I finally have a photo of Sophia saying “BIIIIIIIIG” and making the matching exaggerated action of showing something big with her face and body all tensed up almost as if she’s convulsing. Its really cute to watch. We always wondered who taught her that. She just did that on her own accord one day when she saw a very normal sized cat near our apartment and my personal suspecion was its a reference to the leopards and jaguars that we saw earlier that day at the zoo. But nobody can be sure. Its just her thing.
The little girl is now fascinated with big spoons. And the way she says big *pause* poon is so cute. The interesting thing is, she actually feeds herself better with big chinese spoons better than with her small spoons because they are deeper so food has a lower tendancy to fall on on the way from the bowl to her mouth but once it reaches she can tilt it such that her upper lip can sweep food into her mouth – bingo. She’s now consistently asking for “big-spoon” at meals. Here’s the baby eating noodles with her biiig spoon:
Now switch over to a baby spoon:
Its incredible how funny conversation with a little girl with monosyllabic vocabulary can be. Take teaching colours for example. On good days, it goes like this:
Mummy: What colour is bear bear’s shirt?
On most days it goes like this:
Mummy: What colour is turtle?
Sophia: *nods* Red.
Mummy: No, not red, green.
Sophia: *nods vigarously* Red. Red.
Or how about teaching alphabets? On a good day:
Mummy: *holds up a M* Sophia, what is this?
Mummy: M for…?
On a not-so-good day:
Mummy: *holds up a D* Sophia, what letter is this?
Sophia: dog dog.
Mummy: Yes, clever girl. D for dog. What about this letter? *holds up a T*
And on a very bad day:
Mummy: *points to letter S on playmat* Sophia what is this?
Sophia: *blank look*
Mummy: What alphabet is this?
Sophia: *more blank look*
Mummy: Which alphabet?
Mummy: Yes, which alphabet?
Sophia: BIIIIIIIG (as in big bird)
Last saturday was a terribly busy day for me. I started off with house viewing, followed by attending the new citizens’ ceremony. Between the new citizens ceremony and the next event ( a dumpling festival that my neighbourhood committee organised), I went home to peek at my Sophia. She was sleeping when I first got home so I went to my own room to change and wash up and all of a sudden, Sophia barged in with a magiclean “mop” saying “dirty dirty” (sounds more like chichi). She’s really detailed with the mopping as well, going round all the corners and under the furniture. I need to enlist her help in doing housework soon!
After a long hiatus, the daddy finally decided to bring Sophia for a swim yesterday. However, his slippers broke sometime ago and was never replaced but no harm, he can wear grandpa’s slippers. Or so he thought. Because as we were walking out Sophia pointed to grandpa’s slippers saying “gong gong”, which was normal for her, but we never knew she felt really strongly about certain things belonging to certain people. Once the daddy put on grandpa’s shoes she started crying in protest! The daddy tried twice to the same effect and ended up having to walk to the pool barefooted. Good thing it wasn’t such a hot day.
How funny babies think…
At our Picotin trip last week, Sophia learnt to say “rabbit” in her extremely cute cut-me-some-slack-I-just-learnt-this-word way and my friend J reminded me to keep a record of the cute way she speaks before this stage passes so, here goes:
Ohn – small rectangular electronic devices that plays nursery rhymes to me and tells me stories, and which the adults put to their ear from time to time.
Bag – big black thing that mummy brings to work everyday and that contains said “ohn”.
Totou – green soft toy with a shell on its back that I stole from Samuel gor gor’s mummy’s car when nobody was looking.
Bear bear – one of numerous soft toys that I own, some brown, some white, some grey and one pink by the name of Teddy.
Gork – usually small but sometimes larger than me animal that goes “ruff ruff” and has a waggy tail.
Bi – adjective exclusively reserved for cats and accompanied by exagerrated hand actions (wonder whether it has anything to do with jaguar, leopard and tigers that we saw at the zoo).
Bog – all forms of rectangular hollow objects and the metal holes that grandpa gets the mail from.
Tar – sparkly things in the sky.
And of course:
Eeeeh… bid – furry animal with long ears.
Its not a secret that I have a very dirty baby. She’s never complained about a dirty diaper and is happy to walk around with a shirt wet with drool. So its not surprising that she doesn’t keep her toys clean either. Just last week she spat berry coloured liquid multi-vitamin syrup on her soft toy rabbit and we had to put it in the washing machine. After that rabbit hung by its ears on the clothesline for a day to dry and throughout this period Sophia was constantly pointing to rabbit and demanding for it.
I thought the traumatising experience of not having rabbit to play with would be a sufficient deterrent against dirtying rabbit again so when she tried to carry rabbit with papaya stained hands I said “No no, your hands are dirty, if you hug rabbit it would need to go for a bath!” she couldn’t care less but proceeded to hug rabbit anyway. Then did this to rabbit:
That’s Sophia’s bathtub in case you’re wondering. I hate the bright red but it was part of my chinese wedding necessities so from an environmentally sound point of view it makes most sense to just use it instead of throwing it into an incinerator after the wedding.