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Posted at Wednesday, July 15, 2009 |
No More.. That seems to be your favourite phrase. :)
When the credits comes on at the end for your DVD shows, you shake your hands and say no more.
When the plate is visibly empty and there's no more food left for you, you shake your hands and say no more.
It's still amazing how you seem to learn new things every other day. How you seem to understand more and more of what we are saying.
Your upper and lower front teeth are finally out. And two your upper front teeth are really huge - guess you must have gotten that from your Daddy. Hopefully your teeth won't end up like mine in future - crooked and requiring braces. Well, that's something we can't control.
You're turning out to be a greedy little boy, just like your cousin Ian. Once you see food, you'll walk right up and sit down while saying "zuo zuo". You'll look up eagerly for some food to be pinched and served into your mouth. And once that's served, you'll get up and wander around happily... Only to repeat the whole process again a few seconds later. Your stomach certainly has room for a lot of snacks... Now why can't you finish your milk? :)
Just the other evening, we took you out to Carrefour. Your second time there but what a naughty little boy you are now. As soon as we put you down on your feet, you would rush off to the shelves and grab whatever you could. Daddy had to say "No" umpteen times, turn you this way and that way... But somehow you always manage to wriggle your way out and grab something else...
And speaking of wriggling, you're starting to refuse to hold Mummy and Daddy's hands while walking. It's not that we're afraid you'll fall now - afterall, you're pretty steady. It's just that you're run off way too quickly and you're always bending down to pick up some fascinating piece of object on the floor... |
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