June 18, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 9 Comments
Jonathan boy reached the 8 months milestone 2 weeks ago. Have been quite busy recently due to work.
Here are some photos of the cheeky one…
He will greet us with big smile and grin when he sees us at the door step upon returning home from work.
He can crawl on all four now but still prefers combat crawl. Helps me to mop the floor though. He loves to crawl to the dining table and chairs and then get stuck between the legs of the chairs/table.
Occasionally, he knows how to show gesture of bye-bye by opening and closing his fist when I lift up his hands. Sometimes, he will ask for things by opening and closing his fist. While we are dining, I broke pieces of biscuits on his bowl to train his pincer grasp and he’s doing very well. It also ended up cleaning biscuits dropping on the floor.
He loves to babble (especially when he’s angry) but yet to call “Da-da” and “Ma-ma”.
Unusually, his upper lateral incisor on the left erupted first then the central incisor. Funny. Soon the other three upper incisor will be apparent as it has started to erupt half way thru. Two at the bottom remain standing strong. No pic to show here as he dislike people touching his mouth, nose and eyes. But he stood still when I’m cleaning his ears.
What to watch out for in the days to come…? Standing unaided at least for few seconds which sometimes I can see him attempting to do. And of course calling “Da-da” and “Ma-ma”!
June 9, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 4 Comments
We were in Penang (Jonathan’s Er Yi’s house) few weekends ago. Took the opportunity to see Jonathan’s reaction towards the pool water. Guess, the pics says it all…
We made a mistake. We were too eager to put him in the water so the moment his little toes felt the cold water, he screamed immediately and resisted it. Moreover, it was his sleeping time so he wasn’t in a good mood.
He is too cute when he cries so that’s the reason why I love to make him cry at times. Watch his mouth… Bad mommy, huh? 😛
We cooled him down then we tried to put him on the baby float to see if he can paddle on his own. Again, he screamed. So he is afraid to be left alone. Looking at him crying, Mom insisted to stop putting him in the water so that he won’t get phobia to the water. On the contrary, I didn’t want to give up. Being a kiasu mom, I must make sure that Jonathan boy can swim very well like his Gong Gong and Shi Yi Zhang because both Darling and I cannot swim. What a shame…
After a few try, see…he enjoyed playing in the water, splashing so hard. Must set up the big pool at home one day…
And here…my lovely niece, Jean Suen loves the water but dislike being pushed to the middle of pool. As usual, the naughty Wu Yi (me) ask her Papa to push her to the middle of pool and left her there, alone. She cried and keep yelling, “I want Mommy, I want Mommy”.
Credit goes to my little sis for capturing such a wonderful moments.
May 20, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 10 Comments
After 17 years of having “her” with me and finally I decided was forced to leave “her”. *sob* *sob*…that was my fringe.
Beginning the 4th month after delivery, I start noticing a tremendous fall of my hair. I take it easily initial thinking that it would be back to normal soon. Unfortunately, it didn’t and I’ve began to worry of the condition of my hair when seeing bulk of hairs (more than usual) after each hair wash and comb and start picking up hairs from my office chair. I can easily see my scalp where previously not. I went for hair tonic and zinc supplement (recommended by a pharmacist) hoping it would help. Blame it on the hormone imbalance and lack of nutrients. I’d stopped taking Spirulina after confinement due to laziness which I should since I’m still breastfeeding.
I went to the saloon yesterday to trim my hair shorter hoping it would reduce the problem. Least did I expect, the hair-dresser advised me to trim my fringe short for the time being until my hair condition improved. According to her, the long fringe contributes to the weight of my hair and causes it to fall easily. Furthermore, the pulling resulted from combing and tying make it worst. So without much thought she didn’t even give me time to think, I said bye bye to my long fringe. Now I looks like a weirdo and old lady. I can’t face my colleague….uwwaaaaa….Darling, Mommy, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.
Luckily Jonathan boy can still recognize me otherwise I would go back to the saloon, pick up my hair and stick it back. Trying to console myself, I think for the benefit of hair and not making it worse, I rather look ugly now then having to put on a wig later. I have to also spend some money to pamper my hair at the saloon as recommended by the hair-dresser (hope she’s not trying to make money rather than helping me).
May 15, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 5 Comments
An excerpt from an e-mail……
-Author Unknown-
Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, “I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.
She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.
She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote aquick note for the grocery store. She put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”
“I’m on my way,” she said.
She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the basket, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack.
She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list.
She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he did…without another thought.
