thomas goes to bed

Scene: 11pm, in the living room, playing with his new train set.

Mama: Jarrett, the train is tired.
J: Thomas is coming! Choo choo...................................... (jumping up and down)
Mama: Thomas is tired and he wants to sleep
J stood quietly and watched the train
Mama: Let the train sleep ok?

After 5 seconds
J: Bye bye thomas. Thomas go sleep (we r still working on the grammer)
he bended down and picked up the train and walked into the bedroom.
He then attempted to put/throw the train onto the bed, but failed.

J: Mama.....Thomas sleep (tugging at my hand)
Mama: Ok......

I took the train from him and put it on the bed. He went over and patted Thomas a few times.

J: Sleep.
and bounced off to the living room.

Awww....heart melted.

Jarrett turns 2 today!

The little one turns 2 today. This morning at the time he was born 2 years ago, he woke up to a burning fever and was force fed his medicine. Pook kid. He's been sick for the past few days. We made plans for a celebration in school, and dinner with family but all these will have to wait.

till then.......

After a week of holiday

This morning, in the car, on the way to school.

Mama: Is Jarrett happy?
J: No. Jarrett Sad.
Mama: Why is Jarrett sad?
J: I don't want to go school.
Mama: But school is fun!
J: Go Bali!

Followed by sobs at the school gate again....

2 boys and a bird

MRT & kiwi fruit

Scene: Jarrett crying and fussing for around 15mins in the bedroom right before bedtime. Papa was trying hard to calm him down with distraction, with the usual things like books, songs. Nothing works until he mentioned MRT.

Jarrett: See MRT!
Papa: But MRT is sleeping. Jarrett needs to go sleep too. When you wake up in the morning, the MRT will have waken up and you can see the MRT then.
Mama: Do you want kiwi fruit?
Jarrett: YES!
Mama: Ok, mama give you kiwi fruit for breakfast ok?
Jarrett: eat kiwi fruit. eat kiwi fruit.
Mama & Papa: Yes, you get to eat kiwi at breakfast.
Jarrett: MRT sleeping!
Papa: Yes. so you go to sleep. When you wake up, you get to see MRT and eat kiwi fruit.
Jarrett: ok.

He then flopped down on bed, face down and promptly let out a few fake snores, and after a few seconds.....

Jarrett: Good Morning! MRT not sleeping. Eat kiwi fruit! Eat breakfast! Yeah!!!!

LOL.

ARGH...............................why is parenthood so tough

It's almost the end of Nov and we now have to make a final decision on where to send Jarrett. Does he remain in his current childcare or does he go to Glory Kindi?

We have dragged making this decision for months.
I enrolled J in Glory Kindi early March this year, being the first to apply (VERY KS), thinking I best get a slot for J in my desired kindi ASAP. But then, we started thinking, maybe a child care is better, especially after the grandma raised the white flag and claimed defeat, saying she could no longer handle J.
We could have opted to employ a domestic help and let J stay with grandma till he turns 2 and start Glory Kindi in Jan 10, but then we could see the little one was bored at home and we hate the idea of having our privacy invaded. So we started searching for a child care ctr. Turned out Singapore mummies start chopping places in child care even before babies are born! So the top 2 ctrs we wanted turned out to be full. Heck, even the waiting list is full. Now dun get me started on how long is the waiting list at Nanyang Kindi, it's crazy. It's a crazy world!

So anyway, we finally found a place we like. J started school in Sep and managed to settle down after a few weeks. He seems to like his teacher a lot and been learning lots of new things each week. He sometimes surprises me with new skills or new words. Just yesterday morning when he saw my coffee, he went "Oh mummy coffee!" and made the drinking action. We said "No...no coffee for Jarrett". He pouted and said "Oh....poor Jarrett!"
And this morning, when Wx said "Jarrett, repeat after me. Say... I... am... a..... smart.... boy...".
Jarrett simply said "I'm a smart boy" and it sounded like it came with a smirk (hey! shortcut!)
I'm not saying he's a genius, but he's less than 2 and I am impressed with what he can say sometimes.

When J first started child care, I was still very adamant about him going to Glory. It's a good school with great reputation and most importantly to me, being part of the church, imparts Christian teaching to the children. I love that! I know I am not the most pious person around, so sending J to a Christian school will help greatly in introducing him to the faith. The plan was to use the child care as a temp. solution and transfer J to Glory a few months later. That was the initial plan.

