Today’s Monday!

Why didn’t anyone tell me today is Monday? I thought Monday is like 10 days from January. How can a baby like me know stuff like time or maths or quantum physics? Thanks for the help, guys. (of course, in a sarcastic tone) Yup, thanks to you, I was not psyched up. I was not ready. I was not in the right frame of mind when I had my 3rd DPT jab. Lucky for me, the nurse lady brought in a smaller needle, pheww!!

Anne Geddes

The things I have to put up with…sigh. Today, my mama was spring cleaning the kitchen. A flash of an inspiration came and thus the theme for this entry. Spot the fake.

False Alarm

It was a false alarm. All my anguish about the check-up was for nothing. My mama told me that the polyclinic doesn't open on Saturdays or at least the paediatric clinic. They have postponed that to next Monday. Pheww!, what a relief.

Another month

Tomorrow I’ll be 5 months old. Yay!!! 5 cheers for me. Hip Hip Hip Hurray! I’m very excited and also very worried about tomorrow. Well, you see at every turn of my birthmonth, I will have to go for my monthly injections. And that I don’t look forward to, not at all. If you have read from my earlier entries, I’ve come to be very courageous when these injections are administered but still I’m quite panicky when the actual time came. I think it happens to most of us. That’s what I tell myself every time, to give me a bit of composure. Well, see what tomorrow holds.

400 Hits

400 hits. And some baby wisdom. Here goes. ‘It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.’

Finger control

I’m coming to grips with manipulating my tiny fingers. Previously I was all thumbs when holding my toys or pacifier. But now, gripping something, anything, is easy. But my aim is still skewed though. For example, I’m like holding the pacifier and wanting it to put into my mouth. And when I swing my hands towards my mouth, somehow the pacifier ended on my chest. Oh well, practice makes perfect. I have full control of my fingers. Holding on to someone’s arms, clothes or small toys is easy for me. Sometimes, I like to twiddle my fingers with each other, itching to grab or hold something.

First Person View

Today, I went to IMM at Jurong East. What’s so special about the journey? Today, my parents decided to put me in a face out carry position. And I was ecstatic throughout the journey. This is first person view my friends. What’s better than that? In my 5 months of being a baby, there were only 2 views that were available to me. First, was the view of the shirt of my papa and his hairy chin (and nostrils hehehehe) if I look up and the second view is the sky view if I’m being wheeled around in the pram. Today, I was in first person view and it was the bomb. I could see anything and everything. I could see my big bro and sis running wild in front of me along the pavement. That was great and what’s even better than that, I can see them being scolded by my papa right in front of me afterwards ... hahahaha I could see the colourful metal boxes moving fast along the road. I could see the standing green bushy thingy along the roadside. I can tell a thousand more things that I could see but I think you get what I mean. The downside is, this position was a bit tiring because I had to always straighten my back. And that my friend is hard for a baby. But after this experience, if allowed, I will always want to be in this carrying position for ever and ever.

Insomnia

I am unable to sleep early for the past 4 days. And because of that, my mama is exasperated with me. I usually start to doze off at about 8pm and will sleep like a baby till the next morning, in between there’ll be the occasional breast feeding of course. But now, my sleep mode doesn’t kick in until 10 or 11 pm. I’ll try to sleep but I’ll wake up a few minutes later. Then my mama or papa will try to get me to sleep but I’ll wake up the same. This cycle continues until my eyes get too tired to open and that would be around 10 o’clock. How do you think I’m writing this? Can’t sleep, blog it. Where’s Mr Sandman when you need him? Oh oooo, I think my mama is calling me to go to sleep. Bye...

Monkey Tale

This is Monkey. He’s my new toy. No, my parents didn’t buy it for me. Nope, not even the uncles and aunties. You want to know how I got it. It’s a funny story and I learnt something from it. Mama was accompanying me, fetching my big bro and big sis from madrasah. There’s this kid who likes to tag along. He’s about my big sis age and he lives one block away from us. That fine day, he brought along Monkey. Why he brings toys to school? Don’t ask me. When he first introduced me to Monkey, it was love at first sight. I wanted to have him. I kept eyeing Monkey and I think the boy took notice. Feeling sympathetic (1st bad move…hehehehe), he let me hold Monkey (2nd bad move…hahahaha). Once I’ve got a hold of Monkey, in he goes into my mouth. I was licking and biting like there’s no tomorrow. His toy monkey is now slobbered with saliva … my saliva. Shocked and dumbfounded, he sighed and told me that I can have Monkey. Hurrah!!! Monkey is mine. ... Ok, ok ...I’m not gloating. Babies never gloat… hihihihi Oh yeah … the one thing that I learn from this. Well, if you put enough saliva on anything, it becomes yours. Lick your things later …hehehehe.

Leg Power

My legs are much stronger now. I don’t tire out easily when propped up. When I'm standing up, I would practice my walking by taking a step or two. This I learnt from being on the floor and looking at legs walking in front of me. Here’s me with big sis, I look tall don’t I? It’s an optical illusion … my big sis is on her knees. Hehehehe. Don’t I look good in this photo? Well, you just can’t hide beauty. And humility … hihihihi.

