The house seems rather quiet with Abah not around. I hope he'll be back soon. I miss him scratching my scalp. He really knows how to garu, my Abah. No one else garu the way he does. He applies just the right amount of pressure on my soft, tender scalp. It's like time goes still whenever he scratches my itchy scalp. And I know my brothers miss him too. They love playing football with him in the evenings!
The whole family went to watch 'Happy Feet' last Saturday and all I got was this :/
I don't think Mumble looks very happy here. And I can't even squish him or roll him or do anything to him. All he does is tap his feet when some sort of a wheel on the side of the iceberg-thingie he's standing on is turned. As if I could do that, rotate the wheel, I mean.
*rolls eyes*
Mum was very happy, though. I think she was more excited about the movie then my three brothers put together. Yeah, yeah, Elijah Wood. Big deal.
How I wish I'm old enough to go the movies.
Things were much better on Sunday though because guess what - they brought me to the swimming pool! Yes, for the very first time. Hurray!
*taps happily, or would if I could*
I was a little scared at first. The water was cold and the pool seemed sooo huge.
See how nervous I was?
Look at my hands clutching my Floaties, and my legs, you can't see them in the pic but they were extended stiffly in the water. I didn't cry though. Nope, not even a little bit. Mum was proud of me, I think.
I slowly relaxed because really, there was nothing to be afraid of! Abah and my three brothers were nearby and Mak especially was watching me with eagle eyes. Oh yes, I had a splashingly good time after the first nerve-racking 10 minutes or so.
See how cold cool, relaxed and happy I was?
And see here how Abang Luqman took really good care of me at the pool ♥
I definitely want to go to the pool again. And I'll try not to swallow any of the pool water next time. It tasted nasty anyway. Mum was scared that I would get diarrhea but so far so good :)
Not only I am no longer among the Top Five of the mix.fm hottest babes, I've now been relegated to page thirteen. And not only that, the previous votes that I got from my fans which put me at number 4 are now gone! Can you believe it. The fans stopped voting and the the votes vanished!
*head-floor*
I guess you people have to continue voting, even if it's only once a day to keep the votes from being lost.
Though it thoroughly mystifies me how some of the babies managed to get more than 100000 votes. Must get Mum to find out if there's a programme that will continually submit votes for me.
*shifty eyes*
Anyway, my previous votes which came close to 50000 mainly came from my brothers ( especially dear Abg Imran who faithfully voted and voted, and voted for me ), Abah, relatives, Mum's online LOTR friends and of course from Mum herself, my Number One fan ♥
If you interested in voting for me, do go here and vote!
*smiles and gurgles and coos as enchantingly as possible*
And here's the high-res version of the same pic to help you make that all-important decision.
My Mum loves my curls. Or baby curls to be exact. She thinks that the curls would be gone once I have my haircut. Which is why I have yet to have my first haircut. Not that there is much hair to begin with but the curls, or ringlets like Mum loves to call them, do make it appears like I have a lot. And she's adamant not to have them sheared off until it's absolutely necessary.
None of my three brothers have curly hair, you see. I don't really mind. But it does mean that Kak Arti is having a lot of fun accesorising my hair.
*sighs*
The uchukedemi ( or pokok kelapa ).
The double uchukedemis.
Hmm, Ende says the men in Bali wear flowers in their hair. Note the "ringlets".
Had not one but two crying fits last night, complete with all the ear-and-scalp-scratcings and body-archings. The first time, Mum gave me Dentinox and I slept like a log after that. The second time, Mum got fed-up with me and gave me a smack on the hump. That shocked me into silence. Not that it was painful, mind you, my butts are well-padded with Mamy Poko disposable diapers and Mum would never hurt me but I wasn't expecting it. Needless to say, I stopped crying and went to sleep ( like a log ). But I think I made Mum feel guilty for smacking me because I woke up this morning with lots and lots of cuddles and hugs and kisses. Not that she doesn't usually does that, Mum is the kissykissy and huggyhuggy type, but there were plenty more of them this morning. Niiiice.
Must make an effort to sleep through the night. Poor Mum.
But then I heard her telling Abah that 'bad' nights with me are still so much better than 'good' nights when she was doing calls at the hospital years ago.
I drove Mum nuts last night. Couldn't settle down. Couldn't sleep. She didn't know what was wrong with me. Guh, I didn't know what was wrong with me. I'd sleep for a few minutes after I suckle - oooh that was so comforting - then I'd be wailing the minute she put me down. Bad me, but what's a baby supposed to do when he can't sleep? Cry, of course. And with a lot of ear and scalp scratcing, too. Yup, I certainly made her go bonkers last night.
Sorry, Ma but maybe, just maybe your milk is running a bit low. Not that I want the bottle, I prefer yours, have I said it's soooo comforting to be in your arms? I was surprised you didn't give me Dentinox last night, you usually do that when I'm cranky but I guess you didn't think I was colicky. Pity, because I do so love Dentinox. Hmm, wonder what they put in it *ponders*
Scared Mum this morning. She put me in front of the television and went into the kitchen. And when she came back, like, two minutes later, I wasn't there anymore! Heh, just a few minutes longer and I would have made it to under the dining room table. As it was, she caught sight of me just on the other side of the sofa, looking innocently up at her.
She probably would have called the police if she didn't see me there. Seriously.
Must move faster next time.
On the other hand, I overheard Mum saying something about the playpen to Kak Arti.
Haven't been here for a long, long time. But Mak's busy with work and all and she's usually so sleepy at night and she said that the connection at work is SO slow :(
But anyway, I'm a big baby boy now. I'll be exactly 9 months old in five days time. My, how the time flies. That's what Mak likes to say. Not for me though. Time pasts really slowly when there's nobody in the house but Kak Arti. But yay! the school holidays are coming soon! *cheers up considerably*
On the development front, I can crawl now but not the usual run-of-the-mill crawl. I do the "commando crawl" - and I can crawl forwards, backwards and I can roll sideways very fast. Got two teeth coming up too. You can hardly see them but oh boy, judging from the shrieks that issued from the brothers when I bit down hard on their fingers, heh heh, they sure are Sharp!
*rubs hands in glee*
Can't wait to walk. I got around pretty fast using the walker but that's not the same as Walking Upright and Being Able To Pull Things Down.
The food is good. Bland but good. I love the bubur best and the Dumex cereal too. But I hatehatehate the those nasty baby food that comes in small jars. Even Abang Luqman refuses them!
Here's a pic of me. Kak Intan said that I look a bit like Tom Hanks. Must be the hair and the forehead. What do you think?
