Drooliholics Anonymous

Hello. My name is Collin and I am a drooliholic.

I hereby admit to my first guiltless drool yesterday. Don’t really know how it happened but suddenly this liquid stuff (adults call it saliva) starts coming out of my mouth and it wasn't Mama’s goodness.

It felt so good that I even played some bubbles with it. Good thing no one caught it on camera…yet..shhhhhhhh .;-p

Thumbsucker

Since two weeks ago, I have started to suck my thumb, fingers, and sometimes even my entire fist! Adults seem to consider this action as a sign of growth. I also see them do it often especially after eating fried chicken.

Hmmmmm…I don’t know….my baby logic calculates that if it is a sign of growth, and the sign of growth translates into eating fried chicken, erm…it should come down to one question: Where’s my fried chicken?!!

p/s accompanying photo to come soon, hopefully....some technical problems here worrr..

Excuse Me, I’m Not a Chair!

Not feeling too good today. You see, Papa came to see me over the weekend, but when he left for KL on Sunday evening, Mama followed him back too. Missing Papa on weekdays was bad enough…sigh…really feel lonely today.

Apparently Mama went back to KL to settle a few things at the office and also to help look for someone to sit on me…Hmmm…didn’t quite like that last bit. Sure sounds like a painful exercise. I guess that’s why chairs were invented.

Anyway, my gloom should disappear by late evening when Mama finishes her business and takes a bus back here to be with me. ;-D

Through Your Eyes

As I am still in Sitiawan, my poor Papa only manages to visit me over the weekends. So I reckon that he would have plenty of time on his hands over the weekday nights in KL. My guess was proven right when he sneakily composed a song and dedicated it to me, me, me! Yay! And it didn’t end there! Papa also put it all into a video and the end result is my very first short film! Double Yay! Although the video is only about two and a half minutes long, I’m so overjoyed that I decided to share this video with everyone through my blog today. Thank you for the video and song, Papa!

Oh, Papa also told me to mention a special thank you to Uncle Jeff for helping out with the accompanying guitar and recording. So, Uncle Jeff....TQTQTQ! ;-)



Through Your Eyes

Through the tears you cried when you came into this world
As our first baby boy
Through the smile on your face, you melted all our hearts
And filled us up with joy

Though you cannot speak
Though you cannot sing
Though you cannot ask
Or draw for anything…

We see the love of God inside of you
And the trust that you would have for us too
Through your eyes

Through the beat of your heart, we heard the sound of life
A gift from God above
Through the brush of your fingers, we felt that special touch
That endless bond of love

End:

We see it through your eyes
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Music, Lyrics & Vocals: Papa
Guitar: Uncle Jeff

Yawn of the Day

InderNet

Before I doze off for my naps, I noticed the adults like to put this fishing net thingy over my cot or basket. At first I didn’t feel comfortable with it at all. Made me feel like a fish caught in a net or an animal in a caged zoo.

Then I realized it this net actually works in keeping out those irritating flying needles! Whee! Hmmm…gotta give these adults credit sometimes for knowing what’s best for me. ;-D

V

(warning: my first lame attempt at monologue poetry)

It started with a whimper. I had just woken up.
Silence.
I stretched. Grunted. Snorted.
Silence.
Not a good sign.
The whimper turned to a moan. To a cry. To a wail.
I was definitely hollering for a bail.

Footsteps. Ah…it works.
The feed was good. Mmmm. Yummy.
Certainly filled my tummy.
I cried one more time.
For attention.
For a cradle.
It came promptly. These adults sure have quick feet.

I cried again. Sounded like I was in pain.
I was not feeling ill so it had to mean only one thing.
The props came promptly. These adults sure have quick hands.
Snap off. Wipe off.
Snap on. Smile on.

I cried again.
For attention.
For a cradle.
It was time for my nap.
It was time to call it a wrap.
The cradle came eventually.
The rock. The sway. The comfiness.
Very quickly led to sleepiness.
I yawned. Eyes feeling droopy.
The cradle started to move. I could feel it.
But I was too tired to make any sense of it.
Felt sneaky.
Felt sly.
I was soon at the door of the cot.
No knocking required. It was all so inviting.
So perfectly set up for sleeping.

Gently I was laid down.
I let out a moan of contentment. Of satisfaction.
As my eyelids started to cave in, I caught a glimpse.
Yes, I saw it.
The letter V.
Two arms apparently raised in jubilation.
Accompanied with a sigh of achievement.
The letter V. The letter V.