Archive for October, 2010

Separation Anxiety and Another Cold?!?

October 29, 2010

Little Calvin is experiencing separation anxiety. Sometimes at night, he wakes up and won’t get pacified by his daddy. The moment I rush in and scoop him into my arms instead, he calms down and falls back asleep. Mind you, his eyes were still closed so I wonder if it’s the smell of me that he recognizes or is it the comparative softness of my hug. This gets a bit worse when he falls sick.

He’s also getting wary of strangers. If one just as much as smile at him, he’ll make an unhappy whimper or scrunch up his face and threaten with a hint of loud wailing. It’s quite funny but he has varying degrees of comfort with people. For example, he is very happy to let my father in law carry and play with him; sometimes he cries when my mother in law carries him; he doesn’t let Helen, our maid, carry him but he’ll smile at her when she talks to him while in my arms; he was upset with my auntie in law touching him even while in my arms. I guess the good thing is, this means that he has formed a strong attachment with me and Johnny.

Anyway, bad news is that he seemed to have picked up another cold? I caught him with a runny nose yesterday and have been trying to feed him with lots of water (gave him a little bit of the barley water I made also. It’s yum!) Hopefully this one won’t be as tough as the last.

11 month old (Part II)

October 25, 2010

It’s funny how parents talk in a totally different language. It’s quite stunning how my life now revolves around him, milestones, poo, milk intake… words that have no meaning to me as a non-parent and things that I found to be so mundane and boring. Thank goodness I’m still staying far, far away from the dreaded word called ‘enrichment’.  He’s definitely not going for any structured classes any time soon. I just wouldn’t touch that with a 10-foot pole. I won’t mind bringing him to a baby gym or something where he can tumble around safely though.

Anyway, I just remembered a few more things he’s been doing recently.

Pincer Grasp

I’ve been giving him Happy Baby Puffs during meal times to keep him occupied and also to try and train his pincer grasp. I thought seeing us eat would inspire him to chew as well. So far he’s still eating only puree-d food. Anything with lumps is auto-rejected or worse, he will gag and throw everything up. So far, he’s had some success putting in the little puffs into his mouth though it’s still more or less by trail and error. Most of the time he still grabs the little puffs with his fists. But hey, practice makes perfect. At least he managed to chew on them a little too.


He’s been practicing how to pull to a standing position from a sitting position…. while he’s in the bath. He’s getting quite good at putting his foot under him but definitely still needs a bit of work.


He really does take a while to warm up to his toys. Finally after so long, he’s playing with all the little toys on his exersaucer. He started with being interested only with the sunflower teether. Then gradually moving on to the others like the spinning girl, and peekaboo dog house and now the little see saw that makes sounds when he pushes on it. I’ve been buying him more new toys recently coz I think he’s getting bored with his old ones. Maybe I’m going a bit overboard. Shucks, I’ll never be a minimalist! Both me and him are definitely pack rats by nature. At least I did manage to declutter a bit by selling off some of his old stuff that he no longer uses. More funds for more toys!

Here’s a picture of the cheeky monkey

13 Oct: I'm a Cool Boy


11 month old!

October 23, 2010


Our little leopard crawler can crawl pretty fast now when he sees something he wants, which in this case is mainly his wet wipe box, his pacifier, the little popping car, different plastic containers of all shapes and sizes (i.e the oblong puffs container, the rectangular raisin box etc). I can almost swear that this boy is just addicted to his pacifier. He’d go to great lengths (literally) to get one in his hands, or rather mouth. The good thing is sometimes when he wakes up at night and his pacifier falls off, he will scoot his hands around to hunt for it and then put it back in. That’s one way of self-soothing I guess…


He’s been calling ‘mama’, ‘papa’, ‘baba’, ‘obama’ almost non-stop recently. I’m not sure if he realizes who/ what they mean though I’m sure some of it is him asking to be carried or for us to pay attention. Now, I just need to figure out which is which. He’s also more communicative in other ways, like making whiny little noises when he *really* need hugs, or moving his mouth to show he’s hungry, pushing away the bottle when he’s had enough or opening his mouth when he wants more. Maybe he’s just trained us well at reading his body language!

Cause and Effect

He’s a little curious bear and loves to see things happen. He knows that the light switches turns on the lights so he always wants us to go over to the switches and flip them for him. (The little switches are too hard for little hands to push). He can also push and pull the door handle of our toilet door and play peekaboo with the toilet mirror. He likes to open and close drawers, or move chairs/trolleys while he’s crawling around.

