Teething!

Dear all, when Mama was preparing to bathe me yesterday, she saw my newly-emerged tooth/teeth. She was really excited! Although she was unable to tell Papa immediately since she has to bathe me, she felt a sense of gratitude towards God.

I had been showing signs of teething such as drooling, loving to bite things for quite a while since last month but my teeth were not visible until yesterday. In fact, Mama has kind of given up waiting to see my teeth as they don't seem to be appearing after the signs of teething had been around for a while.

There are no pictures as Mama was not able to take any and my tooth is just the size of a full-stop you see on your handphone when you are sending a text message. Yet unmistakably, it has emerged. Yeah!

When Mama told Papa over the phone, Papa told her to quickly brush my tooth as he does not want me to have tooth decay. When Papa came back from work, he quickly examined my mouth and saw the little tooth I have. He said now I can start to eat many different types of food. Yeah! What will I get to eat this Chinese New Year? Maybe not much under Mama's watchful eyes. ;p

Be Like Papa

One evening, Papa was playing with me when he decided I may want to be like him. You know, do the adult stuff like wear a watch, carry a wallet, etc. So this is
what he did to me.

My Shoes

Nowadays, I have my shoes on when I go out. This pair of blue shoes were bought by Papa for the occasion of my baptism. As my feet perspires a lot, Mama now airs my shoes on top of the TV set and many a times, the wind will land them on the floor. Here are some pics of what happened when I got hold of one of the shoes.

Yes, I actually bite my shoes. Mama remembers once when she held one of my shoes near my nose and after that, I had never bitten that shoe anymore but simply held it in my hands to examine it visually for the rest of the time. Mama thinks that is proof that I know what is smelly. You see, my feet perspires a lot and that shoe certainly was smelly and that was why Mama placed it near my nose. ;p

Dear all,
Mama has been very busy for the past week as she was preparing to lead worship at the youth service in church and trying to keep an eye on me.

This evening, we went to Nai Nai's place for dinner. Nai Nai gave me a wedge of orange and boy, I love it. It tasted sweet and as the wedge of orange was too big for my mouth, I had to open my mouth as wide as I could to eat it. Yummy sweet orange. Too bad Mama did not take a picture of me eating orange for the first time.

For the past few days, I seem to sleep for longer periods. Today, I slept about 4 hours in total for my morning and afternoon nap. Mama is quite pleased with this. For at least 2 evenings last week, Mama has been placing me in the playpen to let me vent some of my energy by crying my heart out before she carried me and tried to rock me to sleep. This worked as Mama found that I am no longer pushing her away when she carried me in her arms after she lifted me out of the playpen.

Nowadays, I am also eating 3 semi-solid meals a day except for weekends when Mama has to go out and give tuition and when we go to church on Sunday mornings. On a typical weekday, Mama would give me a small bowl of cereal in the morning and porrige for lunch and dinner. Mama cooks a small pot of fish porridge which will be both my lunch and dinner. Today, she made a bigger pot of fish porridge so that she could also eat it for lunch and it was when she ate that she realised she added too much ginger into the porridge in an attempt to mask the fishy smell. The porridge actually tasted a little "spicy" with so much ginger but I had no problem with it. I am really easy to please when it comes to food, just like my Papa. :)

There are no new pictures of me taken recently on my blog as something seems to be wrong with the computer and it would hang when Mama tried to download my pictures from her handphone. So please bear with me....

42 Weeks Old

Dear all,
I am 42 weeks old today and I can stand with self-support for a short while. Mama read that most babies at my age will find it difficult to bend their legs to sit down when they are standing. Not so for me. With support under my arms, I can stand, sit and even take a few steps. Mama believes I will soon be able to walk.

Now that I am more mobile, Mama finds it needful to keep an eye on me more often and this means she will have less time for herself. I have since discovered the electrical supply plug and the wheel of the vacuum cleaner in the living room and Mama has kept the iron that used to be placed at the living room too.

I explore my surroundings by touch and many a times, Mama has smacked my hands followed by a firm "NO" to let me know some things are just not meant for my touch. Nowadays, Mama seems only to remember to smack my hand and ask me to let go and she has forgotten to say no to me. Today, when she smacked me 3 times on my hand to get me to let go of her glasses, I cried.

Also, Mama is going to try to establish a sleeping schedule for me. You see, I only slept a total of less than 3 hours every day for the past 2 days. Mama's first concern is that she has less time for herself but she is also concerned that my lack of sleep may affect my growth and development.
It is getting difficult to put me to sleep nowadays. Rocking and singing doesn't quite help. What will Mama do to tire me out? Keep reading to find out.

Baby Abuse

Once in a while, Mama would think of some things to do to bully me. Just look at what she did with the stacking rings Aunty Siew Lan bought.










If you think Mama would be sorry for upsetting me, you are mistaken. She actually laughed!! Yes, she went "HaHaHa" kind of laugh.....

Napping in a Playpen

Dear all,

This is the first time Mama placed me in the playpen to take my nap. I have a love-hate relationship with the playpen as I dislike being left alone in it. Many a times, when Mama place me inside, I would cry when I see she is about to leave.

This afternoon, Mama decided to let me nap in the playpen even if I have to cry myself to sleep. This is because she found a trail of ants on my bed and as she is not able to change the bedsheet in time, she decided to let me cry myself to sleep in my playpen.

Surprisingly, I did not make a fuss when she placed me inside. Maybe it's because I was already tired and I soon fell asleep on my own. No crying baby for my Mama. :)