at this party! That's why Mama has whipped out the whole hippie 'Love is more powerful than guns' symbol for you to pick up. You know the heart sign you make with your fingers? Anyway, take-up has been a bit slow for this one.

There are times, however, when you're just a sweet little guy searching for a friend to run your Matchbox cars up and down restaurant walls and windows. Or a sweet tooth looking for treats because you've eaten all your vegetables or done the impossibly yucky - like finish your barley water.

While dining alfresco at PS Cafe in Dempsey one Saturday night, you spotted a Norwegian girl with her family inside through the large floor-to-ceiling windows separating our tables. She smiled at you and you smiled back. She was a lot older, mind you. About 12 maybe. Anyway, Mama and Papa encouraged you to play with her. So you and I went inside and asked if she'd like to have one of your cars.

She's so nice huh, Mama?

The next 15 minutes saw you two having fun rolling the cars here and there. At least it looked fun for you as you were giggling a lot. She looked after you too, holding you when you climbed onto the ledge.

The Musketeers are resting before another round of sweat-inducing play!

May also saw Theo and Lana coming over for dinner with their parents. Mama cooked grilled honeyed chicken with broccoli and carrots for you and your friends. And then it was pasta with sage and garlic chicken drumsticks plus  a Japanese salad for the mommies and daddies. Whenever the three of you get together, there's just mayhem. Especially when the tent comes out. Lots of screaming, lots of attention-deficit-order driven toy switching, lots of mess...but lots of fun too!

Wake me up when it's lunch time...

Your sense of humour is developing, too. While strolling around Ikea, you participated in every silly game of pretense Papa and Mama embarked on. You were sporting.

In fact, even at lunch in the cafeteria, you put on a pretty good demonstration of just how tasty your dessert was. You closed your eyes and went "Mmm...mmm...mmm."

Then there was the time when you decided to wear your diaper...like a hat. Clown!

Look, I'm starting a new fashion line here. Show some support!

We're doing alphabets, 2 at a go these nights. There would be alphabet recognition and phonics. You're pretty good now recognising big and small letters and you're grasping their sounds pretty well. So far. I can't for the life of me imagine how to make alphabet learning fun apart from matching them to items lying about the house. For a boy with an ant-filled butt, 20-30 minutes of sitting still seems like torture. Every 2 minutes, you would get up and fiddle with a toy from your toy-box or ask a totally unrelated question or spot something crawling over your toe.

That would be H for hat, yes!

It does get frustrating trying to bring your focus back to the task at hand. But I'm keeping it all in for now. After all, you're only 3.

Books of the month include: Eating the Alphabet, The Giving Tree and The Tiny Seed. The latter is a poignant story about a generous apple tree who watches a young boy grow up from loving and playing with her to becoming an old man with other distractions. A tree who always had something to give even until she is but a stump. Right now, you're not quite aware of the depth of the story but Mama is able to use the story to teach you about giving and taking, about unconditional love.

Q-q-q-...for quince!

Small can be powerful too

Don't forget to love back

Aidanism #217:

Aidan: Mama, Kung-Kung's your father.
Me: Yes.
Aidan: And I'm your son.
Me: That's right.
Aidan: You're my wife.
Me: No-o-o. I'm Papa's wife. But I'm your Mama.
Aidan: Why?
Me: Why what, hon?
Aidan: Why aren't you my wife?

Aidanism #217:

Me: Aidan what does a wife do?
Aidan: (busy playing with toy hammer)
Me: Aidan, if I'm your wife, what would I do?
Aidan: Cook mee-mee for me. Sleep with me...kick mean people out of the house.

Aidanism #219:

Me: Hunny, Mama's friends asked me to ask you: What do husbands do?
Aidan: Husbands don't do anything yet.