Wednesday, July 07, 2010
I woke up in the middle of the night,
hearing Daven's cry. In the midst of
rattling, I believe they were trying to
get some water down his throat. But
he keep spitting them out.
"谁教他这样的？"
The familiar voice emerged.
"How can you like that?" More to Daven this time.
(Skip the language since it can be a post long)
You, of course.
Teaching him to "rinse" his mouth
in a spitting way. It's not difficult
to confuse between the "rinsing" mouth
water to the drinking water.
The same goes to throwing toys.
He loved throwing all kinds of toys
at first. It took him quite a while
to learn that not all toys are meant
to be thrown.
Why, in the first place, would he want
to throw those toys? It was because the
first toy he was playing with was the ball.
He was taught to throw them, and was cheered on
everytime he managed to. He was looking for
the cheer when he threw his toy train, toy car,
rattle, books and whatever he had.
She always complain that she does not have
enough time to rest while coping with housework,
Daven, and at the end of the night, still have
to clear up the mess Daven caused. So she always
us this irritating voice to command someone to do
it instead.
But I always think that sufferings are caused by
no one other than oneself. I never had problems
with Daven keeping his own toys before. Well, yes,
he will mess up the blocks while he's at it.
Then grab another box, wanting to open it for him.
"Let's keep these first before we play with that."
And I make sure he keep everything.
He would miss out one or two.
Sometimes, he will take more than 3 reminders
before he keep everything. But I never
help him to other toys before he keep those he's
at.
I guess the only time is when she was going to
take it over for bath/bed/eating time. She would
not be bothered whether he had toys lying around.
That's why I always have this feeling since his
birth that he will probably grow up into someone
I so wanna strangle to death.
. Well, try me .
