"Bird"

Oliver was more aware of his surroundings. Whenever he saw the window opened, he would point to the trees, look at us excitedly and say "Bird". Although sometimes, I wondered if he really see bird after a night's experience with him. The night was dark and we could hardly see any bird except trees. Yet Oliver pointed at the trees with the same excited tone and called out "bird".

Prevenar

We are back in KKH again. This time, Oliver had his fourth and final jab for prevenar. He was no longer as blurred like last time. He seemed to be fully aware that he would be in for some pain. Even when I put him on the weighing scale, he had already started protesting. When the needle finally landed on his right thigh, poor oliver was tears all over. Once again, all eyes were on him when I walked out of the treatment room. He continued to wail non-stop until he spotted the lighted Christmas tree. No more jabs this year. Come February, we would be back at Outram Polyclinic for another MM jab. Oliver baby, you can take a break for now.

Eating very well in school

I gave up cooking dinner for Oliver after encountering many disastrous experiences . He was taking in half the amount of food I cooked ever since he recovered from his diarrhoea. Although the cost of dinner charged by the school was rather high at $5 per meal, it was well worth the money spent. Considering the hours I spent in marketing, cutting and chopping, washing and steaming just to cook a sumptuous meal for Oliver; and then the washing up (the high chair, the floor, utensils and oliver). Life is now such a breeze. I can spent more quality time with him.

First 5 steps

Oliver took his first 5 steps on his own over the weekend. Not once but twice, although the second time was a bit wobbly. And he can now climb up the bed and the sofa, so we have to constantly watch over him lest he falls over.

Come to think of it, we have been doing that ever since he has the walker.
He also said "bird" after us when he saw some mynahs at our office. So that's another milestone over the weekend.

Fussy

Having recovered from his bout of diarrhoea about a month ago, Oliver has since become a fussy boy with his food. No longer can he finish a whole tub of porridge like he used to, so Sophia has to think of new things to cook and new ways to cook them as well. Not only that, we have to coax and trick him just to eat a few mouthful. Most of the time her effort are just wasted as all the food usually end up on the floor and babychair.

We know that he has just got smarter or naughtier as the school has no problem feeding him at all. So that fussy boy really is just bullying us.

“I am a toddler, Hear Me ROAR”

How very true is this behaviour of Oliver these days. Oliver used to like clinging onto me, he is now exhibiting a need to be more independent. He spends longer time on his own and no longer need assuring voice from me when I walked away. Most of the time at home, he prefers to roam around our tiny 2-bedroom flat with the support of his lawnmower like walker.

Oliver is a very determined sort of baby. The negative name for this trait is stubbornness. Unfortunately, this trait runs in my family. I have not noticed it myself until my brother joked about it and my ex-boss Irene spoke to me to about my stubbornness some years back. Oliver will need to slowly learn how to deal with his stubbornness like I do for many years to come. For now, Oliver's extremism is slowly and surely manifesting. He refuses to let go of his spoon and insists on feeding on his own. This little toddler has so much strength that I have to struggle to take his spoon away from his tightly clenched fingers. When I finally managed to take it away, ROARs .. the showing of his primitive temper tantrums plus his inherited stubbornness. Yes, I agree totally. You ROAR!

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First word slammed by Oliver in my computer keyboard – zsxaxqxqX.

What is Oliver's pick - Pen, Calculator or Money?

I nearly forget to blog in this little game most parents play with their baby on their first birthday. That is, placing of objects in front of the baby and observe what he will pick first.

We had a marker, calculator and a piece of $50-dollar note. Guess what he picked? He picked the pen first followed immediately by the calculator. We decided to try out again and Oliver still picked the pen and then the calculator, although the dollar note was placed in the middle of the pen and calculator. Could he be an accountant, teacher or even architect, or even just an office worker like us? To me, whatever Oliver will be is really not of utmost important, what matter is that he loves what he does. I hope Oliver will embrace his life with a positive and selfless attitude.