Playing Playstation together - or is it?

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Remember my previous blog on how united we are?

Well, of course lah I was banned from the room because I kept pressing the Playstation reset button. But then, it was not entirely my fault. Gor gors and jie jies wouldn't let me press the controller buttons.

But I guess, they knew that the only way to prevent me from pressing the reset button is to let me manouevre the controller itself - apart from banning me from the room.

See, how united we are again...



But then, I felt a little bit strange.

Have you seen more than two players playing on Sony Playstation?

Somemore, my controller is not responsive..

Obviously the unconnected socket belongs to my controller.

So much for unity...

I am such a big girl now...

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I am such a big girl now. That I can do a lot of things on my own.

I know how to take off my shoes when I enter my house and place them on the shoe shelf.



I also know how to get out of the swing after finishing my milk, and then switch off the fan, and ...



return the milk bottle to the kitchen.



I also know how to differentiate soiled diapers and dirty clothes where I dump the soiled diaper into the waste bin and place the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, after my shower.

Am I not a big girl now?

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Nursery rhymes - Monkey jumping on the bed.

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It's very usual that toddlers and kids are taught nursery rhymes and I am no exception. Some of the popular ones are "Twinkle, twinkle little stars" and "I'm a little teapot".

But the one that I like the most is "Five Little Monkeys" and I can get a little animated listening to it. Part of it sounds like this

"Five little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped his head,
Mummy called the doctor and the doctor said,
No more monkeys jumping on the bed"

And this repeats with four, three, two, one and then no more monkeys jumping on the bed.

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Up and down the stairs - unassisted

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It's a well-known fact that I love stairs very much. Daddy knows it, Mummy knows it, Ah Kong knows it, Ah Ma knows it and I know it. I would not miss a chance to climb up and down the stairs once I see it, to the extent of throwing tantrum if I don't have it my way.

Daddy and Mummy always hold my hand when I climb up and down. But now, not anymore. I can now climb up the stairs unassisted...

as well as descending the stairs.

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