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Choosing Me ::

Who's the talker and who's the yapper? No prizes for guessing, of course. Needless to say, Joshua revels in his newfound form of expression, talking. Like every other kid his age, he finds it fun to ask the people around him funny questions and watch their reactions to it. Like, "Mommy, can I put the hat on the banana, mom?" or "Mom, the sky is red, yeah, mom?".

My immediate answer would normally be a very careless 'yes' and then a quirky expression…just to humor the guy for trying.

He is an amazing little boy and I mean this is the nicest way possible. Apart from a mild splattering of tantrums here and there throughout the day, he stays nice to everyone, except daddy.

Poor daddy doesn't really have as much time on his hands as he and I wish he has and he is not home most of the time. Sometimes I wonder if it's ironic that I have two sons instead of two daughters because someone knew my husband wouldn't have the time to spend with his family.

So, his two sons will actually take the place of their fathers, in my heart and mind. That's not to say that they can match the humor that is so apparently wonderful in their father but they give me most of my laughs throughout the day.

Joshua is also very commendable in his efforts to be diplomatic about things and turns out that he's also Jared's watchdog. Every other minute, I can hear a wail and then followed by "Mom, Baby Jared press the button". I make a mad dash downstairs to see Baby Jared rubbing his sore bum and Joshua standing over him like an authoritative figure right infront of the CD player. Apparently, baby Jared has been pressing the buttons on the CD player, causing deep stress to his cousins who had to watch the beginning of the show a thousand times over. Everytime the introduction finishes, he presses the 'eject' button twice to make the CD come out and then go in again. This may be fun for the funky toddler but for the rest, the beginning of the show was starting to irk them. So, Josh decides to step him and shove his brother out of the way when he tries to eject the CD for the tenth time, resulting in a wail and a sore bum.

Jared is an absolute delight to be around. Although I can be biased with my opinion but it's my calculated and objective guess that he's a favorite in the household. Who wouldn't love to watch the way he shakes his cute little behind to an upbeat tune on the TV? Who wouldn't love to tickle those folds of fats under his shirt? Who wouldn't want to pinch the cuteness out of him when he wakes up in the morning all sunshine and flowers and butterflies?

He has this astounding ability to be very cheerful under adverse circumstance. For instance, I could be raving mad about him trying to chew this shoes but he would be smiling and giggling at my hair-tearing.

He is absolutely certain that this is the right button to push because he knows he's cute as hell and he knows I will fall for this antic, regardless of how mad I am. It's the breastfeeding that is making him to darn smart, I guess!!!

He is still breastfeeding exclusively and I am mentally patting myself on the back for it because I never thought I'd hold it out so far. There are people around me discouraging me from continuing with it because breastfeeding is sucking the life out of me, they say. My grandmother and mother are strongly urging me to stop, for instance. I can't blame them because my weight is dropping like a fly with rocks tied to it's….wings.

They ask me if I had been on a diet and my response is choking on the tenth piece of mooncake in my hands! I eat like my life depended on it…not that it doesn't but my maid can probably attest to the fact that I am a hard-core junkie and eat almost anything that has anything remotely unhealthy in it for me. But oh, I couldn't give up mooncakes. Thank goodness the mooncake festival happens only once a year. Phew!

Last night, he had me giggling like a little girl all over again in the middle of the night. You see, in order to market myself, I spend a whole lot of time on the Internet and browsing through newspapers collecting contacts.

The moment I started writing the first contact and prospect, Jared was up in bed. While I was seriously pondering over whom I should call the next day, he was pulling at my shirt top, looking into the shirt for the source of his food. I still managed to get down (decently written out) about 20 prospects while breastfeeding him. However, he wasn't ready for bed even after feeding because he started tinkling around with his toys and sticking his little cute face into mine for a kiss. In the end, I said 'forget it' to the list of prospects and cuddled up in bed with him, giggling and smacking his backside for being the loveable cutie-pie that he is!

:: Marsha ::