May 9, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 8 Comments
A follow-up from my post on Jonathan’s 6 months milestone, I would say it’s never too soon for babies to achieve new act. Jonathan boy can now sit up by himself from a crawling position. No signs of him crawling on all fours although he tend to lift himself with the support of his palm and feet. He is very good in combat crawl so now he will move around the living hall and at times got stuck underneath the stand fan or dining table. He is able to pull himself up with a support like sofa, baby cot, our legs but he don’t know how to sit back down on the floor yet. It surprises me when he does that as I thought this would only come next month.
So far, I’ve only given him cereal, apple, carrot, potato and porridge with fish. I’m doing it very slowly, giving him new food one at a time. He is gaining weight well so I guess I don’t have to be too eager and also due to his previous health condition.
Jonathan boy is very sticky to me probably because I’m still breastfeeding him so he knows mommy can always satify him. When others is carrying him and if sees me, he will be whining for me. Darling always say, “See…he wants you only.” Haha….Darling is being jealous. Nowadays, he disallowed us putting him in the baby cot. Probably he knows we are going to leave him playing alone so he cry for our companionship.
And he is definitely a demanding baby. When he can’t reach for the things he wants, he will whimper. If you snatch take away things in his hand, he will cry. I tried to teach him to play stacko and he refused because he didn’t want to let go the stacking block in his hand. I hope he has not learnt selfishness. Gotta teach him to share now.
You see…this boy dislike sitting on a potty. Another headache…
May 1, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 6 Comments
I could smell something rotten in the store room.
My MIL told me HE ate my biscuit on the table.
I found out that HE drank two boxes of milk, one box of soyamilk. HE ate Jonathan boy’s cereals.
Again, I found out that HE took the whole pack of Jonathan boy’s cereal and the plastic bag is no where to be found. HE ate the oats I just bought few days ago.
That’s it! I have to go after HIM.
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Tada!!! Gotcha!
This is the second time a rat came in to our house and moreover ate our food. The first rat was much bigger and he could jump up to the dining table and grab the whole loaf of bread. We couldn’t locate the rat so have to poison him and later saw him floating in the drain. Yucks!
This time, this rat is smaller. Darling knocked at all the racks in the store room and suddenly the rat jump out and both of us scared like mad (haha…now I know Darling is also afraid of rat). He knocked again and the rat ran out of the store room across my leg and hid behind the cabinet. Aaaaahhh!!! Jonathan boy got frightened by our screams. Quickly asked MIL to pick him up from the floor. Darling was smart enough to put the rat trap at the other end of the cabinet while we knock and shake the cabinet to scare him.
First attempt…he ran out from the cabinet and in to the trap but I we didn’t manage to close the trap on time so he ran back to the cabinet.
Second attempt…one person get ready to close the trap while the other do all the knocking and shaking to force that rat out.
What a drama and both of us were sweating all over. When we caught him, he is very fierce. He squeeked and bit the trap trying to release himself. You wouldn’t want to know how we handle him after that…
April 28, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 2 Comments
Jonathan boy cried yesterday night again. He could have a reason for crying but I just could not understand it yet.
Yesterday, I put him in his baby cot with the pacifier in his mouth. I pat him to sleep. He lied down quietly while gazing at me. After a while, he started to twist and turn, rubbing his eyes against the soft bed and there it came, the whining and crying. Whenever he cries, he opens his mouth and of course the pacifier fell off from his mouth then he cries even louder. I’ll pick up his pacifier and stuff back in his mouth. When he rejected it, I’ll give him some water. He’ll suckle a while then cry. I gave him the pacifier again but he still cried, then I gave him water but he still cried. I sing to him but that would not calm him down either (not that I have a bad voice, at least better than Daddy). At times I’ll just let him cry to see if he’ll get tired and stop crying. Guess I’m wrong…because he won’t stop crying.
Being a stubborn wife and mother, Darling will pester me to pick him up from the bed. I’m reluctant because I don’t want Jonathan to get used to carrying to sleep. But hearing and looking at him crying (until sniffing) and especially at night (my mom always advise me not to let baby cry too much at night), I have to pick him up. He will stop crying sometimes but still sniffing. After talking sense to him nicely (i.e. It’s already late, Mommy have to work tomorrow. Jonathan is tired, just close your eyes and sleep. Mommy put you down on the bed. Mommy is here, mommy will pat you to sleep and sing song to you. Ok, you don’t like Rock-a-bye, Mommy sing Twinkle Twinkle.) I put him down. Before his back touches the bed, he started crying again. The whole cycle go on and on. Pacifier…water…pat…sing…pick up…put down…cry…
He really tested my patience and only Darling knows how impatient I am. It’s already midnight. I just couldn’t bear with his nuisance so I spanked him on the buttock again. He knows it’s painful that he cried even louder. I made him looked at me straight on the face and lectured him. He knows mommy is scolding him so showed his “tut-tut” mouth.
