Hair-Raising Detector

Just like the early detection systems scientists and engineers are developing (or have already developed) for natural disasters like volcanoes and tsunamis, I have also developed an early detection system to warn people whenever I sense an explosive poop coming.

1. My face will turn grim and look slightly uncomfortable.
2. The ends of my hair will rise slowly, as if I was watching a scary movie
3. I will let out an apparent grunting sound.

If any of the three occurs, especially if in succession, it’s best to take immediate cover. No kidding.

O Cookie Jar…

Stole a glimpse of this when Mama opened the air-cond box the other day. My eyes popped out and I think I felt saliva coming out too.

If I was a kid, I think this would be my cookie jar…mmmmmm…

Big Bites

I have just discovered another BIG difference between Sitiawan and KL – in the form of some nasty BIG marks from those flying needles.

These KL cousins sure have bigger appetites. No fair! I’m so small I only carry that much blood and they want mine too. *sniff sniff*

Happy Papa Day! (15 June 08)

Dearest Papa,

I found out that today is a day that is dedicated to all Papas of the world, so I would like to say in my simple love note here “Happy Papa Day!! I love you!!”

Thank you for showing me so much love, patience, care, joy, and humour of course, since the day I was born. Thank you also for your support and encouragement to Mama too. I am truly thankful for a Papa like you.

So, for today…I promise to try to be at me most bestest and obedienest behaviour so that you can be proud of me!

Your #1 Fan and Son,
Collin

Crib or Zoo?

More proof that my crib looks more and more like a zoo everyday…hmmm, and what does that make me?...

Hail Caesar!

Mama says I look like a Roman emperor after each bath, especially when I’m wrapped around with a towel, like in the picture.

But, hey…if I’m the emperor, how come I’m the one who always gets tossed into the gladiator-arena like cot? The cruel world must have something against baby emperors, I tell you. Hmmmmph…

The Worm in Me!

In my favourite turtle back position, I am now able to slowly kick my legs to the back, creating little little thrusts that have enabled me to worm my way to the front. Yes, it is a grueling task but sometimes a baby’s gotta do what baby’s gotta do to go places!

Still cannot go far though. With this cot the adults have put me in, I seemed to be fenced up. And besides, by the time I managed to worm myself close enough to the fence, I would be too tired already, so I would just drift off to sleep.

Don’t think I will like this way to travel when I grow up….gotta need one of those car things..:-D