Junya turns 38 months today and Sakura is 15 months old!
We spent 3 weeks in Japan together this month, which means both Cheesiepetits had to be in each other’s company 24 hours every day.
I think they have grown a lot closer together.
When mama is too busy to entertain, they had no choice but to play with each other. Haha ❤︎
Grow well, grow tall, reach higher and higher.
Reach for the sky and beyond.
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It was a month of adventure for Junya. Lots of luggage-pushing, lots of different keys for different hotel doors, lots of train rides and flights, and lots of new faces to meet.
I have noticed that especially now that he goes to school, he is speaking more and more English and less and less Japanese/Mandarin. He does understand both, but he just won’t speak them, perhaps he is shy to make mistake, or simply just got too used to speaking English. The only Japanese he speaks is when he mimics Shimajiro, his favorite tiger on TV. I tried to train him up again by chatting up to him in Japanese sometimes, but most of the time he replies my Japanese questions with English answers lol.
Our conversation goes like this:
“Junya, onaka suita?”
“I want yakisoba.”
“Kyo wa gohan to gyoza dakedo ii?”
“No I want to eat yakisoba.”
Only yakisoba is Japanese lolol.
So then I thought this trip will be slightly awkward because everyone will be talking in Japanese but he’ll be like all Singlish..😯 but boy I was so wrong.
If this trip has taught me anything, it is young kids’ astonishing ability to pick up a language at a foreign land, and that traveling is the most enriching lesson a child can ever get.
By the second day, Junya was speaking ALL Japanese, including phrases that I have never spoken to him before, and also keigo (honorifics). He would be like “hai dozo, kochira de gozaimasu” while signalling me to my seat, and be like “hai omatechimachita (omatase shimashita)” and gave me a piece of imaginary cake… LOLOL it’s just very funny if you understand the language.
And then I realized that he has picked up all these phrases from restaurant waitstaff, taxi drivers, customer service… etc. It’s amazing.
His amusing self-entertainment continues from last month.
Working on a science project.
Being a mermaid…
How long does Terrible Two last??? According to some of my senpai mama, it never ends😶
Junya is 3 now, but he still has his fair share of tantrums and wilfulness. My patience is running short and sometimes, I’ll guiltily admit, I will lose it and yell at him and it would be a cry fest explosion in the house (or in public, which is worse) which I regret every single time. It is time consuming, and ever so energy-draining. For the both of us.
Until Junya slammed his face into the wall and knocked some sense into me. Weird.
He was riding his scooter downhill, lost control and full-frontal crashed into concretes, tore his lips, his mouth full of blood and his lips were all swollen. Worse, it happened right before our midnight flight to Japan. I thought, die liao. We are gonna have a tough, tough night.
My brave boy, he did not just not shed a tear, he obligingly followed us to the bathroom and gargled with salt water, and then carried on life as usual.
I was the one who cried wth.
My heart ached so much because it was my fault I did not watch him closely. I hugged him so tightly and all sort of guilt ran over me like a bulldozer. How could I have the heart to scold him at other times when he could be such a good boy? How dared me. And then I promised myself not to get angry so easily anymore… because I saw my son in a new light. He is brave, so much braver than me. I have to do better than this.
After one whole year, I finally see him as a brother, and not the jealous, selfish elder sibling who wants nothing but everything for himself.
He learns to take care of his sister when she needs attention.
He learns to share his precious ice cream.
And half of his bed. (Stroller was his bed most of the time during our trip hahaha.)
He learns to be a big brother.
1. Mama teaching Sakura new vocab.
Junya: Sakuwa cannot say anything because she got no teeth. Only I can say.
2. Mama changing Sakura’s diaper.
Junya: Sakuwa cannot poo poo in toilet because she got no teeth. She only poo poo in diaper.
Junya: Mama I want to clean my ear.
Junya: Because all the pokemon is fighting inside my ear.
4. By the parking of the beach in Nagasaki. Mama wakes Junya up from sleep.
Junya: Mama I am so tired. Wait for me to wake up first.
5. Road Trip in Ibaraki. Junya starts singing “Three Bears” song while chomping on his biscuits.
Junya: “Look there are three bears all in the same haos papa bear mama bear little bear. Papa bear is driving car. Mama bear is resting in the car. Sakuwa bear is drinking oppai. Junya bear is eating so dirty. What a happy family.”
So lately, I don’t know where he picks this up from, but he started speaking some Japanese words in a weird angmoh accent on purpose. 😑
He now will only call “onigiri” as, guess what, “ONIGAYRAY“.
SARAN RAPPU DAYO
This was the first time I thought my son is damn humorous.
On the way visiting jiji in the hospital, he was being “naughty” and climbed onto a bench, then fell off very awkwardly (like tumbling over the bench and tripping on his own feet lol). I was worried at first but he gave me a big, embarrassed smile and said, “I try to do Saran Rappu“.
And then I LOLed so, so hard.
I know you have no idea what is Saran Rappu. It is a Japanese cling wrap with very cute commercials. Another famous competitor brand is called Kure Rappu.
