We transited Gabe from bathtub to shower more than a year ago and till today, we're still having battles at bathtime. He HATES to get water in his eyes, and we all know that it's an almost impossible task with an uncooperative kid, which means water will get into his eyes, which means he'll throw a tantrum, which means water will get into his eyes, which means... you get the drift.
So how would you react when at the height of the aforementioned battle, your son says to you, "thank you mummy for bathing for you!"
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wrong Fruit
It was Fathers' day. We were in the car with Derod's immediate family, heading for a meal in the heart of town with my immediate family. As we came out of the Nicoll Highway and was about to make a right turn to Raffles City, we heard Gabe gave a loud shout of "Mango!"
There was a bewildered silence in the car and I craned to align my vision with his in the crowded car and that's when I saw it.
Our friend got the wrong fruit. I don't know who taught him the association with fruits though.
There was a bewildered silence in the car and I craned to align my vision with his in the crowded car and that's when I saw it.
Our friend got the wrong fruit. I don't know who taught him the association with fruits though.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Funny Conversations
Gabe: Mummy, there's fish and water there.
Me: Where?
Gabe: Inside the restaurant.
Me: Oh! *surprised at the usage of the word "restaurant"* Which restaurant? (We were on the way home from dinner at a restaurant.)
Gabe: That restaurant loh!
Gabe: Mummy, boys has ji ji and ball ball. (I did not correct his grammatical error here)
Me: What about girls?
Gabe: Girls has gap gap.
Me: Where's your ji ji and ball ball?
Gabe: *looks down* inside the xiao ku zi.
We were in Gabe's room about to begin the night routine. Derod sank into the sofa bed and heaved a tired sigh.
Gabe: Papa, are you alright?!
Me: Where?
Gabe: Inside the restaurant.
Me: Oh! *surprised at the usage of the word "restaurant"* Which restaurant? (We were on the way home from dinner at a restaurant.)
Gabe: That restaurant loh!
Gabe: Mummy, boys has ji ji and ball ball. (I did not correct his grammatical error here)
Me: What about girls?
Gabe: Girls has gap gap.
Me: Where's your ji ji and ball ball?
Gabe: *looks down* inside the xiao ku zi.
We were in Gabe's room about to begin the night routine. Derod sank into the sofa bed and heaved a tired sigh.
Gabe: Papa, are you alright?!
Monday, June 8, 2009
LRT and Me
Before he even started to talk, Gabe has been excited by the LRT trains that zip past our home. He would sit at the window and watch the traffic and when he could talk, would announce the arrival of the trains.
He loves riding on the MRT and sat through long journeys, right from the time he was confined in a pram. Today he frequently requests to get to our destinations by train. So logically, we thought he'd share the same affection for the LRT, which is just a smaller unit of the large MRT. We were wrong.
His fear of the LRT started when he heard and watched it screeched to its stop. With time, this fear simply got so illogical that Derod decided to counter it with a ride on the LRT, to show how similar it is to the larger train. Alas, the moment our little one stepped on its platform, he started crying. He was so fearful that he hid behind Derod, refused to budge, insisted to be carried and for the whole train ride, buried his face in his hands. We dragged him out for a second ride a few days later and it was only then that he relaxed a little.
Gabe is now two to three months shy of turning 2.5 years old and he's finally overcome his great fear of the LRT. Who would have thought that the LRT would be part of his milestone chart!
He loves riding on the MRT and sat through long journeys, right from the time he was confined in a pram. Today he frequently requests to get to our destinations by train. So logically, we thought he'd share the same affection for the LRT, which is just a smaller unit of the large MRT. We were wrong.
His fear of the LRT started when he heard and watched it screeched to its stop. With time, this fear simply got so illogical that Derod decided to counter it with a ride on the LRT, to show how similar it is to the larger train. Alas, the moment our little one stepped on its platform, he started crying. He was so fearful that he hid behind Derod, refused to budge, insisted to be carried and for the whole train ride, buried his face in his hands. We dragged him out for a second ride a few days later and it was only then that he relaxed a little.
Gabe is now two to three months shy of turning 2.5 years old and he's finally overcome his great fear of the LRT. Who would have thought that the LRT would be part of his milestone chart!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Gabe and his Grandfathers
Gabe has come to a stage where he can differentiate the lingos associated with different people. He'd speak Mandarin to his two grandmothers, Singlish to his waigong, Mandarin and broken English to his yeye and proper English to his parents.
But what totally gets me cracked up is the way he pronounces certain words when talking to his yeye.
"爷爷，我们去churt." (Read: church)
"爷爷，你[我]要money."
When I heard this, I was so horrified that he was asking his grandfather for money that I proceeded to give him a gentle lecture, all this while wondering at the back of mind how and when he learnt the concept of asking for money. Then, the yeye nonchalently replied, "好，回去给你看money."
I almost fainted at the realisation that it was "Barney" they were talking about.
"爷爷，你[我]要看vegetalian." (Read: vegetarian, which is supposed to be Veggietales)
"爷爷，那边有clan!" (Read: crane)
"爷爷，MRT tlack在哪里?" (Read: MRT track)
Give the boy a tiger... when he's older.
But what totally gets me cracked up is the way he pronounces certain words when talking to his yeye.
"爷爷，我们去churt." (Read: church)
"爷爷，你[我]要money."
When I heard this, I was so horrified that he was asking his grandfather for money that I proceeded to give him a gentle lecture, all this while wondering at the back of mind how and when he learnt the concept of asking for money. Then, the yeye nonchalently replied, "好，回去给你看money."
I almost fainted at the realisation that it was "Barney" they were talking about.
"爷爷，你[我]要看vegetalian." (Read: vegetarian, which is supposed to be Veggietales)
"爷爷，那边有clan!" (Read: crane)
"爷爷，MRT tlack在哪里?" (Read: MRT track)
Give the boy a tiger... when he's older.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Cockroach Alert
I found a huge cockroach in the study one night but the rolled-up magazine missed it completely because of its weird location. Urgh... it was tough living with the thought of a creepy pest lurking around somewhere in the house. What if it decided it needed some company at night and crawled in to bed with us, or worse, with the kids?! Anyway, out of sight, out of mind. By the next morning, this piece of information was chucked at the back of my mind.
Two days later, we came home after dinner to a dark house. I flipped the light switch on and Gabe immediately pointed out the presence of the unwelcomed resident. We located it among the legs of the dining table and proceeded to exterminate the pest. As it was past the kids' bedtime, we decided to clear the mess only after putting the kids to bed, but obviously someone wasn't too comfortable with the arrangement.
Gabe was supposed to drink his milk before going to bed but the proximity to the dead cockroach proved too much for him. He covered his eyes and refused to budge until the object in question was removed.
Two days later, we came home after dinner to a dark house. I flipped the light switch on and Gabe immediately pointed out the presence of the unwelcomed resident. We located it among the legs of the dining table and proceeded to exterminate the pest. As it was past the kids' bedtime, we decided to clear the mess only after putting the kids to bed, but obviously someone wasn't too comfortable with the arrangement.
Gabe was supposed to drink his milk before going to bed but the proximity to the dead cockroach proved too much for him. He covered his eyes and refused to budge until the object in question was removed.
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