Let me see if I can explain that...
As an infant, his FIRST roll over, FIRST taste of solids, FIRST unassisted sit, FIRST crawl, FIRST word, FIRST step... so many firsts... they seemed so significant, and one can't wait to note down when it happened, how it happened.
As the days merge into one another, you suddenly realise that he has turned 2, and no longer baby size with baby body proportions, but he's standing tall and looking more and more like a pre-schooler. His first word has now become a full sentence...and one wonders where the in between portion of development has gone. It certainly has not gone unnoticed... the joy of hearing 2 words, then 3, then 4, joined together still lingers somewhere in my memory, but the monumental significance gets lesser and lesser... and one finds oneself thinking... oh no, i'm blogging about yet another speech episode?... let's not make this blog any more boring than it is. Ignatius will find himself using this as insomnia material.
As with the first step. It was of such humongous significance, it was only fitting that all family members were updated with AT LEAST an sms that Ignatius now walks! But...what about the first skip? or first jump? Sure it was exciting as I knew he was growing up well and meeting his milestones... but no more sms to spread the news.
The list can go on and on... but i shan't bore you. The summary of all this, is to say, let me note down what i can remember now, before it is all lost, together with my dying memory space.
Ignatius has grown up to be a boy much like what we expected.
He loves many things that we have tried to cultivate in him... the great outdoors, song and dance, physical activities, reading...
He has many traits of his parents... for good or bad, it remains to be seen... he is more of a loner than a socialiser, he prefers the company of adults and want to make decisions and be independent like one, he is VERY stubborn and obstinate and in a way, perverse (reverse psychology would work on this one!), he appears to considers your entreaties and doesn't respond well to commands.
He doesn't like to show that he knows his colours, alphabets, nor numbers. In fact, we're not even sure if he does know them! When naming colours, this is the sequence he'll guess in until he's right... "red, blue, green, yellow". He ignores all requests to name alphabets and numbers.
There are many anecdotes that I should have noted down, for him to read in future and see how silly he was... but there are too many to count, and my memory fails me. Perhaps one day when we are old, and the past becomes more vivid than the present, we'll recount them to Ignatius' children one by one. Parents' folly are always great gossip fodder. =)
