It’s the 2nd last day of a great year and all I could think about today was…my chungkin is 9 months old!!!!!!!!!
He’s officially spent more months outside my belly than in. And has been one healthy, happy bub and for that I’m grateful.
Though his poop is starting to stink even more than before. And his annoying whines to get me to give in to his wants seem to always win and frustrates me in the process. And his constant wriggling butt makes it such a struggle to carry him freestyle without strapping him into a carrier or the pram. And his inquisitiveness on touching/feeling everything around him can sometimes make me want to put him in the arms of a willing stranger while I take a moment to enjoy that meal/coffee/cake/conversation with a friend proper. And his ‘craze phase’ of pulling his socks off using his mouth irritates me especially when a passer-by has to ‘catch up’ with me only to let me know that my baby boy has dropped a sock some steps back. And the clapping. Oh golly, initially it was really cute seeing him clap on request and all..till we realized that he had associated the clapping with being carried (thanks to por por who always likes to clap clap her hands and reach out her arms prior to carrying him) which meant each time he was lay down on the changing table (which is his least favourite activity), he would clap to communicate to us (a ala “carry me quick you muppets! please please please!”) followed with a little cry. Boo.
I’m now trying to re-teach and re-associate clapping with happy/achievements and while we’ve always been doing that, somehow only the clapping = carrying seems to have stuck.
He’s also learnt how to wave hello/bye too so it’s been cute seeing him flap that little forearm up & down whenever he’s in the mood to. And during these moments, he absolutely keeps me on my toes on what he might do next. Is he going to utter his first word? Walk his first step unaided? Plonk a big wet smooch on my face without any help? LOL.
But momzilla thoughts aside, the last 9 months have been nothing short of amazing. My little one has taught me so much about myself through his littlest actions and I’m so looking forward to what’s in store in the coming months & years.
Happy 9 months my love. Daddy & mommy love you so so so much.
Here’s to 2013, a new year of new adventures, discovery, more love and laughter to go around and fond memories, experiences to share and keep.