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Graduating from infantcare

With a startling reminder, X graduated from infantcare and joined the playgroup officially.

It was an official mark of toddlerhood.

A while back, I stopped bringing X up to class because he would cry after I dropped him, as though he was too attached to me. Recently, I heard from Mr H that X would be very cheerful upon reaching the school.

He had also started to understand the concept of sleeping and would go to bed by himself. There was no need for us to sit by his bed and watch him fall asleep.

When he saw skate scooters, he would step on it and try to skate. That was a pretty good and brave attempt.

He had been fervent and consistent on self-feeding too. He was doing a better job than Z at this age.

I supposed the cutest thing was when he understood the concept of throwing and kicking balls.


My little boy had outgrown his 18 months of infancy.


The day that X was bitten in school

It happened a month ago.

On the day he was bitten, I brushed the information aside.  I was not going to be a ‘monster parent’ and overreact.  Or so, I thought.

I saw the bite mark.  It was deep enough to break the skin.  I heard that he was bitten by the same child who had bitten other infant-mates previously.  I told Mr H, “Of all children she had to bite, she really should not have bitten X because I would want this issue to be addressed formally, given the precedence.”

As most of my friends knew, I wrote generally well.  However, some of my friends would know better, I wrote letters of complaints very well.  I put together a quick note and emailed to the school with attached evidence the very same night.  I worked fast, I moved fast and it was the same at home.

Frankly speaking, I knew the school had put in efforts to prevent such incidents from happening.  However, preventive measures could only work to a certain extent.  Biting incidents were pretty common in school too, this I understood because toddlers wanted to explore too.  So what could I not accept?  The idea of having a serial biter did not sit very well with me.

I also heard from other affected parents that the parents of the said biter had never apologised personally to them too.  I was really, really surprised.  Later on, I found out that they had been doubtful of such claims too.  That really made me decide to write to the school.

The root of the problem was not because the school failed to put good measures in place.  I told the school director that the problem was with the child’s parents. How could I fault a 17-month old for biting?  Or how could I stress the school too?  What I could not tolerate was the lack of good parenting.  How could anyone take freedom of growing up so liberally and not step in to teach that biting was inherently a wrong act?

Thankfully, the school had worked on this with the biter’s parents on how they could educate the child.

This was an illustration of how poor parenting could lead to social issues and impact other people.  My poor X might have to grow up with a tiny scar on his forearm and it would always remind me on how a person’s poor decision would inconvenience another person.

I hoped X would be the last victim in the biter’s book.

When X walked

He knew the drill.  He knew that he was to sit on the small stool at the door step and let us put on the shoes for him.

He knew where his shoes were kept.

He knew which shoes he liked to wear.  It was the dark blue See Kai Run leather shoes that his uncle had gotten for his Christmas present and the Nike sandals which were a matching pair with his brother’s.

He knew how to walk to his classroom.

He loved slides.

Every morning, when he walked past the indoor playground, he would walk towards the slide with interest.  I would put him on it and he knew how to lean his body forward (okay, I taught him that!).  Things you could do with a second child – let them slide down without fear of them falling backwards and hitting their heads.  I felt like a braver parent.

There were also times when the older children would look at him, or more like freeze in action to look at him.  X would freeze in response and too shy to take tiny steps forward.

X also liked to walk and stare at himself in the mirror.  He would do this every morning when he reached school.  It definitely sounded like the mark of a little vain pot, even if it was a male vain pot.

Sweetest infantcare teachers ever

X completed 6 full months with the school on his 1st birthday.

His already-very-sweet infantcare teachers made him a birthday card and bought him a gift. We were really touched by their sweet gesture. They were so nice to the children, took very good care of them and always took the initiative to whatsapp us what X was up to – be it reading, music lesson, picnic, art class and more.

It was not an obligation but they did it anyway.

They were such lovely and passionate teachers that they really set the gold standard in our hearts.

Z and X were very lucky to have attended Ifc in this school.


Goodie bag favors for the infant-mates



These bunny pencil cases were filled with some baby snacks for X’s infant classmates. The babies seemed to like it.

X loved it for sure.

There were extras so Z and I took one each. Well, cute stuffs worked for all ages, right?