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Yesterday, we went to order our very own car, a simple sedan car and Im gonna have my very own seat.. Haa.. Mom intends to do a child lock on the left side of the car door, since I like to play with the door so much... thats the dangerous part. Anyway, I would say this is supposingly a good and cheap decent family car probably in town for now. We are quite pleased with our choice. This will be the colour of our car, ready in late Oct. As Daddy proceeds the documentation with the dealer, I was havin fun in one of its sport series..

Mom likes to take picture of me but usually Im not really co-operative enough. I will fidget here and there and even attempted to take over the camera from Mom.. Basically, Im only interested in seeing photos and videos from Handphones but I dun want to be part of them. Obviously until now, I have no idea that the baby in Mom's Handphone are just me, this little rascal. Probably in the months to come, I will pose for nicer pictures.

Once in a blue moon, I will take Mommy's bolster to hug and sleep. Just now, I made a request to Mommy asking for her bolster (in fact this bolster was put as a spare on my bed, in case I start to "fight" with Mommy over a bolster). So she handed this bolster to me and complained, "Mommy has no bolster now after you'ver taken this"... I stared at Mommy for a good 1 min and exclaimed, "There Mommy, your bolster!" with my finger pointing at Mommy's bed. No doubt this statement did hit her for awhile; but Mom thought to herself - Ray is not that blur afterall. So sometimes, there is really no room for lies as eventually they will come back parents like us...

Not sure if this is out of fun or do I really love my milk so much... Last weekend, we went to buy milk powder. Right after payment, I stopped the cashier from putting the can of milk powder into a plastic bag. I yelled at the top of my voice, demanded to take the can of powder by myself... So throughout the whole journey from the shop to home, I was carrying this can of milk powder... Imagine the pairs of eyes staring at me, all amused by the sight of it, cant help but to giggle at me. Of course they must be wondering - why did this weirdo Mommy allow her own son to carry such a heavy can of milk powder... Anyway, Mom chose to let me have my way rather than leaving me bawling on the streets, yelling for milk and at the end of the day Mommy get herself all frustrated and upset for nothing... Looking at me as I made my way back home; having this "gigantic" can in my arms happily... dun think Mom will ever bother the critics from the public...

The flashcards which Mom had bought finally came to a good use. I started to get "addicted" to it. Every now and then, I took them out and showed one card after another to Mommy. Actually, I am not attracted to the pictures on the cards but rather the alphabets. Everytime Mom placed the card with picture facing up, I will flip the card back to the alphabet side and place them on the floor. So does it mean I will be a man with words of wisdom.... Wahahaahaaa... Anyway, Mom started to speak proper clear English to me. She will not say no to correct me but rather speak the right pronounciation or correct phrase after me; irregardless if I had pronounced it wrongly or used the wrong word... This is what she had learnt from one of the parenting books. By saying "No, it should be..." will discourage a toddler like me. By speaking the right word over and over again to me; eventually it will go right into my mind, stored in a "hard disk drive" for good corresponde...

Honestly, it's never easy to take pictures of me ever since my hyperactive days started... So, Mom starts her "training" by showing me pictures every after photoshoots of me. Well, this way I will be more "eager" to pose, smile as I am always looking forward to every effect of the picture. So at the end of the day, it makes it easier and faster for Mom to take snap shots rather than, keep sayin, "Ray, look here, smile... see...etc.." Most of the times, I cant be bothered what she is talking about...

As mentioned before, No more highchairs and even if I do sit on a highchair, it wun be long... I'll get impatient and try to stand up and eventually ways and means to escape from my seat... But if I am given a proper seat at a restaurant or cafe, things would have been a little bit more gentle... My passion for fried foods... wow... no one can ever imagine. Its not good as Mom knows but it pains her heart when I was not given the food which I yearn to eat... so she relented eventually. One of my hot favorites will be French Fries... Everytime, Mom will place them neatly on a piece of serviette; brush off the excessive salt and "blow" to cool them down; ensure they are not too hot for my body... Well,.... again, heay stuffs are heaty afterall, Mom... DUH!

Mommy got some bruises on her knee; I spotted them right away. The next moment, I "sayang" (touched gently with tender loving care) her knee and kissed on the bruise... This really surprised Mom and she was really dumbfounded at this sight... I asked Mom, "xxxxxx blah blah blah, Okay?" No doubt she knows nuts about where my words were leading to, but she guess I must be saying something "okay, now that I had kissed you, you must have felt better yeah..."

