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I had my first set of crayons (non-toxic) and JUMBO enough for my tiny fingers to hold. Mom has been looking high & low for Jumbo Crayons... She was looking at Crayola intially but only found out about the jumbo size right after she bought this set from the opposite stationery shop. Anyway, these crayons are for me to do some scribbling & important of all, a SUBSTITUTE for pens... Most corners/parts of the house has my "piece of artwork" includes Daddy's duvan, doors, sliding doors, etc... As ink will leave a permanent mark on most materials, Mom decides crayons will be the best for now since am using the same in school now.

Good habits & mannerism start within the family; will eventually mould a child into a fine young man/lady - that's one of Mom's beliefs. Well behaved, naughty character are besides the point. Parents are role models which their dear children look upon as they grow up together with them. Hence, family forms a very important part of every child's life. Mom makes a point to teach me good mannerism & social etiquette since young. Even though sometimes, I may not understand much. But at least I do try sometimes to speak after Mom like, "Excuse me", "Thank you", "Im sorry"...etc. Even when Im having my meal... if I do use my hand, I'll "copy" Mom by putting another hand over to prevent any crumbs/foods from falling off my mouth. Sounds girlish? Nah, I guess there are men out there doing the same & they are just being too fussy about cleanliness & they cannot stand a dirty table right in front of them, just like Daddy. An...

We were caught in the rain this morning while on our way home. Okay, NO Umbrellas... Mom & Dad didnt have a choice but to request an extra plastic bag from the mart... to cover my head. The part that puzzled the both of them was; when Daddy told me that this plastic bag is my raincoat, I have to allow this plastic thingy to be over my head for a good 10mins or so while being strolled in the rain, I relented. I never really fancy hats/caps unless its a hot weather whereby I need a good shade; I never like to have anything on my head. Right after we entered the shelters, Daddy removed the plastic bag gently from my head. I didnt show my impatience either. So they thought I must have some understanding about rain. And of course! They had missed out this; no doubt its drizzling only, but my hands & legs were hit my the rain drops too. So, I do know rain will make me wet... Covering my head with a plastic bag is to protect myself from falling sick, BUT also to prevent my head from g...

Yummy cakes! HANS sugar swiss roll; Mom's favorite as they are so soft and sweet. Errm, of course mine will be no-sugar roll. See how I enjoyed them!

First encounter with honey stars of Nestle; its a very tasty snack though. But I never eat it anymore after that. Reason? It is not the taste I want afterall. Everytime, Mom took out the box, I will say - " Dun want .." to her. Usually for foods that I fancy, I will chase Mom for more or tap my bowl to remind her that it is empty & needs refill (of food). Mom does not really understand the actual logic behind. But she'll try to buy another flavour next time. I still prefer my Kellogg's Froot Loops... Anyway, I started to be extremely choosy about foods now. Time to introduce more styles into my food.

Usually, I will play with a "toy" for awhile before I turn in. Recently, my new toy turns out to be an empty J&J lotion bottle. I attempted to "dig" out the lotion with my tiny fingers and literally apply them on my skin. Even when its time to sleep, I will not allow Mom to take the empty bottle away from me. I would rather hold it in my arms and carry it to sleep together with my bolster. Well, Mom knows my habit. So, she chose to let it be so that I will sleep. Otherwise, I will (again) make a hell lot of noise, eventually get punishment/scolding long enough in order to sleep. She tries not to scold nor punish me nowadays... Patience starts to kick in somehow.. see if Mom can withstand my really bad temper.

Pi cture derived from Mr Bean Singapore ... One of my hottie favourites - pancake from Mr Bean, and it must be red bean paste. I also like black bean paste "Pau" as well. Anything to do with bean paste in short. Each time we are out; Mom surely buys pancake for me. Actually, it is very filling but somehow because of its soya bean smell, I love to eat very much. Actually, Mr Bean has many different delicious flavours (see below). Mom decides to let me try other flavours in future. I cant wait to eat it!!!

I had asked to pray before I sleep recently. I will say "bai-bai" (pray in Mandarin) to Mommy when she tries to turn me in to bed. Okay, she has no choice but to bring me out to burn joss sticks & pray together with me. Its good of course and Mom would like to pray for my constant good health and of course.. pray that I will learn to be less naughty and cunning. All these are in my character. Talk about changing me??

