If there's only one thing I can say about my boy, Eli, it would be how absolutely funny I think he is.
He is, without a doubt, one of the funniest people I've ever known. He makes me laugh all the time, every single day. From the way he talks to the way he walks. Seriously, sometimes all he has to do is strut himself into the room and I would be laughing my head off. Even his laugh makes me laugh. :)
He tells silly stories, riddles and jokes that include a lot of farts and poo references (why??). He makes even sillier funny faces especially if he knows he is in trouble. He has some ridiculously crazy booty shaking, hand waving, finger pointing dance moves that I have no idea where he gets from and when he runs, oh my God I am laughing by myself right now just having an image of him running in my head. It's hilarious!
The thing is, most of the time he does not want to be funny. As a matter of fact, he hates it when people laugh at him. His favourite phrases include 'Stop laughing' and 'It's not funny!'. Once when sending Ayisha to school, he confidently find himself comfortably seated next to his big sister after the bell rang, ready to listen to her teacher to tell a story and I was a bit too slow to stop him. I heard a roar of laughter from the kids and then came a very familiar 'It's not Funny!' scream followed by his loud cry. It was quite a bit of a scene and we were never near Ayisha's classroom again after that.
I sometimes tell him that being funny is a good thing and how nice it is to be able to make people happy. He just looked at me weird. He doesn't get it.
He is turning 4 in a month and I am well aware that I haven't written half as much about him as I have about his sister in this blog. I have his development written somewhere in bits and pieces. But the most that I have of him was in my notes in my old phone which was now broken before I could retrieve any of it. :( Very tragic indeed. The last that I have of him, is is a piece of paper listing the S words that he said that sounded outrageously funny. For Eli, whenever an S word is followed by a consonant, he finds it doubly hard to say the S in the front. It took me a while to get this but once I do, just by putting an S in front of the words that I could not get, would make such perfect sense immediately, like...
- That's a very cary keleton
- I pill some trawberry moothie mummy
- this car is very pecial
- we can't pray the pider
- I pick quare
- I need a poon
And a tricky one:
- I got a mokito bite
It's not just the S words that I find funny. Sometimes he sings to the wrong lyrics (like we all do!) and sang confidently Yummy like you do from that 50 shades soundtrack. He says 'I *py with my Eli eyes' when playing I Spy. He asked for Calamario for dinner. Well, he does love his neighbour, Uncle Mario as much as Calamari and chips. And once, he told us to 'Keep Calm guys' when Ayisha and I got a bit too excited playing a game.
Apart from being funny, he is also one of the sweetest boy and has such a loving soul. He would tell me how much he loves me and how beautiful and special I am. Constantly. Like a few times a day, every day. A friend told me once way before I had Eli that little boys love their mummies so much and I would extremely love it. How so very true she is and I absolutely am loving it. He would make such a big deal if I hurt myself or go 'ouch' or even 'oops'. Tho sometimes if he's engrossed with his cars he would just scream from afar 'Are you ok mummy?'
Once, when I was going out by myself and we've said our goodbyes, I heard him screaming just as I was closing the garage door. Crazy screaming like he's hurt badly. When I stopped and I saw him, he said he needed a last hug and a kiss. And once he did, he was absolutely fine after!
This year is a big year for Eli (and mummy) as he started going to pre-school 2 times a week. First week was a breeze, No tears, no dramas. For him, that is. For me was another story altogether. I was so lost and everything was such a blur not having him around. It was hard and I was missing him so much! I was clingy and I was a wreck. He was doing absolutely fine.
But second week came and the weeks after that and up till now, the dramas and the tears and the begging and the tantrums started to unfold one by one. Some days were really challenging to even get him out of the house, I felt like giving up pre-school altogether.
It's been close to 3 months now and I think I am still the only mother that hangs around the longest. He definitely knows how to play me too. I must kiss him on the mouth today, kiss him on the forehead tomorrow. Now, I give a kiss on the mouth, both cheeks, forehead, chin and a big bear hug then he's happy to let me go at the kissing gate (yes! the school has a kissing gate, very cute!)
And yesterday, first day back after the school holidays, for the first time after that first week, there was NO TEARS! woohooo!!! I was very prepared tho. Psyched him up days before school term started again. Packed him his favorite Womby the wombat, 4 hot wheels cars and a keychain with mummy and daddy's photo on it for him to look at when he misses me. I also did all the correct number of kisses. I was killing it.
Ok lah, I actually promised him $2 pocket money instead of 20 cents. And one easter egg when he gets home. Ok two. But still, we made progress woohoo!!!
|First day of school|
The thing is, like Ayisha, he was perfectly fine the moment I was out of sight. The teachers and the school are amazing. Like, all of them. They all know Eli and could tell me what happened to him that day and not just his class teachers. The place is so full of cool things to do and explore. Why do you think i stayed there longest? That first few weeks they would call me to assure me that Eli was having a good day and that there was no need for me to rush and get him. And over time, they would tell me what a great day Eli was having, every time. He also has a good friend now. He is so sweet I am so glad they're friends. :) Sometimes I came a bit earlier and had a peek before he saw me and yes, he definitely was having a great time and he's being his cheeky self most definitely.
Once I saw them in a circle singing a song and Eli was busy making funny faces to one of the boys and squashing his cheeks just like he would do to us at home. The boy was smiling and laughing and loving it. Phew!!
Another thing that must be said about Eli is that he eats everything and he eats a lot. If he's starting to get a little bit cranky and difficult, feed him some food. Means he's hungry. I found myself cooking more pieces of chicken and more cups of rice and ordering more pieces of fish when we have fish & chips cos this guy can really eat, man. He needs his own man-size plate. Can't just order 3 main meals and share between the 4 of us. He would definitely need his own. He eats curries and sambal and anchovies. His favourite food includes roti canai, nasi lemak and rice with chicken curry. He would loooove a mamak place. Or mamak will love him, with the amount of food that he could eat!
|Finishing my last supply of tarts *mummy cries!*|
There's a lot more about Eli that I could go on and on about. But I told myself that I needed this post up this month to keep up with my once a month blog post goal (February & March do not count, ok). So another Eli story would have to be for another day and hopefully not another year!
|The sweet one. Eli + Food = happy selfie|