Growing up fast

Jon's growing up fast these days. Every couple of days, he'll do new things. He throws tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants, he retaliates by hitting his older cousin when she flicks her towel at him or threatens to beat him, he refuses to go to bed in his sarong and will climb out of it or demand I bring him out, and he'll want to eat whatever we're munching.

Then the adorable side of him will put his arms around our necks or shoulders, ask to be carried, kiss us (but he has been kissing only grandma this week), run into our arms, babble away, happily sit down and allow us to put on his shoes so he can go for a walk in our compound with grandpa in the morning or sit down on the sofa and watch telly progs with us.

The other day, I came back to find him in the kitchen with a ladle and a stainless steel container. He was playing on his own while grandma and helper were preparing dinner. So I brought him to his play corner and got him to play masak masak. Don't you think he looks like he's really cooking something?

He's 20months old now and I can't believe he will turn two in four months' time. Is he really going through the terrible twos? I like this quote "There's no way to be a perfect mom, and a million ways to be a great one". I am learning as I go along.

I am not sure if I am ready for #2. The feeding every 2-3hrs, the burping, the handling of a small baby. But I look forward to the smell of a baby, to introducing Jon to his sister, Jon's taking care and protecting of the little one, and hoping that they'll be great pals and playmates in time to come.