When we talk about children's resemblance to their parents; most of them are either 100% to one parent or none to both (hey, you will be surprised there is!). For me, since newborn; most people commented about my resemblance to Daddy. They were saying, I am close to 100% to Daddy. Mom shares the same sentiments. But as I grow older, Mom began to find that most of the features I have; actually resembles more to her... Uhmm, this is not said out of plain jealousy. But perhaps, I would say my character will be towards Daddy's side. Looks wise, my face changes as time passes by... Probably its the shape of her face together with high cheek bones; which I had taken over from Mom... together with her eyes.

I have this tendency of eating my food as fast as possible. In school, I am always the FIRST to finish! Thats why, I will have indigestion sometimes. Even bowel movements are affected. This is an inheritance from Daddy. Uhmmm... Its not because I am scared of my food being snatch (as what other older folks like to say).. But being greedy by nature; I want to eat faster so that I can ask for more right after I finish the same food. Hard to change this type of habit. Some babies use one hand to eat. But I use both my hands to feed myself...Where's the logic? Again, using both hands to feed means I can eat at a faster speed; and ask for more food as well.

Everytime I touch something, throw something or done something wrong, I quickly put my hands behind. Haaa.... If my hands do not make it in time to be at my back, they will be "beaten" or "shoot" by Mommy. This is one of the punishments which Mom will give if I misbehave. And of course, I will say a loud "NO" to Mom if she wants to hit my hand/s. Well, I cannot escape any of the "hits" of course. Its because of my naughty behaviour, she does not have a choice but to introduce this "hit-the-hand" technique. At the end of the day, it still fails because my hands will be automatically put at the back before she even realised its me. Even Daddy can see the "cunning" side of me. But when comes to punishments/hits, Daddy is really strict. Mom has to either walk away or pretend not to hear anything. Sometimes it does breaks Mom's heart when Daddy hits me or scolds me. But what to do? Mom does not have the heart to hit me real har...

In school (cc), I am a busybody as per my form teacher's feedback. When am back at home, its unchanged. I like to poke into everybody's business Mom's cooking, my maid's chores, Daddy's fixes (all over the house)... to Mommy's surfing of internet, ...etc. Well, its normal for a 2 year old toddler of course. This also proves that I am normal. However, sometimes Mom & Dad may find me a "nuisance"... because I tend to disturb them, throw their stuffs on the floor, to the dustbin and sometimes even spoils their stuffs. Just Mom's Handphone alone, was thrown several times to the floor by me. I was being punished many times and now, the moment I see Mom's Handphone, I will hand it over to her by hand. Daddy's CDs were once and twice messed up by me... of course I had my own deserts as well. And now, if I want to take any CDs, it will be MY own CDs (baby lullaby). I wont dare to touch Daddy's anymore since I will get a severe scolding. In ...

My baby cot has turned into a toddler bed now. From the highest level to mid-level and thereafter the most bottom level. Honestly, I seldom sleep in my own bed anymore. I prefer to sleep on a mattress (on the floor); probably its cooling this way. And, Mom thought my cot seems to look very "restrictive" to me. So, she decides to convert it into a toddler bed. Kinda weird actually because, the side of the frame seems to look filmsy.. Nevertheless, my bed is pushed to sit beside Mom's bed every night. This way, I can "sleep with Mom" and at the same time, I wont fall off the bed.

Yeah, I shared the same eyes as Mommy; with double eyelids hid beneath our eyes... But because I have some very mild eye infection, I started to have double eyelids and well, Mom thought I do look better with them. Anyway, with the lids folded in makes me a "single eyelid" boy, with fats around my eye area. To mom, I still look cute as ever but she hopes I have nice-looking eyes. Daddy was single eyelid initially... so "no hopes" should be harbour.. But as he aged, now he began to have double eyelids. Reason? Apparently, the skin (which is old aged skin...) becomes loose and started to fold into his eyes... This is what Daddy had told Mommy. Benefit of doubt...

This morning when I woke up, I wanted to sit down at the dining table to draw / write instead... Well, not that I dislike my own table but I feel more like "an adult" when I do so. Especially when Mommy is writing, I wanted to follow her, so I ended up at the dining table with her. Of course its rather dangerous as just recently, I pulled the table cloth & broke a cup. Well, unless Mommy is around with me; otherwise, I wont be allowed to sit at the dining table by myself without supervision.

