Maturity and Independence
It’s been a while I haven’t updated David’s site, particularly on his milestones. I can hardly cope up so, I might just jot down here briefly what he has been up to before things landed in the island of forgets.
Little Manners:
Yes, he has learned to say “Merci”, “Pardon”, “Please”, “Bonjour”, “A demain”, “Au revoir” at the right moment and situation. And the latest which happened two weekends ago was, “it’s ok“. He still says “solee” which means “sorry” and does it often times when he gets shouted at for doing prohibited things.
Mispronunciation of counting:
One, two, three, four, fak, sex, seven, it, nine, ten. You might wonder what is the “fak and sex” all about. No we don’t display profanity in front of David, it is just that he mixes up the number five and cinq (French of five, pronounced sank) and he counts fak.
Rituals and habits:
I don’t have to fight with him when it’s time for a nap or night sleep. Although at times he does say “no sleep mama”. I bring him milk to his bed, say goodnight to all his beloved bears and blanket, give each one of them a kiss and leave. He goes to sleep without a fuss. At night, when he is really tired, he is the one who grabs my hand and say, “sleep mama”, that is before he tells me “brush teeth dadi (david)”.
He loves to take shower than bath. And goes exclaiming under the stream of water “like papa, like mama”.
He knows that after his afternoon nap and it’s sunny outside, it’s playground time. In the morning when he wakes up, he goes to our bed and says “bonjour”, throws in all the security bears, climbs up next to us and have a cuddle.
Sense of smell matured na?
This is quite gross. I was debating of putting it in my blog because it might be nosily offensive to the reader. But here I am anyway, mainly because I don’t want to forget the timing and the event.
For almost two years my toilet affairs have become public. David would be either playing with the toilet paper, flashing the water while I’m still in the middle of business or he would be sitting on my lap reading books. Two weeks before he reached 26 months old, he actually was disgusted while I was sitting on the seat, he almost puked! LOL! LOL! LOL! Since then he leaves the toilet door open and would just be happy looking at me few feet away. Well, I admit, I’m still doing it with an audience but at least I don’t have to fight against the wondering tiny hands pulling down the rolls.
Friendly to strangers
I used to laugh when David was calling every man we saw on the street “dadou”. Now he says “monsieur, woman, girl, fille, garcon, boy”. And he is much, much at ease with strangers greeting them with “bonjour or au revoir”. And he is totally “makulit” in front of his ninangs, ninongs, titas and titos. Gone is the crying baby.
And . . .
We are nowhere near the potty. At all. He doesn’t talk very well yet, but we understand mostly what he is saying or asking. Short phrases, broken sentences. For some reason, he loves to read books well advance for his age, like the solar system where he goes hyper saying “sun”, “soleil”, “stars”, “étoiles” and of course, he adores ET. And likes flipping through travel guide books, “reading” maps and is fascinated by weather forecasts. He is learning musical instruments and pretends to conduct imitating little einsteins (the dvd). My only problem is I’m poor at recognizing and naming musical stuff, like saxophone and trumpets and whatever things cylindrical with an exaggerated mouthpiece, they are all the same to me. Just trumpet. I actually have to search the net and memorize all these things. Well, at least I’m sort of educating myself.
