Jun liked to eat chicken wings. Oh, and he loved pineapples too. So whenever we had Haiwaiian pizzas, the older two would pick out all their pineapple bits and gave them to Jun who gobbled them up greedily. This comical imp.
Xiaoshu wanted to take a photo of him but he refused. Acting COY. ha.
He could not pronounce any other sound, except for the b sound. So jie jie became bear bear. Gor Gor became Bor Bor. When Papa and I tried to correct him, he took a deep breath and mustered all his strength as if giving his very best shot at doing it correctly...and a thunderous "BIN BIN" came out. It was hilarious.
The little bin was going to turn 3 in a few months' time. He had made a lot of promises. When would you stop drinking milk? 3 years old. Start school? 3 years old. Stop wearing diapers? 3 years old. He was eagerly awaiting his third birthday as I promised that we would get his own bus/train card when he turned 3. He religiously measured himself against the height cutout at Bukit Panjang MRT Station and never failed to eat up the vegetables when we reminded him that eating healthily would enable him to grow "tall and lanky, big and strong".
He was also able to go on each step with one foot, instead of putting both feet on every single step. I thought that was quite remarkable. I recalled tong only did this when he was older. He was able to count 1 to 10 in English too (not just reciting from memory), and he knew the concept of counting, going to another number only when he took another step.
Recently, he could not get to sleep at the usual 9pm bedtime. He would come out to play on his own, talk to Papa and ask to go to sleep at midnight. Not sure of how long this would persist, but he was obedient and did his own things while Papa and Mama worked.
All together a delightful boy. We prayed for all of God's divine protection, wisdom and favour to be on him and the old two kids. In Jesus' name, Amen.