So now, here's the cause of my headaches and Wx's as well:
1) Since J has settled down in Cambridge, we are reluctant to send him to somewhere new and get him to cry every morning for the next few weeks again. It's very heartbreaking and stressful.

2) I LOVE GLORY

3) BUT Cambridge seems to be doing a great job with J. He has been learning lots of new things, has his group of friends and loves his teacher.

4) The teacher to student ratio at the childcare is small, currently it's 2 teachers to 3 kids. It will prob grow to abt 1 teacher 5 kids next year when he moves up to N1.
In Glory, it's 2 teachers to 12 kids.
So in other words, J gets more attention in Cambridge now. But then may not be so next year when he goes to N1, but still a smaller ratio than Glory.

5) Cambridge is full day, with no long sch term breaks. Glory operates just like a normal school and has 2 long breaks per year. ie..no one to entertain J at home during the holidays. Even with a maid to help, the grandparents still can't provide much stimulation. J will definitly be well taken care of, but they are very old school and wun bother with activities to let J explore and learn. I know he's only 2 but he does get bored at home.

6) While I have warm up to the idea of having a domestic helper (dying here), Wx is still very reluctant to have someone else at home.

That's all I can remember now, but I am sure there's more...

So I'm off to kill myself trying to make a decison which I think will be best for Jarrett. Please dun call me, I'll be hard on my kneels, praying for a sign. Will it be a G (Glory) or a C (Cambridge)? Please God, heed my prayers....

First attempt - pics for his passport

scary face. we had to ask him to tone down.

the blur look. had to keep asking him "close your mouth Jarrett!"

turning cheeky

getting a little irritated.

and we call it a wrap. bed time for the little one.

A date with Pooh at the supermart

Why I can't afford to have no. 2

J's first grammatically correct sentence:

"I WANT RICE!"

It's just too expensive to feed these Ngs.

2 weeks into school

The poor boy has fallen sick. We have no idea if he got it from his new friend (there's this other boy who's been missing school) or his papa, who got sick just a few days before him. Anyway, he's been sick for a week, missed 4 days of school. Poor little thing, lost some weight despite his increasing appetite.

Anyway, it's a merry go round, it's now my turn to fall sick. If this means losing a bit of weight, I have no complaints. Ha...

very nice....

Sister rushing into my cubicle.

Sis: Eh..u know ur bro in law's friend? That very eligible guy, with a fortune?
Me: Yeah...the one who has all the girls drooling over him?
Sis: Ya that one! U know the other day he asked your bro in law if I (as in my sis) have a sister..one who is available and as capable!
Me: (perking up) Really? Then what did he say?
Sis: U wun believe it.
Me: (even more perked up) What?
Sis: hahahaha...a norm response wld be that you are married rite?
Me: Yes...(dreading the answer)
Sis: He said....
Me: WHAT?
Sis: Wow...she's a fierce one. U dun wanna meddle with her.

THANK YOU BROTHER DEAR, I LOVE U TOO!

Pictures of J!

First day of school, in his new uniform.
Having fun painting with his new friend.
Chinese lesson. The teacher trying hard to get his attention.
Party on the 3rd day.

The boy's in school.

J officially started school, or rather child care last week. After months of searching, shortlisting and so on, we finally decided on a school for him. We went on the trial, like what we saw and J seem to like it. Asked if he will like to go to school and he said "Yesh!".

The first 2 days, he went on half days, as advised by the principal. So it was all really fun, mixing with the children, playing with all the new toys, blah blah blah. I was with him, so he felt really secure and confident enough to explore by himself while I sat in a corner with a mag. The real test came when he started on a full day by himself. The first day was easy, cos he didn't expect me to sneak off, so all was well, with the occasionally "Mama, Papa", a few sobs which was easily smoothed with hugs and kisses from the teacher. On the 2nd day, again, not much problem. He went in and mingled with the other kids, who seem to like him, and it helps that there are a few older kids who like him enough to look out for him.
There's this cute little boy who asked me "What is his name (pointing to J, and then proceeded to squeeze next to us in the tiny bathroom)?" "Jarrett." "Oww.....I like him, he's so cute!" Ah..this boy, won so many brownie points with me. Hahahaa...
So anyway, when I picked him up early on the 2nd day, thinking not to stress him out so much, the little one was crying and hugging his teddy at the door. Aiyoh..my heart broke.

