Moments like these…

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For a few weeks now, Caitlin’s been complaining about her pyjamas. Not the typical modes of complaints we know, when we adults hear the verb complain. Nonetheless, it had only recently occurred to me what the implications are*.

While putting her to bed, she would, in her bed, at intervals of less-than-5-minutes, do an abdominal crunch, knees nearly to chest, tugging-down her getting-shorter pj’s, in between random ramblings of the day’s happenings, events of weeks ago, tv scenes from her memory that could have been from months ago– it is up to Daddee to, honestly, recall, catch up, piece together (much like this sentence) what she is on about.

* The implications, then, are: It won’t be long before I wouldn’t even be privileged to witness, hear, console, and decide on an appropriate action, on such similar circumstances anymore: That her pj’s are getting too small for her already, that she should highlight this to Grandma to then go and shop for new ones, to then put these away from her little di-di.

Today, everyone woke early and the whole morning routine was early by about 15 minutes. I decided to walk Caitlin into her classroom rather than just drop her off / hand her over to the teachers / minders at the gate. She was the first one of her class to arrive, so I decided to sit with her for a while- pulled out a miniature chair and, actually, squated by her for a while. Since the classrooms are air-cond-ed, and remembering Teacher Ng once suggesting it, I realised that she may indeed be cold and since she didn’t have her jacket with her, I thought to semi-rush to Grandma’s (some 10 min walk / 20 sec drive away) to get her one. Upon returning, there were another 2 boys in the classroom already, standing near her where she still sat. I didn’t notice anything amiss until Teacher Ng jokingly said that Caitlin was defending my seat. “That’s my Daddee’s chair” and thus none of the boys were sitting in it. Heh heh. Later when driving to work, I was recalling the mental image: Why didn’t the 2 boys sit in other chairs? Was Caitlin already bossing the XY-chromosome species around already, not allowing them to sit at all? Is she already showing Mummee’s traits so early in her age already? Let me bury that last sentence in this rather long paragraph so that, in the event, Mummee decides to visit this blog that she may actually miss it… I said, bury it in this rather long paragraph of text so that, you know..

From memory I don’t think Caitlin has too many toddler-sized pj’s that are feminine-themed (a la PINK). I wonder what, if any, psychological effects wearing femininely-themed pj’s would have on a under-6-month old baby boy. Cross-dressing at such an early age can’t really be good, can it? Then again, little man Caleb wouldn’t know what the social norm is yet, so he wouldn’t as yet feel any different I guess, would he?

Anyway..

* Then again my take on this implication may actually be completely misplaced. It may still be similar circumstances, only that it would then involve either a baseball bat or a shotgun, with the boy’s address in hand….

It’s okay, I am just as confused reading this blog. I need to sleep, cos it was my turn last night looking after the little man’s overnight feed.

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4 Responses to “Moments like these…”


  1. 1 Ann

    haha….you are really tired!

    At the end of the day Caitlin just needs NEW PJ-s man!

    Pasar malam also got….get some cheap-er pinky ones and wash and wear and use as rag after a while! Then little man can have his baseball and motorcar PJs too!

    Ann’s last blog post..Latest buys!

  2. 2 Jean

    Oh my. What you must learn is that children come with ready made opinions, of that I’m sure.

    When PJs are too small - they ARE too small. I agree with Ann - buy cheap and cheerful.

    I do hope you get to sleep through the night, every night, soon.

  3. 3 Daddee

    Thanks Ann, Jean,

    I gotta admit we haven’t considered the pasar malam (night markets) options. These things, ashamedly, are usually taken care of by Grandma.. she is pretty cluey with where to go and what bargains are on.

    But yes, we gotta start having gender appropriate pj’s soon!

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