Playground Debut

He had his first ‘debut’ at the kids playground Peek-a-boo at Leisure Park yesterday. It’s free for babies under 1 year old so we went and checked it out. Unfortunately, he’s a little too young to appreciate it yet since he can’t walk yet. He seemed to have enjoyed himself people watching though. Not sure if it’s because he’s experiencing separation anxiety at the moment, but he seemed rather quiet and shy there. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed by the new place and the many many kids. Seeing him sit there quietly twirling the little beads on a bead chaser, I thought he look so forlorn amidst the rampaging toddlers and kids that my heart really go out to him. I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything, but he looked like a lonely child at the playground who has no one to play with and is looking enviously at the other kids. When he’s older, we’ll definitely bring him out more to interact with other children.

Baby Calvin’s First Cold

October 20, 2010

Baby Calvin caught a cold two weekends ago. This is probably the first time he has fallen sick. His nose was so runny. He hates having us wipe his nose though, so for a few days, he was going around with a line of watery snot hanging out his nose and then wiping it on his papa’s shirt when he begs to be carried. Yes, he knows how to ask to be carried now. He’ll reach out his hands and touch our hands or arms or knees, whichever is closer, when he wants to get out of his little car over dinner. Or he’ll be calling ‘ mama’,  ‘papa’, ‘ah pa’, ‘mum’ though I don’t think he really knows what they mean. Still, it’s really sweet, even though I sometimes get frustrated that I can’t get anything done when all he wants is to be carried. I guess that’s when the Ergo carrier really saves the day.

It was a pretty tough week taking care of him. His nose was blocked so he has a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep. So we’d have to carry him around for nap times and at night until he falls asleep. I have to admit I’m pretty weak, so carrying around this little bundle of almost 8 kg for an extended period is an impossibility.  Johnny had to take leave for two days to relieve me coz I was starting to feel truly physically exhausted. Even with two people, he was still more than a handful. Thankfully, he’s mostly recovered now even though he’s more clingy than before but I’m just so glad to have my healthy baby back!

Some Like It Cold

October 4, 2010

I’ve been having some trouble feeding him some types of food. He wouldn’t eat any of the rice or oat cereals that I bought. And he’s been rejecting the purees that I made. Even his previous favorite – pumpkin. I couldn’t quite tell if there’s a pattern to it, but I suspect that he likes his food to be slightly chilled. For example, when I gave him the beef, potato and pumpkin jar the first time, it was luke warm and he fussed over it. So I kept the remainder in the fridge and viola, the same evening, he ate about half the jar… The temperature of the food aside, I was surprised that he really liked it coz from what I read on the net, babies are suppose to prefer bland food, which makes it harder to introduce stronger tasting food like beef. He continually surprises me by liking things I thought he wouldn’t like.

Over the weekend, I also cooked up some oxtail broth. I basically just dumped the oxtail, carrot, potato and onion into the slow cooker overnight. It’s so easy that I wish I thought of getting a slow cooker in college instead of using the stovetop. Broth made from boney bits is supposed to be very nutritious. Some sites are touting it as some sort of miracle food that can cure many ailments. I don’t really buy that. I sounds almost as ridiculous as those signs that we saw in Chinatown New York (or was it Hong Kong) saying acupuncture can cure aids/ cancer. I mean I agree that it is nutritious and I can believe that it is easily absorbed by the body in this form, but to say it actually heals the body takes a big leap in reasoning.

Actually, I just wanted to use the broth as a base to cook his cereal or porridge with since he seemed to hate the taste of it alone. I have to admit that even for a person who likes oats, the Bellamy oat cereal in plain water tastes pretty disgusting. Then I figured we could all drink this frequently anyway since it’s totally yummilicious and we both love this soup. If it’s full of nutritious goodness, then all the better. Plus I defat the broth, so this makes a much healthier snack than those random cookies and snacks that I stuff in my mouth every so often.

This morning I tried mixing the broth with the Happy Bellies rice cereal and he was pretty happy with it. Yay me!

No More Toothless Grins

October 3, 2010

After months of ‘teething’ symptoms, his first tooth finally cut through. The second one is well on its way as well. I’m gonna miss his silly toothless grins. Sometimes I think of the fact that boys will only stay cute for probably the first 10 years of their lives and it makes me appreciate how simply adorable he is. There will come a day when he will not want to be seen with his parents and he might not want to let me hug and kiss him anymore. And instead of the constant nonsensical babbling, I will get grunts. Aww….