Agastya's got new sandals...

... and boy was he happy about it or what?! I thought only girls have this fetish with shoes and sandals, but my son does.

My parents came home from Jogja on late Monday, about 9 pm, when he was already yawning and about to sleep. He heard them came, so he was kinda alert for sometime waiting whether they were going to come inside. Cunning plan, he immediately said he wanted to poop. Huh, smart boy. He did though, and he got to meet his grandparents, and they gave him this sandals.

He was sooooooo happy he didn't want to take them off and didn't want to go to sleep because of that. Grrr... Only after we said we'll put the sandals right next to the bed, so that he can wear them first thing in the morning, then he agreed, and he slept almost instantly.

The next morning, obviously, he didn't forget about the sandals, and wore them as soon as he woke up. He didn't want to take a shower because he knew he can't wear them in the shower, took a lot of persuasion for that. The sandals had to be right outside the bathroom door. When he was done, he was completely naked and quickly came out and wore the sandals again. He then insisted he had to wear them to school! I said to him that the teachers will scold him and asked him where his shoes are, and won't allow him to play with the others. He hesitated a bit when he heard that, and slowly took them off.

... And the same cycle happened this morning. He just cannot be part from the sandals. He would happily wear it while riding his bike. He gets upset when people tease him saying they want to wear the sandals.. heh heh... So cute..

It's been a while...

I know it's been a while since I last blogged, my apologies. Reasons? No reason, really. Just not in the mood to do it. I should, really, shouldn't I? Now now, at least I'm doing one now, right?

Everyone seem to interest in knowing how Agastya's doing. Not how I am doing. If at all they ask how I'm doing, it's about the other baby who's still inside me. Not really about me myself. I realise once you embark on this motherly business, there's no more 'me'. We come in a package. Which is superb because if you eliminate Agastya and the coming baby, I really don't know what else about my life worth to be discussed.

Agastya is doing fine, apart from having occasional coughs which the doctors (yes, more than one because I was worried about this) said it was due to allergies and it might take a while even with the allergy syrup for him to completely recover. It could take months, and as long as the cough is not severe, the doctor said no need to give him cough medicine. Which is great because I also don't want to overload him with medicine unnecessarily.

He seems to enjoy school very much. He looks forward to go to school and bless him, he has this smily face all the time that makes everyone loves him. Off late he shows signs of repeating more words and more eager to sing along with me. Before I was just singing and he'd just dancing, but lately he's been 'singing' too although the words aren't very clear. He also enjoys making a mess with coloured pencil on his colouring book. He tried making a mess on the floor, on the table and on the wall too, but he knows he's a bad boy if he does it.

Some of the moms in school seemed to be very enthusiastic in their children's education. Mind you, these children are at least half a year older than Agastya and are able to count and recognise numbers already. I heard today some of them had enrolled for private lessons in the evenings to improve their children's English, to learn how to read and write, etc. I almost fainted disbelieving what I heard. Am I too unambitious about my son's academic excellence if I think that it's a little bit too much for a 2.5 year old kid? One of the moms complained that her son doesn't like learning at home, doesn't like to touch pencil or do colouring or just sit down and learn numbers with her. I thought to myself, well probably he just wants to go out and play. Am I too laid back with this whole education for little kids? I understand by admitting Agastya to a preschool at his age means he'll start learning about all these things: numbers, colours, shapes, languages, etc; but it's not my priority that he has to grasp everything now. All I wanted was for him to have social life, for him to know that there are other 'little people' around his age, for him to be able to play other toys that I don't have at home, and for him to be able to have tolerance for others and be able to share his toys with his friends. Things like that. Social stuff. Learning is important too, but it's secondary to me. His school time is less than 2 hours from 8 - 9.45 am. I think kids his age should enjoy life and play to their hearts content. I still provide those coloured pencils, colouring books and books to read to him and will do them only if he's interested. I'm lucky that most of the time he requested for them and I don't have to ask if he wanted it. I think he considers these things as part of his playing time and he must have enjoyed it otherwise he wouldn't like to repeat it, right? I think I'm fine the way it is now. Private lessons are definitely unnecessary and it will only reduce his playing time and his quality time with me. It scares me, though, how a lot of things have changed since I was a little kid. My first private lesson was when I was around 10 years old, I think, that is 8 years older than Agastya now. Now they have private lessons for preschool age kids? Not only that, there seems to be high demand for that. The classes for those lessons are fully booked already. I'm confused. I'm a mom too so I should really think about this too, right? Would I change my mind in half a year when Agastya become as old as those kids?

I'm going to have a 3-d scan which will tell for sure what the sex of the baby. It will be around a month from now, so I promise to have an update at least at that time. Now it's time for deciding baby names. We have a name for a girl already, but we need all the ideas for boys name. Suggestions are welcome but don't get broken-hearted if yours don't get picked. :p