
Dear all, I am already 20 months old. I am now getting really active. But Aunty Cheyanne and Da Yi Po and many others all said it's better that I am active and healthy and it means I am developing well. See, I am strong. :)

This month, I am able to reach the lift buttons found just outside my flat. Oh, buttons, I just love to press them, especially lift buttons. Mind you, I am not a prankster that presses every button that is found on the panel. Mama has taught me which button to press to bring us from ground floor to 11th storey where we stay and which button to press when we are leaving our apartment.
If you want to know if I prefer taking escalator or a lift, I will show you that I prefer a lift more. Mama found out when she brought me to Yew Tee MRT station where I could choose between the lift and the escalator. I always choose the former, running towards the button panel. :)

Also, I am very much Mama's little helper. Nowadays, when she takes me out, I will be the one to tap the Ez-link stored value fare card when we take a bus or the MRT. When she brings me to 7-11 convenient stores, I am the one who will place the loaf of bread on the counter and pay for it with the note Mama gives me. I would also pay for the grocery at NTUC by passing Papa's link card and Mama's atm card to the cashier aunty.
Mama asked me if I am iron-deficient because whenever I am on a supermarket trolley, I always like to put the trolley key into my mouth despite Papa's discipline and Mama's frequent warning. And I had been hit on the arms every time I do it nowadays. Papa did best when he just had to hit me once and I did not exhibit that behaviour during the entire grocery shopping trip.
I am also saying more words. I can now say Nai Nai and Mama though I still say it pretty generically. But I say Papa with a little more context. There had been a few mornings when the first thing I said when I saw Papa was "Pa".
Also, I enjoy raising my voice. Not to scold anyone or show displeasure but simply fun to be able to talk with increasing volume. I am also very amused when Mama says the word "dirty" or when the words "grossy-gross" are said to me.
This morning, I just surprised Mama by climbing up the chair in front of the computer all by myself. This caused me to be placed in my play pen for a while as Mama was going to preparefor my bath.
Nowadays, I am also trying to test my boundaries.

When Mama gave me a piece of instruction, say, come to Mama, I will deliberately walk further from her. Mama will repeat the instructions 2 more times before her patience runs out. She will then say,"Daniel, come here or I will start counting to 3." If I still refuse to obey her, she starts to count and when she counts to 2, I will walking towards her. I have learnt the hard and painful way that if she has to count to 3, I will be spanked a few strokes with her plastic ruler.
The reason Mama does not use a cane is because she fear she will miss the target and injure me since a cane is quite thin. Hence, she prefers to use a plastic ruler which has a greater surface area. Still, this does not work on me. Sometimes, when I am spanked, I will utter something as if I am complaining. Sometimes, I will shed some crocodile tears. Mama and Papa can tell if I am really hurt by the spanking or I am just pretending to cry.
On a more positive note, Mama can see that I have grown to be wider.

The width of my shoulders have increased and Mama thinks she is fattening me by giving me chicken wings to eat every few days. She is not deliberately giving me chicken wings but since I enjoy it, Mama thinks it's ok to let me eat it more often. Papa is afraid I may choke on the bones and so Mama tried to cut the flesh of the wing to smaller piece but really, she thinks it is more hearty to have me bite the flesh off the bones.
Mama is not sure if I have outgrown the fear of a moving kiddy machine or there was someone next to me that day but she has caught this footage on her handphone.
Ok, that is about all for the month. will update again if there are more developments. see ya..