Baby Ethan

I don’t consider myself as someone with even the sligthest talent of art. Not even a little bit. During my school year, I was struggling to draw a Durian. I was so hopeless that my drawing look like a hedgehog with fat needle. I ended up asking my friend’s help to draw the damned Durian for me.

But, things change when I was faced with a toddler, my 3 years old son. He was fond of windmill, and often bring in front of me, a clean sheet of paper and different colour of marker, and asked me to draw windmills.

So, here I am, in front of a toddler, who don’t really judge whether the windmill even look pretty or not. He only care that the drawing has a cross mark on it. Why should I bother? On that day, I express myself in drawing 10 different windmill with 10 different colour, on a piece of paper.

Sepuluh Kincir

Ten Windmill, Ten Colour

For me, it is the best windmills that I’ve ever draw. I don’t know whether my son agreed or not, but he seems to be content. Well, the truth is that, it seems that I have some artist in me after all.

This post is written for WordPress weekly photo challenge: Express Yourself. Well, technically, this is not a photo. I put this up anyway, because this drawing is the best expression of myself to date.


It was a tough week for our family. The 40 days doula service that we hired has completed. At the same time my work at the office has picked up as we are in 2nd week after new year. I was practically arrived at home after 9pm, leaving Grace to handle most of Ethan’s needs.

Then on Thursday morning, Grace message me: “Baby Ethan has smiled on me 4 times this morning”. I read the message while having grim face of our dear customer during a contract negotiation.

Friday evening, i got home at 10pm, glad that finally the week is over. Baby Ethan was half asleep in his crib. He saw me when I walked up, and there they are….. The big smile for me with a coo. “hi”, probaby that what he tried to say.

The smile of Baby Ethan filled our whole weekend. We would put him on his seat, or on our lap when he is content. And when we smile at him, he will give that toothless smile back to us, to our heart’s content.

Happy 7 week Baby Ethan