31 Months Old

Today, I turned 31 months old. This is me travelling in MRT. For the month that passed, I had been taking MRT more often as Mama takes me out to the library after school quite frequently. Almost every time, I will ask Mama to take a picture of me.

Yes, in the month that passed, I had turned into a boy who wants to have his pictures taken very often. I will say "cheese, cheese" to Mama and if she did not understand what I was trying to say, I will curl my fingers imitating the action of pressing down the camera buttons. This is another picture taken at my request when we were in the cry room in church. I know how to mount the swing and push such that I can enjoy the swinging action. :D

I am really saying a lot more things now. Last month, Mama posted that I love to hold her hand and run with her. This month, I will hold her hand, look her in the eye and say,"To race.." and then we start running if she is willing.

Mama suspects I learnt this from school where my friends might had said something like, "One, two, three, go!" but I had "summarised" it to "two, race..." and off we went.

As we went to library more often, I got to eat Mc Donald's more often too. Mama tries to limit it to once a week as it's not exactly good for me to eat too much fast food. She also orders plain cheeseburger for me from Mc Donald's. This means my burger comes with a slice of cheese and beef patty and nothing else. I had already learnt how to say "Donald's" too. There were at least 2 occasions when Mama was buying something at Mac Donald's and I quickly went to find ourselves a seat.

Here I am, sharing a cheese burger with Mama at Mac Donald's at Caueway Point. See the fries in my mouth? :D

I am also learning to relay messages. The Saturday that passed, we were supposed to go to East Coast beach for cycling again. Mama thought Papa had not yet woken up in the morning and so, she told me to wake Papa up and tell him,"beach, beach". When I went into Papa's room, he was already awake. Mama asked me what I was supposed to tell Papa and I said,"Beach, beach"

Very clever of me, isn't it? :D

And yes, I love going to the beach.

The past week, the sunday school song "With Christ in the Vessel, We Can Smile at the Storm" really made me laugh a lot, especially when Mama leaves out the words "storm" and "home" and do only hand actions for these 2 words.

I am also making Mama my human jukebox. Mama often sings when she carries me in her arms to bring me to school. Sometimes, I will say,"God, good" which means I want Mama to sing God is so good, but barely before she gets to the second line, I will say, "Christ, Christ" which means I want her to sing With Christ in the Vessel. Nai nai said I will enjoy singing when I am older next time.

I am also trying to be more independent and I sometimes like to eat on my own. But I also learnt that I will get Mama really upset when I spill something or create a mess by pushing my food out of the bowl in an attempt to scoop it into my spoon and hence, I do not try often. Now,Mama tries to remember and ask me to feed myself and she tries to be more patient and tolerant to my mistakes. I also tend not to ask to feed myself but I just have to try this self-feeding below.

We were having bak kut teh for dinner at Tiong Bahru and Papa asked for Chinese tea which one is supposed to make on one's own using tea leaves and hot water from a stove provided by the vendor.

My parents decided to let me try drinking from the little cup after I proved to them that I can handle the cup without dropping it. Mama thinks I find it quite fun and here I am, proposing a toast to Papa. Cheers. :D

Not to worry though, it's not Chinese tea that I was drinking. It's just plain water. Mama was not about to have me bounce off the walls from the caffeine in the tea when I was supposed to go to bed later.

This month, I also got to try cycling and it's an enjoyable family activity for all 3 of us.

I still like flavoured drinks but Mama discovered that there are some drinks I do not fancy. She had bought me soya bean milk a few times but I do not take to it. Here's Papa and me drinking from a coconut. Loving huh? Actually, it's more for the purpose of not letting me drink too much cold drinks as I may develop a cough. Scheming huh? Well, I am not too foolish either. See me holding Papa's straw with my right hand? :D

Papa and Mama also discovered and resigned themselves to the idea that I just love to sleep on the floor. Yes, maybe it's because the floor is more cooling to sleep on but I just love to sleep on the floor. When Mama put me to bed at night, she will sleep on my bed while I much prefer to take my pillows, bolsters and blanket and sleep on the floor. I will often lie there to rest and then fall asleep on the ground.

Sometimes, I will wake up in the middle of the night, bring my bolster with me and go into my parents' room. My parents are not sure if it's because I do not want to wake them up or I was just too tired but they had found me sleeping on the floor in their room on at least 2 occasions. Apparently, I had walked in quietly, settled myself on the ground and gone back to sleep.

Ok, that's about all for the moment. Hope it's not too long a read for you. :D