Joy is almost a month old, and we will soon be losing the help of the confinement maid. I introduced Joy to the Papa March for Pacification of Crying Infants™ where Papa carries said crying baby and marches around the house while singing the tune used by SAF marching bands, used with much success on his two other children.
Discussions have begun with Joy's Grandma on the arrangements in the coming weeks, now that we are short one pair of hands.
Isaac showed us he can count from 1 to 10, with a small problem with the number 7, which we have to admit, is somewhat hard to pronounce. He also impressed his Papa (who does not see him as often as his Grandparents or his on-maternity-leave Mother) with his ability to sing his ABC song. He also showed his Papa how many pictures he can identify from his favourite books, his love for reading helped by Grandma and Mommy. His speech is coming a little late, despite being 25 months old now, because he does not have the benefit of an older sibling who can talk, but nobody is too fussed by the delay.
Isaac also knows how to pronounce every one of The Wiggles' names — Murray, Jeff, Anthony and Greg. He makes his Mommy count to three, and say "Wake up Jeff!" so that he can pretend to be the always-asleep Jeff and wake up running around.
Isaac also learned to kiss his little sister, Joy, goodnight, and give her "sayang" pat on the head, without poking her in the eye or using too much force. A very important life skill.
He had a touch of running nose, which made him cranky for most of Sunday. Grandma had the same thing, but no one knows who gave it to whom.
Isaac's big sister, Faith, took three hours on Saturday to go to sleep, and kept her parents up on Friday night till almost 1am. Way past her bedtime. Good thing Papa knows how to surf the web, read email and IM with his mobile phone, in the dark, or he would be bored to tears.
On Sunday, the two older children were kept at Grandma's by Papa, to keep them out of Mommy's hair, who is beginning to go stir-crazy staying home all day being Joy's milk factory.
And the wife ate the most expensive laksa with "hum" (cockles) for breakfast on Sunday. $3 for the bowl, $62 for the late night clinic visit for food poisoning. It was very painful for Mommy's tummy and Papa's wallet.
Oh, as part of our exciting film-festivalesque weekend, we rented some DVDs and we watched Hitch by Will Smith on Saturday (quite enjoyed it), and some bloody local film-festival-award-winning short film called A Wicked Tale, which had Little Red Riding Hood in it (er, the DVD cover art was very nice).