On the 3rd morning, while putting on his uniform, he told me "Go Ah Ma! Ah Ma! Ah Ma!" He apparently wanted to go grandma house instead of school. Needless to say, there was much crying at the school gate. I swear my heart broke into a thousand pieces when he tried to reached out to me, crying when the teacher tried to carry him away to class.

Today, which is the 4th day by himself, still a struggle. Poor boy...I hope he gets used to the routine soon.

Pictures later, busy with work...

Something's wrong with my blogger, can't post pics. How?

Do u love........?

Papa: Jarrett........(kiss kiss kiss kiss) do you love mama or papa more?
Jarrett: Mama (loudly)!
Not giving up
Papa: Jarrett...........do you love Papa?
Jarrett: Syesh!
Mama: Do you love Mama?
Jarrett: Yesh!
Papa: Then do you love Mama or Papa more?
Jarrett: Mama!

Papa getting a little irritated
Papa: ok...do you love Papa or Mama more (notice the change in sequence?)
Jarrett very smart!
Jarrett: Mama!
Mama: Hahahahahaa

Man....motherhood...sweet

We heard the Indian Ocean calling us...and we simply had to go

We left J with the in laws last week and spent the time in the Indian Ocean to recharge our batteries. We didn't plan on the trip so soon after just going in Dec but the last trip left us so dissatisfied that we just had to do a make up trip. Blisss....this trip is worth every single cent.

We wanted to bring J with us initially, u noe..let him have some fun in the sun, play with some sand, catch some insects and drive us insane chasing after him, but then the H1N1 sort of got worse, and the grandparents started getting paranoid and said the little one should avoid air travel. We fought with the guilt and finally agreed that it was best to leave him at home. The last couple of months had been quite stressful and demanding, both Wx & I were exhausted. I was tried of everything, and dragging myself out of bed was a pain some mornings. We also found out about Angsana's new InOcean Villas and just had to be one of the first to try it. Children below 12 are not allowed, so J just had to stay home while papa and mama get some couple time, and rest. Have to work on the romance especially after becoming parents right?

The month before the holiday, I was looking forward to leaving everything behind. I wanted to sleep late, enjoy my meal at a snail pace, read, swim, nap, take long..........showers, soak in the tub...everything I can't do much back home. But the week before we were to leave, the guilt started to set in, eating me slowly and painfully each day, and escalating to a point where I really felt like the worst mother when we were at the departure gate.
J sensed something was wrong even before we said our byes, he started clinging on and refused to let go. When grandma grabbed him and made him said bye, he screamed and brawled like we had done the worst thing to him, which in his eyes, probably was, to leave him behind. It was just a week away, but I just couldn't help the few tears I shed for the pain I caused my child. Darn......I’m sounding like some melancholy idiot. The guards probably thought so, cos I heard a few chuckles.
I don't know why, it was never so tough when I traveled, even when I made the 2 weeks trip last year. Maybe it was because J didn't really make a fuss when he was younger, so not much guilt.

The first day away was the toughest, we made calls back to check on him and made all sorts of silly talk with him. That day, we stayed at the beach villa, with our very own jet pool. Towards the end of the day, the guilt started to fade...and guess what, once we shifted over to the InOcean Villa, the guilt had slowly faded...to a very manageable level. By the 3rd day, I was just feeling a little sad how fast holidays always seem to end. LOL...

Pics of the holiday coming up

Return to reality

All it took was one day with J to completely exhaust all my renewed energy from a one week break. How powerful is this kid huh...

This is why we don't need a domestic helper

Cos Jarrett works hard for his milk.

Weekend get away

We spent last weekend at the very classy St Regis, celebrating the Mr's birthday and also to let J have some fun where I don't have to worry too much about cleaning up...hahaha..

J having fun playing in the pool

my 2 boys

He had lots of fun with these sliding doors which gave me some time to enjoy my fancy coffee served by the bulter no less, and the Sunday papers. Nice..........

Grandma wanna be

After a bout of sickness, I've pretty much lost my appetite for most things. So when the grandma asked if I would like my usual cup of herbal tea and I replied "Dun want. So sick of that". She gave a very hopeful look and asked "You pregnanat ah?"
Faint!

How?

I've been tasked with a really difficult task. How do I write a self intro? I suck big time at this and dread coming up with something really corny. Can someone help pls!

Chill..

