Li Lian

Today is Friday October 21, 2016
  • 2 years and 6 months: My Little Dinosaur

    Dearest Theodore,



    You really do think you are a dinosaur. You would roar at your sister knowing how much it annoys her.

    You are in to super heroes. You have canny sense of humour. We get you, we do. You are hilarious.

    You say the funniest things. When we tell you we have something for you, you reply ‘like what?’. We told you not to kick the car, and you reply, ‘This is not a car. It is a taxi’ – and you were right (somewhat), we were in a taxi.

    You are always wanting to show us what comes out of your nose. Sensing your quiet at the back of the car, I asked you if you were asleep to which you replied, ‘No, I digging my nose. Poo poo in my nose, wanna see it?’

    You love shooting. We took you to watch Swan Lake, when u started getting restless, you counted the swans and started shooting them. ‘One swan, shoot! Two – shoot! Three swan shoot!’
    You would hide behind furniture in anticipation of your sister, and when she is close by, you jump out and shoot her too. She is not a fan of your shooting her by the way.

    You also think you have magic powers. You raise your palm to the sky, and make a SSSSHHHHHHHH sound, and when asked what you are doing, you will reply ‘I using my magic powers! Ssssshhhhhhhh………’

    You are such an affectionate child, I am not sure whom you take after. You say to me, ‘sleep top you’ before you go to bed, and you climb to fall asleep on top of me. You wake in the middle of the night to say ‘hold me tight mummy’. And this is my favourite – when I ask you where is my kiss, you will point to a spot on my face and shout ‘HERE!’ and you will follow to kiss that very spot. You are such a joy to be with, and you still have such an easy going personality, unless of course you really really want something done your way. Nothing will get in your way, and I think to myself, this is your pent up fury, this is your unflinching determination.

    You are able to charm everyone with your smile. The joy and happiness you exude, your eyes are capable of lighting up a room! Your eyes, they literally laugh with joy.

    Oh, and when you’re upset, your downturned mouth is quite a conversation piece too. That beautiful down turned pout of yours. I promise to find a picture of your down turned mouth and save it for you.

    I love you, you little ball of joy and laughter and humour.



  • 3 years + 1 month: Saying the darnedest things

    Oh my little Bam Bam,

    The things you say! Make me want to weep and laugh and scream all at the same time. And after that I just want to hug you and hold you so tight because you have become even more adorable to me, if that is even possible.

    And your endless and relentless chattering… You can just go on and on and on, I kid you not.


    Just today;

    You: Mummy, you’re so boring!
    Me: Why would you say that? (in a hurt voice)
    You: Ok mummy. You’re a leeeee-tle bit fun. Just a little bit, ok? Not very very fun, just a little bit.
    Me: Ok.
    You: Papa is very very fun!

    You: Mummy, do you love me?
    Me: Of course I do. All the way to the moon and back!
    You: Ok. Papa will pick me up from the moon, and when I get back, you love me, ok? Promise?

    Me: Do you know I love you?
    You: I don’t know. Let me think about it, and I will tell you later. OK?


    And I do love you, all the way to the moon and back.


  • 35 weeks: Look how much time has passed!

    Dearest Chubba,

    At the rate I am updating my blog, and events of you as a little baby, you will probably be a toddler soon.

    I am still in awe at what an easy going baby you are. I really did hit the jackpot. Keeping my fingers crossed you will retain your pleasant disposition.

    Hungry? Have never heard you complain. Tired? Maybe just a bit of whining.

    Oh, but you do complain when we take something away from you, or when you drop your toy.

    You’re crawling, but not very fast. You’re like a big clumsy elephant on fours. Stomping with your hands and feet to move all of the 3 inches. Sitting up, steadily enough, though its not your favourite position.Crawling to sitting, not a problem, be it you are sitting on your side, using your hand to prop yourself up.

    Just two days ago we lowered your cot. You have started to pull yourself up to standing as soon as you wake from your nap.

    Funny – seeing you have neither mastered sitting down or crawling.

    Gosh! Your laugh! Is one of the most beautiful things I have heard. You giggle and chuckle so much, so heartily. And your smile, you always have one, you are always ready for a smile – even when you are tired, you will try to give us a smile.



    I love you my little cutie-pie-chubba-wubba.

    Love, Mummy.

  • 2 years and 4 months: OH! BOY! Handful…

    Dearest Olivia,

    Where do I even start? How do I even start?

    One minute I want to hug you and never let you go. The next I am hiding in the cupboard away from you. And the next, I am so close to smacking you. Then back to wanting to cuddle this 200% of adorable-ness that is you.

    I love you so much it overwhelms me.

    And boy oh boy! What a handful you have become.

    You have gone from barely speaking to speaking non-stop, stating your demands very clearly. Relentlessly repeating the same sentence telling us what you want till we give in. Gosh, I won’t even start with the whining and whinging. The whining and whinging, seems almost endless.

    And the next minute you will be singing and making up your own nursery rhymes, and I will be laughing with much amusement and wanting to hug this bundle of cuteness that you are.

    Your favourite version of Humpty Dumpty at the moment – Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, bing-bang, ouch! So painful!

    Your favourite book at the moment is The Very Hungry Caterpillar. You have memorised the book and will still insist I read it to you – perhaps a hundred and seven times a night.

    You say the funniest and darndest things! And you will have me laughing so hard, I am close to pee-ing my pants.

    You are refusing to have your photo taken now, so this is the best photo I have of you. You will say, ‘Go hide’ as soon as you see me with my camera.


    You adore Theo. You will kiss him as soon as you see him. You will kiss him before he goes to bed. And you will always remind us to ‘bring Theo’ when we are leaving, every time we go out. You don’t want to leave Theo behind.

    You have a scary good memory. The things you are able to remember sometimes is amazing, and you will just mention them out of the blue.

    About a month ago you started (finally, oh finally) being able to go to school without being accompanied. PaPa drops you off, you whine a little… and the teachers tell me you are fantastic after. I pick you up from school, and looking at you before you realise I am there, just amazes me how grown up you have become. I observe you putting on your own shoes, washing your hands before lunch, queuing up for lunch, ¬†feeding yourself lunch, getting up and going to the counter to ask for more vegetables (yes, more vegetables. Thank goodness I never ever have a problem with getting you to eat your vegetables.), getting your fruits, putting your bowls and cutlery away when you are done, washing your hands and mouth, rinsing your mouth… drying your hands. Gosh! Aren’t you all grown up and independent now! That brings tears of joy (almost) to my eyes.

    This week has been particularly challenging. Hell hath no fury like a sick toddler. As much as I was thinking you are a handful… Words cannot describe a sick you. I am feeling so helpless and so exhausted! Though I know you will soon recover, and be back to your normal cheerful self.

    I love you so much, my wonderful first born.


  • Week 23: First Solids

    Dear Theodore,

    I can’t tell if you have a favourite yet.

    But you would rather have the spoon in your mouth than for us to feed you.

    You make the spoon look delicious.


    Love, Mummy