Battering Ram

I admit…it may be painful, or irritating, or even downright silly…but it is still my strange way of showing my affections! Yup, my tried and tested battering ram aka head butt is here to stay!

So, please do remember to love me back when I head butt you next, ok? Hee!

Wave Your Flag!

Don’t we all just love our Malaysian flag? I for one, simply cannot stop waving and flapping the flag at every opportunity…even months after our National day! I have even perfected calling out “Merdeka! Merdeka!”

In reality, the flag sure helps to keep all those mozzies away! Besides, it makes for a good drumstick too when I misplaced the real ones! Hee!

Band Dreams

I have not figured out what it is yet, but there is just something about the Boys Brigade band that makes me stand in awe and admiration.

Is it those cool band uniforms?

Or the fact that the are playing under the hot sun and courageously not showing it?

Or is it the way all instruments combine so well with one another?

Or that they don’t need any speaker enhancements?

Whatever it is, I certainly enjoy these moments when they play and dream about when I will be in such a band…hee!

Ski Flyer

I noticed there are a lot of rolls of wrapping paper in the house. I guess Papa and Mama must really like to wrap presents! Hmmm…that’s an exciting thought.

Anyway, I find myself seriously addicted to taking at least two of these rolls and walk around with them. Sure gives me that skiing in snow feeling.

Hope Papa and Mama are good at catching hints…

Throwing Tantrums…and so much more..

Is it an in-built character? Or did I learn it from somewhere? Even I cannot explain how I have developed this not very good habit of throwing ‘silent’ tantrums by showing my long sulking, expressionless face…and then proceeding to pick up nearby objects and throwing them everywhere…

Worse part of it is that after being sounded by Papa or Mama, I would then have to travel all over to pick up those objects thrown…sigh.

Is there a better way to throw tantrums?

Feeding the Cow

I have been taught to save money from young. See, Ah Ma gave me this cute little cow coin-box for me to insert coins (what else?!) into it. The coin jingling sound and the challenge of squeezing in the small little miserable coin into the equally small coin slit makes this activity quite interesting!

It also makes me wonder why they don’t just give me a bucket to throw those coins it. Wouldn’t you think that would save a lot of time? Strange adult toys…

Hygiene Freak

Recently I have realized that I am beginning to turn out to be quite a hygiene freak! As I reflect, I have listed down the following tell-tale signs…

1. Runs gleefully to the bath room to wash my feet and hands when asked to do so

2. Finds the broom and dustpan very fun to use

3. Fascinated by how the vacuum cleaner works

4. Exclaims “Aiyeeeee!!” when I see insects or rubbish on the floor

5. Uses whatever that is in my hands to hit ants or insects on the floor

6. Fascinated when the windows or sliding doors are being washed

7. Delighted to use those hand sanitizers

8. Can be quite good in keeping stuff in order, like books or toys

Gasp…

Nostalgic Seat

Ah….I sure remember this car seat! Used to be so big but looks like I’ve really grown up since. Whew. Took this pic when Mama took it out to wash before Caitlynn came out. Enjoyed climbing in and out of it again now that I’m sort of bigger than it. Hee!

Yup, still strong and sturdy enough to carry out its duties to support my lil sister. :-D

“Open Please?...”

Of the numerous words I have been learning and picking up, among my favourites are these two words – “Open, please?”

When used together, it enables whatever nearby object I’m holding to be opened for me. Like my drum set…or plastic containers…or spectacle cases…or food jars…etc.

Still cannot figure out why adults would sometimes say somethings cannot be opened. Still think they are still hiding come things from me. Hmmmmmph!

Things I learnt from kite-flying…

From where I live, I can sometimes experience the strong winds blowing into the house, especially if I’m outside or when the sliding doors are open. Times like these tend to bring back memories of my first kite-flying experience with Papa when we were back in Sitiawan.

These were some of the things I learnt from that adventure:

1. Wind plays an important role in this activity. It is very much needed to bring up the kite to fly higher and higher…and Papa also needs to run like the wind to increase the chances of it getting up in the air.

2. Grass that are short with sharp thorny stuff does not go well with my skin…

3. If the kite is up there, you’d better keep it up there as long as possible! The string rewinding session is a real pain…

4. If one flys the kite like Papa did, one is sure to burn calories…

5. If you plan to run to fly kites, make sure you run in a direction so that you eventually reach your starting point. If not, it will be a long way to walk back….

