Daddee Yah!

A working Daddee learning to cope in a big big world

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?”

“I guess…”


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 :)

I am kinda struggling with this one.

Caitlin, in general is sweet to her younger brother Caleb. Since she was able to walk, she’d been fascinated by other humans her size. So, I guess it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that she is so, to her little brother.

However, having been the only child for her first 3 years, the first grandchild at HM’s family side (Caitlin makes the 14th grandchild on my side!) I dare say she is kinda “spoiled” in that she’d be used to being the sole attention-getter.

For myself, I have made a conscious effort to be conscious of how she may feel when this happens. Especially when relatives are “re-living” having a rugrat and who’s just learned how to walk, Caleb has been getting all the attention of “How cute!”, “Look how he likes to walk in circles / spins / tiny stamping feet..”, Caitlin has been “relegated” to be the second favourite.

Touchwood- so far she doesn’t seem to be showing any ill feelings towards her brother as a result. The only hint of jealousy that I can readily observe, is when either is holding onto a toy and the other will want it (yes, only when the other has it!), or when one is embracing Grandma, the other wants to rush over for the same… the same doesn’t seem to apply to Daddee though! Caitlin embraces Daddee and Caleb is like “Ho hum ah well now what was I doing again?”

When this happens, I try my best that the other also gets the “equal opportunity”; either by embracing both, getting them to share, or even a simple look over to Caitlin offering her a reassuring smile. She usually reciprocates with one too, which is always heart-warming for Daddee. One thing I gotta do reverse too, is that in the mornings and evenings Caitlin rides with me in the front, with Caleb in the baby seat in the back with the helper. I spend most if not all of that time chatting with Caitlin on just about anything, whilst Caleb is kinda left on his own ogling at the window to the world zooming past.

One thing that I am a little impatient waiting for, is for Caleb to soon understand and speak more for us to also rationalise with him, so that Caitlin is not always the one having to give in; which she does now “because he doesn’t understand; and you’re the jie-jie..”

But that of course also means that Caitlin will no longer be the 4 year old that she is now, and that Caleb would have outgrown his current Royal Cuteness…. sigh.

How was your experience with growing up with a sibling, either as a younger and/or older one? How did your parents manage your different characters?

If you have nieces or nephews, you will forever see them in a certain light. By this I mean; let’s take my perspective on these particular niece-nephew brother-sister.

This niece was one that was rather colic. I actually avoided going near her fearing I’d make her cry, cos she’d cry at high decibels and long periods. Her brother was one who seemed rather reclusive to me- while cheeky, he didn’t seem the type who was interested in a lot of things.

Fast forward 16 or so years.

And, since being a father, I had always wanted to participate in activities with my kids- doesn’t matter what activity, so long as we do them together. Sports, activities, games, hobbies. Since my kids are still so young, to date it’s mainly been real kiddie-stuff like going to the kids gym or movies or just a dip in the pool. Other than assisting her in developing these motor skills, I haven’t really thought much more beyond these current activities.

Tonite, I dropped by my brother’s house with Caitlin, just because. I caught my brother jamming with his two kids.

I found myself regretting.

I am not musically inclined insofar as being able to compose or write stuff, but I am not tone-deaf. My regret is that, while I was a young’un, my parents did send me to guitar classes. For whatever reason; likely due to simple no-discipline, I didn’t follow through and never continued with the lessons.

This bother however, self-taught how to play the guitar and the keyboard. Through repeated listening of songs he can replay them on these instruments. Of course having a good ear helps too.

And perhaps its also genetic, for these two kids seem to have that talent too.


I found myself admiring this scene on different levels.

This was very obviously not the first time they do this, cos they were jamming to a few songs in sync.

That they have very similar talents.

That they were doing this family activity together.

That they are not kids anymore.

And, I gotta find me something unique to do with my kids too!

I know- this something will come naturally. I just hope that I will be home or around them enough for this something to develop or be discovered.

PS: That’s my mum in the background, who taught me how to sing!

In the dark we chatted quietly- Caleb was sleeping soundly only 2+ feet away on our super king size bed.

We talked about her day, in school, what she learned, whether she went during the day, if it was hard, “Did you drink enough water?” and her diet.

Then it was time to sleep ‘cos it was getting late. I urged her to stop talking already and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek- this kid can really talk. She rolls over, as she does when it’s time, hugging her pillow and clutching her bolster between her legs.

So, the almost-whispers have stopped. I lay beside her waiting for her to doze off, waiting to sneak out.

Then she turns to me and says “Daddee, I am sad.”

I am sad is usually a welcomed opening line for Daddee. Not because I like her being sad. It’s because of the flipside to the I am sad- It’s her way of opening up to me, her way of sharing her concerns, of what’s been bothering her. That she does share with me.

Previous I am sad’s have included Grandma telling her off for something she’s done, or something more serious like being bullied in school, or simply missing a friend and cannot wait to see her again the next day in school- Yes, can you believe it?

This I am sad however, was different. It was accompanied by a soft but escalating cry.

On the day before I was given a party pack by my colleague, whom had hosted a party for her niece earlier, and had a spare pack. In it were some small pieces of chocolates. When I came home I had given Caitlin that pack, and had only given her one piece of chocolate for her to bring to school.

At school, she gave her chocolate away to her (same) good friend.

She is sad not because she had given the chocolate away to her friend during school. She is sad because she gave away, or effectively, lost her chocolate, that she no longer had a chocolate to enjoy.

Where she moped about losing her chocolate, I was kinda proud that she was somewhat, to an extent, selfless. This, from a kid who really really enjoys food; and moreover- candy, and giving it away just like that, came as quite a surprise for me.

But I guess it’s been on her mind all day, and was regretting it!

So I comforted her, words like “don’t be silly” slipped out and I tried to cover it by reminding her of the other smaller pieces still around, and that she should remember that she made her good friend very happy too.


She insisted on wearing her goggles during her homework..

Caitlin insisted on wearing her goggles whilst doing her homework… whatever gets her going I suppose…

Daddee, I had a dream last night

What did you dream about?

I don’t wanna tell you…

It’s okay, I won’t laugh- you know you can tell Daddee anything; and Daddee won’t laugh.

Okay. I dreamt about that girl from Bee Movie…



What was she doing, in your dream?

Nothing, she was just standing there…

“… Sugar.. do do do do do doo.. oh honey honey… do do do do do doo…”

That’s what happens when you put a DVD on repeat, when Hot Mummee has been hogging the tv with her scheduled taping of anime series, during the school holidays of nothing-to-do.

Merry Christmas everyone! I for one will be eating a lot, also!
Caitlin in Sydney Jan 08

[ Caitlin in Sydney Dec 2007 ]