The Light at the end of the Tunnel

"Nnngggg-NNGGG..."
If I hear this, I rush for the potty. Depending on when he does it, I believe he is now trying to either communciate his need to do a BM, or cue himself to do so. It's really cute to hear him make that sound in the back of his throat. Of course there have been many false alarms, but thankfully my darling is very ok with sitting on his potty even if there's nothing to do. He's very stable there, won't fall unless he tries to reach for something. Which means I can't leave any toys near him unless I'm there. Guess his thunder thighs just keep him steady.

Eight Months

R2 is 8 months old today. And we're still not diaper-free yet, ESPECIALLY at home.

In these past 8 months, I have learnt one thing: babies change. To expect them to remain the same is like expecting Singapore's weather to become predictable. Haha. Patterns emerge, alter, sometimes change drastically. I am glad that throughout these times, I have caught most, if not all, of his eliminations, and have thus put all the "equipment" I invested in - trainers, prefolds, nappies, pocket diapers, liners etc - to good use. Now if only his thighs were not so fat, so everything could last LONGER...

On another (funnier) note, R1 fell in the toilet bowl yesterday after she had a BM, and was waiting for her Dad to wash her. I have no idea how it happened, but we did laugh our heads off, and wished we had a camera at hand. It reminded me of the Ally McBeal episode where the aforementioned protagonist somehow or other got stuck in the WC, and had to have a the firefighting team arrive to chop her out or something. I'm sure her colleagues never forgot it, IF there were a real company like it.