Dear little man,
It has been 10 months…woah, wait, really? 10 months? since you said “hullo, folks!” and it sure feels like you’re way older than you should be.
That’s because in the last month, you’ve done some really amazing things which left us at “er..” (basically before we can even react or reach out for the video mode in our ever ready camera function on the mobile); and for all the grumbles that I jokingly made at your expenses (sorry about that) during my daily chats with the other YMs about how you’re such a fan of taking things really (nice & ) slow… yes, yes pun intended…considering how you’ve been such a champ & leading with the whole sttn and weaning, how was I to know that you decided to give EVERYONE ELSE a significant head start when it came to flipping, crawling & pulling to stand. Because your readiness, or so the books say, sure felt like forever.
Momzilla moment aside, when you finally decided to lift that cute butt in the air and charged for the laptop and remote control one evening, everyone in the room froze in disbelief and had to make you crawl back and forth a few times more just so that this reality of a milestone could sink in properly. You still have your little snake moments, I know…it’s always easier to slither on that big, soft belly than lug weight on your knees right, but golly, you’ve indeed properly mastered sitting-> crawling-> sitting all at the same time that even aunt Sheryl, who already has a master crawler of a baby girl for months now, complimented on how quick you were with those new grooves. So I guess that counts for something!
You also did your first art, no wait make that first 6 art works within a span of a month and you seem to enjoy it more and more each time we work on creating something creative together. Special mentions for finger painting and 3D work where lots of kid-friendly glue is involved. Mama here was actually complacent to not purchase you an art apron thinking you might be one of those kids that don’t like getting your hands messed up with stuff which meant very little washing up to do but boy you just love dipping those hands in paint and glue, while not a fan of the confetti type, and go swish swash with them. You even save your tantrums for those moments when I literally have to drag you away from the table to get you cleaned up, which resulted in you slipping off the chair twice and accidentally bumping your head. I then tell you that it’s okay, it’s all part of growing up. But honestly, it’s only because your momma here is not prepared to embrace more of that mess. And sometimes I wished I could let go of my pride a little more than see you get your first ‘fall’ over something so trivial.
I’d admit, you’re definitely musically inclined even though your pa & grandmama first told me some 8 months and I quipped that it was too early to tell. I’ve been taking videos of you at music class whenever I can and you are so into the whole bobbing, grooving, rhythm, beats that it is also the only class so far where the highly anticipated 10-month-seperation-anxiety-milestone does not exist. There are even several moments when you break loose from my embrace, charge forward towards your very talented music teacher, discarding everything else including hair pulling moments from the same 14-month-old jie jie that throws you cuddles & kisses without reservations each time she sees you in class. And your hearty-is-an-understatement laughter throughout the entire class? Always gets everyone’s attention, and everyone always tells me that they can see how much you really enjoyed your class and how it’s every penny worth.
Your mom has been on super, super savings mode of late – despite lots of DIY-ing for your upcoming cozy first birthday to save on more costs and also because I enjoy doing so – as a result you’ve also been on the train a lot in the last month compared to the previous 9 months. It helps that the weather is also not as rainy anymore, but point being you’ve been such a delight to train with. You giggle, clap and wave to the other passengers we ride with instead of screaming as how I’d imagine it to be and it is such a joy watching (and secretly video taping you) your every move.
Eating is still your thing though it did worry me initially when you started asking for snacks somewhere after turning 9 months old. You started trying to chow every toy or object you could lay hands on and that’s when I started realizing it wasn’t a teething thing (how can you be teething with 6 pearlies already showing its full glory!!!). I passed you your first rice cake and oh my, you wolfed it down like how your 13-month-old cousin used to. And reached out your hands asking for more. 3 mini rice cakes later and my worries were unfounded. You still ate your dinner like a man.
You had your first yoghurt too at aunt KK’s meesiam/pohpiah gathering – something which I’ve been too forgetful to grab during my supermarket runs and reaffirmed how much you liked it through that mouth-wide-open expression for more. Your papa was so taken in by your too cute smile as he fed you that he kept reminding momma to get some yoghurt the next time we pass by a supermarket.
Bathing you these days is proving to be more challenging as you unabashedly splash water & have fun that I end up getting drenched from face to jeans. And changing you on the change table is still a huge no-no. You’ll sulk, cry, scream, force out tears – basically do whatever it takes to have you off the changing table in the shortest time possible. Straightening your legs have become sort of a default solution but day after day, the same ol hat trick still works in getting you to lie down in the end.
And you little guy, all of 10 months old, seem to have an understanding that’s older than you actually are. The cute head shaking movement that you do, we had no idea that you actually knew how to associate that action with ‘No’. Till we were proven time & again of course that you really did not want any more of whatever it is you were doing. Your pa got stern with you last Saturday morning and told you (off) that books were for reading and not gnawing during reading time. Your reaction left me speechless. You got the book out of the mouth, returned it to the stash of books and wore a classic “about to cry” face. I knew that face because I used to wear that as a kid most of the time. I wasn’t nicknamed “cry baby” by the older cousins for nothing. Not a memory that I’m proud of either.
Your porpor has been eagerly waiting for you to say your first words and we think you somewhat mouth it 2 weeks ago. Every morning when papa greets you, he would say “call papa?” and one evening you just went “papa! papa!” Of course momma didn’t want to be left out too so I went to you and said “call mama?”, you hesitated for a while, looked for something that could possibly distract you away but in the end you came close to my ear and said in a soft gentle voice: “mama?”. And just so I wasn’t imagining it, your papa & porpor witnessed that too! Oh what a jolly moment it was! You soon refused my repetitive requests there after before saying it again few mornings later. You must have been desperate for me to get out of bed, pick you up and feed you your morning milk. :p
So there my 10 months old boy, sums up the past month of adventures.
Stay groovy. I love you.