Instead of howling at J every 5 mins with a "NO!", we decided to let the little kid had some creative play without anyone hovering around. We left him alone in his high chair in the dining area, with a bowl of apples and a mug of water. Actually, we didn't plan this, we just wanted to have 20 mins in front of the TV and veg. And also, we got tired asking J to "feed Mama, feed papa" when he obviously wasn't in the mood to share his food. So we pretended to be pissed off and walked away.

We checked on him from seconds to seconds, to make sure he didn't fall off the chair or stab himself with the fork, but what totally amused us was how much fun he had. We thought he would be upset being left alone but not at all.

Since he was hogging his apple with so much fervour, he of cos started off with feeding himself. He would occasionally turned to face himself in the mirror and beamed with so much pleasure and turned back to eating more apples. And then he decided maybe eating apples just wasn't as much fun as making apple juice, so he turned his mug upside down and "washed" his hands before he proceeded to make himself some freshly squeezed apple juice. Very nice....he pinched the apples with so much might, I fear it would leave marks on his tiny fingers. He was very careful too, making sure the apple juices fell straight into his little bowl. But I gathered he wasn't too thirsty and wanted to perk up for the next day, cos he started giving himself an apple facial. He smeared his face with 2 little hands full of apple juice and made sure they reached his neck too. Very through indeed...

This went on for another 10mins or so. By then he had enough fun and was ready to terrorise us with his apple flavoured self. Didn't cost us anything, but it got us some 20 mins of bliss and so much fun for him. We should do this more often.

my cuddly little bear

J never has an issue with sleeping by himself since birth. In fact, he didn't like us to cuddle him much right before sleeping. He preferred rolling around by himself in his cot, hugging his bolster and companion, Kaka, before falling asleep. When we tried to get him to sleep with us in the big bed, he would make a big fuss until we put him back into his little haven.

4 weeks again, he went thru a sudden transformation. Instead of the usual practise which was milk, kisses from mama & papa, and then to his little bed, he clung onto to me like a koala bear and refused to let go. So that night, he slept on me. He first slept right on top, with his face tuck under my chin, when I tried to move him, he still clung on and shifted to my tummy (very soft and nice?), and finally when I tried to shift him back to his bed, he stuck his face right to mine, with his butt high up in the air. Since then, every single nite (unless he falls asleep in the car first), he has been sleeping in our big bed, either with papa or mama. Sometimes he'll get to sleep with us thru the nite, but most times we'll shift him back to his cot right after he goes into deep sleep.

To be honest, I don't mind this change. I know....i noe..there are probably some horrified looks on some of your faces now, thinking I am crazy to let J grow into this habit, and how we should be cultivating independence at this stage and what about personal space and all. Seriously, how long do you get to hug and hold your kids to sleep? You don't need to do any maths to know it's only a few short years, if not months. How long do they stay such trusting little babies? Too short I say. Already J is showing signs of wanting to do things by himself, like "wearing" his own shoes, taking off his clothes, refusing to hold our hands when he wants to run....my little boy is growing up. Soon he'll reach the stage where kisses from mama is so not cool and I'll be left thinking about the little bear who slept on my tummy and clung on to dear life when I tried to shift him away. So is it wrong of me to love sleeping with him? Nah...I don't think so. It's something I quite look forward to at the end of a work day =)

Day 11 - End of breastfeeding

After 11 days of pain and gallons of chives tea, I think I am almost there, the end of my breastfeeding days. It has been more than 24 hours since my last pump! A major feat for someone who used to turn into a grouchy monster after a 4 hours lapse.
Woohoo to no more engorgement, whoohoo...to more freedom, whooohoo.....to no more lugging pumps and milk bottles everywhere I go, bye bye to ugly nursing bras!!!

Happy Father's Day

J got Mama as his "assistant" and made Papa a father's day card! Both grandpas got their cards too.

24th June

J & I had the whole of Wed to ourselves. Grandma & Grandpa were away on a holiday, so I decided to have some quality time with J. To ensure Papa was not left out, we took some pictures to document the day.

Fresh out of bed.

Feeding himself breakfast.

and sharing it with his favourite bear.

Playing with my pots and pans when I was doing the dishes. He "made" a pot of soup (stiring and blowing) and "served" me some too.

Coffee (my empty mug of cos) after dinner.

Weaning of BM - Day 4

I am an easily replaceable cow. J has been successfully weaned off BM since day 1. Ever since Grandma succeeded on Wed, the little one has not much issue with the change of milk. Darn...i didn't know I am so replaceable, feeling abit wounded, esp when Wx said so....hahaha..but of cos I am so glad we have it so easy with J. I have heard of so many horror stories about weaning that has indirectly made me hesitant in stopping breastfeeding.

