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Kid Logic :: 9th November 2003

Jared gives the word 'restless' a whole new meaning…as in "you-might-as-well-give-me-poison-if-you-want-me-to-lie-down-and-close-my-eyes!!" That tyke is simply tireless! I have gotten so used to him bouncing on EVERYTHING that if he doesn't move for one nanosecond, I am worried sick.

He's even invented the game of "mopping the floor with our pajamas". He started going under the sofas and chairs and crawling until the very end. All the other kids (older, might I add) followed suit. The name of the game came about because we figured since there are six kids crawling under the chairs, wiping the area completely free of dust, they're practically making 'kakak' a very happy lady! No need to mop under the chairs because it's dust-free. Don't believe me? Check the kids' pajamas!

He started taking more powdered milk now because I suspect my body isn't able to catch up with his demanding feeding schedule. It seems like he's digging into my clothes more often than I would really fancy. My mom was totally aghast when we were window-shopping one fine day and suddenly Jared went, like, "nen-nen (milk)" and helped himself right infront of the payment counter!

My mom's jaws fell right down to her toes and she had this look of utter disbelief. She never breastfed any one of her kids and cannot imagine anyone being sominded about being groped (kid or not) in public. This is pure insanity and she immediately gave me a lecture about "It's about time to wean him". I can't say I blame her, really because she was a housewife with a house to keep, and three kids to keep her on her toes. No maid!!

I am so reliant on my maid that I am practically groveling by her feet. I worship the ground she walks on, the floors she sweeps and mops, the clothes and dishes she washes…etc. It pays that she loves my kids as much as I do…well, almost always. With Joshua, it's a love-hate relationship. Sometimes, I can see her 18-year-old mind spinning and temper waning with Joshua's each whining antic.

It's a little easier to get along with Jared cause he's so unbelievably cheerful all the time. Even when he's angry, he's cute like nothing else I have ever known. He would be throwing a fit on the floor and all of us are laughing our butts off! On top of that, he has learnt how to "Cry Wolf" a lot.

Joshua would be playing with a toy nicely (he does this quite well, thankfully) and Jared would prance on over and makes a grab for it. Naturally, big kor-kor would not let go of the toy he had his hands on first. When Joshua remains adamant about playing with the toy, Jared lets wails and kicks his feet, punches the air, points his finger into his big bro's face and shouts. If this fails, he would cry with real huge drops of tears and we would all gush around him like he was the victim or something. It didn't occur to me that this was a tactic until one time, I rushed over and immediately chided Joshua for being insensitive and refusing to share. My sister-in-law rightfully put me in my place by telling me, "Joshua had the toy first. Jared was trying to snatch the toy". I went like, "Oh. Really?" What else should I say.

Well, lots, actually. I said 'sorry' to poor misunderstood Joshua and took Jared away to be kissed, hugged and punished.

Joshua is quite well behaved generally now. Seriously, I never thought I'd see the day when he would 'talk'…I mean, TALK to me. He's infamous for his whine-first-talk-later strategy and we all would gather around making a guess about what's bothering the little guy, you know. He would be whining, kicking and fussing and we're all sitting around him, "Check his feet, is something in there? Is it his tummy? Check there. Is it his hair. Check there. Is it his head? Check there. Is it his teeth? Check in there too" and then he announces "I want nen-nen" and we'd all heave a huge sigh of relief. Phew! Nothing wrong…he just wants his milk.

But heck, why didn't you just say so????

Have you ever heard of kid-logic before? Nope, here's news. They sometimes make perfect sense with whatever innocent statements that they make. Let me show you:

Joshua: Look, mommy. There's a mountain.
Mom: Huh? No, Josh. I don't see a mountain
Joshua: Yes, mommy. There's a mountain. Look, up…down
Mom: You're not making any sense, Josh. Really. There's NO mountain
Joshua: Look. (runs forward) up. (runs further) down.

(we were walking up a slope)

Mom: (Looks baffled) Uh….yup, Josh. It does KINDA look like a mountain, doesn't it?

Kids. They make perfect sense sometimes, don't they?

:: Marsha ::