cookie monster

its 20 after 2... a rainy afternoon on a public holiday.... junior is sleeping in his net swingy thing, THE WIFE is having prawn crackers, george micheal is singing "father figure" on the radio and i am just doing what i do best... nothing... i guess to be a father, i should have a fatherly figure... sitting around doing nothing and stuffing meself silly will give me that figure soon enough... hmmm

junior turned 7 months today... yup, it was seven months ago that junior came to be... and seven and one day ago that this sign was refering to the one in the driver seat and not the little one in the car seat.... junior loves car rides... if he is in his car seat, all strap in and with his little bean pillow, he would fall asleep as soon as we hit the road... if THE WIFE has him in her lap, he would want to be held standing up and see the other cars zoom by, pushing the power window button and bascially have a good time laughing and baby talking to himself...

nowadays, junior cant fall asleep in his own cot... everytime when we get home, usually around ten at night, junior would be cranky because he just dont wanna sleep.... THE WIFE and i would take turns entertaining him while we go about doing our stuffs... and after his nightly feed, we would put junior down between THE WIFE and meself (still kicking and screaming, junior... not me) and pretend to sleep... after about ten minutes, junior would take the hint, clam down and fall asleep..... he would be sleeping between us till his next feed, about 5 the next morning.....

we started junior on solids a few weeks back... he wasnt too keen at first but nowadays we would feed him porridge, mash potatos, pumkims and bits of fruits... but i think his fravoite is still the biscuits... he would hold it with both his hands, try to get the whole piece into his mouth... fail, suck on it a little, take it out stare at it for a while and then try to get it into his mouth again...

mini me

its 15 to 2 on a labour day afternoon.... THE WIFE is putting junior to sleep after his feed and i am lazing around doing what i enjoying doing best on a public holiday afternoon... nothing... the funny thing with doing nothing is, no matter how much time i spend doing it, nothing never gets done... theres always more nothing to do... hmmm...


junior just turned 6 months yesterday... and its been one milestone after another the past few weeks... junior first learnt to flip over somewhere last month... then he went one size up on the diapers.... yup he is wearing L now... thank goodness there is XXL now, i reckon he would outgrow L in two months time and then outgrow XL in another four months time... that would mean he would need the XXL in six months time, when he turn one or thereabouts.... hmmm.... lets not think about what he would wear when he outgrows XXL... we will cross that bridge when we get to it...

junior hasnt been poo-ing much the last couple of weeks, he would go once or maybe twice in two weeks... scarry when you think about it, where does all the milk and cereal goes if it doesnt come out the other end? junior seems fine though, even the doc says that its okay as long as he is behaving fine, feeding well and not too cranky... junior likes to taste things now... apples, papayas, watermelons, his rattles, his old man's watch when he can get it into his mounth..... the thing with junior not poo-ing is that changing him has become a rarity... it has sort of became a privilege to change him... if i timed it correctly, i can go two even three weeks without having to change a crappy diapper... but then junior would be full of crap... hmmmm....

junior is just starting to be able to sit on his own... although for short periods of time, he is able to sit in his own high chair and join us for dinner... nothing for him from the table though... usually we would give him a soup spoon and he would be contented to just stick it into his mouth, chew on it a little, take it out, bang on the table a little, chew on it somemore, bang on the table some more and then throw it on the floor and starts to wail... that routine would give THE WIFE time to just finish dinner and then carry him on her lap.... sooo..... are we training him to sit alone and give us time to eat dinner? or is he training us to eat our dinner fast and carry him?... hmmm.....