Orajel® Toddler Training Toothpaste will replace my First Teeth Toothpaste... As I grow older; seems like First Teeth is no longer working right with me anymore. I starts to have "bad breath" which is honestly not very healthy during this hot season.. So, for a change; Mom decides I should give Orajel a try. My teeth looks "white" but uhmmm... not straight. Probably due to biting of my lips (instead of pacifier)...Mom has to take special note when the adult teeth come (nah, few years later lah..., Mom) I am still with the daily routine of brushing my teeth day & night. The only difficult part is, I started to ask for the toothpaste instead from Mom, wanting to help myself with the toothpaste... Eventually, the paste did not appear on the toothbrush. Instead, traces of toothpaste was found on my body! Yes, body. And on my lap. I am too fast for Mom to react. Hence, I am finally banned from touching the toothpaste until I learn how to "squeeze" them fro...

I was trained to use my right hand... the glad thing is - I am using right hand to write now. Once in awhile, I use my left hand. But Mom will do her best to correct & remind me saying, "Use the other hand", means to use the right hand. My form teacher commented on the way I hold the pen... she said, "The way Ray holds his pen; looks so sweet..." For a moment, Mom was like, "Huh??? So sweet?" So, teacher clarified saying, "He looks somehow refined and yet careful wen he really set his pen down to (trying) to write something... " Anyway, Mom thought the way I hold my pen, looks kinda weird though... I dunno but she noticed; I seem to have somekind of "procedures" in holding pen, even my own toothbrush. I will ensure my finger touches a certain area of the pen/toothbrush, while the other finger hold the pen/toothbrush --- seems to make the grip more stable in one way or the other before I starts to write or brush my teeth. By far, t...

Finally, I got my toy bus! Mom was searching high & low for a suitable toy bus. She went from store to store; ended up at Kiddy Palace. A toy bus that costs less than SGD 10.00; which actually keeps me occupied almost half of the day... Initially, she thought of getting a bus that costs slightly more. But come to think of it; I have too many toys now. To me, important thing is - the bus can move on its wheels as I push... But thanks to Aunty Sammi's advice; to check the edges of the toy bus to have smooth finishes in order to play it safely. Okay, this bus fits in. A small bus but compact enough for me to hold it in my hands whenever I go, since I like to hold my favourite toy/s in my hands most of the time... (without playing it)

After bath, Mom will apply lotion for me. And I am her best helper because I will apply myself... Errmmm, of course its a mess. But well, she sees it as a learning process. The worst part is, I refused to let go after applying all over my body... I even put on my face, hair... etc. If Mom resists, I will scream and cry... I will hid the bottle of lotion behind my back and stopped Mom from keeping... Well, she has to do it by force... Thats why, reading up some Early Childhood books maybe good... She is looking forward to it in the library or perhaps Borders.

Hee, so funny. I tried to wear my own diapers today... Dunno if this is from the childcare centre.. But Mom suspected that; they probably wear my diapers while I am standing! Thats really weird because there is no way or at least difficult to wear a diaper when a baby is standing... If not, how do u explain why am I attempting to wear my diaper whilst I stand? No wonder, sometimes, the diapers are not worn properly.. sometimes too tight. Anyway, will need to send some feedbacks on this and find out more... More to the rationale behind this.

Yeah, I supervise my own maid, to clean the kitchen cabinets. Perhaps due to my character; am a cleanliness freak, I have to say. I cannot stand any type of dirt. Not even residue or a grain of rice left in my bowl of soup; I will ask Mom to pick them up. Well, not a bad thing afterall. Am I perfectionist?

Today, I hurt my forehead as I fell down during an outdoor activity... Being impatient, I guess its normal for me then. Not the first time though... I either hurt my knee, elbow, and now forehead... Recently, got 2 more mosquito bites... So irritating that I kept pestering Mommy for the Balsam . Seems not really that effective afterall (again)... Not even Calamine Lotion. But for the fun of it, I kept asking for the 2 of them... There's once, I secretly took the Calamine Lotion. I ended up applying all over my leg as if spreading butter to the bread... So Mom thought, "No wonder Ray's so quiet by himself as he's busy..."