blue black

its 10 minutes to midnight on 9th august.... THE WIFE is breast feeding junior and i am just hacking away at the computer.... we just came back from the new jacky chan chris tucker movie, rush hour 3.... funny movie... THE WIFE and i are sort of making up for lost movie time, we caught two movies in two weeks... before junior came along, we were catching movies every other week, nowadays its every other month.... i am crossing my finger that every other year never comes.....


junior did something amazing today.... well two things actually.... one, he could get out of the bamboo kiddy chair... well... fall out actually.... junior and i were watching some tv... actually i was watching tv, junior was just watching me... playing with his toys and getting restless... i was channel surfing when he managed to get one leg out of the kiddy chair..... lean over and before i know it, tumbled head first onto the floor... i picked him up before he busted into tears.... now he got a 50 cent blue black on the right side of his forehead... his first bruise.... he cried a little, we carried him a little, before we know it, he was back playing with his toys again.....

two... he can climb stairs... crawl actually... two whole flights of it.... makes daddy proud.... he crawls one step, turns around to make sure that you are looking at him, crawl up another step, turn around again, crawl up the third and looked around... he does the up one step, look behind routine till he reaches the top... i guess it wont be long till he starts to walk and run and ask me for my car keys... hmmmm..... they grow up so fast.....

junior is getting pretty good at his walker, he is able to zip around the house fast.. when he is up to no good and i walk in on him, he would run away as if he is the robber running away from cops.... his best stunt so far, whenever i open the refrigerator, he would rush like crazy from one end of the house and slide into the kitchen, like kramer in sinfield.... he would run over my feet, push himself right in between me and the fridge and grab whatever he can get his little hands on.... he seems to understand that most nice stuffs like ice creams, chocolates and cakes are kept in the fridge.... and when i push him back, close the fridge and say no more, he would point to the fridge and give me the look.... hmmm... like father like son i guess....

dadada-dididi

its 1 minute pass 11 on a saturday morning.... THE WIFE is giving junior a bath and i am just staring out at the open field while looking at the screen, one hand on the coffee cup, the other on the keyboard... chewing something in me mouth, while listening to something on the internet.... who says men cant multi task?.... THE WIFE and i are gonna catch the new simpson movie today, its been a while since we last caught a movie... should be good... and as for junior, we are gonna leave him with the in laws... junior seems to like to hang out with them, grandpa loves to carry junior around and talk to him, grandma loves to make faces which cracks him up...

junior is pushing nine months... and in these past few weeks, he is starting to develop a personality.... he is able to point at things that he wants and throws a mean temptrum when he doesnt get it... be all smiley and laughing when he is with familiar people and suddenly wails when someone he is unfamiliar with tries to carry him... he is starting to crawl all over the house, picks up stuffs and puts them into his mouth and with his to front teeth coming in nicely, he can sure bite... hard... he does that all the time to his cousin Issac... Issac is a nice enough fella to not hit back... although if he is pushed far enough, this happens.... and i swear, just seconds before Issac pushed him, junior was tugging on his hair and screaming into his ears....

junior has moved on from his baby cradle chair thingy, which i can carry around on me arm like a fruit basket, to this child seat thingy which permanently takes up a space in the back.... he seems to like to be able to sit up and enjoy the view when we go driving... we hanged all sorts of toys to keep him occupied, the back seat is starting to look like a play corner... although he prefers it better when THE WIFE carries him on her lap where he can wiggle about and try to stand and look out the window at passing cars, push the buttons on the doors and tug at her hair and basically be free... i guess its much more safer to buckle him in in his seat

junior is at the perfect age right now.... he is old enough to sit up and play with his own toys, is able to only say dadada and dididi, is distracted easily and most important of all, is unable to go around telling people what he sees at home...... which means i can go around the house in me birthday suit and basically live just as i did before he came along.... i know these days are numbered though, i guess in a few months time, when junior starts to get around on his own, picks up a few words and is able to point and stare, i cant use the toilet with the door open anymore... hmmmm.....

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.....