...when I couldn't get what I want ... lie on the floor and pretend to be upset.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
This is what I would do...
...when I couldn't get what I want ... lie on the floor and pretend to be upset.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
On Mummy's birthday...
On Mummy's birthday, we went to have yummy Japanese buffet in Plano (recommendation by Aunty Janie). It was really yummy, and I had chawamushi, some beancurd, egg sushi and of course lots of desserts. But I was really busy that day, busy looking around as you can see most of my photos are not sharp. I was moving around alot and mummy couldn't get a sharp shot of me :P
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Gymboree Class
Decided to sign Elliot up for Gymboree classes again. Hoping that it could expose him to new things and also learn to socialise with other kiddos. Sometimes i have no idea how to entertain him at home other then, letting him draw, play with his toys and watch his favourite Noggins and Sesame Streets programmes.
We went to a different Gymboree at Southlake, it is 2X bigger then the one we last went in Lewisville. We started with a preview of an Art Class, and I(Mummy) love it! Its not only about art and crafts, there's also storytime, singing, and this thing called tactile skills ( I think it is spelt and called "tactile). Basically, there's a big box that the teacher (Ms Julie) would fill up with different things each week. The first week, we had beans (how often do we get to play with beans!)and rubbery toy insects. The 2nd week we had water and balls! The exercise allows the kids to be able to feel different texture and have fun with them.
Elliot didn't get to enjoy the first lesson. I guess everything was very new to him (cos Mummy has him locked in the house for too long). He cried the moment we went into the room. Refuse to join in any activities except during snack time and held on to 2 playdo tools thru out the lesson. Oh, he did managed to join in during the tactile section. However, on the 2nd lesson, he started to play with the playdo and drew with the crayons. Hopefully, he'll get to enjoy the lesson more and more, if not Mummy will be the one doing the art work every lesson. Its quite fun actually, and I don't really mind :P
We continued with the gym class as well and this time, Elliot progressed into Level 4. According to his age, he should be in Level 5, but he doesn't seem ready. So we take it slow for him to enjoy his class better.
"Surprisingly" he didn't cry when we arrived. In fact he recognised the songs and couldn't wait to get into the gym. But when we got in, he quickly grab hold of 2 balls, one each in his hand, and sat in a corner by himself and play with them. He didn't even wanto explore the gym. Only managed to warm up after half an hr and joined the other kids when there was singing and bubble time(His favourite part of the class).
He did improved the 2nd lesson, still holding 2 balls though, but managed to explore the gym and particpated in some of the activities. I must say its quite an improvement for him already.
We went to a different Gymboree at Southlake, it is 2X bigger then the one we last went in Lewisville. We started with a preview of an Art Class, and I(Mummy) love it! Its not only about art and crafts, there's also storytime, singing, and this thing called tactile skills ( I think it is spelt and called "tactile). Basically, there's a big box that the teacher (Ms Julie) would fill up with different things each week. The first week, we had beans (how often do we get to play with beans!)and rubbery toy insects. The 2nd week we had water and balls! The exercise allows the kids to be able to feel different texture and have fun with them.
Elliot didn't get to enjoy the first lesson. I guess everything was very new to him (cos Mummy has him locked in the house for too long). He cried the moment we went into the room. Refuse to join in any activities except during snack time and held on to 2 playdo tools thru out the lesson. Oh, he did managed to join in during the tactile section. However, on the 2nd lesson, he started to play with the playdo and drew with the crayons. Hopefully, he'll get to enjoy the lesson more and more, if not Mummy will be the one doing the art work every lesson. Its quite fun actually, and I don't really mind :P
We continued with the gym class as well and this time, Elliot progressed into Level 4. According to his age, he should be in Level 5, but he doesn't seem ready. So we take it slow for him to enjoy his class better.
"Surprisingly" he didn't cry when we arrived. In fact he recognised the songs and couldn't wait to get into the gym. But when we got in, he quickly grab hold of 2 balls, one each in his hand, and sat in a corner by himself and play with them. He didn't even wanto explore the gym. Only managed to warm up after half an hr and joined the other kids when there was singing and bubble time(His favourite part of the class).
He did improved the 2nd lesson, still holding 2 balls though, but managed to explore the gym and particpated in some of the activities. I must say its quite an improvement for him already.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My Little Sibling has grow... (at 15weeks)
First pix: Can u see her thumb? Doctor said he/she is doing the thumb up!
2nd pix: He/She is a big baby already isn't he/she?
2nd pix: He/She is a big baby already isn't he/she?
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Why We Love 2-Year-Olds( An Essay by Jennier E. Bowman)
Found this interesting article that I think I should memorise it like a bible so that I'll be able to keep my sanity at all times. Elliot has yet achieve all that is mentioned, but could be capable of anytime.
Why We Love 2-Year-Olds: An Essay
By Jennifer E. Bowman
Here's Why We Love Them
Despite having what I consider expertise in the area (and being prepared for the worst), I still marvel at the way toddlers are equipped, at such a young age, to develop a mind completely of their own. So I do the only thing I can do: Try to maintain my sense of humor -- and my sanity -- by seeing her behavior in a new light. For instance:
* When she takes a running leap and lands on top of me, she is questioning whether she will always be able to lean on me. And because I always want her to know the answer is yes, I tolerate it.
* When she attempts to stick a bobby pin she's found into the light socket, she is exploring her world and trying to discover how things work. Perhaps she'll be an engineer one day.
* When she draws on the walls with a purple crayon, she is expressing her creativity. I try to think of her as an artist in training. And even more important, she is learning the value of leaving her mark on the world.
* When she breaks my favorite lamp and flashes her award-winning smile just as I am coming toward her, she is practicing her people skills. Perhaps she'll be a great politician (though I hope she'd be the rare kind who maintains integrity).
