Neffe vs Essen - Forever hungry vs never enough

I wanted to have a small dinner gathering to honor my beloved grandmother who sadly passed on last week (I spent 7 days in mourning so no blog updates for a while). Since she was very old, technically the Chinese call it a 喜散 "happy parting". The whole family was deeply affected by her passing, and the Tanten were not in the mood to come for the gathering so it was just me, Bruder, our better/crazy halves and my stubborn Neffe.

Ever since Bruder told me to teach his son English at the funeral, B1 came up with this wicked idea of teaching the Neffe "A is for Ang ku kueh (some sort of Chinese dessert, think: mochi)", "B is for Ba Cang (Rice Dumplings)", "C is for ..."

Ang Ku Kueh [image source: hungrypijjie.blogspot.sg]

Reason being, the Neffe loves food. Period. He is so greedy, he doesn't know when he is full (so like me). His mother recently showed him a shopping mall's catalog and asked him to choose a toy, he kept pointing at pots and pans. The only words he can utter other than greetings are "杯", "鱼". I tried teaching him "spoon" but he only responded "ya". Epic fail. Bruder said to his son "Ask 姑姑 for the spoon, darling?" Talk about GG. Your son won't even say spoon, you expect him to say a full sentence?

I saw the family resemblance in the first photo. As kiddies, Bruder and I had the same confounded expression

If my Neffe likes your cooking, he will give you his baby version of a thumbs up (which is his baby thumb resting on his fist). Ask him if he likes his mother's cooking, he will give a mournful shake of the head. I have just been given his stamp of approval. On Monday, Mutter asked him "Did you go 姑姑's house?" He just smacked his lips and said "mummmumm". He was plenty mad last Saturday that his parents did not give him anything else to eat from the table other than the cod I specially prepared for him (they had brought the pumpkin porridge they prepared for him, and he was irate that they were feeding him the lurkwarm crap when he could see the spread on the table).

A quiet episode in a somewhat hectic day for Prince Poopy Pants

Later, restored, meiner Neffe took out my toy Wombat in a scene reminiscent of WWE.

Mein Neffe has his priorities screwed on right!

Gestern war mein Neffes Geburstag. Er ist jetzt 1 Jahr alt. 

Am Freitag Abend haben wir im Tung Lok Restaurant gefeiert. Der Service war wunderbar, und das Essen, meistens appetitlich. Die Krabbenchilli war würzig aber sauer (Ja, sauer, nicht süß). Das Lustigste Teil war wenn die Kellnerin fragt wir, was die Krabben nett? Wir sagen, ungewöhnlich, wir essen sauer Krabbenchilli bevor nie. [Schnappi korrigeret: wir sagten, es war seltsam, weil wir nie zuvor saures krabbenchilie gegessen hatten] 

Die Kellnerin sieht überrascht. 

>>Eh, die Krabben sollen süß sein. Vielleicht der Koch zu viel gekocht, so ihre seine Geschmacksnerven ging schief.<< [Schnappi korrigeret: >>dadurch sind seine geschmacksnerven kaputt gegangen<<]

Richtig....

 

Wir sind voll danach Abendbrot. Denn dort war die Kuchen... mein Bruder hat die Kuchen in Pine Garden gekauft. Pine Garden ist für ihre Lychee Martini Kuchen berühmt (bekannt). Die Kuchen hat Orangenschale Torte  und Schokolade Torte. Sie bedeckt in Blauer Frabe Creme und hat Sesam Straß Charakter.

Woher ist Oskar?



 

So back to what I was saying in the title, my nephew Captain Adorable, is as greedy as his Tante. No wonder I feel this awesome love for the little degenerate. I admire his manly persistence haha, in trying new foods. When we let him try Almond Jelly after he wheedled and whined, he made a WTF face, but he still wanted more. Hahaha. 

Since it was his first year birthday, they did the Chinese tradition of putting items in front of the baby to see what he would grab. The boy knew his priorities, he grabbed the hardboiled egg, then the chicken drumstick, in lieu of the calculator and pen and whatever not. I am not quite sure what the egg and chicken drumstick are supposed to symbolise but my brother was asking for it, knowing his son's greed =D.

Mutter said that my brother grabbed the calculator. I said I wasn't surprised he is such a tight pussy *haha*.

What was INFURIATING was that today I suddenly recalled Mutter didn't say what I took as a one year old baby. So I asked her, she said nothing. We didn't do anything for you because YOU ARE A GIRL.

Fuck shit. No wonder I am always trying to prove I can do anything a guy can do.

This is why I need a DSLR

My Adorable Neffe - Inculcating the love of Books

The way to encourage children to read, is to teach them how to abuse the book. This was where I showed him how to flip a book. Once he thinks books are fun, next thing you do is conning him into reading. I have no idea what my Schwägerin did. The boy is traumatized by baby books, but adult books are a whole other matter. Whenever I am with the boy, I make sure I read to him or show him what I am reading. I pretend to ignore him. So he thinks whatever I am reading is interesting =D. 

I thought about uploading all the pics I paparazzied of him (the little bugger moves damn fast, every shot is a blur. I had to use my legs to block/ protect him sometimes so that I can take the shots in peace), but hesitated. I don't even upload my own pics, why the hell should I compromise my little baby Neffe?