I was behind the wheel in the Ang Mo Kio area on our way to a public holiday screening of Thor, when Ling received a call from a friend, also a new mom learning the ropes, on some questions about baby food recipes. I was only half-listening, but the both of us chuckled when at one point, Ling replied on the phone that Hannah can be anything but an angel, and we’d only been blogging about the good parts of life with our baby girl!
And that’s really the truth. Like everyone else, parenting has had its ups and downs, just that one tends to read more of the former than latter here. Here’s just a sampling:
– Hannah making a terrific din when Mommy has to step out of the house, even for a few minutes, and she’s left at home with Daddy.
– Hannah playing with her water bottle and spilling water over the floor, sofa, table etc.
– Hannah stepping on Daddy’s notebook, literally. Partially my fault, as I work in the living room these days, and dinner times, the notebook gets temporarily placed on the floor.
– Hannah refusing to finish her dinner, despite Ling dishing out some really creative inventions for her.
– Hannah pushing the RESET button of Daddy’s PC while he’s doing work.
– Takes a lot of effort to get her to keep her toys!
Hmm. Now that I articulate it though; while I don’t have a reference point considering Hannah’s our own child, I at least count myself lucky that Hannah still gives us what I suppose is a relatively easy time. Things could be much, much worse! We’re grateful for the numerous small mercies. E.g.
– I’ve successfully taught Hannah how to apologize when she does something wrong.
– Hannah takes an interest in the notebook, and will rush to help me set it up, e.g. plugging in the power and USB cables, in the living room.
– She still sleeps relatively well every night, though on a few occasions she’s woken up with momentary wailings. Mostly just baby versions of bad dreams I think.
Oh, and finally – recent pictures in the last week. =)
This post reminds me of the time Garrett, just shy of three years old, awoke from a mid-day nap and rifled through his mother’s make-up case, the palette of choice for aspiring toddler artists the world round. He then indulged in what must have been one of the world’s most intense creative endeavors ever imposed upon a bedroom interior. His limited vocabulary at the time did nothing to discourage him from producing lavish interpretations of the English language on all available flat surfaces, and his keen if crude motif of black mascara humans rendered in stick-man form, accompanied by scarlet red lipstick pine trees and a bold sun in orange fingernail polish, made quite the impression on the bedroom floor. An arousing amalgamation of a dozen perfumes and fragrances mixed and dashed together into one overpowering scent to rule them all underlined the enormity of our child’s transgressions and left irreparable scars upon our olfactory systems.
All this in a matter of 10 minutes!
I totally understand what a toddler is capable of when left on his own even for a few seconds! But wow, what an unforgettable moment in his growing up years. And I’m sure it has become fond memory for the both of you :P