Thursday, February 24, 2011

Shorty, huh?

Well, good mother needs to take her baby to see the doctor regularly in order to have the baby vaccinated. We, again, good mothers, need to see our own child’s tears and listen to our own child’s cries. I wish I could be a bad mother instead.

This time is Pasu’s turn. He is already 13 and a half months. I do not even remember the name of the vaccination because there are too many to remember. Good mother I am, indeed. After his routine of measuring the height and weight, I met one mother with a daughter. We smiled and had a little chat. I asked her how old of her little daughter. One year and one month old was her reply. Oh, same age as Pasu, I thought to myself. I told her that Pasu hasn’t gotten any weight since last month. She looked panic and asked if that was below the average percentage line. I told her that I never keep track of that line. Now I got a crazy look from her. Should I be worried? She just made me feel guilty, like I am a bad mother who never pays attention to all details of her own child.

Doctor greeted Pasu nicely and asked me what he can do. I told her that he can say simple words like mother, eat and he can also walk. Doctor talked with her smile, “He probably walks a lot, according to the progression of his weight.” I smiled back and said, “Oh, yes. The only times he doesn’t walk are when he poops and sleeps.”

Apparently, that percentage line came back to haunt me. According to it, Pasu is a little bit small, or you can call him Shorty. This has to do with nature and nurture. He eats his meal and drinks his milk less because now he discovers new ways of learning and playing. Walking and climbing are his favorite activities. He’s been in this world long enough to know what he likes and dislikes. He knows how to say NO by shaking his head. Well, at least baby knows what he/she wants. The secret of this problem is more milk, more appealing and yummy meals and early sleep. Growth hormone works well at night.

Each baby has his/her own pace of growing and every baby is different. I’d love to see my son happily develops his ability. No pushing, however, a little bit of the discipline wouldn’t hurt him. Is that right, my son?

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I Know What You Said

I never know what a 13-month-old baby is capable of until I learn that from my own son. A couple of day ago we fell down on the bathroom floor because I was careless and everything happened so fast, just the blink of your eyes.

The following day, my mother, along with the nanny, were giving him his breakfast as usual. They were talking about things in general and also feeding him. My mother was asking him unintentionally if he was hurt himself at his head yesterday. On one expected to receive his answer especially a word. What he did was he pointed to his head right after my mother finished her question. My mother and nanny were laughing out loud.

One night, I told him to open the door to let the dog come inside the house. I told him twice or perhaps three times. He looked at me, looked at the door, and then looked at me again. His brain must have processed something we never knew. He climbed down the sofa and walked to the door. Of course, he opened to the door as told to do so. However, I didn’t tell him to close the door so he stayed put as he wanted to play outside.

I said, “It’s already dark, my son. Please come inside. You already did a good job and I am thank you for that” and then gave him a big kiss.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Our First Date

Today I had a date with my son, Pasu. I put him in the car seat and took him out for a little ride to visit my co-worker’s little baby. It was just a short ride, about half an hour. This was the first time we went out together. Normally, I always take our nanny with us because I don’t want to let Pasu to be alone at the back of the care while I was driving. And this time was the test to see how he was behaving when he had to be all alone. And I had to say he was doing just fine.

On the way back, we stopped at the bank and then McDonald’s. Pasu walked all over the place and looked at many things. He walked to another table and smiled to a boy who was a little bit older than him. Then they became friend. Pasu looked at violet balloon one girl was holding and then this little boy tried to give Pasu his blue balloon. But his mother stopped this little boy and told him to get a new balloon for Pasu. Thanks to his generosity, Pasu got his first red balloon. He was very happy with his balloon in his hand.

It was time to go home. I, again, put Pasu in his car seat and also left his red hat with him. Unbelievably, he played with his hat. What he did was he put his face inside the hat and did the peek-a-boo to himself. He laughed. I laughed. We both laughed. After that, he asked for the French fries. He made some sounds showing off his joy when he received the fries.

I gotta admit, our date went so well.