My Sleeping Partner

Dear all, this is my Chow Chow (smelly-smelly)... Mama says this is my sleeping partner because I usually go to sleep holding this.. or at least have it near me... This is a bolster that Nai Nai bought for me when I was born but Mama does not really know how to let me hold it and so she only let me have it recently when she was trying to put me to bed. When Mama puts me down on my bed to sleep, she will let me have my Tutu (spot it hiding behind Chow Chow in the above picture?) and my Chow Chow which I will fiddle with a while before I fall to sleep.

Mama, being not a very diligent mother, actually let me sleep on my own. It is only on rare occasions that she will actually hold me in her arms and pat me until I fall asleep. Every evening, she will follow a routine of giving me a bath, feeding me, praying for me and singing the Lord's prayer to me and hum a lullaby a couple of times before letting me sleep on my own. Initially, she used to sing the Lord's prayer many times but now, she decided she should only sing it once as she does not want me to associate the Lord's prayer with sleep and start to fall asleep in church next time whenever I hear the Lord's prayer.

Back to the topic of sleeping, Mama and Papa are thankful that at around 3 months, I can already sleep through the night, waking up at only around 5am for some comfort from Tutu. Nowadays, Mama wants to try feeding me with more milk so that I can sleep til 7am. Mama sure loves her sleep, yeah?

Mama thinks in the area of sleep training, I am like a textbook baby and I can actually fall asleep on my own after her usual bedtime routine. This suits her and Papa fine as they can still have time for Facebook and the Internet and TV shows after I go to sleep at night. Also, Mama usually doesn't have a lot of problem putting me to sleep and need not keep carrying me and patting me until I fall asleep. Only problem is, this works too well and when I go to Nai Nai house in the evening, I give them a headache (or should I say, ear-ache ) as Mama and Papa can no longer hang around to chat after dinner anymore like the way they used to in the evening. Mama wonders if this routine thingy is making me the centre of her and Papa's life... Afterall, Papa once said that he believes that the child's life should revolve around his parents' and not the other way round. Well, perhaps, this is just one of the adjustments they have to make to their life until I am older...

Rolling Good Times

Hi all, I am now almost 28 weeks old and I can now roll over on my own. I am still trying to refine my rolling and perfect the multiple rolls when I am put on my back. Mama loves to see the back of my head when I roll over and stay on my tummy. The world sure looks different when I am on my tummy. There are just so many interesting things to see...

Setting Up Boundaries

See the bolster on my right? There is another one under my feet that is not in this picture and the comforter at the bottom left corner is supposed to be a connector that keeps the 2 bolsters in place. Why set this boundary when I could previously have the whole queen-sized mattress to myself?
All because I can now roll. For a week or so, Mama and Papa has been putting a bolster to prevent me from rolling down the bed. Then one morning at around 630am, Mama was woken up by some cries I made and she came to see me. To her surprise, I was not on the mattress. I had actually rolled off it and I was on my back next to the mattress when she found me. Only God knows how long I had been there until my cries woke her up.
I was crying but nothing too different from the usual sounds I made except that the cries seemed a little louder. When Mama picked me up, I quietened. She was shocked but recalled that Seth gor-gor and Ian gor-gor also rolled off from the mattress before and so she was not very worried. Still, she brought me to Papa who woke up and examined my head. Then she made me a bottle of milk and went ahead with the rest of the day while keeping an eye on my response for the day. Thank God I am ok. As you read this, I probably have already forgotten all about the accident by now.
To prevent me from further accidents, Papa put up these boundaries for me. Mama finds it interesting that when I have most of the mattress to myself, I can sleep and even rolled down the mattress but when I was confined to about a third or half of the mattress, I can sleep with no problem about the space constraint too. This shows how adaptable I am.. haha...

Fellowship of the Rings

Aunty Siew Lan bought me a stacking ring toy about 3 months back when she was in Malacca with her family for the church camp. It's the kind of toy that has a stand and allows people to throw donut-lookalike rings at the stand. The rings are supposed to go "into" the stand. At some carnivals, if you can get all the rings "into" the stand, you get a prize.

Last week, Mama finally overcame her procrastination and washed them before letting me play with them. Here is a picture of me enjoying it. I actually kicked the stand with all the rings and the rings fell all over the mattress I was on. Then somehow, Mama also doesn't know how, 1 of the rings got "into" my foot.

Well, not quite the way it's supposed to be played but as long as I enjoy it, who cares? Aunty Siew Lan said her children Seth gor-gor and Joy jie jie still enjoy playing with their stacking rings even though they are many months older than me. And in creative ways too. So how's me doing as a rookie at the creativity department? Not bad huh?

Playing the stacking rings is now an activity Mama does with me. She would seat me on her lap and she would be on the foam mattress. Then she will show me how to place the rings into the stand and then she would hold my hand and guide me to put the rings into the stand. When all the rings are placed properly, she would applaud our effort. Not very creative way of playing, she suppose, but she thinks I should learn to play it the "corrrect" way before letting my creative juices flow. That's her excuse for not coming up with more creative ways to play with me. Maybe she should go take a lesson from Seth gor-gor and Joy jie jie... keke....

Papa once saw Mama play the rings with me and said he can't be as nurturing as Mama to play such games with me. Mama said playing this game with me is a no-brainer and Papa can do it too as an activity to fill up his time with me. So much for Mama's nurturing instincts. sigh.....

I Love Frog's Legs

This frog rattle is the first toy Mama bought for me. You can see a better picture of Froggie in the photo album Mama has posted.

She read that babies about 2-3 months old like rattle and she has observed that there was a period of time I seem to like rattle. Alas, when she bought me this rattle, I was already 4 months old and I was not very interested in it. It seems like Mama is happier than me cos she was the one who bought me the toy.

Anyway, since I wasn't very interested in it, Mama only let me play with it occasionally.

Recently, she took it out again and rinsed it with water before giving it to me. You see, I am now at a phase when I like to put everything into my mouth. Of course, I must inspect this toy with my mouth and so here is a picture of me inspecting the frog's leg... umm... taste ok so far..

Also, if you look a little more carefully at the picture, you can see a blue teething ring in the form of a car near the top right hand corner. That's my first car. Mama calls it D2 to compliment Papa's R2. So we now have R2D2... lame lame....

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