Like father like son

As I'm writing this, hubby is painting in the garage...well, sketching is more like it because tonight he decided to do a black and white charcoal figure drawing of a fisherman he met on his trip to the east coast.

His fingers hold the piece of black drawing tool with a certain sureness, and his hand moves back and forth in light caresses, colouring the shadows in.

It's funny that he's not the only artist in this house tonight. Lately, we've discovered another artist in the making. Our little Moses.

He didn't take after my writing it seems. Maybe because I'm hardly at it when he's around, so he can't mimic me. But he sure loves his colour pencils, magic inks, his Ayah's brushes, paints and canvas!

Every morning, he would tug at his dad's shirt and demand to be picked up and taken to the paintings where he would proceed to give "instructions" to my husband of which brush to pick up, which colour to use and exactly which spot to paint!

Aiyoh!

Just this week, Zane gave him a little canvas to paint, squeezed out some acrylics onto a palette and handed him a brush. Zane tried to guide his hands but he wouldn't have anything of that! He pushed Zane's hand away, quite determined to do it all by himself. Oh my, already asserting his independence, this little one!

This was Musa's very first piece of artwork at 19 months. Pretty amazing!

He did it all by himself -- dabbing colour to brush, transferring to canvas in his own strokes, painting the places he wanted to paint. Zane only helped him sign his name.

It's called "Er-there" because that's his favourite word...as in:

-- "Musa, where's your painting?"

-- "Er-there" (pointing to his masterpiece)

Haha!

Musa at 19 months

Musa just turned 19 months yesterday. He is a real handful! Climbing everywhere these days, painting canvases, just like his dad, sweeping the front-yard like his bibik, putts the golf ball like his Tok Papa, kicks the ball like a real pro, and is just basically, the light of everyone's lives!

He's got at least 10 teeth now, eating like a grown-up, and loves to read. Right now, we're reading Pak Latif Mohidin's Sungai Mekong. He loves it when I chant it out loud and giggles when i over-dramatise the words! I hope he will learn to love poetry like his mama.

The other day, he was sitting with his Ayah, watching TV. He suddenly got up from his Ayah's lap and plonked his butt on the floor next to his dad. He started to lean back against the sofa and accidentally hit his head. He didn't cry, but rubbed the back of his head forlornly. We puffed up some cushions so he could lean back comfortably. He looked so pleased with himself when he was able to do that. I bet he feels like a real adult!

That's my little Cappy! Happy birthday, sayang!