So anyway, J's not the one walking around with a sulking face that there's no more milk milk from Mama. Rather, I am the one suffering from withdrawal symptoms. This cold turkey method is really tough, from latching on twice a day to zero within one day, it has made me feel alittle lost. Like I didn't know what to do with the existing milk supply, and then of cos my desire to feed him ONE LAST TIME.

When I first decided on weaning J, I wasn't thinking of the cold turkey way. I was thinking mixing a little here and there until the supply dries up. But Wx and my MIL want it the hard way and insist if I really want to stop, it has to be here and now. So I've been mopping around, grouchy too cos of engorgement. It's like bringing 2 stones with you wherever you go. Argh............................................................and u know what? Now that i have the freedom to drink coffee as much as I want, the urge is simply not there. Sigh........

Weaning off BM - Day 1 Part 2

9pm: Fuss a little when I tried to give him the bottle. Wx took over, gave J a story book and the little fellow settled down and finished every single drop.

Weaning off BM - Day 1

J officially turns 18 mths yesterday. I'm proud to say he has been totally breastfed all these time, not a single drop of formula milk (unless the nurses cheated and gave him some when he was in the hospital). It has been a long journey, taxing, frustrating at times, esp the beginning and very demanding, especially when I was travelling, but it has been truly fruitful. Aside from the health benefits and nutritious value, it has helped me bond with my little one. It means a lot to me, since I don't get to spend alot of time with him, being a FTWM.
But I can't breastfeed him forever, and I have been thinking when to stop for the longest time.
My initial target was to BF for 6mths. 6mths came and I was like "hmm...maybe another 6mths" So another 6mths came, and I was like "Ah...maybe another 6mth". At the rate I was going, it will be never ending, but i don't want to gross out people when I said "Oh J's still on BM when he's like 10 right" so I decided 18 mths it will be. 18mths of goodness, I think it's enough. We are planning to enrol J in a playschool soon, so it will be good to get him comfortable with formula milk/fresh milk before he starts and also with our holiday coming up, I think it's now or never. I want to travel without lugging pumps and milk bottles for a change, drink coffee as much as I want, at any time of day and drink my wine without timing myself.

So this morning, I took out the tin of formula milk I bought, I was a bit clueless since the last time I prepared milk was say...15 years ago for my niece and I probably did that only twice. But honestly, i think it was mainly the reluctance to stop breastfeeding which made me paused and hesitated in reaching for the bottle. It has after all been 18 months, for all my whining about no coffee, no freedom, I am very attached to this breastfeeding biz. It has already become a large part of my life. So u may be thinking, why stop? Continue till he's 2 then, well, pls read above..it will be never ending and if we really want to have a no. 2. I really will like to have some time to rest before we embark of Project No. 2. BUT.........don't get too excited yet, this doesn't mean we are in stage 1 of Project No. 2, the management is still in discussion.

So anyway, J's progess on weaning off BM:

Morning: Failed. Took 1 sip and started showing me his "preference" ie. brawling like mad, hitting me in the chest.. Gave up and BF him in the end.
Decided I will pass this "chore" to my MIL instead. Maybe without the cow (ahem, me) around, he'll be less selective.

4pm: Drank all! Yay!!!

9pm: We'll see how I fare tonight.

A day at the beach...not...

J had a date with Kayden last Sat to play at the beach. Armed with spades, buckets and even a watering can, both kiddos were ready to spend some serious time building sandcastles with the daddies but......5mins (or was it less) into the play, thunders, lightnings and strong winds had all of us running back to the car. Sigh....it has always been like this. Whenever we plan some outdoor activities with J, something is bound to happen to thwart our plans. So with the rain, we went to T3 for dinner instead. Lots of space for the kids to run around. It only hit me that it was not the most ideal place to go after we got there, what with the HINI thing going on.