Since so many of my scholmates celebrated their birthdays in school, not only the "goodie baf" (gift pack) excites me but I grow a liking towards birthday song and like to sing along whenever I see a BIG Round cake with all the decor.. that makes it look like a Birthday Cake. Of course I didnt have a good pronounciation still and Mom is trying to correct this part...

As time passes by, Mom can see the tremendous growth in me... Once upon a time, I was still a tiny little baby. Then, I went through my 1st grand birthday followed by a simple yet memorable 2nd birthday... From little cries to babbles and now, simple short phrases... I started speak not only English and Mandarin (Chinese Language) as well. I used numbers in English but start from "Two Three Four Five Six... etc" and the "One" in front just didnt come out from my mouth. Mom thought perhaps, I depend on the teacher/mentor whom taught me to read after her "One", which I ended up starts with "Two"...etcIn Chinese Language, I used 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...etc. Catch this video attached above. Seems be enjoying numbers very well indeed.

Not much of baby biscuits now, instead Mom bought healthy "adult" biscuits for me now. At times, I will some of Daddy's cookies... Well, somehow I started to turn baby biscuits away as well. Perhpas they are more bland since my tastebuds are getting more sensitive. Well, as long as the biscuits are healthy and full of neccesary vitamins, Mom will never hesitate to buy for me... Sometimes she would spend that few more dollars to get some premium nice cookies for me... probably spoiling me to a certain extent but which Mommy will not want their child to have the best of everything... Anyway, Im a greedy boy.. so long its delicious, I will never let it slip off. Hahahahha Here are some delicious biscuits which Im pampered with now... Some of them are extracted from Manufacturer's websites and others from beautiful webbies...

I no longer like to be trapped in the stroller or babychair anymore during mealtimes; be it at home or even outdoors... Once in a blue moon, I may agree to sit on the highchair at restuarants or fastfood chains... I would prefer to sit on the bench and feel like any grown-up kid; to have my own set of meal served in front of me and eat by myself. Very often, I will make a mess out of it. So, Mom will try to feed me as much as possible since we are in the public place... Only sometimes at home, I am allowed to eat by myself... In any case, I am eating bymyself in childcare centres, so shouldnt be a major problem when it comes to ability to self-feed. See how overjoyed I felt when I can sit at the same level as Mommy & Daddy...

My playpen was packed for good; to be hand down to Yee Yee... whom is tying the knot soon next year. I hope to have a little baby cousin soon. Errr, I wish to have a mei mei though so Yee Yee Work Harder! So now I ended up sleeing on a small mattress; used to be my playpen mattress. Strangely, I do find comfort on this little pad though. Probably in time to come, Mom will buy a better mattress for me. Now, we have space constraints in our master bedroom and probably, just have to make the best out of it for the moment... How nice if we can move into a new house with a more spacious master room...

Mommy took leave from office yesterday and we went out with Aunty Sammi again... Yeay! (Childcare Centre closed for Teacher's Day). The next closure will be on Children's Day. Well, of course I had a great time with Javier at his place. We played toys together and I can see Javier gave in to me very much... Probably because Im too cute to resist... Hahahaaa... Aunty Sammi had a part in this. He kept reminding Javier to give in to me and willingly; Javier did it. I feel ashamed though or perhaps Mom does. I didnt really give in much and Mom thought I should learn to share more. Seems like, I am not that "self-less" afterall and even with my own parents; I sometimes do feel reluctant to share; example my delicious biscuits... I rode on Javier's mini car.. Initially he wanted to ride with me... but because he was being taught to share his things with friends, he rather took a box full of lego and sat on it instead (pretend the box of lego is also a mini car). As I ...

Today is 1st Sep 2009; my 1st Teacher's Day. A day for us children to thank all the teachers, not only in Primary / Secondary / Junior / University; but I would like to thank all the childcare teachers in the world - whom had taken good care of us while our Mommies/Daddies toiled hard in the outside world. It provides security to all the working mothers/fathers; they can be assured we are in good hands. Mom used to feel very upset; when she left me (hardheartedly) crying in the childcare centre as she left for work. I did not allow anyone to carry me or even come near me. I would cling close to Mommy. Now, I still want Mommy to accompany me into the centre; stay with me for a 10 min or so... Then I will bid goodbye to Mommy with a nod to acknowledge my understanding that; she will fetch me in about 12 hours right after she knocked off. I started to enjoy the teachers' company. Whenever she comes to fetch me; I will be seen playing with Teachers happily. At least now, she can se...