Bits and Pieces

There are lot of little things that he does which are hard to string together into a narrative so I thought I will just list them out individually because they all seem worth mentioning

He can pick the right toy if I sing the song that comes out of it. Other than that he doesn't particularly care for them.

He has learnt to wave bye with both his hands at any moving object whether it be on the road, on the TV, or as a way of letting his father know that he prefers his mum while going upstairs with his mum to sleep.

He has learnt to do a silly kind of salute to "good night"
When left in the middle of the hall he can point to the light, the stove in the kitchen, the phone and the bus outside.

He does the action to "Twinkle Twinkle" by closing and opening his fists repeatedly.

He can pick up the bark of a dog however faint it is and exclaims "tha-tha"!

He has learnt to imitate our actions like applying perfume to both his ears, moisturiser to his feet and rubbing his palms together, pretending to spit by bending into the basin in between brushing his teeth.

He stuffed all the tissues back in when I told him off for pulling them all out of the box.

He knows which shoes belong to which member of the family and can go to great lengths to ensure they reach the right person if found too far away from the person.

He is not taken by TV but likes listening to music sometimes even pointing to the music system to be turned on.

He pretends to vacuum like I do using - you will never guess - the wooden stick I use to make rotis. He does it with so much purpose including going over to all the corners that it can't be anything other than that.

The game he most likes playing is my pretending to chase after him and he walking away as fast his can without watching where he is headed.


He gets thoroughly annoyed and yells when he is trying to do something beyond his means like trying to push through a tiny wedge between the wall and the sofa or even something silly like trying to walk off with his baby monitor when it is still connected to its socket.

He seems to have aquired his seemingly short temper from his mother.


After having fallen off a few stairs once, he is terrified of coming downstairs on his own.

He always wears his gold chain across his neck and thanfully he hasn't exactly discovered that it can make a good play thing when pulled and tugged at.

He hates having his nappy changed. Screams like a banshee to lie down which means putting clothes on is also a battle and test of patience for us.

Everyday in the evening after childcare, he sits on the benchtop in the kitchen while I cook and we wait for Praveen to come home. He can sit there for as long as it takes and that's the only way he will let me cook in peace.


I can absolutely not get him to finish a meal sitting in his high-chair. That's got to be my fault. I tried putting my foot down the other day like when we newly bought it, but whom am I kidding!


He is not the most friendly child you will come across but strangers always remark what a happy little boy he is when they see him running around gleefully in the aisles. Like I always say, children are always cute when they are not yours...

Lot of strangers think he is a girl. This is the most unexpected remark for us as he has always had a boyish face. They tell me it's because of his eyes and curls. Praveen insists it's because of the mushroom-cut I have given him!

He still has only 6 teeth and his dad and I are always asking him if and when the others are going to turn up.

His cutest face is with his mouth open willing to eat what I am feeding him.

His best look for me is with his stomach full.

I love him the most when he has been sleeping for the past 2 hours.

His eyes are his best feature followed by his hair, eye brows, pot belly, his baby fat-lined thighs, feet and palms. Yes, that about covers all parts of his body I think...