In a couple of days, the little one turns 17 months. I'm now getting memories on facebook from a year ago when he was just a wee bub!
I love seeing how he has grown so much. He seems to have put on the weight he lost since the hospitalisation, and eats better than before I started working. He loves noodles, fruit, and bread, will take oats (unless he sees something else he likes, then will point at that instead), and stopped eating rice and porridge.
Today, for lunch he had 1/3 of a cheese scallion scone from Cedele, half a banana, some soup from a pork xiao long bao at Din Tai Fung, some soup and noodle from my beef noodles, and a few bites of prawn pancake. I was so happy with his appetite!
He's such a happy boy and is quick to flash his pearly whites in a charming smile. He flutters his eyes when you ask him to show his beautiful eyes, and sometimes will open his mouth wide open when you ask him to open his mouth. He can point to his nose (and say NO!) and sometimes pokes his finger in his nostril, and sometimes points to his mouth, ears and head (flutters his eyes when you ask him to point to his eyes haha).
And he has discovered how to scream and cry, pulling out the waterworks when something doesn't go his way. Take away something he is holding? Scream and cry. Pick him up when he wants to walk? Scream and cry. Put him down when he wants to be held? Scream and cry. Thankfully it is still relatively easy to distract him, especially when daddy is around. +3 has this amazing ability to make the little one laugh out loud.
Things he recognises- "airplane!" when he hears the roar of a plane flying by, "arh kor!" at the aircon, "lai!" at the light, "beh!" at the bread when he wants to eat. He also says "eee!" when I show him his poopy diaper lol.
As he lies in bed sleeping while I type this post, I can't put into words how incredibly blessed I feel to have my own little family and home. Now I know what it feels like when parents describe this deep love and joy that comes with having children.