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Daphne
A WIN FOR KIASU PARENTING
I think my worst fears have come true and I’m turning into *that* kind of parent. You know, the kind that brings her kids to Popular to buy assessment books as presents.
We were there to look for some kiddie stamper whatchamacallits (What do people call them these days? Chops? Stamps?) and we walked past the assessment book aisle which I usually avoid like the plague. Let’s just say that I have very bad memories that involve this particular aisle and a very impressive collection of 10-year series.
I picked up one with picture of a rocket picture on the cover and mustered my most excitable mommy voice “Guys, would you like to get this really cool book? It’s got rockets WOOOO!! And you can practice your Math at the same time, cool right?” They looked at me dubiously but before they could protest, I was all “Ok, you can pick any book you want from this shelf. You know what? Just pick as many as you want and we’ll get it for you.”
They left the store with 2 books each. I’m guessing they won’t be anywhere as enthusiastic the next time we return to this aisle.
THREADING WITH CAUTION
Every so often, I put myself through the exquisite torture that is eyebrow threading. You’d think that this being 2013, with our advancements in human genome research and our ability to send all manner of animals to the moon, we should have developed a painless and permanent way of removing one’s stray eyebrow hairs from one’s face.
But no, we are still using a length of thread to do the job – the same kind of thread that the uncle uses to cut the egg in my Mee Rebus, I might add. Oh, and did I mention that the whole process is an exercise in pain endurance. In my books, there’s childbirth (pain level = 10), then there’s dentist visits (pain level = 8) and then followed by eyebrow threading (pain level = 7). The 15 minutes that I have to spend twitching involuntarily while the therapist attacks my eyelids is not my idea of fun.
I AM YOUR FATHER…
The husband looked real pleased as he came home with a Darth Vader mask the other day. That evening, he put on some black clothes, pulled the mask over his face and hid in the kids room armed with his red Vader lightsaber in pitch darkness. The plan was for me to lure the kids into the room with some lame excuse and the moment they walk in, we’d play the Imperial March in the background while the husband does his heavy breathing and turns on his lightsaber with the “whoosh” sound dramatically.
They were both visibly stunned for a moment before Kirsten grabbed her brother and whispered in his ear “Wah, very scary man…” In true Jedi fashion, Truett valiantly grabbed his Luke Skywalker lightsaber and slashed off Lord Vader’s limbs in one killer move.
The force is strong in this one.
Finn turns 7 months tomorrow and I just realized that since he was born, I haven’t once checked Babycenter to keep track of his developmental milestones. I used to do it all the time when Truett and Kirsten were babies – get all excited at each new milestone and document all their firsts.
I guess all those things they say about parents with 3 kids are all true. By the time the third kid comes along, whether they crawl or stand at the right age isn’t as big of a deal.
But better late than never right? So here’s baby Finn’s 7th-month developmental update:
– He’s always got a smile for everyone. He’s been like that since he was a month old. If anyone stops to pay him any attention, he’ll break into the widest smile to make them feel real special. I’ve lost count of how many girls he’s made shriek “SO CUTE, HE’S SMILING AT ME!!” with that charming grin of his.
– He’s unbelievably playful. Some might call it unstoppable. He needs constant interaction and even when he’s sitting down with a toy in hand, he’ll be kicking his legs in a frenzy.
– He’s a proficient flipper. He doesn’t know how to crawl yet so the only way he moves from one point to another is to flip over and over like a stick of satay on the grill.
– He sits up relatively well. Occasionally, he falls over on his face (on the bed, relax) which makes the 2 bigger kids laugh their heads off.
– He adores Truett and Kirsten. They’re like his favorite people in the whole world.
– He’s trying to talk by making “bleh bleh blehhh” sounds with his tongue. It’s mostly gibberish but his sing-song intonation is super cute.
– His sleep patterns are like that of an infant. At 7 months, he still wakes up 3-4 times a night for boob chewing sessions. I don’t know how I’ve put up with this for so long.
– He’s still on breastmilk exclusively, with a bowl of baby rice puree in the morning. These days, he eats carrots, peas, pumpkins and avocados. Baby steps.
– He has no teeth. Not even one. Nothing in there but gums.
– He’s very grabby. He’s got the reflexes of a ninja and grabs everything in sight. When I try to remove anything from his iron grip, he’ll make his fake crying face in slow motion before bursting into tears. It’s actually cuter than it sounds.
– He loves music and his all-time favorite song is Head & Shoulders, Knees and Toes.
– He giggles easily and often. Which immediately turns my heart into mush.