* When she climbs our chain-link fence with bare feet, she is proving that no challenge is too difficult for her to meet. And when I discover her playing in the yard of the neighbors who live behind us, she is reaching beyond her own little world, refusing to be provincial.
* When she lies on top of her 7-month-old sister, crushing the baby with enthusiastic hugs and kisses, she is unabashedly wearing her heart on her sleeve.
* When she insists I read The Little Engine That Could to her again, for the seventh time in a row, she is teaching me patience.
* When she dumps macaroni all over the kitchen floor, stops to acknowledge my "No!" by turning briefly to look at me, and then goes right back to what she was doing, she is showing her ability to follow through with a task.
* When she gets tickled over something I take for granted -- the toast popping up from the toaster when it's browned, for instance -- she is blessing me unaware. How many times have I longed to see the world through the eyes of a child once again? Thanks to her, I can.
* When I catch her trying to eat the cat's food, she is proving that she will not be a picky eater -- and that she has survival skills, which may come in handy later in life (especially if she ends up on some reality TV show).
* When she gleefully rips off her dry diaper, throws it in the sink, and races for the toilet, then refuses to sit on it, she is exercising her prerogative to change her mind.
* When I call her name and she immediately breaks into a sprint in the other direction, she is listening to her own inner voice and refusing to be a conformist.
* When she suddenly decides to throw a tantrum in the middle of a restaurant, she is teaching me humility. And that leftovers reheated later at home usually taste just as good as food served fresh.
* When she steps into my enormous shoes, which swallow her tiny feet, and clumsily tries to walk in them, she makes me reflect upon my great responsibility to provide a good role model for her to follow.
* And when she stands on the kitchen table with no pants on, refusing to even put on a diaper, and dances... well, I can only think the worst about that. So I try not to read too much into it, because I am choosing to remain positive.
Why We Love 2-Year-Olds: An Essay
By Jennifer E. Bowman
Here's Why We Love Them
Despite having what I consider expertise in the area (and being prepared for the worst), I still marvel at the way toddlers are equipped, at such a young age, to develop a mind completely of their own. So I do the only thing I can do: Try to maintain my sense of humor -- and my sanity -- by seeing her behavior in a new light. For instance:
* When she takes a running leap and lands on top of me, she is questioning whether she will always be able to lean on me. And because I always want her to know the answer is yes, I tolerate it.
* When she attempts to stick a bobby pin she's found into the light socket, she is exploring her world and trying to discover how things work. Perhaps she'll be an engineer one day.
* When she draws on the walls with a purple crayon, she is expressing her creativity. I try to think of her as an artist in training. And even more important, she is learning the value of leaving her mark on the world.
* When she breaks my favorite lamp and flashes her award-winning smile just as I am coming toward her, she is practicing her people skills. Perhaps she'll be a great politician (though I hope she'd be the rare kind who maintains integrity).
* When she climbs our chain-link fence with bare feet, she is proving that no challenge is too difficult for her to meet. And when I discover her playing in the yard of the neighbors who live behind us, she is reaching beyond her own little world, refusing to be provincial.
* When she lies on top of her 7-month-old sister, crushing the baby with enthusiastic hugs and kisses, she is unabashedly wearing her heart on her sleeve.
* When she insists I read The Little Engine That Could to her again, for the seventh time in a row, she is teaching me patience.
* When she dumps macaroni all over the kitchen floor, stops to acknowledge my "No!" by turning briefly to look at me, and then goes right back to what she was doing, she is showing her ability to follow through with a task.
* When she gets tickled over something I take for granted -- the toast popping up from the toaster when it's browned, for instance -- she is blessing me unaware. How many times have I longed to see the world through the eyes of a child once again? Thanks to her, I can.
* When I catch her trying to eat the cat's food, she is proving that she will not be a picky eater -- and that she has survival skills, which may come in handy later in life (especially if she ends up on some reality TV show).
* When she gleefully rips off her dry diaper, throws it in the sink, and races for the toilet, then refuses to sit on it, she is exercising her prerogative to change her mind.
* When I call her name and she immediately breaks into a sprint in the other direction, she is listening to her own inner voice and refusing to be a conformist.
* When she suddenly decides to throw a tantrum in the middle of a restaurant, she is teaching me humility. And that leftovers reheated later at home usually taste just as good as food served fresh.
* When she steps into my enormous shoes, which swallow her tiny feet, and clumsily tries to walk in them, she makes me reflect upon my great responsibility to provide a good role model for her to follow.
* And when she stands on the kitchen table with no pants on, refusing to even put on a diaper, and dances... well, I can only think the worst about that. So I try not to read too much into it, because I am choosing to remain positive.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
A nice outfit from Aunty Jenny
Its not very often that Elliot gets to dress up. So finally mummy gets the chance the "doll" him up as we will be attending baby Klifton 1st month celebration. This is actually a christmas present from Aunty Jenny, didn't get to wear them as the weather was too cold for the past few months.
Learning to build a sandcastle
Finally Elliot is old enough to play with sand and also to learn build some sandcastles with mummy. And Mummy finally get the chance to buy her long awaited tools to play with her son...
HE is still very new to this new activity, will only hold on to the spade and sit on the sand and explore, not much building yet... But he'll get there soon after some practice...
Didn't managed to take much photos as the battery were flat (mummy forget to charge). So till the next visit to the park, I'll take more pix and load them up. :)
HE is still very new to this new activity, will only hold on to the spade and sit on the sand and explore, not much building yet... But he'll get there soon after some practice...
Didn't managed to take much photos as the battery were flat (mummy forget to charge). So till the next visit to the park, I'll take more pix and load them up. :)
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