Allegedly such behaviour came from my genes.
Met this baby at Robertson Quay and initially Sophia was ok with me holding her with one hand and baby with the other hand but after being dragged along by a very fast-walking baby for a while, she got sulky and didn’t want to move. Gave us the grumpy face too. Uh oh… Maybe time for a sibling to get rid of the first child syndrome.
I have been neglecting this blog for the longest time because I have been too busy at work to even eat, drink or sleep. But last evening, for the first time in a long time, I managed to go home early and spend some time with Sophia and her daddy.
Once I got home, Daddy was eager to show off the results of his mandarin lessons to me so he picked up a blue piece of paper and asked Sophia “what colour is this” in mandarin (这是什么颜色?) with a look of pride. And with a look of mischief Sophia exclaimed “BOO!” Daddy groans in frustration and tries with a green piece of paper. “GEEN!” she says. And of course, five minutes later when Daddy is out of earshot, she willingly says 蓝色 and 绿色.
I beam from year to ear whenever I think about this incident and am dying to tell someone about it but know rationally that its completely boring to others, and so I tell my story here.
My hypothesis is that all babies have a vivid imagination from the moment they were born but that cannot manifest itself in play until they have the ability to move around and handle things, and to speak. Now that Sophia has gained these abilities, she’s blowing our minds away with her imagination.
I must already have mentioned how she imagines an earphone is a statoscope. She also takes a stirrer with a loop on top and uses it as an imaginary bubble blowing tool. And this party toy is a scary monster’s tongue that can be used to frighten everyone.
I’m so glad she doesn’t take after the completely unimaginative me in this respect!
This morning Sophia didn’t protest when we told her we were bringing her to school (yay!) BUT on the way to school I got worried when the following exchange took place:
Me: Do you like school?
Me: Do you like Teacher X?
Me: Do you like Teacher Y?
Me: Why? Is Teacher Y fierce?
Me: Is Teacher Y nice?
Me: Does teacher Y hug you?
Me: (thinking she may perhaps just be in a head shaking mood) Do you like mummy?
Me: Do you like Teacher X?
From that point I decided I’ve got to take charge of the conversation and psyche her up about how fun school will be, with toys, books, friends, singing, dancing and from next week onwards, playground time! She didn’t look at all convinced.
At school, she still didn’t like the hand, foot and mouth check but was ok with going upstairs to her class. When we entered the class, even I had a shock. There were only 2 boys in class but they were crying their heads off and the 2 teachers were trying to calm on down each. When I brought Sophia in after washing her hands, she was clinging on to me with both hands (understandably). Teacher X asked if she wanted to sit at the table and she said “cannot”, so Teacher X tried to take her hand for a walk round the classroom with a violently crying boy and she refused to let go of my hand. So I got to her level, hugged her and told her that she’ll stay there and play with her friends for 2 hours like yesterday and grandpa and daddy will pick her up after that. With that she released my hand and went to the mini library in the classroom. Success!
When daddy picked her up, she was the only person not crying in a class that was complete chaos with crying children all over. Teacher told daddy that she was very independent, walking around the classroom to help herself to toys and books, and helped teacher with cleaning up. She also didn’t cry at all despite all the crying going on around her. Seems like this school brought out her self confidence and independence for some reason. I’m glad and hope that the rest of the children will also settle in soon and the class can start enjoying activities together.
Its just amazing how much fun kids can derive from pretend play. Sophia can give all her soft toys baths everyday and not tire of it. She even gets up to antics like put her tigger in a basket, carry it outside her room and say bye to it while closing the door on it.
Unfortunately, fun pretend play doesn’t necessarily translate to her liking the same action in real life. She loves feeding her soft toys cough mixture but when its her turn to have it, she hides her mouth wherever she can, even if the nearest object to cover her mouth with happens to be something like my foot. She must really hate that stuff.