One Saturday at East Coast Park

Every Sunday, its visit Ah Mah and Ah gong day.



On Fridays, sometimes i get to stay over at Gong Gong and Por Por house and i would go for breakfast together with them in the morning at Hougang Green and they get to hao lian me to all their friends.



So Saturday has somehow become our own family day, with just Daddy, Mommy and me. Sometimes with Cik Cik Yani too.



Mommy and Daddy came to pick me on Saturday's late noon. Though Por Por suggested that I stay with them for another night so that Mommy can have some shopping or resting time for herself, Mommy couldnt bear to be apart from me already. She missed me loads.



Took an apple from Por Por house and held onto it tightly. Mommy warned that if i threw it on the floor and dirty it, it would be gone forever!



I smelled it occasionally.



Back in the car, Mommy said that i could chew on the apple all by myself. Mommy took the apple away from me to bite off the skin and i got very angry.



I cried and squirmed in Mommy's arms cause i thought she took away my apple FOREVER.



Papa said im very naughty.





MINE MINE MINE!




its very sweet and juicy.



and its very small, just nice for the size of my hands.

I would never give u a bite.

Stop looking at my apple.

I dozed off in the car after Mommy went to buy me a new wooden high chair which would be a lot easier to clean once i start to learn to feed myself after 1 years old.

I continued to sleep even when they reached East Coast Park and transferred me to my combi stroller.

They went to check out the worst fleamarket ever at PLAYGROUND and we went to sushi tei for dinner.

I had lumps of plain japanese rice and home cooked alphabet pasta

Everyone in good spirits and ready to go!

Walking towards the beach!

Daddy showed me some fishes in the pond. He was saying that we should have brought along some bread so that the fishes will all swim towards us and Gwenneth can have a good look at them.

FFFF-IIIIII-SSSS-HHHHHHH

East Coast family picture take 1!

Take 2!

Take 3!

Daddy felt that i wouldnt appreciate the joy of playing sand just yet and should get his precious white skin baby on the dirty beach sand with twigs, dried leaves and small plant seeds.

"carry and see seecan already! the beach so dirty! ai yo!"

But Mommy thought that i should be given the chance to touch, feel and explore.

Its ok to get dirty..

Daddy felt the heartache to see his nice smelling 11 months old baby on the beach!

Mommy brought me close to the waves and ran backwards each time the wave comes near.

Gwenneth chuckled :)

Mommy let me touch the sea water with my toes!

I lifted up my legs as the wet sand feels weird on my feet.

I wanna feel the wet sand.

See Mommy having so much fun?

Family time with Daddy and Gwenneth is precious!

Mommy finally asked for a mueslin cloth from Yani and let me sit on a relatively clean patch of sand that Daddy has spotted for me.

Mommy encouraged me to touch the dry and fine sand but was also worried that a grain of sand would blow into my eyes because of the sea breeze

hands on!

Never touched sand for my whole life! (11 months)

enjoying the view

Just as Mommy thought that it was a perfect day, with nice breeze and waving coconout trees, children building sand castles and running back to their Mommies for a bit of the cheese sandwich, it started to rain!

Mommy picked me up from the sand abruptly and we all dashed for the car.

I had that puzzled look when i was in the car.

"I thought.... I thought.... I thought i was playing sand a while ago?"

Mommy was sad that it was such a spoiltsport.

We will go again... Daddy and Mommy right?

Blog to cease after my first birthday. Sobs.

In another month's time, your favourite blog,

www.spyingonmylittlelife.blogspot.com will cease.

Mommy started this because she wanted to pen down the first eventful year of my life. The many "first" i take since June 2008.


My first jab, my first flip, my first bath...

and now that its June 2009, Mommy thought that she would stop blogging and tidy up the blog with spelling, grammatical errors , short forms, capital letters at appropriate places which she was all too lazy to edit. She would then print out the blog like a coffee table book for the joy of reading it by the warm morning sun, with her wrinkled hands with Daddy, preferably in Australia in many many years to come.

Credits to Mommy's friend, Bel, who did a lovely journal for her handsome boy, Travis.

This is the 101th entree you are reading, and I hope ive entertained you quite a bit over the past year!

This is just a humble blog without tens of thousands of hits rating.

Its just a blog for those who truly loved me, my mum, or my dad.

and i love you too.

big loves,
Gwenneth Tan

Gwenneth and her little tricks at 11 months

Its the same this month as in April, I do not need to see Dr Yip at 11 months old.

I will be due for my 1 year old assessment next month!

Mommy already made an appointment with me at the clinic to have my weight and height to be measured on my actual birthday to see how much Ive grown!

I havent been weighing myself since quite a few months!

Dont you miss pictures of me on the weighing machine?

It may be the last time i will be on that machine cause i will be able to stand on the scales very soon!


Mommy is already starting to feel the difference...

Ive 7 teeth, 4 on the upper gums and 3 on the lower gums.

L size huggies is getting a bit tight.

About 1 month ago, Mommy received samples of Stage 3 milk, Enfagrow.

I was on full breastmilk from a baby to 6 months old.

then i was on Enfapro formula milk since then till now.

Soon, Mommy would have to wean me off stage 2 to move on to stage 3!

Mommy will probably do that on my 11.999999th month.

Enfapro price was about $38.80 and recently $40.

I drink a 90ml tin every week.

$38 x 4weeks x 6months = $912

almost a thousand dollars worth of milk in half a year!



and now, moving on to Enfagrow is a lot cheaper!

only 2/3th the price.

