Wow

Seriously I don't know how to title this post. I am so full of pride of how William slept this afternoon, or more like, a few minutes ago.

As usual, he takes his milk and I read two books to him. Today I read "The Frog Prince" and "The Castle that Jack built" which were two of the four new books we bought this week. Then I told him to sleep, but he seemed playful.

I got three kisses from him, which isn't too difficult, coz I'm such idiote-mom, I'm training my boy boy to kiss me from baby and hopefully he will still kiss me in his teens and adulthood without any shyness. (Tip: use bribery to kick start programme)

And here's another good part. After the lights off, I told him sternly if he continues to play on Daddy Mummy's bed, then he has to go to his baby cot and sleep by himself. (When I initially executed this "threat", he cried his lungs out but you gotta have a strong heart not to give in lar... after a couple of times, he knows I mean business, but now?)

The last time, and today, William surprised me by agreeing to go to his baby cot. No protest, no cries, no delays. He got up, walked over, and tried to climb in himself. I gave him his two favourite soft toys to sleep with, the Cat and Frog.

Then I left the room, checked on Vic downstairs who was doing her Chinese homework, and after 5 minutes, went up again to check on William.

Naughty boy was asleep, hugging his soft toys.

Aaahh... is this every mother's dream? Is my boy boy getting too independent too soon?