Looking at rebooting this blog. Please excuse the tardiness of the site for now.
And.. a… ONE!
And.. a.. TWO!
And.. a.. Hey I am up!
Happy First Birthday, Caleb!
Soon you will be walking, and running, and we’d be chasing…..!
So I was in the bathroom a few days before, checking out my physique, topless.
Caitlin walks in, and asked what the heck I was doing.
I decided to be honest.
“Daddee’s looking at the lines on my body**”.
“Lines? What lines?”
“These lines” point at the curved lines beneath what used to be spectacular pecs*. “Daddee’s getting fat.”
Now she is telling people she doesn’t wanna eat so much because she doesn’t wanna get fat- “Otherwise I will get lines on my body like Daddee…”
Yeah thanks kiddo.
* Okay I exaggerate.
** The lines look like bra-underwire marks on my body now- this, I am not exaggerating. I will spare you the photos lest you cannot look at me in the face the next time we meet…. or vice versa.
It’s a combo of gravity, fat, and the lack of youth.
I am in trouble now….
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*.
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?”
“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?”
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
You are starting to show your traits:
You are compassionate. If you accidentally knock someone you immediately apologise without prompting from anyone. If jie-jie is hurt, you go to her asking if she is okay. And if she asks if you would share your toys with her, you go awright quite immediately willingly.
You are inquisitive:
You see things and you tell me you see them. Every single thing.
And then you go Right Daddee? Right?
You are like Mummee- independent, and OCD:
You wanna try things yourself, and you wanna do it your way. That is why if whatever you are attempting is being done wrong, we will never get out of there.
You are also sly:
You still pee in your pants; likely from being too lazy to stop whatever fun activity you are doing at the moment to go pee. And when you are caught, you change the subject hoping that your trouble with the adults will go away. Of course it won’t, and so you run away. Literally.
But above all, all these traits are better than you being the opposite of them!
Happy Birthday buddy!
|I promised a follow-up on what else Caitlin got for Christmas. You will excuse me for getting sidetracked due to the arrival of her younger brother Caleb
So here it is
Chilling out at Hyde Park while the world was on last minute Christmas eve rush…
Spotted the Christmas pressie?
|So I’ve mentioned that we prefer to get Caitlin toys that at least contain some form of educational values.|
|From her recent birthday she’s received a jigsaw puzzle that, at times, have kept her quite happily occupied for some time. I have secretly watched play & her piece them together before, & she does enjoy the achievement of completing it on her own.|
|So, you guessed it, I bought her another similar jigsaw toy. Okay this Daddee isn’t very original sometimes, and would prefer to play it safe mostly!|
This one is rather unique though.
First, the size of it already excited even this Daddee. It’s not overly big, but it is does require stretching across the floor to lay it out.
But the most interesting feature of this puzzle is the 3D aspect of it. There are pieces that slot together at 90 degrees, effectively building structures that then sit on pre-cut slots on the flat “playground”. These are the expected structures of the merry-go-around as Caitlin calls it, ferris wheel, hotdog stands, and figurines of kids doing stuff on the park.
After assembly Daddee & Caitlin would pretend we were actually in the park / fairground & walk along the path & visit the stalls, etc