Every time after I spanked him (only on his buttock or chubby hips) due to his mommy-cannot-understand act, I felt bad the next morning when I sit beside the baby cot looking at him sleeping so soundly, caressing his innocent face, stroking his head. I just wish for a supernatural brain to read his mind and understand his needs.
Jonathan boy, Mommy is sorry for making you cry. Mommy pray for Lord Jesus to teach me to be more patience with you and give me the wisdom in understanding you.
April 15, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 5 Comments
Right after I graduated, I came to work in KL. Since I can’t drive (eventhough I have a driving license) and I don’t have a car, I went to work by public transport, i.e. LRT/KTM & bus. After I’ve got married, I moved to Klang and is working Shah Alam (till now). Darling was working in TPM so we used to car pool. Such a nice feeling of having a “chauffer”. Wherever I want to go, Darling will drive me there.
In December last year, my “chauffer”decided to “resign”. He got a job in Klang but I’m still in Shah Alam. Two different direction which means he can’t send me to work anymore so I have to drive, which also means we need to get another car, which also means additional financial burden to us. So finally, we drove home our new car yesterday.
Well, I’m more independent now. Sometimes, I’ll just call him to say I’ll be late and he have to be home early to take care of Jonathan, as I’ll detour to Jusco, Tesco or Giant on my way home just for a few minutes hours of shopping. On the other hand, the naughty me can just pick up Jonathan boy and drive to a secret place if Darling ever makes me angry…muahahaha…
But I am being DEMOTED…of course lar! Demoted to a driver lor…from a Managing Director position to a Driver. Which means I can’t steal some time to nap while on the way to work anymore unless I have Knight Rider’s superb car.
Overall, I’m glad cause I can now be home early to spend time with Jonathan boy.
April 9, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 9 Comments
6 months…the beginning of another important milestone for Jonathan boy. At this stage, you can do more things with him and I just can’t wait for anything.
Jonathan boy weighs 8.7 kg now. He has grown but not much taller as what I’ve always hope for because both Darling and myself are kinda short not tall. He can still fit into the baby cot but because he is like a wiggling worm, we thought of moving him to sleep on his own bed so that he would have bigger space to turn and crawl around. But no hurry on that as it’s still good to put him in the baby cot so to “lock” him up. You see, he loves to grab and pull anything within his reach then into his mouth.
He can turn on both sides wonderfully so the next thing I’m expecting from him is pulling up and moving from a sitting position to being on all fours (is it too soon for that?). I don’t expect much on crawling on fours (although he is able to rock back and forth since 5.5 months) as some babies may skip this step.
I can’t wait to feed him solid and now I can start doing so. Without the knowledge of my paediatrician (yup, my paed quite strict on Jonathan’s diet), I’d quietly fed him some cereal, steamed apple and Babybites. I just can’t wait to give him more like porridge, potato, fish, etc. It’s so much fun to have him joining us on the dining table and seeing him eating especially when he show you the weird first-taste look.
He got a tooth and soon teeth! I’ve been trying to make face to him so he will open his mouth wide but still unable to capture a nice and clear picture. Anyway, one tooth is half way out and another tooth coming soon. It started while he was 5.5 months when I felt something sharp on his gum. I can now take out the Pigeon Baby Training toothbrush for him. I know he will loves it because anything in his hand will end up in his mouth.
April 4, 2008 - Posted by Julie - 4 Comments
I’ve got pressie from my Darling and Jonathan boy. Darling thinks that I don’t have a proper handbag to “show-off” at dinner/shopping so he got me this. I love it but I told him it’s not big enough to put Jonathan’s bottle and diaper. So now, he have to carry a backpack.
Darling told the promoter to remove the price tag but she left the purchase receipt in the plastic bag. So my advise to Darling, “Next time give the present only. Don’t give the plastic bag together….” 😆
Thank you lots, my love! But I’m not satisfied with the card, ok? Where’s the poem?
Look at this Jonathan boy…ready to go shopping with me.
Here, a message to my mom:
Thank you, Ma, for the labour pain 30 years ago. You have done a great job in nurturing a bunch of 6 princesses. We love you heaps!