Brushed & Cleaned

One of the main highlights of taking baths these days would be right at the end where I would be given this little sick with delicate, soft brushes at the end of it. Adults call this a toothbrush and I still cannot understand why it can be called a ‘tooth’brush when it is obviously used to brush ALL my ‘teeth’? English sure is a strange language…

Anyway, I would enjoy the sensation of poking this toothbrush around the insides of my mouth and teeth. Together with Papa or Mama, who would usually be armed with another toothbrush, we would brush all of my teeth. After that, I would be asked to spit.

Now, could you understand why I’m so excited about brushing my teeth? I mean, when else would I get the chance to be asked to ‘spit?!!’ Hee!

Racket Raiser

With drumsticks or similar objects in hand, I am highly capable of raising noisy rackets just about anywhere! So, it was rather strange when I was given a racket to hold in my hand…

Not sure what to do with it. Something tells me it is wrong to hit people with it… coz maybe I have seen on TV how people hitting a ball of feathers over a fishing net with it. Don’t look fun at all to me but lots of people seem to enjoy watching it.

Ah well…till I understand the game, hitting the walls, chairs and people shall have to do…hee!

Run-leashed!

Further proof that Papa and Mama misses walking the dog, especially in shopping malls… They bought me this cute little cow-motif backpack that comes complete with a harness and a cloth cord tied to it like a dog-leash that ends in a handle in Papa and Mama’s hands.

Though I must admit it kinda looks cute on me, my movements has been greatly limited everytime I put it on. Yup, my running has been effectively leashed. Heck, I can’t even play hide and seek now! Wonder if I’m required to do any rollovers or barks too? Hmmmm.

Of Guitar Mouths & Saliva Trumpets

One fine day I realized that I don’t really need those items called musical instruments like drums and guitars and pianos to make music! I have my very own hand-made instruments (literally) with me all the time!

Say hello to my Guitar Mouth and Saliva Trumpet!

Yeah, when I make a fist with my hands and move it up and down my gaping mouth, I produce some form of vibrating music-sound thingy. Or when I purse my lips together tightly and blow in and out repeatedly, it makes a similar sound to that of a trumpet – only with less bass and more erm. saliva…

Ok ok, maybe not so much on the music part yet, but trust me, a few more weeks of practice and I should be even able to write some songs with these instruments! :-p

Crouching Tiger Pouncing Dragon

My new action sequence revealed to all!

Bend down on your knees with arms on your side in a crouching position. Take in a deep breath and assume this position so as not to arouse suspicion. This is the standby position. Whenever you are ready, use the springs from your knees or legs (hey, I’m a baby, not a physicist!) to push the entire body to a standing position. At the same time, extend your arms away from your sides like wings. Remember to flash a cheeky smile as you land on your feet from the springy jettison action.

Big Shoes to Fill

Looking up to Papa, I know I sure have big shoes to fill if I want to be like him when I grow up. Let me see some habits that we already share:

1. We like to sleep face down

2. We are extremely hard to wake up in the morning

3. We are stubborn to go to sleep even when we’re really tired

4. We love noodles

5. We don’t drink a lot of water

Getting there…getting there…

Bend it like Backwards

This particular stunt is just driving Papa and Mama nuts! By bending over backwards whenever possible sure is one cool stunt!

The world sure looks funny upside down too. Wait a minute. The world is already funny right side up too. Hehe!

Feared Fears

Even at my tender age, I have begun to develop certain fears. Fears that will cause me to tremble in my spot, unable to move, except for my tears…

Though the list may change or increase as I grow older, my challenge is to stay clear of these top three fears to date:

1. Automatic car washes – I am always traumatized whenever Papa drives the car through those automatic car washes where tonnes and tonnes of water and soap is splashed all over the car.

A bigger version of the above comes when this thing called rain starts to pour. Heavy rain feels like a giant car wash with water coming down from the sky. Sure is scary when accompanied with thunder and lightning.

2. Sniffing doggie noses – Doggies are cute only when they are not charging straight at you and smelling all over you. Scary experience!

3. Grass – Although I can step on it, my confidence is quickly shaken on this surface as I will be extra-careful…especially when they sometimes have those short thorny stuff that pricks the legs. Painful indeed!

The Smell of Success...

(warning: 18-PL photo contained within blog...)

It's working! My potty training is on track! Every morning I would be rushed to sit on my hurry potty whilst Papa gets ready to go to work.

The result? My lump of morning poop safely delivered in the potty. Yes!! Another diaper saved...

Victory! Ahhh...the smell of success...

Measuring Madness!

Yay! I finally have a ruler pasted on my house wall! Now, I can stand next to it and and measure how tall I have grown. I wonder why Papa didn’t simply lay this sheet of ruler on my bed so my height can be measured the same time as I’m sleeping? Hee!

Notice my obsession with measuring stuff as I fiddle around with the measuring tape in my hand...hehe...