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…

A Bigger Tummy

I can’t help but noticing Mama’s tummy is getting bigger and bigger everyday. I guess it is another visible reminder to me that my new baby sister (oops…Papa and Mama should have known I couldn’t keep the gender a secret for long…) will be coming out soon. The thought of it does scare me sometimes.

Will I be a good big brother?

Will I be able to take care of my baby sister?

Will we be able to share toys lovingly?

Will we be racing around the sofa together?

Will she eat faster than me?

How can I climb up Mama when the tummy is gone?...

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

Boys Will Be Boys

“Boys will be boys…”

That is one statement that has still dumbfounded me. I keep hearing it mentioned, especially when I’ve performed some stunt or just being my rebellious self.

But, what does it actually mean? Boys will always be boys right? We don’t grow up to be girls right? Strange quote indeed. Adults sure can be weird sometimes.

Resurfacing Relics

I am beginning to suspect there could be some kind of conspiracy theory right here in my own house! You see, I’ve noticed some of the toys I’ve been playing with would mysteriously disappear after a few weeks.

And in similar mysterious fashion, these toys would later resurface a few weeks or months later…much to my delight actually, I may add..hehe. But I think all my toys actually have a mind of their own. They would conveniently disappear for some unknown mission and later return to keep me company again.

Hmmmm…hope this mystery gets answered when I get older. :-D

bobobo

Sometimes there are things that don’t seem to make much sense. Like the title of today’s blog. No matter how long we stare at it or try to analyse, nothing seems to click.

Sometimes there are things only come along once a lifetime that if you missed it, you would have missed it already.

Sometimes when we need to look at things differently, the answer immediately jumps at you.

Like when I point at the washing machine…

Like when I start pulling up my diapers…

Like when I spit out food…

Like today’s unique date…

:-p

What Grade the Rice?

Already past the 10kg in the weight category for some time now, I am constantly compared to being as heavy as a sack of rice.

This got me thinking…if I was a sack of rice, what kind of grade or type would I be? Logically, I think I would be the following:

- 95% beras hancur: being the violent me, I think I would be almost a total destroyer.
- Tempatan: locally born and bred
- Wangi: I sure smell good after my bath. Hee!

An Image of Independence

What lies beyond the horizon?

Beyond independence. Beyond boundaries. Beyond races.

Sometimes it's so hard to see...

We stretch. we tiptoe. we climb.

And after all our garguantan efforts

Beyond our strength. Beyond our abilities. beyond our time.

We see an image in sight...

In the horizon. Embedded. Infused.

That makes us more confused.

We see the image of ourselves

A reflection of who we are; what we've done; what we've become

Is it an independent reflection?

Is it a related refraction?

...

Happy Independence Day, Malaysia!

Masked Marauder

Where there is peace…he will bring noise!
Where there is cleanliness…he will cause dirtiness!
Where there is dryness… he will salivate!
Where there is order…he will cause havoc!
Where there is fragrance…he will add flavour!

Have no fear…the masked marauder is here!
But just who is he? I have absolutely no idea!

Collin’s Dictionary: Speed

Speed - The efficient amount of energy needed to produce sufficient motion of the entire mass of body to avoid detection or capture by adult hands. Commonly found in tandem with vocal screaming.

Perak Poser

I may be too young to understand the current political situation that is going on in the state of Papa and Mama, but here I am, posing with the Perak flag in very windy conditions. How apt. Hmmmmm. :-D

Here’s hoping the people of Perak will get their peace of mind soon!

Collin’s Dictionary: Electrocute

ElectroCUTE – The deliberate act of harnessing the electrical properties of one’s pupils and executing the intended action of simultaneous rapid eyelid movement that would result in generating a cute outlook. People exposed to this action is commonly known as being electroCUTEd. Caution: preferably not to be initiated in front of mirror. See also Flirt; Blink

One Second…

…is all it takes for me to transform from a crying baby to a smiley, laughing one. And vice versa.

Welcome to the baby world of drama kings and queens in the making…

Collin’s Dictionary: Gravity

Gravity – The unknown force that pulls and attracts huge volumes of saliva excreted from the mouth all the way downwards to the ground.

Evolution of Poop

Just as I am constantly growing up from a little baby to a bigger baby and eventually a little toddler and so on, I noticed almost everything else within me develops and evolves as well.

One noticeable area of this constant evolution is my poop. Sad to say, my Poopinator alter-ego may need a revision in name pretty soon.

Gone were the days where my poop made erm, grand appearances, often complemented with its ever unmistakable sound effects. The post-explosion debris of smell would be immediately picked up by any active adult nose within a 15 metre radius.

Not any more. These days, I would say my poop has matured into the silent type. It comes and goes almost in a flashlight speed, with hardly any sound of warning. Because it is now more in a solid state, the smell factor is not so easily picked up.

I’m just curious to find out what the next level of poop will be like. :-D

Strange Signings

Caught a glimpse of this strange sign inside the baby room of this place called the Curve. Made me wonder hard as to what kind of emergency would prompt any parent to press the button?

Does it also imply changing baby diapers is a hazard or extreme adventure that may trigger an emergency?

Adults sure make strange assumptions. Sigh…

Basket Blues

Must make a mental note. Must make a mental note.

This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.
This is a waste paper basket.

Must make a mental note NOT to throw anything inside. Hey, I didn’t invent it to look like any other pail or basket in the house OK?

Now that I’ve developed the habit of taking things from all over the house and transporting them into pails and baskets, Papa and Mama must have a hard time keeping up with where I keep storing my toys and other stuff. Sorry!...;-p

Flushed Away

It may be because I was born in the year of the Rat in the Chinese Lunar calendar. Or it could just be that cartoons with rats are just so irresitable!

Mickey Mouse, Tom & Jerry, etc. may be interesting but I sometimes feel their running time is too short.

One of those lengthy cartoon movies that never fails to keep me glued to the screen for long periods is Flushed Away. Although the funny accent may need some getting used to, but overall it just continues to make me sit still and laugh, frame after frame. Not an easy feat to do to an active baby like myself! To top it off, it is related to football too! Wee!

I wonder what other movie cartoons with rats that would amuse me next. Hmmm.

Gratefully Bibbed

The way I use bibs, I think the bib industry owes me a medal.

There is something quite explainable about the generous amounts of saliva that still keeps pouring out from my mouth these days. Not sure if it is caused by teething times, or I’m just full of saliva (hmmm…that sure didn’t sounds right..) but the fact remains that I have been described colourfully as a leaking pipe; a waterfall; rain; a flowing river; etc.

Thank God for the bib industry that has constantly kept my shirt and body dry. I sure hope the bib inventor received a Nobel prize or some recognition of this great invention.

Hair or Head?

A puzzler that has been bugging me for some time now.

“Which grows faster – my hair or my head?”

If my head grows faster, will it me make look like like I’m balding or losing hair? Or if my hair grows faster, shouldn’t I be due for a haircut soon? And if both my hair and head grow at the same speed, will that mean I will not need any haircut for the rest of my life?!!

Or am I wasting too much time thinking of these hairy things? Hmmmm….