Stab Stab

Don't worry, I meant stabbing pieces of apple. ;)

One valuable lesson I've learnt is that there's no point in teaching your toddler something when he's not ready for it. I tried getting Jeddy boy to use a fork and spoon almost half a year ago and failed utterly. So back into the drawer those kiddy forks and spoons went.

Last month, I decided it's time to try it again, after reading that at 19 months, toddlers are supposed to know how to use either the fork or the spoon.

I dug out his kiddy fork, chopped up an apple, and proceeded to teach him how to stab the apples. Next was to help him aim the fork into his mouth, something that we adults take for granted, but in fact is very tricky for first-timers. Because he was ready this time, and eager to learn, self-feeding with a fork was accomplished in one lesson.

Reminder to self: When he's ready, he's ready.

Here are some pictures of self-feeding-Jeddy. Plus another thing that he loves to do now: feeding others. ;)

Stab stab































































One stab too many.























Aaahhh!





















Um!





















Hello? Did you forget something?





















Riiiight.....


















:)

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What's That? Wowes!

Sigh... just when we thought Jeddy Boy was getting somewhere with his language skills.... Until I pointed to a bowl and asked him what that was. "Wowes!" And then the helicopter toy... "Wowes!" And then the chair... "Wowes!"

Well, you get the gist of it.

*shake head*

Thankfully though, he only points to wheels and says 'wowes'. Any other item he points to goes by "eh!"

Gosh...

Anyway, it's all very cute to me. ;)

Here's Jeddy eating a whole apple, all by himself. He would have eaten the core as well, if I hadn't stopped him in time.






































































If you have a toddler and would like to try him/her out on an apple, try the Golden Delicious Apple. It's green on the outside but really sweet. Leave it out on the kitchen counter to ripen further for a couple of days so that it's wonderfully soft and juicy for the little tot.

*Pointing to apple*
"What's that, Jeddy?"
"Wowes!"

*roll eyes*

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What a Headache (Literally)!

Lil' Jeddy can now pull himself up to stand. And he is mighty proud of this new found ability.

So proud that he can't stop doing it!

Say it's time for his nap. I put him down in his cot, stuff a pacifier in his mouth, tuck him in and give him a kiss on his forehead. I turn my back and immediately hear that all too familiar shuffling. Next thing I know my boy is propped up on wobbly legs, with his head leaning over the bed railings. I go over, tsk tsk a little, lie him down again and tuck him in. Only this time, before I could even turn my back, he's sat up and is reaching for the railings. *arrghh* Just multiply the above by 10, that is, if I have the patience to last that long. By the fifth time, I usually give up and whisk him out.

But that's not what's giving me the headache. It's the constant toppling over and smashing his face and head against the hard surfaces that is. Did I mention that he has wobbly legs? Make that really wobbly legs.

On Monday, he gave me the fright of my life. I placed him in his cot and went to bring in the laundry, hoping that it will prevent him from getting into any mischief behind my back. But alas! I heard a loud thud, followed by that howl. I rushed to my red-faced Jeddy and saw that he was bleeding from the eye! I could have fainted clean away. But I grabbed him and cuddled him and prayed so hard. Imagine bleeding from the eye!!! When he calmed down a little, I pried his eye open and found a very fine but deep cut on the outer corner of the eye where you normally sport wrinkles. It was really really close to his eyeball. My guess is that my Superboy-wannabe was having the time of his life wobbling on his feet and enjoying the lovely breeze up there above the railings when he lost his balance and came crashing down and smashed his face on his hands, cutting his eye with his freshly-cut nails. *sigh*

I truly thank God that it was nothing serious. Still, I was trembling when I called Hubs to tell him about the whole thing. And Jeddy had the gall to grin when I was on the phone! *pinch his cheeks* I washed the wound with some boiled water, despite strong protest. I pinned him down and swabbed the area squeaky clean. Hubs bought a little yellow solution on his way back and we had another wrestling match with superboy. Again, thank God, there wasn't any swelling and our boy was up and about as if nothing happened.

Despite my keeping a hawk's eye on him, he's since fallen on his head another couple of times. *chides self*

We've decided to convert our spare bedroom (which is by default our second storeroom) into a child-safe room. Hopefully then I can get some work done and get to pee without worrying my life away.

So here's Jeddy attempting to scale his feeding chair. Constantly on the lookout for fresh peaks. ;D















































That's my boy for you!

*sigh of exhaustion*

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Jeddy's Talking!!!!!

At least he's been trying to. :)

The whole of last week, he was pursing his lips and making 'mm' 'mm' sounds a lot. So I thought to myself, what the heck, and said 'papa' and 'mama' in response every time he 'mm mm' away.

It works!!!!!!!!!!

And he's been uttering papa mama everyday for about a week now, albeit randomly.

Coincidence? So what? I'm melting onto the floor each time he 'mama's to me.

Managed to capture it on vid today.

May sound like a lot of senseless baby babbling to you, but it's music to my ears... indeed. :)



Oh, Hubs and I had a little bet (on nothing as usual) about who Jeddy will call first, whether it's papa or mama.

And guess what?

I win.

Of course!

;D

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My Little Boy Is Sitting Up!

It's official.

I look like my mum.........a lot. And according to Pam, I'm a photocopy. Hahaha! Thanks everyone for your input. You guys just squished out any hint of doubt in me about that. Totally. ;D

Well, anyway, that's cos Mum is still so young and pretty! ;) You could never guess that she has a daughter who's more than 30 years of age!

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Now back to the main topic.

Lil' Jeddy is coming to 7 months in 2 weeks time. I can't believe it. I've been smelling diapers for more than half a year now and I believe for at least another.

And it doesn't help that his poop is getting more 'complex', in texture, colour, and ooooh... the smell....... *urrgh*

A trip to the Doc's for his 3rd and final 6-in-1 vac showed him to be 9.2 kg and 73 cm. And according to the charts, that's the average size of a one year old. Yikes! But if you compare him to what he was at 4 months, he had only put on 700 g, but a whopping 10 cm! My boy is no longer a tua pau. *Phew*

So Lil' Jeddy is sitting up pretty well these days. He could now take his hands off the floor to play with his toys. I'm still hovering around just in case he arches back. Even then, he's able to 'catch' himself and jolt back into sitting position.

So here's his 'sitting gallery'. :)

Sparky morning boy mesmerized by the cot mobile. (I'm secretly relieved that he's still interested in that thing after having it in his face daily for more than 6 months!)
























Sitting tall and keeping his hands very busy...














































And he's now able to sit with us at the table when we're out for a meal. It's great! But his busy bee hands are bound to reach for the spread on the table.

Here, desperate Mummy gives him a toy to keep his busy bee hands away. Just look at him, exactly like Daddy during one of his couch potato moments. *Faint*























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And now......

Is the time for.......


Joker Jeddy #5: Ah Beng in the making.

























*Faint some more*

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