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I wrote about kids and iDevices recently about how adaptive they are with technology. I had just hooked up the PS2 this morning, after promising Caitlin I would this weekend; since her uncle had given her the Bee Movie game. … Continue reading
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That’s a description I had heard my bothers describe of me earlier, when i was fooling around and followed them to the driving range one evening. They said I have a good swing, only it lacked the whip of the … Continue reading
This was no April Fool’s joke!
This morning in the car ride she’s reminded me that a couple of her teeth now feel wobbly..
I am happy that she is growing, but at the same time I don’t want her to!
Posted in Caitlin the heiress, Ergonomics, milestones, Short post
I have said before that I envy Caleb’s head-shape: Cos this Daddee can never pull off getting a crew cut like this and still look “normal”, instead, likely to even get a chuckle from people at first sight. This shot … Continue reading
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Everyone has their styles. Some hold their groins scurrying and yelling “I gotta go I GOTTA GO” while others do so subtly, yet while others (still) don’t tell you AT ALL that they have done it.
As far as a number 1 goes, Caleb won’t tell you. At all. Until you carry him and feel the wet diaper on your forearm, or when you discover the puddle of pee on the floor, while he is still running around being his 2year old self discovering and/or copying what his older sister does.
For his number 2′s however, is something I haven’t seen “done” before.
I understand everyone needs their privacy, whether it’s cos the poop is gonna stink, or that it’s simply because it’s the action of pooping. But for a 2 year old, what’s “privacy”? So it is with a lot of laughter of adorableness when we hear about, and then get to see, how my boy does it.
In private.
When you kinda suddenly discover him missing, you start to wonder whether he’s okay- but more often than not it’s because he has run to some corner of the room/house; preferably behind something, and pushing. It doesn’t matter if the pusher is 2 or 20 years old, I believe all humans push the same way. It becomes a lot more “funny” when it’s on a 2 year old boy. The same slight-squirm, the same red-face. Only standing up, hiding in some corner.
When we discover him “midway” he is somewhat apprehensive, don’t-come-any-closer kinda gesture. Dunno why. Perhaps at (only?) 2 he is starting to feel shame and embarrassment already. This idea is emphasised when I tease him (yes this Daddee teases his kids)- at any “usual” moment I’d look at him and say “Ngg ngg? Ngg ngg??” (the local baby talk for pooping; I think you can imagine how that term came about!) where he’d quite vehemently declare “Mai! MAI!” (which till today we are wondering whether he is trying to speak Hokkien dialect when most of what he hears is Cantonese where “no” is “moi”, not the Hokkien “mai”) as if the act of it is shameful.
Not that we make fun of him, maybe he is starting to develop his own self awareness and image (self respect?)
For now, I will still laugh at him. It’s okay if he develops a complex surrounding pooping. Having a complex surrounding pooping is okay compared to “performance anxiety” surrounding peeing, at the men’s room urinal.
Heh.
Posted in A father's POV, A toddler's POV, Caleb the heir, Ergonomics, life skills, Parenting musing
Tagged growing up, scarring, skills, stools, toddler
Caitlin has always been a little taller than average for her age.
One day she came up to me all serious and asked “Daddee, am I tall?”
“Yes darling, you are considered tall for your age. Why?”
“I heard Grandma and Mummee telling their friends and say that I am tall.. and I don’t like when they laugh at me..”
“They are not laughing at you; why would you think that?”
“….”
“It’s ok, maybe even good, that you are tall for your age. You know how you are in Pre-3 class where your friends are at least more than a year older than you?”
Nods.
“Well, even though you may be the youngest there at least you are not the shortest.”
“I guess… but I don’t like it when they laugh at me..”
“They are not laughing at you, they are just saying that you are. Well, now that you are tall, don’t you think that it’s good, that you can reach for things by yourself now? You can almost touch the light switches now when you jump, wash your hands now without a stool, you feet now being able to reach the ground when you cycle?”
“I guess…”
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Years ago when I was an adolescent I remember a conversation my parents had with Dr Pixie. I can’t recall how the topic was brought up, but it revolved around someone who was still quite short for his/her age, and Dr Pixie said there was something- either a shot or taken orally (hormones?) that can assist this kid in a growth spurt.
“Wouldn’t that just make him grow faster, rather than taller (eventually)?” I asked.
Dr Pixie looked at me, almost looking glad that someone asked that. “Good question” she said readily, “that could very well be the case- yes”- to which my brother gave me a thumbs-up “Can be a doctor!”
Dr Pixie proceeded to offer that ultimately it was still one’s genetics that determined a person’s height.
I am happy that Caitlin is tall for her age- she is not too tall, just that she therefore appears older than her age. Call me discriminating, but I’d prefer her to ultimately be an average height woman. I have seen really tall ladies and I do know they have trouble finding men!
Would I personally be intimidated about dating a taller woman? Possibly. I say this because I suppose I’d never approached and chat up anyone taller than I!
There’s something I just revealed about myself; well we also know that I am not a doctor, as much as I’d like to be
Posted in A father's POV, A toddler's POV, Caitlin the heiress, Ergonomics, Parenting musing
Tagged growing up, sharing
