They don't call it the Terrible Twos for nothing. And Isaac has been displaying it with capital "T"s. Being down with a nasty cough for 3 weeks did not help either, though for most part, he was his usual cheery self.. He was almost getting better last week until he helped himself to a box of chocolates on the dining table, and downed 5 pieces before his silent ninja ways were discovered.
So the weekends have been a little chaotic, with our temperamental two-year-old son driving us up the wall. It also broke the heart of Celia, our maid, to see this little fella refuse to eat much, the sickness affecting his appetite. At least he was drinking his milk. Dehydration almost aways means a trip to and a stay at KK Hospital for him and me, if it comes to that. Drips suck. So thank goodness he still drank.
The two girls are fine, except Faith had a brief runny nose. While Ning worked on getting the rascal boy to sleep, Mommy and I played with the girls. Joy likes company. She has been very quick with the smiles, and always greets our faces with a big grin and a gurgle or two. Faith was bouncing on our bed like it was a trampoline, and we had to stop her before she jumped on Joy.
Then for a brief moment, they were lying side by side, looking at Mommy making faces. I don't know when Faith will be able to talk to her little sister. But she knows this little baby is a part of her family and that's a good start.
