Amelie from Woodlands

The poor girls were down with a viral infection… fever and dry cough. And what can be better than having a yummy dinner of hot pasta, an all time favourite around here. It’s hard to go wrong with a tomato-based anything I suppose, with tomatoes containing the natural MSG. But to have the secret weapon broccoli in the mix? Addictive!

Amelie was so happy to see her dinner that she grabbed a spoon and fed herself as if she had been doing it all her life.

OK, her left hand had to help out when the balancing act wasn’t so good. Here’s a shot of her nearly finished dinner.

As a result, she earned herself a tiny M&M for feeding herself all the way. She even helped herself to the broccoli in her mummy’s bowl. Wanna giver her a hug?

Here’s big sister feeling the stress. Hahaha.

Where’s Daddy?

Oh THERE!

Ball, Daddy!

So cute! hahaha.

While Daddy continues his game of touch, a fierce battle ensues on the other end of the pitch…

Poor Amelie just tries not to get pushed around…

RUN AWAY!!!

It has certainly been a busy year… and especially for my sweet darling girl.

In the span of just a year, she has grown from a wee babe who was totally dependent on her mummy… to become a beautiful little toddler who has the sweetest smile, and the brightest of eyes. (But just not much hair.)

In her quiet little ways, she is a very determined baby who doesn’t take no for an answer. She tries again and again, and when you’re not looking, she tries it more last time.

She is also a pretty relaxed little lass who can sit and read books by herself, play with toys and she loves details especially on embroidered shirts, jewellery…
She loves to dance and enjoys “skinnamerink-y-dinky-dink” and points at her eyes at the appropriate moments. She can also pinch her toes when you sing “This little piggy”, make some of the actions to “incy wincy spider”.

And I think most of all, she loves her big sister Estelle. Everything that Estelle does is of immense interest. Every word and gesture… Amelie has even rejected drinking from colourful kiddy cups and moved straight on to water bottles… just like the ones Estelle drinks from. But at the same time, Amelie is pretty independent and can stand her ground. She is no pushover, and does get her own way when playing with Estelle.

And now that she’s walking, she is confident enough to want to do it independently…

As I stood watching her toddling around, after numerous refusals to hold my outstretched fingers… I realised that my baby has really turned one. One separate little person.

Sure, she still needs me. And probably will for many years to come. But she does not rely on me for everything anymore. And that makes me wanna curl up and weep. But at the same time, I am so proud of her.

I have selfish reasons for wanting to keep her as a baby. MY baby. With the first child, I was too busy experiencing everything as a new mother. With my sweet Amelie, I had the time to savour the lovely moments, enjoy all the baby-ness of an infant. But Amelie was determined to have none of my mushiness. From crawling at 6 months, to taking her first few steps at 8 months…

I guess I’ll have to take a leaf out of my children’s books… and get on with life. There are many more things to enjoy with the girls growing up, many more exciting experiences. And I’ll just have to lock some of these sweet moments into my memories… the lovely baby smells, the softness of the baby’s skin, the giggles when I tickle their tummies and the intense (and hungry) stares just for me. Don’t get me wrong, there are things I’d love to banish from my mind too. The non-stop crying that makes me almost murderous tops the list. The lack of sleep that turns one into a zombie. And probably the inability to concentrate because your breasts are full and the baby continues to slumber, and the slightest whimper will trigger a let-down.

This marks the end of a chapter for me. I need to throw out those well-worn nursing bras. Maybe tomorrow.

And I quote Estelle

“Amelie was zero, and now she is ONE!”

Happy birthday, my sweet little Amelie.

Another lovely swim session at Warren… Amelie spent ages trying to catch the little squirt of water. It was so amazing to see her reaching for it, only to find that she cannot grasp it. Yet she doesn’t give up. She tried again and again. Her perserverance is pretty impressive, the same way she tries to walk, the same way she tries to do all the things she sees Estelle doing. So many things for a little baby to learn… and with such life and vivacity.

Enjoying a day at the pool with my darling Amelie…

After a 20 minute swim, I thought that perhaps I shouldn’t push it, and end the experience on a high note… So, off she goes to get cleaned up and dressed… while Estelle and Ethan still romp about at the pool… This is what Amelie had to say about it…

In case you missed that sulk… here it is again…

Yes, she SULKED. No smile from Amelie, no matter what tricks I pulled. No funny faces, no silly noises, no tickles. Nothing.
Until Ah ma felt sorry for her… and brought her for a little dippy dip.

Can you see her eagerness, wriggling so hard Ah ma had to hold on really tight?

And here’s the winning look…

Looks like our future family vacations will be by the sea!!! Yipeee…

Here’s a photo of Amelie screeching with joy this morning…

Ah gong had bought the girls this huge windmill and clever Estelle decided that the best way of making it spin is to hold it in front of the fan… much to Amelie’s delight.

All that swirling colours, giggling and screeching is a sight to behold!

Amelie’s attention to detail is pretty amazing. She like to feel the different materials of the objects around her (she loves the touch and feel board books) and she loves to touch shiny objects (necklaces become nooses for those who are carrying her). She enjoys different colours, patterns and designs.

Here she is taking the time to check out SSAY’s nails and cool shiny ring… hmm…

Or rather the lack of.

We have had such problems trying to make sure that Estelle’s hair clips do not end up either on the floor or in her mouth. Well meaning people suggested that I should have started letting Estelle wear hair accessories when she was much younger. So, I swore that it would be different with Amelie. THIS TIME, I will ensure that she’s used to every hair accessory there is!!!

Well… guess what I forgot?

That my girls have not much hair when they are younger. Oh, Estelle had some strands to boast of at her first birthday?! Amelie? She has even less hair.

Still, there’s no harm trying, I suppose.