Before Aaron started talking, I, like any other mother, tried to encourage him as often as possible. I remember my mother saying something like "Enjoy the quiet time now. Before you know it, it'll be "Why Why Why" all day long". Well, he's not at that stage yet and without knowing what the future holds or what I'll be thinking at that time, I say this: "I wouldn't mind it at all since it means he is curious and anxious to learn about this world."
I remember an annoying little boy who used to ask that very question ALL THE TIME. He used to annoy the heck out of all my friends with his cheeky antics and his endless "Whys". I think some of them were ready to choke him to death! Anyway, that boy was my brother.
Last night as Aaron and I lay down for bed, and I asked him to close his eyes, he asked "Why?"
Amanda: Because its time to sleep.
Aaron: Why?
Amanda: Because its late.
Aaron: Why?
Amanda: Because its dark outside.
Aaron: Moon is out. Why?
Amanda: Because it wants you to start dreaming.
Aaron: How?
Amanda: Close your eyes.
Phew! I think the first "Why?" was actually Aaron's first ever "Why?". Immediately, my mother's words and my brother's cheeky face flashed across my mind. And as he asked the subsequent "Whys" I thought it was the start of a big long "Why" cycle that will last for who knows how many months/years!
Funnily, he broke it himself with a "How?" and there were no more "Whys?" last night. Maybe this is the trailer for "The Why years of Aaron"...
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Saturday, April 19, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Yes, Aaron.
Just like every other morning at around 6.45am, I called out to Aaron to come eat breakfast. As usual, he runs over to the table and stands by his chair so I can put him in it. He surprised us for the past two days by feeding himself the entire meal (without too much of a mess). He had an even bigger surprise for us today.
As he sat in his chair, feeding himself, Richard sat beside him and was also dutifully eating mouthful after mouthful of oatmeal with banana. On the other hand, I was walking about, looking at what else there was in the fridge to make my breakfast more interesting and basically moving around aimlessly. After a short while of this moving around, I hear:
"Mama"
I look at Aaron.
"Sit down"
I smiled at him.
"Eat"
I sat, and ate.
He absolutely surprised me. He's never said so many things in a row before. I can't say it was a real conversation since he was basically giving me instructions. (OMG! He's ordering me around already!)
It was definitely a proud moment for me to hear him speak and look so much like a little boy. Although, I also now realize that I'll have to step up the training on his 'Please' and 'Thank Yous'.
As he sat in his chair, feeding himself, Richard sat beside him and was also dutifully eating mouthful after mouthful of oatmeal with banana. On the other hand, I was walking about, looking at what else there was in the fridge to make my breakfast more interesting and basically moving around aimlessly. After a short while of this moving around, I hear:
"Mama"
I look at Aaron.
"Sit down"
I smiled at him.
"Eat"
I sat, and ate.
He absolutely surprised me. He's never said so many things in a row before. I can't say it was a real conversation since he was basically giving me instructions. (OMG! He's ordering me around already!)
It was definitely a proud moment for me to hear him speak and look so much like a little boy. Although, I also now realize that I'll have to step up the training on his 'Please' and 'Thank Yous'.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
May I have some of your milk, please?
I have been trying to teach Aaron about generosity and sharing. He has no problem sharing his toys and other things during play. When eating, he will try to shove a soggy biscuit in your mouth when he's bored with it. But if its something that he likes to eat, he's usually extremely reluctant to let anybody have a bite. I suppose thats the case with everybody but I still try to show him that its a good thing to share.
Yesterday, I was chatting with my mother while Aaron was having a breastfeed. She asked him "Can I have some? Please?". She did this several times and each time, he either shook his head or stopped drinking long enough to say "Aaron's". My mother persisted.
All of a sudden, Aaron unlatched himself, got up and went to my mother. He took her hand and indicated she should follow him. She did and he led her to me. Aaron then pointed at me and told her "Other side".
Now isn't that the ultimate act of generosity from a breastfeeding toddler?
Yesterday, I was chatting with my mother while Aaron was having a breastfeed. She asked him "Can I have some? Please?". She did this several times and each time, he either shook his head or stopped drinking long enough to say "Aaron's". My mother persisted.
All of a sudden, Aaron unlatched himself, got up and went to my mother. He took her hand and indicated she should follow him. She did and he led her to me. Aaron then pointed at me and told her "Other side".
Now isn't that the ultimate act of generosity from a breastfeeding toddler?
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