Been crazily busy for the past few weeks but just had to put this up before I forget to celebrate the event.

WZ is now capable of using the mouse to guide the (extra large) cursor, and use it to double click on the video he wants to watch. Then.. once he gets bored, he'll close the video by clicking on the X, click on the start menu, fire up paint and start scribbling with the various tools.

He has absolutely no idea of what actually does what though, so he's been dragging and messing up stuff up over the desktop.

But.. yup.. he's definitely growing up and learning stuff. Once I have time I'll write about the things that are fed to WZ by the family. :P

Well... it's a small gun... it shoots foam darts. Yes... it's a bit dangerous because instead of being spring powered this thing uses an air pressure tank to hold the air which you pump using the lower shaft and then when you press the top release valve button all the air is let out with a POP! So if you want to hurt someone pump more air.

Obviously the toy manufacturer thought of people over pumping the gun, hurt someone with it and then suing the toy manufacturer's ass off. So they built in some sort of pressure valve. Basically if you pump too much air and the pressure build up is too high it releases on it's own.

WZ still can't press the firing button himself cause the air pressure is just too strong for his little hands. So I get to shoot it around for him to fetch. Seems like these darts are stronger than the chapalang branded gun I bought, cause WZ can yank it off the glass door without the heads ripping out... YET!

And of course.. SUCTION CUPS FTW!!

So mommy decided to try out some Korean BBQ. The restaurant she choose to go to was occupying 2 shop slots on the 2nd floor. When we got into the shop red flags starting going off in my head cause it was dinner time and the shop was completely empty and the air conditioning was off. Shops only turn air cond off when they know they don't have customers to deal with.

Then they lead us to the other part of the shop, which had people and air conditioning, but... there was one caveat. The area was one of those that didn't have any chairs, just cushions where you sat on the floor. The first thing that came across my mind was "how the heck are we supposed to secure WZ?" and we couldn't! the moment WZ figured out the plank raised floor made an interesting noise when he stepped on it he just started running all over the place.

And one of the customers started giving him the evil eye, and had the what the fark are the parents doing about this naugthy kid look. Mommy saw that and told me to restrain WZ. As I grabbed WZ and forced him onto a cushion, WZ did what all 2 years old would do when captured, he starting to shriek.

I let go of WZ when I noticed he was priming his shriek, then I asked mommy would you rather he run around and annoy people with the pitter patter of his feet, or would you rather he annoy people by screaming his lungs out? Mommy expectedly choose the feet option and I let WZ run off again.

Then I saw the other danger, the shop doesn't use gas stoves for the in table BBQ plate, they use COAL. So every now and then they'd bring over a bucket containing burning coal and load up a plate. I grabbed WZ and try to get him to stay calm before he burns himself.

For the remainder of the meal, it was a battle between trying to eat, and trying to keep WZ from running around. And I can't even remember what I ate!

No more eating where there aren't any baby chairs when WZ is around!

Every child has the thought running through their heads sometime.

What is it like outside the gates? I want to touch that tree, I want to walk across the street.

And then one day they walk up to those that care for them the most.

I'm sorry but... I must RUN!

And this is when all that you thought him allows him to make a quick escape as he effortlessly slides open the latch!

And out he goes, into the great unknown!

And no matter how much you cry, they still leave.

They might feel some parting pains but it all fades as the next question comes up in their head.

So where do I want to go today?

WZ is finally able to say PEE PEE when it's time to piss instead of just letting go when he needs to for the past few days, so I say he should be fine.

Bought an interesting toy a few weeks back.

This is a portable gaming device, with built in games. What sort of games? Sega Mega Drive games. It's not new or anything, it's just that I finally decided to pick it up for the sake of nostalgia to play Sonic and Knuckles again. It doesn't have a cartridge slot but rather all 20 games are built into the unit... which says a lot about how far technology has advanced since the old days.

I'm too lazy to list out all the games right now (it IS 2AM!) but other than Sonic, I picked this up for Golden Axe, Altered Beast and Shinobi ][.

The controls feel fine, but the build quality is PATHETIC! See the strips of duct tape on the thing? The front cover plastic wasn't glued in properly and the pointy edges were exposed, can't have that around WZ so I taped them down. And the cover directly presses onto the little screen so you get that puddle effect if you press down on the cover.