Anyway, here r some pics, which i stole from Kayden's daddy. Forgot to bring my own camera...more pics of the kids can be seen on Mervyn's blog

Learning my ABC

J's picking up alphabets these days.
It sort of slipped our mind to teach him ABCs until a few short weeks ago...I have no idea why, but I think it's mainly because he was on the GD method. GD advocates not to teach abc and numbers until dunno when...I just can't remember which means it's rather obvious we have stopped practising the GD way with J.
Anyway, unlike most kids, J didn't start with A for apple, B for boy....his 1st alpha is F.
He'll go "F ah!" and he does this everywhere he goes in his totally loud voice. It's rather cute, truth be told, but it can get embarrassing at times cos .........when he gets excited he goes "F ah!", when he's happy he goes "F ah!", when he sees mummy/daddy coming he also goes "F ah!", basically his Fs are everywhere....if your mind's pure and totally intainted, you may not catch the joke. So funny or not? ;-)

The other woman in my life.

I love my mum lots but this year, I've decided to give tribute to my mother in law who has welcome me into her home with open arms way before Wx & I got married.

My MIL is a very simple woman who ask not much from life or the people around her. She derives her joy from the little things in life like making sure her family's well fed and taken care of and her weekly mahjong sessions. She doesn't expects anything from us, but has so much to give.

My relationship with her is truly blessed. There's no love hate drama and we have gotten along very well since day 1. I honestly think it's because of her patience and easy going nature which makes it so. I know I am not the most easy person to get along with, what with my obsessive compulsive disorder (hahaha). Of course we have our differences and at times "fight" for what we each think is right for J, but she basically really respects my wishes as a mother to J. For that, I am really grateful. After all, she is the one who has brought up 3 boys while I am all new to this mothering business next to her.

Being a working mother, it is really important for me to know that my baby's safe with someone who love and care for him. It gives me a peace of mind and allows me to concentrate well on my job when I am away from J, esp. when I need to travel. I count myself darn lucky to have my in laws help and not have to resort to other help such as infant care, maid etc. I am one who never believe that grandparents should naturally be the caregiver when the little ones come along (that is if the mother is not a SAHM), instead, it is a blessing when the elders want to take on the job. Every parents already paid their dues when their own little ones arrived in their lives. Imagine having to take care of us brats for close to 2 decades and when they finally can retire and enjoy their golden years, they are expected to take on another round of baby chasing? Mind you, some kids never grow up. Heard of the Italian boys who will always be mummy's' boys. Now imagine, having to take care of ur kids forever, and then their kids forever. It may be fulfilling but I am sure there are some parents who want something else from their lives and I see nothing wrong with that. Of cos it's fun for grandparents to be with their grandchildren but it sure sounds tiring and I am sure there are some who dream of travelling in their retirement, enjoying a cuppa with their friends as and when they like, etc..I'm sure you get the picture . And because of my beliefs, I am really grateful and appreciative of my MIL. She's so patient with J, so patient that she puts me to shame, really. And nobody watches over J as well as her, she's with him every single step.

She's not one to openly express her affection, except with J whom she grabs and shower with kisses so I have never told her how I feel. Frankly speaking, I have no idea how. It's not like I can goof around my mum, gives her a hug now and then and make her blush when i plant a kiss on her cheeks. This mummy is more conservative, and not easy to shower with gifts since she lacks nothing and wants nothing. So this year, for mother's day, I want the world to know how great a mother she is. Happy Mother's Day Mummy!

Birthday brunch at The White Rabbit - pictures intensive.

Instead of doing the usual, which is dinner, we decided to have brunch instead for my birthday. We figured out it would be easier for J cos of his bed time and also we didn't want couples out for a romantic time to throw us dirty looks when J starts "sharing" his excitement, ie. screams & yells. So we headed to The White Rabbit, a beautifully restored chapel in Dempsey to chill the Sunday afternoon away.the much talked about Mac & Cheese on the left and Benedict Eggs on the right. Both were yummylicios. No complaints about the food, it was really quite good but the service needs to be improved. There was this rotund waiter, who couldn't wait to snatch the menu from our hands, even though it was very obvious we were not done with it yet. tsk tsk..

this is a recent problem we have with J. He has started staring....in a pretty hostile way. Wx confessed one day that it could have been him who got J on this bad habit. There are times when J misbehaves, Wx will glare/stare at J, so he figured out that was where/how J picked it up and you know what's the funny thing. J has exactly the same look as his dad when he does this. No kidding.

and the little one has gotten more animated. see what he did when we asked him to pose for the camera.

and the little sweetie giving mummy a bouquet of flowers..

he was very careful with the flowers, watchful of his every little steps, lest he fell and crushed the flowers

getting a bit tired........

back home for the cake cutting in the evening...

look what fun he had with the cream

yummy yummy!

tada...J's creation.