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.

Smile of the Day!

Happy Birthday Mama!!

Happy Birthday to the BEST Mama in the world!

I promise to be a super duper extra good boy today!! :-D

Mirror Me!

Do I know what I look like? You betcha!

Whenever I see myself in the mirror, I will always grin happily and point my finger at the mirror, seemingly saying “Look, that’s me!! Wee!”

Nursing Pillow

I discovered any of Mama’s many talents when she sewed this beautiful nursing pillow, which would be used when my baby sister comes along. Won’t really fit me now, but I think it still makes a really good feeding pillow or sleeping erm, pillow! Hehe!

Just take it as me quality-testing it for baby. :-p

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