(Trivia: Did you know? Saran Wrap was invented in USA and was named after the names Sarah and Ann.)
Here’s the CM:
Yeap, that was what my son claimed he was trying to do to cover his embarrassing accident lolol.
Last month she could walk a short distance from one part of the house to another part of the house (to hold on to something), but whenever we are out, she will always need to hold my hand. But on 20th July, the night of our stay in Nagasaki, she suddenly started walking everywhere around the ryokan on her own!!
Now she is a certified free-range baby. Haha.
It was my worst nightmare. Seriously, 小孩子真的不可以赞的。Just as I boasted how well she was eating, she was suddenly on a food strike.
Shortly before our trip to Japan, she started developing tastebuds of a gourmet critic. Things she finds unpalatable, she spits out immediately without giving a second chance.
During our trip in Japan, she spits out 90% of the food she put in her mouth. EXCUSE ME 小姐 DID YOU KNOW THAT IS A PIECE OF WAGYU YOU JUST SPAT OUT?!??
I’m not sure if it’s the taste?? Texture?? Or just…玩嘢???
I was going crazy. Cleaning up the floor is one part, but buying/cooking 5 different food just to have her reject every. single. thing, and guess how it ended up? Yeap, I had to eat em all up, of course. And to worry about her dropping weight…
She pretty much survived on just air, oppai, edamame and chawan mushi.
Here are the things she can say now:
Ju Ju: Shoe Shoe
Mah mah: More more (of a food)
Wowo: Walk Walk
Wah wah: Wipe Wipe
Jejeje deta: Gochisousama deshita
Pur, pur, pur, pur!!!: OPEN OPEN OPEN
AHHHHH!: JUST OPEN IT FOR ME DAMMIT.
Mimicking continues. And she has discovered the usage of many things and tools.
She will ask for a tissue when she sees bread crumbs on the table and “wah wah“. She will take my lipstick to put make up on herself. She will grab the nail clipper and put it on her toe…
She is happy as long as she is next to her niichan.
And can play by herself next to niichan so mama can sneak away to do other things.
I remember Junya only started to be “naughty” at around 18 months. But Sakura is barely 15 months and have started to show her strong personality @.@
She now knows how to demand for things – open this! Give it to me! I want another one. OPEN!!!
And whenever I cannot comply with her request or fulfil her demand, she will say, “joe.” – “throw“. and then proceed to fling the object in her hand on the floor as a sign of protest.
“OKAY YOU DON’T DO WHAT I ASK? I THROW.”
She will be trying to annihilate an object in her hand (my make up, the remote, water bottles) and demands:
“Pur. Pur. Pur. PUR!!”
“No baby, I can’t open the sunblock. It will spill all over.”
“Joe. Joe. JOE.”
And proceeds to hurl the bottle of skin care at the wall.
Yes. Now she always use “JOE” to threaten me…😫😫😫😫😫
She had her chicken pox at 14 months. It was unexpected. I had no idea where she caught it.
Come to think about it now, that might also explain her loss of appetite.
She is recovering now and her appetite seems to have bounced back a little.
Sleeps like a hyphen
Junya was exactly like this since 6 months old with his human-clock ability. His sister is no exception. Until now she still sleeps like the hyphen in the letter H.
On the bed we would start off sleeping like “III”. And before we know it we are sleeping like “H”. Why. Just why???
It happens since she was a baby, but I only remember to write about it now. Sakura unfortunately, did not have the hypnotizing newborn scent that gets every mommy hopelessly addicted. I was very disappointed because I thought I could relive the human perfume intoxication again.
But then I found out that I am addicted to sniffing her breath. Whenever she yawns I’ll be sticking my nose into her mouth LOLOL. Because she smells like truffle.
When she sleeps sometimes I also get super close to smell her breath. She really does smell like truffle. Sweet baby truffle.
Now that both Cheesiepetits can walk…
It’s really… 分身乏术. Literally. I feel like I’m being 五馬分屍… or at least 二馬分屍.
Third child? No. Unless I grow more arms.
It has been a challenging week. Shortly after Sakura broke out in chicken pox, Junya had a fever. And I thought, great, let’s deal with it ALL AT ONCE.
True enough, he also broke out in very mild blisters (he was vaccinated once), but we still had to skip school for a whole week. I was swamped with work once we returned to Singapore, yet had to take good care of the both of them… while having a million things to clean up in the house after 3 weeks of absence.
I felt like… giving up.
I’m not sure what or which to give up, but I felt like I am just going to burn out like a candle.
On the night Junya had his fever, he was very clingy. He hadn’t eaten anything for the whole day and he couldn’t sleep well.
He kept demanding, “Mama, please sleep with me?”
“Gomenne.” (sorry), I said to him.
“Why you say that mama?” he asked.
“Because I want to help you feel better but I don’t know how…” I was honestly defeated.
And then, he put his hand on my face and said, “daijobu yo.” (it’s okay.)
My brave boy. He was smiling for this picture on the train while having a fever.
I must be braver.