Satay Satisfaction

I have come to a conclusion that good stuff always comes at the end of a stick. Let's see, there was..

... the cool lantern that I enjoyed playing with that came at the end of a stick

... my ever favourite drumstick that produces noises at the end of drums

... the strings that came with the stick that was joint to the kite!

... the stick in Papa's car that helps take us go places!

... the broom, with brushes at the end of the stick that makes sweeping fun!

... the net at the end of the badminton stick sure makes beating really fun too!

...and of course last weekend, when Ah Kong and Ah Ma came down to visit last weekend, it was somehow decided that we were going for Satay Kajang - so I was introduced to this local dish, which had a whole chunk of meat at the end of the stick! Cool! Only disappointment was that I was still deemed to young (probably it's the teeth) to eat it, so I could only watch the adults enjoy themselves...sigh.

Looking forward to the next time when I would hopefully have strong enough teeth to sink into some Satay!

Mr. Bus Driver!

My obsession with buses took another turn for the extreme when Papa found me this stationery bus machine in a shopping mall that would shake and move when some coins were inserted into a slot next to it.

Imagine my delight when I got to experience first hand handling the bus, complete with steering wheel and all! Wee! Too bad I couldn’t move it anywhere though. Sigh. :-p

Funny Face Friday!

Hurry Potty

About more than a month back, I was introduced to this strange small plastic bucket where I would be placed to sit on whenever I needed to poop. I would call this my ‘hurry potty’ because everytime I give the signal that it is time to poop, Papa and Mama would rush me very quickly to sit on the ‘hurry potty’.

Too bad, most of the time, the entire sequence of hurrying me to this potty would be so funny, I would lose my urge to poop properly already. Need more practice before I fully master the art of pooping in a dignified manner. Hee!

O Medicine!

O Medicine!

Where have you gone?

Your sweetness. Your flavor.

Your scarily accurate measure.

O Medicine!

Why do I have to wait…

To taste you again?

Do I need to be sick before you re-appear?

Or are you just playing hard to get?

O Medicine!

Can I fake a cough, or blow my nose?

Or does it have to be real?

The waiting game is unreasonable

It’s making things tough.

It’s making me unwell.

The pain. The suffering. The anxiousness.

O Medicine!

Why are you doing this to me?

Or could it be?

When I truly fall sick, you will appear once more?

To quench my desire. My thirst. My needs?

Could it be? Could it be? Could it be?

O Medicine!

Come back to me!

Stationery Crying

I have discovered that crying for something in a stationery position can be more effective. Especially more so when the wailing is done continually and complete with weepy expressions set.

Sad to say, this technique does not seem to work any more since my first few attempts. These days, Papa and Mama seem to enjoy watching me do it, sometimes laughing or video recording me too. Sigh.

A Helping Hand

I’m not sure why more people see me as a little cute rascal or mischievous bully. I do have a kind, merciful heart, you know. Like in recent weeks before my baby sister comes out, Mama would often have difficulty getting up from any seated position.

When I noticed she needs to get up, I would immediately rush over to her and offer both my hands to help pull her up. Papa would usually pull her other hand as we help Mama to stand up.

Now, wouldn’t that make me a good boy? :-D

Little Bully

This is just a little black mark in this stellar phase of my life. Mrs D has caught me a few times bullying Angie, who is about 2 years older than me. Some of my bullying tactics include taking away her pillow when she is asleep; or pulling away her milk bottle when she is feeding…

In addition, I’ve also been caught in the act of beating other people (affectionately I may add..) or even spitting when things don’t go my way.

Hmmmph. Need to find more discreet ways to bully and not be found out. Hehe. Shhhhhhh.

Caught with hand in bag…or is it bag in hand?

Yet another photo taken by parents that would be used as laughing material or to blackmail me in the future. Sigh.

Hey, I can’t help it if I can carry a ladies handbag so well!

Phone Fun

One of my favourite play toys is this item called the phone. This small little gadget must be pretty important to adults as I have seen almost every adult holding and talking into one. It looks pretty simple to operate too. By pressing some of those numbered buttons on the front, one can then talk into the phone.

When we were in hotel rooms where there were at least two of these phones, it was just so much fun for me to pick up, press and play. Strangely, no one ever responds to my “hello” when I speak into it.

Perhaps I didn’t press enough numbers. Or perhaps it has something to do with some wires attached to it that Papa pulled out earlier. Hmmm...

Still the Drooler…

I had no idea I can and am still producing bucketfuls of drool! I mean, I noticed my bib changes had begun to decrease so I thought my drool supply was diminishing. Until I saw this photo of me taken when I was sleeping…complete with a napkin or towel strategically placed to soak up my drool and protect the mattress. Sigh.

Craugh

There are times when a cry IS a cry.

There are times when a laugh IS a laugh.

And then there are those times when the moment calls for both a cry AND a laugh.

For these times where there is no word to describe, I shall call it a “craugh”.

These are the times that I am neither crying nor laughing.

