All About Your Child

2+ years ago, we exchanged our petrol points for a mini bicycle for my (then) 2+ year old Keatkeat. That was his first bicycle, but it was NOT BOUGHT by his parents, it felt more like a free gift from Esso-Mobil Petrol Station. But that bike was long gone…*sigh* can’t expect much on its durability, it was a FREE item, afterall!

But not today! Today, Papa bought 2 16inch bicycles for the 2 of them! They were over the moon, or rather over the sun, ‘cos we went to the bicycle shop right after Keatkeat was off from school at 12pm!

Here they are, testing the bikes infront of the bicycle shop. Though many alterations were done, they displayed commendable patience! Alterations like, lowering the seats, changing the bells from a index-finger-controlled to a thumb-controlled, adjusting the brakes so that they are ‘more reachable’ for their short fingers and finally balancing the guiding wheels at the back.

My phone’s video quality is lousy, but I still want to capture this moment….some people use ‘Face-blurring’ technology on purpose, but mine was AUTO-Blurred by my phone and there’s NO WAY I could de-activate the function *BIG LAUGH*.

Warning! It was really windy today, so I suggest you swtich off your speakers in case you get irritated by the sound of the breeze.

So after 1hour of cycling, what was their response? Thumbs Up!

The following video was taken in 2006 April when Keatkeat was on that ‘free bike’…(WARNING! Back in 2006, the video quality of my ex-phone was even worse!) …funny Binbin was still waddling like a duck!

Last night I was blog-hopping at 1am in my sister’s room after sending my kids to dreamland. After the weekend break over at the Chalet, I’ve got lots of posts to read and lots of catching up to do with some bloggers….

But before I was through to the 2nd blog post, my 4-year-old started coughing badly. I’m used to it (more or less) already ever since he was diagnosed with bronchitis almost 2 years ago. So I ignored his cough and continued my reading…..then…

I heard whining…

I heard small quick footsteps…

I turned my head towards the sounds…

I saw a small tiny figure in yellow t-shirt dashed into the dark living room….

then “#$%&&%$^&”….the sound of vomit.

I dashed out of my sis’s room and switched on the lights to see where is my little Keatkeat…

He was standing just next to the dustbin. But he couldn’t find it in the darkness and the vomits were all over the floor. He was still coughing hard when I move towards him.

I was so proud of him. He did it! Finally! He did it! He no longer lay lying on his mattress and cough till he vomits. He knows himself so well now.

He knows he’s gonna vomit, so he ran out to look for the dustbin, he knows the trouble that dear Papa and Mommy got to go through in the washing his mattress whenever he vomited on it due to extreme coughing; he understands, he loves his new mattress too much to hurt it like the way he did to his previous one….

I stepped on the vomit (I didn’t care), I knelt (prefer to kneel than to squat) there holding the dustbin just below his chin to signal him that he can go ahead and throw up whatever till he feels it was enough.

I kept saying, “I am so proud of you…Good boy, you didn’t vomit on your bed…I am so proud of you…”

I went on and on till he coughed onto my face once, that’s when I changed my sentence to, “Please cough and vomit into the dustbin and not on my face!” He listened and he followed my instructions. That’s when I carried on with the encouraging words.

It’s really difficult for a kid to be asleep and yet in the nick of time, be able to react so fast, so well, so clear-minded, I am truly proud of my boy’s reaction last night. With so much commotion, my hubby’s sleep was disrupted too. He woke up to help to clean up my boy, changed him and gave him a cup of warm water, while I mopped the floor….and because of the sudden wake-up call, my hubby couldn’t get back to sleep till 5am!

My boy was alright after the throw-up, its usual, we are so used to it, he is so used to it. After a 5min rest, he said, “Good Night Papa. Good Night Mommy.” And off he went to his clean mattress, hugged his 2 bolsters and fell asleep in less than 10mins on his own.

Sometimes Keatkeat displays his level of maturity in areas that we least expect, he is always giving us surprises with his growing intelligence in more areas than one.

I remember melting under the hot sun on Monday and then I am cold like ice yesterday and today. With the unpredictable weather these days, Keatkeat is coughing harder than usual, he is showing signs that his bronchitis may be coming over for a visit again…let’s hope he sleeps well tonight. *Sweet Dreams*

Its so easy to complain when the kid did it wrong…but how often do parents say “good job” when it was done the right way….I don’t see many parents around me who do that…but several does it among my blog friends…*smile*