Category Archives: Classic Quotes

Checkpoint:

Caitlin says:

I can emulate Daddee and repeat myself LOUDER when he says “Pardon?”, just like he does with Hot Mummee when she says “Hmm?”

I can wear my socks and shoes on my own now, most times getting the left and right right, or right and left right. Haha I made a joke.

I can make pretty good observations already. Where I was already able to identify same models of Daddee’s, Mummee’s, and uncle’s cars (I started with Grandpa’s VW bug) on the road, now I can complain to Daddee that the streetlights needn’t be left on when it’s morning already.

I can observe and remember things. I still joke about Daddee cautioning Teacher Ng to be careful of the bird poop on his car, when Teacher was leaning into his car to help release my seat belt when he was dropping me off at school. I don’t know why but the prospect of Teacher Ng accidentally rubbing the bird poop onto her clothes tickles me.

I know how to switch between Mandarin and English when I am referring to things which both names I know. Like, Daddee! The ma-yi is coming to eat the ping-guo!

I am starting to see the power of changing the subject. But darn it, Daddee seems to catch it each time I start. I will try with my grand parents then.

I still remember my two trips to Sydney and what we did, even though I was only (almost exactly) 2 years old and 3 years old at those times.

I know how to spit out the toothpaste when Daddee brushes my teeth. And spit, and spit, and spit. This drives Daddee mad as he says I am wasting the toothpaste and that there’d be nothing left to finish brushing with. I may already know how to brush myself, but I ain’t telling Daddee this! Only thing I do know how to do is brush my tongue at the end; he says it’s to get rid of the yuckies after I had my last milkies for the day.

I already know what Mummee and Daddee are up to when they start acting suspicously when they evade questions of what they wanna do after dinner, or stop short of saying what’s next after dinner, on weekends. They go out to something called the movies. They think they can change the subject and I wouldn’t notice…

Caleb says:

I can roll over, and over, and over, till I fall off the bed!

I can grab things already, though not very securely. However, I do like grabbing my carrier’s hair, and I like hearing them shriek when I do.

I still like smacking the bottle silly, now not just with Daddee. And now also with much gusto since I am stronger.

Since I am stronger, my cries are louder too. That usually gets the adults to stop stuffing the teat in my mouth. I am full and sleepy, get it? Just get me back into bed or I will continue bullying you with my cries and wriggling, and leave you to clean up the milky mess of missing my mouth HAHAHAHAHA!

I look at everything. I look in the direction we are about to go (when I am being carried), even before the first step is taken.

I look by usually turning my head, but sometimes, I just look by shifting my eyes. Daddee thinks I am too young to have an attitude…

I look with my mouth agape…

PS: I have created a new category for these Milestones… Daddee