Archive for November, 2004

November 4th, 2004

No more boh geh

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Ho ho ho, it has finally arrived! Today is the day she will say bye bye to her toothless days. It is not very clearly visible yet, but I could feel the jagged edges of the tiny tooth on her gums.

No wonder she seemed more cranky lately, fussing without reason at times. She also started drooling again, and had loose bowls. I thought it was because of the dirty stuff she picked up on the floor, but watery stool could be one of the symptoms too. Some experts said that babies might have mild diaper rash too. And really, her bums were rather red with tiny “pimples” here and there. I just switched from pampers to mammy poko, so I thought it was because she was too pampered by pampers and cannot tahan mammy poko. Even bought a new pack of pampers yesterday, redundant! What else….she also ran a fever, cough and have runny nose. However, I would rather point my finger towards the father for making her sick, he who persistently continue to kiss and sayang her despite being sick and full of germs himself.

November 3rd, 2004

Cry first then sleep

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It is so difficult to get Yauyau to fall asleep lately. She used to show signs of tiredness at around 9pm in the past. She will rubbed her eyes, scratched her head, tugged her ears and yawnnnnn. But it is over 9pm already, and still no sign of her wanting to zzzzz. Still want to play. Crawl here crawl there until the sticky and smelly. Leap and bounce on the our bed happily, knowing that the mattress will not hurt her head. The old trick of knocking her out by nursing her doesn’t work anymore. She will give me face, suck a few time, then on her way back to more bouncing. Aiyo, terrible, spent my time catching and wrestling with her to make her nurse again…..

I was so desperately urgent to go to the loo last night, and James was on the phone. As a last resort, I strapped her onto her bouncy chair and left her screaming in the chair. Poor girl, her tears were all over the face and the hair all wet (she must had used all her might to scream the hell out of herself). She seemed really tired after that ordeal, though it lasted only a few minutes. I just cuddled her, offer her some more milk and she almost immediately drifted off to dreamland. Hmm…she needs to cry a bit to unwind herself? Shall I try it again tonight!?

November 1st, 2004

Not ready for calligraphy

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ink.JPGIt is definately too early to start an 8 months plus baby on calligraphy. Before I could let her take a closer look at the brush, she grabbed the brush and painted her own face. Luckily it was just chinese ink, not some toxic paint, I still could affort to take a picture before cleaning her.





November 1st, 2004

Push to open, push to close

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She has learnt that she would be able to find mama or papa if she pushes the doors. It was a little hide and seek game that I played with her some time ago. I would left the door slightly ajar and attract her attention by making all sort of noises. Naturally, she would crawled enthusiastically to the door and started crying there, cannot enter. After a few demonstration of using the hand to push the door open, she got the hang of it and was on her way to more exploration.

One new trick learnt always lead to more dangers lurking to strike. She has been pushing open the bedroom door to go in there to play with the dvd player, playstation and her pack of diapers. Our bed has a very low bed frame with sharp edges, I hope she is balanced enough not to hit herself there. She is also very fond of entering the study to play with the very dirty carpet, the cables and the battery charger. She also enjoy licking the metal legs of the table and chairs, probably very cooling on a hot day. But I think what she enjoys most is able to locate our whereabout and feel safe that we are close by.

So this little fella got into trouble today. She thought she is very clever in pushing door open, but didn’t realised that if she pushed the door from inside, it would close it. Thus, she got trap in the bedroom today because of this act. We spent some effort in getting her out. Couldn’t force open the door as she was right behind it, and I really feared jamming her fingers or toes under the door like myself (sigh, the nail of my bruised toe dropped, looks so ugly). I think we have to make it a habit to close the doors of the dangerous zone properly.