Speaking of the screen... it's TINY! Definitely makes reading stuff meant for a TV screen very hard. So it's a good thing that like all cheap ass shruken console devices you can connect this thing to a TV and play on the big screen! But you're still not going to get the same experience as a real Mega Drive, the colors feel too bright and there seems to be some lost in detail... or maybe I just forgot how bad it used to look?

And as this thing is portable (powered by 3AAA batteries) makes noises, and have bright lights. It immediately goes into the things you give WZ when you don't want him running and screaming all over the place category. It is also on this thing that WZ have learn how to play games! He chooses what he wants to play himself, and actually plays the game instead of randomly mashing buttons. He still lacks a few important skills that are essential to playing games though, he still haven't developed muscle memory and thus can't press the buttons without looking at the controller, and also... he can't press two buttons at the same time yet!

But of course, this is just the beginning...

That was what my wife said when I pulled this guy out of my bag.

Well, it's a cheap toy gun, cost < RM10 and WZ can get a better feel for it than simply waving my Wii Perfect Shot shell around.

But it SHOOTS THINGS and can't you read? Not for children 3 years below.

I loaded one of the 4 plastic tipped foam darts into the gun, cocked the pump at the back (the yellow ring) and shot my wife in the head.

A punch in the arm later. Ok, so the bullets don't exactly cause any sort of damage (unless it's a point blank shot in the eye I guess) but what were you thinking buying him a gun at this age? My reasoning was simple, the gun requires 3 steps to operate, load the dart onto the rod on the chamber, cock the gun, pull the trigger. If WZ wanted to actually shot anything he'll have to learn that he needs to fulfill multiple situations before he can actually shot anything.

So I gave WZ the gun, and showed him how to shoot a dart from it. He takes the gun from me, loads the dart into the barrel.. not particularly well but it went in. He managed to cocked the gun but with great effort cause the spring was too strong for him. And then he put his fingers around the trigger and..... nothing happened. The spring holding the trigger was too strong for him. So I fired off a few darts across the hall, and WZ runs off to pick them up.

Then he started twisting the bright orange colored plastic heads off the foam darts, only problem was that the heads were never meant to come off... So within an hour of me showing him the gun he had destroyed all but one dart...

I'll wait till he's older before getting any other toys with fragile parts.

I have no idea how real or useful this thing is. The only thing I do know is that I've been using this stuff since I was a kid, and that when I use it on the various cuts and scrapes that WZ gets, not to mention all the mosquito bites which he scratches too hard and breaks the skin. The wound is noticeably better after application for a day or two. I guess if it has been around for such a long time it must work to some extent? Hmm... though I do believe the tin has gotten smaller through the years.

I bought a toy which most parents would rather not buy for a 2 year old.

In case it's not apparent what this is...

It's a TRAMPOLINE!!! So far the comments I have gotten about this purchase include Disaster waiting to happen, are you out of your mind? and Are you crazy? Well he seems to enjoy jumping on it right now. Which made the painful installation process worth it, painful because I had to thread the elastic bungie cord that gives the thing it's spring myself, my palms were burning after the process!

WZ also seems to have figured out he can use this as a hammock if he wanted to.

But when I came home carrying the large trampoline package, I saw this

I ask my mother, Why is there a plank in WZ's play area?

Well... it seems like it's for WZ to

Walk up and then

slide down.. And with these 2 things, WZ technically now has his own playground set!

Of course nothing compares to having actual video to see this in action.

So there I was, ready to begin the one on one with what many in the LowYat.Net Xbox forums called the most skilled Guile player. The prefight jabs were already thrown and the match was about to begin when... I got disconnected from the match. I was about to accept the invite back to the match when I looked at WZ who was sitting beside me watching me play.

I noticed that there was a bulge at the bottom of his pants, weird because we were toilet trainning him so he wasn't wearing any diapers (he's on the if he pees his pants daddy spanks him trainning regime :P) then I realized what that bulge was!

Before I could even reach him to sweep him off his feet, WZ stood up and from out his pant leg fell... a chunky steaming hot log of a poop. As I picked WZ up I could see the 360 notification dialog informing me of the match invite. But alas... that match will have to be decided some other time.

That was definitely an experience that only fathers who game can have, leaving a match with the child as the excuse.

The father is also the only one who will remember that his son pooped on his gaming spot in front of the TV.