46 Months Old

I am 3 years and 10 months old today. In exactly 2 more months, I am going to be 4! Here are some updates about myself:

- Height: 108cm

- Weight: 19kg

- Can write most of the numbers and letters

- Can draw objects with more defined shapes and outlines

- Can perform simple mental calculation of addition and subtraction (within 10)

- The most significant achievement so far has got to be my independence from diapers! I am now COMPLETELY DIAPER-FREE following the successful last leg of potty training. Since 2 months ago, I have been going to bed (overnight) without diapers and there have been only 2 "accidents" so far. Not only that, I've also ditched the potty and the baby toilet-seat a very, very long time ago! Yay!

Just take a look at how many packs of diapers (and RM) I've used since I was a newborn...

This is probably 80% of the total collection where the rest were either used for gift redemption or discarded by mistake (forgot to cut out and keep)

Next to go will be my milk bottle. I'm currently still very attached and "addicted" to my milk bottle.

Drinking from a glass or cup is so..... not shiok! ( me at 3 years 10 months)

Oops!

The last time this happened was during my potty-training days many, many months ago, probably a year +, mummy just couldn't remember...

Well, I did it again today, during my afternoon nap. As soon as I woke up, while still lying on the sofa (covering the wet spot), I told mummy...

Me: Mummy, I'm wet...

Mummy: Huh? You shee-shee (pee) on the sofa?

Me: No.

Mummy: Then?

Me: *Silent*

Mummy: Let me see, you shee-shee on the sofa is it?

Me: No, I'm just... wet!

I was so embarrassed, I even tried to deny it. Good try, baby. Luckily mummy did not scold me. Accidents do happen and she knows that. Phew!

Answering Timer's Call

Some things are just meant to be misused. For example, in our home, the kitchen timer is wrongly used for a different kind of production.

It's been 3 weeks since I started my potty-training course. Unfortunately, there have been too many "accidents" throughout those weeks. Feeling a little fed-up of cleaning up my mess, mummy decided to use a kitchen timer to set a specific time for me to do my business.

Like it or not, I have to do my (small) business everytime I hear the bell (set to ring at 30-45 minute intervals depending on how much water I drink). Therefore, I'm no longer answering the call of nature but answering the call of the kitchen timer. Hahaha! The most important thing is, it works! No more messy "accidents".

Nowadays, I can even reset the timer on my own for an extended time if it rings and I don't have the urge to pee yet.

Flooded Playhouse

I love playing in my playhouse. I will spend at least a few minutes here every day without fail.

Today, a small accident occured here. Mummy was busy in the kitchen as usual. As I was too preoccupied with my toys, I lost control of my bladder and shee-shee in it! (I'm a diaper-free trainee now) It was filled with toys (and of course, my shee-shee), so mummy had a tedious job of cleaning it up.


This pic was taken a day earlier. Mummy didn't stop grumbling and she was so mad that she threatened to throw my playhouse away. I also heard her complaining to daddy that it is too huge and it's occupying precious space in our tiny home. What? Throw it away? Noooooooooooooooooo!


Mission evacuation... After washing me up, mummy had to wash the alphabet foam mat, soak up some of the wetness on the cardboard base, clear away the unaffected toys, wipe-dry the affected toys and send the rest to the washing machine.


And here are the 3 unlucky and innocent victims... as they were partially drenched, they had to go for a crazy spin in the washing machine and get "hanged".

Potty Training Failed

It was a short-lived happiness for daddy and mummy. While my potty-training looked really promising in the beginning, it actually wasn't. I was only putting on a show to gain praises and applauds. In less than a week, I found the routine very boring so I decided not to co-operate with Mah-mah anymore.

- I refused to sit on the potty
- I refused to pee when forced to sit on the potty
- I kept creating "accidents" until I ran out of pants to wear (and gave Mah-mah lots of cleaning-up work)
- I peed on my pants on purpose

I'm not ready yet.
I drink too much water and pee too often.
Mah-mah gave up (a very unlikely trait of her, but she did, surprisingly)

Daddy... continue to stock up on my day-time diapers, please.

Daytime Diaper-free

Mah-mah has finally decided to start potty-training (for pee-pee) me today. Mummy has always wanted to start this much earlier but she kept procrastinating it due to laziness. I think she was also waiting to use up the over-stocked pile of diapers:

Daddy can now start saving money on diapers. Yipee! And I'm finally diaper-free during the day. Yipee! Mah-mah even claimed that I could run faster than usual without the "excess baggage" hanging below. Hahaha!

Everything went well except for an "accident" after dinner. I must say I did quite well - just one "accident" on my first day. *Hugs* *Kisses* from mummy and daddy :-)

Potty Training Part 1

After months and months of unsuccessful coaxing from mummy, from sitting on a small, plastic potty to a big, ceramic potty and after a long series of disappointments and frustrations, I finally decided to give her undying persistence a glimmer of hope. And so, in the last few random days, I managed to dump my load into this big and real and adult "poo-poo pot". *smiles proudly*

Hey, you! No peeking, please!