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
Happy to report that Caitlin’s colouring (ie, her motor skills with the pencil) has been improving steadily. She has been getting at least one star-rating from her homework from her teacher; who, earlier this year, was telling us that her motor skills was lacking.
Incidentally, it is coming to that time of the year again, where the roads will be clearer, parents go on leave from work in droves, shopping centres more crowded than usual, and another parent-teacher meeting scheduled- later this month (of May).
Naturally, I’d be curious to see how our little girl has progressed these last few months. I am the more relaxed parent, especially when it comes to a 3+ year old’s school progress, but Hot Mummee seems to be putting the pressure on the little angel; I don’t quite agree that this is appropriate for this level of education nor at this age… Was that a hint of some domestic issues??
Anyway, did you know that “J” is for jacket?
A yellow, red, blue, purple, with an orange starred jacket, at that
Being the youngest I grew up with books and some comics already in the house (as well as contemporary music like The Carpenters, some Beatles, Glen Campbell, John Denver… Oh my I’m scaring myself while I list this)
One of the comics that sticks in my head is Peanuts: Charlie Brown & Snoopy, Linus & his security blanket, characters whose heads are way too big for their bodies.
I guess it’s not just the Peanuts specifically- I think in all comics & cartoons that, whenever a character is concentrating on a task, be it while writing, drawing, cutting, etc, that the character is drawn with his/her tongue out, as if in the midst of licking the upper lip. It seems like a universally accepted comic-body-language.
I have always wondered about this, even consciously stuck my tongue out hoping that my homework, drawing, whatever, would turn out nicer or better than usual. It didn’t work.
Then, I saw this only last night.
If you stick your tongue out, your work isn’t necessarily going to be good. But if you concentrate on the task at hand, the tongue comes out.
Sorry for the quality of these photos. They are actually still frames from a video that I took of Caitlin’s tongue action with my iPhone- I freeze-framed these shots and screen captured them.
No I haven’t played them back to her yet. Hot Mummee just suggested that I do, and highlight this to her before she gets older and where kids are mean!