PlayTime!

It's really fun to see Randall play with my bro and his girlfriend cos they play the darndest games, like throwing some toy bowling pin and 'firing' at each other, and putting his foot on my brother's lap and demanding cheekily, 'SMELL my SMELLY feet!'. Haha.. Just last evening, he played fetch bone with my brother's dog, Mambo. After fetching, the dog obviously couldn't stay still for Randall to catch hold of and it also refused to let go of the rubber bone. Randall had to swerve with that dog to get the bone. In the end, with my bro's help, he shouted for Mambo to sit, and on his own accord, tried to hold his paw down by stepping on it so he could yank the toy bone out of Mambo's mouth. It was really hilarious to see him play like that.. :)

Farewell to Beloved Zui Zui

Randall has been into this love-hate relationship with his pacifier since 2 yo in last year's CNY. I still remembered him feeling tremendously upset when relatives started to "shame" him for wanting to suck on his pacifier. Daryl & I, being the soft-hearted parents, assured him that he should feel free to suck on his "zui zui" (that's wat he called his pacifier by) anytime he felt like it. At home visits, he'd put his beloved in his pocket and was happy to know that he could have it anytime he wanted. Since then, he learnt to remove his beloved with relatives/strangers around, and only sucked on it when he was with us. About a month ago, we noticed that his zui zui was tattered and offered to change a new one. He kicked a big fuss and even picked his zui zui from our empty dustbin, attempting to put straight into his mouth. We warned him that he would then have no choice but to stop sucking when it was really in a bad condition. He agreed. Recently, his addiction for his zui zui was so great we almost lost hope of him weaning it off any time soon. But alas, just yesterday at his usual naptime, MIL noticed that the rubber part of his pacifier was torn and then told him that he shouldn't be sucking it anymore, or else he'd be sucking in air and the 'wind' would make his tummy ache. He agreed that sucking in air would make his tummy pain pain. MIL asked if he wanted a new one. He said no. MIL then place his pacifier by the side of his pillow, telling him that he could have it if he wanted, but he did not take it. He had great difficulty falling asleep though, fidgeting and yawning like a man suffering from withdrawal syndrome. That afternoon, he managed to nap but 1/2 an hour lesser than usual. Come night time, Daryl & I was worried he'd make lotsa noise looking for his pacifier, especially since he asked for his pacifier the moment he was put into his car seat on our way home. I had to remind him that it was torn and offered haw pieces for him to munch on. Surprisingly, when it's sleep time, he did not even once asked for his pacifier. He started asking me to sing him X'mas songs (It'd been some time since I needed to sing him to sleep) and drank water many times. Although it took him double the time to fall alseep, he didn't wake up in the middle of the nite to ask for his zui zui (which we expected he might). We were so proud that he actually persevered and succeeded in weaning it off! Hooray! :D