When adults do not know what to do with me…

When I feel like testing the situation to see how people react…

When I feel like I need some loving or manja-ing…

When I feel like I need another push for that Oscar nomination…

I will craugh…

Fearful Feeder

Being somewhat rebellious by nature, I can be quite difficult to handle sometimes…okok, most of the times!

But more so when I am being fed something new. Like Mama said – the first bite is always the toughest. I will put on my best drama possible after that first bite is put, or rather forced into my mouth. After some dramatic expression and faked tears, I will run away and continue like nothing happened. If the food is good, I will come back for seconds.

Now, that’s what I would call the theatrics of feeding. Hehe.

Men in Tights

I have this theory that parents sometimes like to take pictures of their children in strange poses or costumes so that they could blackmail them when their kids get older, when necessary.

The photo above must be one of such photos. Mama let me put on her tight stockings and both Papa and Mama had a really good laugh looking at me fiddling around with it.

Sigh.

King-sized Cot!

My sleeping adventures just got more exciting. Some nights, Papa and Mama would allow me to sleep on their bed with them. It happens more often when I make more noise when put in my cot. *wink!*

Recently, they moved the single bed next to theirs so now I have my very own king-sized cot! Wee! Imagine the fun of trampling around on a bed! Something I couldn’t do in my cot.

Anyway, I always feel more freedom when I sleep on the bed. No boundaries that makes me feel like being caged up. Nicer and softer mattress to jump and roll around. Now if only they would change it to a water bed…

Human Rock Climber

Just added this addictive activity into my extreme sport hobby portfolio. In adult terms, it is called rock climbing, but since I’m obviously too small to be doing actual rock climbing, I compensate by climbing all over human rocks, namely Mama and Papa.

Hey, I need to get the hang of it early on, OK?

Thief on Trial

The other weekend at the mall, I had my first real drama. Papa followed me into this shop that sells so many videos and CDs. I was really fascinated with all those Korean, Japanese or Chinese (they all look the same to me!) box sets that were displayed but Papa kept putting back all the items I had taken off the rack.

As we moved on other sections, one particular box set caught my eye. I grabbed it from the shelf and held it in my hand for a while. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Papa was looking elsewhere at that moment. With a glee, I sprinted away with the box set. As I reached the exit, alarm sirens sounded and everyone in the shop and surrounding areas trained their eyes on me. I was stunned for a second as Papa caught up with me immediately and hurried me back to return the box set.

As we were leaving the shop, I noticed the girl behind the counter looking at me in a funny way so I thought I would bail myself out by electrocuting her with my cheeky eyes. Obviously she fell for it as she then offered a smile in return as well as a Ben10 tissue pack. Hee!

Whew. It sure pays to have cuteness on your side whilst conducting these thieving stunts!

Headstander

Sometimes I wonder why do we only use our two feet to stand or walk? What criteria did they have that gave them such a responsibility? Is it because their foundation is flatter compared to the other parts of our body? Do they have a bigger, firmer surface? Sometimes, these things just boggles my little mind.

Anyway, I thought of experimenting other ways of late. One of which is using my very own head. Bending over and using my hands to support, I will attempt to lift up my legs and perform this so called ‘headstand’. I’ve been trying to perfect it on the mattress, sofa and just about everywhere I go, but I have to admit it’s rather difficult. And everytime I attempt it, my parents or anyone nearby would yelp in horror.

Hmmm, maybe I just have to accept the fact that God made our feet for standing. :-D

F1 familiarities

I still have not been able to figure out what it is about F1 sports that fascinates me so much. Papa has been trying very hard to get me to sit through football matches with him but I seem to light up significantly everytime I see an F1 car speed around on the teevee.

People say we sometimes grow fond of something if we feel a certain feeling of familiarity towards it. Thinking along these lines, perhaps there exists some striking similarities between F1 and who I am today.

1. Just like those F1 motor cars, I also enjoy running at top speeds around and round and round the house sofa.

2. I would liken my diaper changing activities to that of the F1 races whenever the cars make a pit stop to change tyres.

3. Those podiums that the winners stand up to at the end of each race sure reminds me of the stairs I simply love to climb every day!

4. Just like in F1, accidents are bound to happen too like incidences where I could not brake in time and just bumped into tables, chairs, people, etc.

5. Very much like all those F1 drivers, I strangely find myself frequently surrounded by beautiful ladies too. My electrifying eye technique must be working. J

Rolling, rolling, rolling…

I am beginning to believe that I was born to roll! Well, maybe I didn’t roll out from Mama’s tummy during my birth but I just can’t seem to get enough of this awesome action.

When I wake up from my slumber or get ready for bed, I always seem to have this tendency to roll around on Papa and Mama’s bed. More like lazing around in poetic motion, I call it..

Besides that, Ah Ma has also trained me well in rolling my tongue in various positions. No kidding.. So now I look forward to show it off to Ah Ma and also give her a progress report whenever we meet up. :-P