Gwenneth is a big girl already... she will soon be drinking milk meant for 1 year old :)

Here are the things Little grown up Gwenneth can do!


Ive perfected my waving skills from rotating my wrist, to a real "wave" by moving my forearms at the elbow

gives blowing kisses when the adults say "pank-kiss" (whats the right word anyway?)

i can take a ball and give it to someone in particular if i know the name.
Eg "Give the ball to Papa!"

I can bring anything, about the size of a mobile phone to my ear when you say "hello?"



I keep my lips slightly apart and print a wet kiss on specifiically either daddy's or Mommy's lips when told to "kiss mama! or "kiss papa!"



Iwould lift up mommy's t shirt and expose her belly button when she goes...
"Where is Mommy's bellybutton?"
Its not easy to find mine, as the folds are quite tricky.






- I could fish out a "crab" or "frog" quickly when Mommy asked me to do so. I can even do more complex instructions like "Gwenneth! Take the crab and put it in the red pail!"




Where's the frog?

I mimicked daddy by taking the smaller scv remote controller, straighten out my arms and point it to the tv when daddy says "on the tv!"

I would even hold it in this particular manner with my 4 fingers and thumb holding onto each side of the controller and then rest my little index finger on the buttons.

The cutest part is that i would balance the controller properly first with my left hand and position my right hand properly in place cause the controller is quite heavy for my small hand.

I enjoy standing up in the bath tub and MUST burst every bubble mommy blew out of the soapy loop.

and enjoy doing contorted body twist.

I would cling on to Daddy's neatly ironed shirt tightly when i knew he was going out to work. i would also cry and hold on to his pants when he put me down after giving me a good bye kiss.

I can gently pat my chest to tell you that im scared "pah pah" But I will still cry and wail out loud on first instinct.

Mommy does her makeup in the living room by a small compact mirror before going out, just beside me,whileCik Cik Yani pack up my items and take out my stroller and car seat. I love crawling all over her and grab that concealer she has in hand.

i would copy mommy when she does her make up by patting my palm on my cheeks. it made Mommy laugh. And sometimes when Mommy asked me to show her how I do "make up" for her during my mood swings, i end up slapping her.

Being very intelligent with my many omega 3 salmon fish treats and Daddy's patience teaching, I know that the remote control car is directly co-related with the, remote control of course.

Daddy always tell me that in order to make the car move, we have to use this remote control.

These 2 things have batteries and switches on its own. So when Mommy switch on the battery on the car, there will be blue and red flickering lights. Immediately, I would crawl and pick up the remote control and try pressing the orange buttons.

Sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

My eyes would follow the yellow car very closely.

I haven not learnt how to free the car when it gets trapped in another toy or pillow though. So Mommy helped me with that.

When ask about the swimming pool, i would either crawl to my balcony or point to the direction and say "poooo poooo poooo"

I love food! I would point at whatever you are eating and say "yum yum yum yum..." and lick my lips.

Trust me, you will feel guilty for not giving me a piece

I can stick out my fat tongue too!

On a "better mood" occasion...

BLINK!


Daddy, Mommy and I were lazing on bed watching cartoon and she told me about the red button on the tv remote control, pointing to it and said "red button! red button!"

i fidelled with it a bit and went on to flip my blue book and looked for the page with my favourite green apple picture.

Mommy then chatted with Daddy with Pocoyo on TV.

Out of the blue, Mommy asked..."Where's the red button Gwenneth?"

I TURNED MY HEAD, LOOKED AROUND, PICKED UP THE REMOTE CONTROL AND POINTED AT THE RED BUTTON!

Daddy and Mommy had their eyes wide open and stare at each other for a good whole 5 seconds before they squeal out a string of praises.

Because Gwenneth is learning fast and absorbing all that she observes like a thirsty sponge, Mommy decided given the opportunity for more exposure.

Mommy read that the first 3 years of a child's life is critical as the brain undergoes rapid growth provided there is appropriate and sufficient stimulation.

Mommy is not hoping or deliberately training me to be a genius or excel competitively among my age peers. She just wanted me to learn to be outgoing and not be shy and timid. She also hope to enrol me into playgroups so that I will learn to share and be nice.

She will try to bring me out whenever she can, and even opt to take a bus, so that i can learn all about bus rides and have a better view of the passing cars on the elevated bus seats compared to Daddy's car.

Mommy would also bring me down to the lobby to wait for Daddy when Daddy told her that he is on his way home for dinner. We would watch the neighbours dogs take their evening walks as i go "oorh! oorh! oorh!" at the dogs.

We hardly go through flash cards and only repeatedly studied the same old "Baby's first word" book.



.......and the big leap,



IM GOING TO SCHOOL!!!!

Mommy enrolled me to this class meant for babies age 8-18 months old.

Its 1.5hrs each session, twice a week.

Mommy paid for 2months.

there is a session commencing on my 1st year old birthday, but mommy wanted to delay it for another 2 months so that i will make the best of it learning and understanding more things at age 13th and 14th month.

my school starts in august!

Are we getting uniforms, pencil box and water bottle, Ma?

The class curriculum promises popcorn making, playing bongos to African beats, getting acquainted with friendly puppet characters, hand painting with delicious ice creams or discovering the aromas of exotic spices.

It also has a 15mins playtime with Chinese stories, songs and hands-on fun!



Mommy is very wary of falling into the trap of numerous classes, courses and tuition that kills away a happy childhood.

The only thing that Mommy insisted that i must learn is swimming. Its for safety and survival. Not for the fun of it like ballet or violin.


and the final bit, how about watching me dance naked to beat box?