For all the slackness that I’ve been at this blog since motherhood (the best excuse yet?), I tell myself to at least document the little man’s monthly milestones because right after this month, he’s going to turn 1.
And unless I can convince myself to sacrifice reading/loo/breather time for a 13 months and beyond monthly milestone updates (watch this space, I just might have the inspiration and motivation to do so) consistently – I do know many moms who just stopped keeping track of how many months their babies are after 18 months and then it goes 1 1/2 years, 2 years, 3 years, just saying – I reckon that I had better start savoring every thought that I’m about to blog for keeps because you know what they say after they’re 1. They’re babies no more. *wails*
The days leading up to little man’s 11 months have been considerably challenging. Just yesterday I felt awful for almost wanting to give the fella a gentle spanking (“gentle” to make myself feel wee bit better) for scratching my face, pulling my hair, smacking my head while we were in a cab all because he wanted to ransack everything out of the diaper bag TWICE. And of course who could blame him, since I gave in the first round thinking that it’d be suffice to satisfy that curiosity of “what’s in the bag” but of course kids being kids…we all know how they’re such creatures of habit/repetition/routine…no?!
But I didn’t.
Instead I held him firmly within my arms. He kicked up a fuss along with some tears before calming down. I did my best to explain to him why he couldn’t do what he wanted to in a moving vehicle especially and I hope he understood. He then buried his head into my shoulders for the rest of the journey.
Some of the YMs consoled me by saying it (the urge to spank) was normal and that some had started. In moments like these, I’m thankful for a always-there support group who doesn’t make me feel like a monster of a mom.
At play nest recently, he’s been either trying to crawl out of class or onto the teacher’s lap. I get this crawling thing, especially since I’ve been encouraging him to crawl since the day he lifted his butt and went all fours, that he now has this innate amount of energy to just crawl whenever he can especially on spacious grounds such as play gyms and such but boy; where are those days when taking a moment to sit was just as interesting as well? Too fleeting.
Coincidentally, grandmama & papa both took time off work this week to accompany Liam in the various music and play classes. It was interesting to observe the way he reacted when he was aware of their presence. With grandmama at music class, he was “controlled” with his movements – hearty laughter inclusive, and with papa at play nest the feedback was that he would sit quietly on daddy’s lap (note: daddy did not restrain him in any way) and then when it was time to do stuff like art, he would just follow along. None of the Dora-the-explorer, loud, quirky actions mid class, big giggles nonsense that was expected of him.
His toy of the moment is the Fisher Price activity table and that’s because hearing mandarin (from the toy) tickles him every time. But along with loving his toy, he’s grown tad bit possessive that whenever he spots a similar toy in one of his playdate’s homes, he assumes it’s his and almost always baby-pushes another baby into backing away from the toy. Not into sharing I suppose. :\
He’s still the good eater that he’s been. And for that I’m thankful that I don’t have to come up with too many antics when it comes to getting the little one to chomp down his food, with the exception of days when I get too carried away with morning snacks and give him one too many at an hour too late. And as with most babies, eating off mama’s plate outside is always such a treat so on those rare occasions, his mouth opens even wider like the way I open mine for delish desserts. And to mark 11 months today, the chungkin had mouthfuls of warm & fluffy Japanese rice from my bowl.
“Papapapapa” and “Mam mam mamama” continue to be music to the ears (read: I don’t care if he’s referring to food and not me) in the household and the clever little one has since learnt to use it sparingly. Mainly for moments when he wants to be out of the cot “mam mam mamamama”, wants to be fed a snack “papapapapapa”, wants to be off the changing table “mamam..papapa….mamamam mam”. Though sometimes it gets peppered with tears for added drama especially during desperado moments like “mam mam mamamamama” + flowing tears + pout for a request to be out of the pram only to be ensued with a wide grin and a cheeky laugh. Evidently, we’ve been had. Willing parties here, of course.
There’s so much more to say, yet words alone deny these priceless moments their deserved justice. And while I still yearn to wear some heels, put on a nice work dress, hang some beautiful accessories on my ears and neck occasionally and spend some disposable income brashly; being able to watch Liam grow these past 11 months have been a huge blessing.
He’s changed our lives better than we’d imagined. And if I had to, I’d choose him over work over and over again. It hasn’t been easy on my loved ones. The Bo has been working hard day in and out, and my mom has been so giving that she sacrifices her little luxuries to pamper her grandson. She’s been utterly supportive in me staying home to watch my son grow, giving me the opportunity that she was denied of back then when my existence needed her to start bringing home the bacon as well. For that, I’m always grateful. I don’t even dare imagine how much sobbing I’m going to do the day I get back to the mill and start contributing my share of funds again.
But that’s worries for another hopefully distant day.
Happy 11 months dude. We love you so so so so much.