Gabe is now two half and about to turn three in a couple of months. Staying home with him, there are so many moments that are sometimes precious, but most times routine. Yet it is the routine, mundane and often carried out in drudgery, that I miss most when I look back in review of the journey.
Gabe was a great baby to take care of, and from a very young age, was able to respond to and obey instructions. He was compliant, obedient, able to sit in the pram for extended periods, not fussy, ate almost anything, active enough for a boy yet quiet enough in comparison to his hyperactive male counterparts. Gabe at two half to three is no longer that baby Gabe. He challenges all boundaries, pushing the parents to the limits of their patience and tempers, not to mention their capabilities on the decibel scale. (But I have to admit, in the same breath, he makes me laugh out loud with the things he says, all in the innocence of a little boy exploring the world.)
But humans are queer creatures. When I browsed through the photos taken in the last six months, the mother in me just feels that my little boy is all grown up and I actually miss that getting-harder-to-manage Gabe. And it just reminds me that staying home with him, watching him grow and just being able to spend that quantity time with him is a tough but satisfying decision.
Here are some snippets of what Gabe was up to in the last six months.

"Cooked" a meal for his furry buds. All dining and furry arrangements done by Gabe.

Fooling around with Mummy.

The indispensable barrier.

The usual night-walks. Gabe goes the distance with us on foot, while Rou gets a ride on her Combi. When Gabe reaches breaking point, he'll take a break on the pram and Rou will transfer into Papa's arms. When he was a little younger and tired easily, we would give him landmarks to work towards e.g. the bus stop ahead, or the traffic light, before he gets to go into the pram.

Stacking his cup and plate after his meal.

Enjoying Dutch Vla, courtesy of yee yee and the Smits.

BFF

Arranging the books after "reading" them. He gets horrifically upset when the sister comes and disrupts his arrangements.

Greatly tickled by Golden in his underwear.

Enjoying a drink with his furry friends.

He's been weaned off his finger sucking, but when he realises I'm not around, will still sneak them into his mouth. These are "fresh" out of the mouth after he drifted into deep sleep.

Not content to use only his hands, the boy has added the "kick drum" into the fanatic routine. Every night, he'll kick to the beat of the bedtime songs we sing.

We used to let Gabe take his last milk drink on our day bed but he spilled so many times (and I have to wash the milk stained covers and agonize over the stained cushion underneath), that I decided to let him drink it in the kitchen. Discovered a seat he could use, and he's been doing this ever since.

Loving durian.

Run out of slippers? Just slip into mummy's brand new ballet flats!