Liem takes photos

Mummy: Hey Liem, you want to take some photos?
Liem: Yes.
M: What do you want to take pictures of?
L: Mummy and me.
M: Really? Ok. Here you go. You hold the camera like this, press the button....OPPP! You've got to hold the camera still while you press the button. Look at this...what is this picture of?
L: Up there!
M: That's right. It's the ceiling! It's because you turned the camera up just as you pressed the button. Can just see a bit of your hair at the bottom. Try again. That's a good one!

ARR!

Ahoy there me hearties! We be pirates!

Big boy

Sometimes I can hardly believe how fast Liem grows. His whole body used to fit between my palm and elbow. Now look at him!

Back of his head

See! This is what I mean, bring the camera out, Liem turns around to present the back of his head. Speaking of which, if you look at the close up, he's got "dua pusat" (two whorls where the hair grows around). According to two people I've spoken to (both of which have one child who has dua pusat, coincidentally or not both times it is the youngest child) this means he will be "difficult for the mum". And is he? Don't ask stupid questions...OF COURSE HE IS!

Liem helps Mummy peg the clothes

The little guy and I

Haven't been able to take many photos lately. Mr Liem has been turning his head away every time the camera points in his direction. He did allow a photo of the two of us together.

Can you find Liem?

Mr Liem is having a tanty. The clue is in the missing sock - he pulls his socks off whenever he doesn't get his way.

More midnight conversations

When Liem was younger, he used to cry in the night and we never knew why he was crying. It was always a guessing game as to what was wrong. Was he sick, was he hungry, was he having a nightmare, was he too hot, too cold? Who knew? We looked forward to the time when he could talk so that he could TELL us what was wrong.

Here was one of the early conversations.

He IS getting better at telling us what's wrong. "I want to go to toilet", "Water in my nose!" are easily understood and we can do something about. We still get the occasional cryptic one though, like "My cheek is warm!" "What's that?" I ask. "My CHEEK is WARM, I said!"

Who's old???

Liem: I'm looking after you, Mummy.
Mummy: Oh, that's nice. Will you look after Mummy when Mummy is old?
L: Yes.
M: What a good boy. What about Daddy?
L: Daddy is not old!
Daddy: Is Mummy old?
L (nodding): Yes.