Singapore's Most Beautiful Mom-To-Be 2005 shares her little ups and downs in her journey through parenthood...
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If you have, then you would probably know the character called The Count. The Count is a purple puppet who looks like Count Dracula and loves to count.
Daddy says that Ace has been watching too much TV and says that I should take out his flash cards to teach him some stuff. So I took out his number flashcards, and then decided to imitate the count to teach him his numbers.
I took out the number ONE and told him, "One! One Doll! Hahahaha…"
And then I passed him the flashcard for ONE and then I took out number TWO and told him "Two! Two cars! Hahahaha..." and I took the TWO card to exchange it for the ONE card.
This went on till I reached the number 20. Wah.. very tiring leh. But Ace enjoyed it so much and was counting along with me (he happily shouted out SIX very clearly) and so I decided to do it again. This time round from 20 till 1.
The next day, Ace walked to the room and took the cards and passed them to Daddy and me when I woke up.
So Daddy took over and did the counting instead. Ace looked so happy with the cards and would walk around with a happy smile on his face.
And midway through the counting, I had to go downstairs to deliver something to someone.
When I came back home again, Daddy told me that he has counted 1-20 about three times before Ace would tire of it..
"Very tiring to hahaha hor?" I asked Daddy and Daddy agreed.
But alas, Ace did not pick up how to count. Instead, he learnt a new trick.. He would take the flash card and go, "Hahahaha..." And it is really amusing to watch him do that. I was hahaha-ing in my sleep when I thought about him doing that!
Somehow, bubbles always give people that happy feel. Whenever I see bubbles, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over.
Ace has never seen bubbles before. So the other day, at Ah Huay's wedding, I brought back some of the left over props tat were used for making bubbles during her march in...
On whim and fancy, I decided to take them out and blow some bubbles for Ace.
"Wah!!!!" Ace exclaimed the moment he saw the bubbles. He was so fascinated and kept chasing after them and watching them pop one after another. And he kept screaming with delight.
"Ahh...." "Wah..." he exclaimed again and again.. and he laughed and giggled and kept running after them..
Which makes me wonder why bubbles give people such a happy feeling? Is it because they are in the perfect circular shape? Is it their colourful surface? Or is it just the fact that they do not last.
What makes me most intrigued is how in the world do babies associate such happy feelings to it?
Anyone has any opinions?
Anyway, it was a happy occasion till we all started cheering and clapping for Waigong to blow the bubbles. All of a sudden, Ace started to cry..
It seems that Ace hasn't really gotten over his fear for loud noises. Wat a damper..
But food saves the day again... cos the promise of a cake is enough to make him smile again...
Ace ah Ace, next year must smile and take nice photo with waigong ok? Waigong everyday take such good care of us.. make juice for us to drink.. cook lunch and dinner for us, change your pangsai and bath you (until his whole body wet), rock you to sleep, play with you and sayang you.. you must remember to be fillial to waigong and always tell him that you love him ok?
Many many years later, her collection came to good use because her son can now play with her toys.
And it was because of this collection that the little girl.. now a little woman, found in her collection a cute sunglass..
She tried to get her son to wear it and model it for photo but he kept taking it out and pulling out the sides that holds the ears. Luckily it can be fixed back...
So she made a mental note to NEVER let him have HER sunglasses in case he decides to do the same thing to a real pair of sunglasses.
THE END.
Daddy then took the chance to style his hair for him.
“Nice or not?” Daddy asked me after he styled the punk style.
But I dun like my son to look like a pai kia.. so I asked him to smile. To help him along, Daddy tickled him a little on his neck and this is how he looks like after he smiled..
Somehow, Ace seems to have gone backwards in his language development and his communication skills.
Suddenly, EVERYTHING BECAME NEN NEN TO HIM!
If he wants more food, "Nen, Nen.."
Ask him to call mummy, "Nen, Nen.."
Ask him to call daddy, "Nen, Nen, nen, nen.."
But he sees Ah Yee, he happily calls, "Yeee!" when he sees her.
Grrr....
Very angry...
The other day, Daddy asked him to call him. "Call me and I feed you..."
Instead of saying Nen Nen, Ace said, "Bu yao!" (I don't want) and then continued to Nen Nen Nen...
Wah lau, got energy and can put effort to say Nen nen and Bu Yao also dun want to call us.. so difficult meh??
Daddy says "(and we quote from My Lovely Samsoon) give birth to one pumpkin at least can cook soup to drink.. sigh..."
But suddenly, we saw him lie on the bolster, his legs raised high in the air.... We looked beside the playpen and there was Waigong.. in that exact same position that he was! Gosh! Dunno whether to laugh or cry.