300 Hits

300 hits and pressing on. And now, a few words of baby wisdom. ‘A balanced meal is a cookie in each hand.’

Cousins

Met Alya today. To those who go ga-ga over baby pictures, I have a treat for you. We took a photo together. You know how mamas are. At every opportunity, they will snapshoot anything for keepsake. Don’t we look good together? Alya’s about 2 months old. I know that phase. Eyes still unfocused, crying here and there. Glad I’m way passed that already. She’s grown big. She’s still not much of a talker but looking at her opened mouth I think she wants to. Give her some time; she’ll shed some of her shyness sooner or later. If you’ll notice that headband thingy, well, it was a gift from Alya’s mama. Don’t I just look fabulous in it? Update: 14 Oct 05 I’ve another picture which my mama pressured me to publish. I didn’t want to because it’s not very flattering of me as a lady. It looks bad doesn’t it, but for my own defense, there was no malicious intent. Honest. I was in my normal agitated self with arms waving. And, and things like this happens … you be the judge.

A Story by Bear

Today, Bear acted out the story of Jack and Jill. I had a fit of the giggles when Bear was tumbling here and tumbling there. Although I was sad when Jack broke his crown but I still had fun though. I think Bear did the extended version of the story. I’ve never heard Jack climbing the bean stalk and meeting Little Red Riding Hood. Maybe next time, I’ll ask Bear to act out Lord of the Rings. The whole trilogy ... Hehehehe … Wouldn’t that be fun?

Fast Learner

Did the rollover. It was easy. Well, at least from prone to supine position. But from supine to prone, that one takes a lot of getting use to and a whole lot more of hard work to accomplish. Tuck arms in. Push legs out. Swing body over. That’s what my papa drilled me. The only thing that I don’t like doing the rollover was that everything rotated very quickly. I lost my bearings for a few seconds before everything came back into focus. But what a rush. I ranked this as exhilarating as the body dragging. (See What a Drag, 20th Sept 2005)

First Food

Today's menu was quite different. Its because my mama couldn’t provide for me enough milk. She said she was fasting. I told her to slow down then but she just laughed. Humph … adults. They don’t take kindly to suggestions. What did I eat? It was Gerber’s Mixed Vegetable. How does it looked like? Terrible. How does it taste? Taste like cloth. Not that I’ve tasted cloth … ok ok I’ve licked one or two… sucked two or three. Whatever. But it felt unsmooth unlike milk. It felt like having mud in your mouth. Maybe my taste buds are not in tuned to such food yet. But I’ll take powdered milk anytime. Sorry mama for spewing out most of the cereal, but the mouth just refuse to take it in. Errrr, powdered milk please. Hehehe …..

My 200 Hits

200 hits and counting. That came fast. Now a few words of wisdom. Baby-style. Here goes. ‘If it’s not broken, fix it till it is.’

Sucker for Thumbs

I've started a new phase. It’s the thumb-sucking phase. It began when I was trying to adjust the pacifier to stay in my mouth. I tried to shift it with my hands. But being a baby, and having fingers that were not that well coordinated yet. My thumb ended in my mouth and the pacifier ended on the bed. There I was sucking so happily, unbeknownst to me, on my thumb and not the pacifier. The taste was different. It taste like chicken, not that I know what a chicken tastes like, but it was heavenly. And the great thing is, I can control my hands. If the thumb becomes loose, I'll just jam my hand into my face and the thumb goes in. What's simpler than that? And even though the shoving resulted in getting my other fingers to jab my nose, eyes and cheeks, the thumb-sucking rises above all pain. Now realising what thumbs taste like, whenever my parents hold me in their hands and I see their thumbs in the vicinity. I will try to stoop down to get a taste of their fingers. What? Don't blame me for being a baby with a thumb-sucking fetish.

Oops I did it again & again

I can’t believe it. I pooed on my mattress and my clothes yet again. Feels like dejavu, doesn’t it. (See Oops I did it again, 23th Sept 2005). Well you know what people say. Third time’s a charm. My mama was totally exasperated when she discovered the ‘stuff’ on my nose and forehead. In her words, only I can top this. Well, I aim to please. Hehehehe … Still I’ll use the global cop-out. I’m just a baby.

Another Ohana Gathering

Yet another family gathering. But it seems they are a different bunch. Well at least their sizes are different. So if I add everyone up to last week’s group, that would be 3, 17, 9, 40, 24 … TOO MANY! I just remembered I don’t know how to count yet. One of the grandma person was built like a sumo wrestler. She was huge with a capital H. But she was extremely comfortable to hug to. Also, this batch of cousins was a noisy bunch. One of them, not much older than me, was imitating Tarzan the whole day. With his pampers all hitched up and his singlet, running around and letting off a scream or two. I say he is the best small Tarzan I’ve ever seen. There was hugs and kisses for me all day long. And I was just happy to return these affections by letting off a giggle, a laugh or even a smile here and there. But like last week, I couldn’t sleep well when I got back home. I was too high strung after all the giggling workout. My mama was quite displeased with me. She told my papa that if the uncles, aunties or cousins hyped me up the next time, then THEY will have to get me to sleep too. I don’t mind because then I’ll have them to continue playing with … hehehehe.