More teeth are finally, finally sprouting for Squirt after months of waiting. In the last month, we counted at least 3 upper teeth making their way out of his gums all at the same time. That being said, Squirt has also been drooling a lot but so far, has not quite lost his appetite for food or get ultra-cranky from his teething bouts.
He is still one of the happiest little tots I have ever come across; one who is always smiling, laughing and quite generous with his hugs and affection. He even enjoys getting his teeth brushed and always look forward to that – a very distinct difference from his sister who used to cry bloody murder for a good month before she would willingly allowed us to put the toothbrush anywhere near her mouth.
Squirt still babbles and although he does not seem to be in any big hurry to belt out his vocabulary just yet, he does have quite a good understanding of what we mean when we speak to him,. For sure he understands being scolded as he would then break out into the most miserable, saddest and weepiest cry he could muster. With tears too!
He is happy to just troop around as he busies himself with stack-up cups, his little car or whatever else he could find to amuse himself. He tends to suck him thumb when he is hungry, tired or sleepy and of late, and we have noticed several times now that he has got broken skin on his hand because of his thumb-sucking habit.
I am not sure if this is something I should worry about, and I do hope that this is something that will pass soon enough.
From time to time, I find such amusement when I watch him feed himself. At this point, I am no longer bothered by mess and it is quite a joy to watch him explore his food. He seems to be enjoying what is put on his plate. Mess and all. I can only hope that he continues with this and not give us any problem with food and chewing as those fangs make their way through!
At 16 months, the traits of being a boy has started to make quite distinct mark on our lives.
This must have been one of the longest breaks from blogging I have ever had in ages and travelling is not one of the reasons as to why there has been a lack of posting in the last 7 days.
The truth is, I just have been plain busy. Between my new job, juggling kids and trying to manage a household amongst other things, I have also been really busy trying to make time to fine-tune and re-organise my new blog site PLUS doing a little cramming to get a certification of some sort after working hours.
My stress level has since sky-rocketed since I left my old job. Coming home by 6.30pm has been quite a feat these days. It does feel like I am biting more than I can chew.
But, despite all that, I’m actually happy. I don’t think I have felt at peace with myself for a long time, and yet in spite all the challenges thrown my way, I still feel all fired up and ready to tackle the day when I get up in the morning.
That’s always a good sign.
The downside is, I am really struggling to find time to pen down my thoughts for a few posts which I have half drafted since 2 weeks ago and haven’t got the time to write them all up. At the same time, I really can’t wait to officially migrate to my new site and invite you over. At this point, it that’s not going to happen so soon.
My goal is to get my new site up and running, hopefully in a matter of weeks and when it does, I hope you will like it.
Meantime, please do excuse me for the lack of updates.
On this one rare occasion, we allowed Spud to eat her small cup of chocolate ice-cream as she sat at the back of the car, in the comfort and safety of her car seat, while the car was still in motion.
As Spud was happily eating away , thrilled that she had the ice-cream all to herself while ignoring her little brother’s little whines as he gave her his deathly stare and eyeing her treat rather unhappily, we suddenly heard this:
“Papa. Why you do that? How will I eat?”
I have been busy yakking with Silver Bullet until then and had missed that little commotion. Boy! The little lady sounded annoyed.As it turned out, Silver Bullet had hit a bump on the road. And so, because of the bump, she had been unable to spoon the ice-cream into her mouth properly!
We laughed, Silver Bullet apologized , told her he’d be careful and went on our merry way. We shook our heads and grinned our little grins; still can’t quite believe the words that were uttered and the tone that came with it.
What a kid.
There were no more bumpy encounters and she finished her ice-cream in no time at all; of course complete with a little mess on her face and shirt. She then fell asleep soon after giving me her empty ice-cream cup. And just like we had expected, the cheeky monkey woke up from her nap screaming her head off.
