2013 was not unlike any other year, with its fair share of challenges, surprises, up and down moments: We grappled with the MIL issues in the early part of the year; new addition of our nephew to the ever growing clan, made the decision to hire a helper in May; the hubby had a job change in June; celebrated more milestones as a family; celebrated my parents 35th year wedding anniversary in September, two overseas trip to Okinawa and Sydney in March and October respectively, and a pleasant but somewhat unexpected finale to top off the year. What can I say? I am thankful for everything big and small that came my way and I pray for the continued good health and safety for all my loved ones in the new year ahead.
In other news, these were some of the non-festive activities we did before 2014 rolls around:
From cot to daybed: moving out of his cot to big boy bed at 28 months. Yet another milestone under the belt.
He had a swell time playing carpenter and helping Daddy “fixed” his new piece of furniture. These days, he typically goes to bed around 9 plus at night and wakes anytime between 4 to 5 in the early morning for a bottle of milk, which is when Daddy or Mommy, depending on who is on duty, will crawl into his bed for some snuggly co-sleeping till he wakes again at around 7:30AM. Because the existing 5 yo super single sofa bed was becoming quite a squeeze for our early morning ritual, I went for a double bed from IKEA which is more spacious but still smaller than a regular queen sized bed so as not to take up too much space in the room. As for the cot, I was hard-pressed for a storage solution when it occurred to me to convert it into a daybed and leave it in his room as a cosy nook for him to lounge. He loves it and calls it “DZ’s sofa”. It has since become our special bedtime story corner now.
First visit to the Flower Dome at Gardens by the Bay. Both father and son were not quite horticulturist material, both were equally oblivious to the shrubs and blooms all around. Not surprisingly we were done in less than 45 minutes…
His favourite moments were of course mucking around with Poh Poh who gamely agreed to our impromptu invitation that late morning. Lunch was at Verandah which serves surprisingly nice local delights, which we all ordered after over feasting on western fare during Christmas season.
A few days later, we found ourselves back at the garden but this time we parked at Marina Barrage and strolled down the connecting path. He had been scooting on and off but didn’t display much interest or enthusiasm. That day, we offered him the scooter once more and this time round he took to it almost like fish to water.
Perhaps it was the great weather that evening, and the spacious walkway that made it easy for him to manoeuvre. There was no special coaching or verbal instructions, he simply experimented on his own and by the end of the session, he could glide and stop rather effortlessly. Little achievement like these makes my heart swell with pride and reminds me how my little boy is growing up and becoming more and more independent day by day. *wipes away an emo teardrop or two…*