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// The impos(e)tor. // Sunday, May 6, 2007
"You go pose for the camera Mummy, while I check out my sexy black tights."
"You go pose for the camera Mummy, while I take a short nap."
"Now that you are not beside me Mummy, please allow me to pose for the camera."
"And who ever said that we cannot look good with a bulging tummy?!"
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As you can see, my pictures with Sharleez can never turn out perfect. N-E-V-E-R. I've yet to master the art of taking oh so perfect pictures with her. But it's just as well. I looked like I just came out from the shower anyway, what with the very wet hair.
Tsk.
Never mind! We can practice on taking more mother and child pictures together later. Second round of outing, we must have. The weekend is just too short to be wasted.
('_')
@ 02:04 p.m.
// Believe it or not. // Friday, May 4, 2007
My mummy keeps telling me to always believe in myself, despite being a tender four months old baby.
I am a believer, alright..
I believe I already have hair as long as Barbie
I believe I already have a share in the goodies that Mummy and Daddy keep buying.
I believe if the goodies are not meant for me as yet, I can still survive with toys in my mouth.
I believe I already have what it takes to be Waheeda, that Wassini girl.
I believe I already have what it takes to pose for a magazine cover.
I believe I can fly.
And oh, I believe I am already 4 months old.
Happy 4 months to me!!
@ 11:50 p.m.
// You make me wet. // Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Is this Sharleez Nadya Bte Md Hidayat teething? She has been drooling more often than what is considered normal, she loves sucking her entire fist and oh, she likes to gnaw on anything within her reach like my shoulder, Tatek's shoulder, my nose, Tatek's nose, her pink pillow and even Mak's yellow pillow. I have a part time job now - wiping her mouth and hands.
Sometimes I just give up and throw the towel...at her. Lol.
Sharleez gets pretty upset whenever we pull out her fist from her little mouth. We have tried using the bib just so that her pretty (and worse still, new sometimes) dress or top will not get drenched in the saliva. We have failed. She looks so strangled each time the bib is put around her, we keep removing it as a result. Such is our dilemma at the present moment.
Lol. Actually, is not so much of a tight spot for us, this drooling issue. In fact, it is a joy to see her advancing from day to day, even if it means wetting everyone and everything in the house. Really.
Sharleez Nadya, we love you!
You can drool and bite all you want just as long as you don't grow up so fast.
('_')
@ 12:40 p.m.
// Solid, Liquid and Gas // Sunday, April 29, 2007
Oops. False alarm lah. Sharleez is not that ready to eat, after all. Fine, she is already showing interest in food and what goes into our mouths, but she is just not that keen on having solids inside her mouth yet. She did have two tablespoonfuls of Frisocrem the other day, but that was about all. That said, pardon my excitement in the previous entry. I'll just let her be. I'll let her experiment with food if she wants to, but I'll not force her should she suddenly not want to. Spare her. My girl, she is barely four months old! I do not want her to grow up so fast, you know?
I mean, what's the rush?
@ 10:38 p.m.
// FIGURE this out. // Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I see some friends very obsessed with weight loss after giving birth. I see some signing up for aerobic classes. I see some pledging themselves to different exercise routines (read: extensive drills). I see some going on nutritional regimes and almost starving themselves to death. I even see some doing all the aforementioned at one time. While I respect their choice(s), I dare say I am not as fixated as them. The facts are as such. I have still 10 kilos to lose before I get back my pre-pregnancy figure. I still have 5 inches to lose before I get back my pre-pregnancy waistline. I still have 2 cups to lose before I get back my pre-pregnancy bra size! So what? I am not complaining. My hubby is not complaining either. Wait, my seamstress is complaining. But do you think I care? I am so happy the way I am now despite looking like the mother of all cows, and I am not even intending to force my body to lose any weight. I eat anything and everything. I eat anytime and everytime. My darling colleague Julie, can testify to this. I guess I have long decided to let nature take its course. I do not want to be fat like I was when I was pregnant. I do not to be stick thin like I was before I got pregnant.
I just want to be me.
But of course things were WAY different when I was pregnant. When I was pregnant, I was gripped and possessed with weight loss. I feared how many kilos and how much fat this body of mine would accumulate. I feared turning fat. I feared not being able to get back my pre-pregnancy weight. I feared a lot of things.
What a freak. ('-')
I guess when all's said and done, I am just be glad my body has not changed drastically before, during and after pregnant.
Maybe that's why I am not complaining?
Hooo well.
Meanwhile, thumbs up to Sharleez for already wanting to eat. Frisocrem, here Sharleez comes!
But Sharleez darling, you BETTER watch your diet.
@ 09:21 a.m.
// The jittery entry. // Saturday, April 21, 2007
Current state: Frazzled!!!
Help!!!! Someone. Anyone. Everyone.
Mummy and Daddy should really consider taking me out tomorrow because honestly, I am already bored staying at home in love with my new seat.
I feel so... grown up.
It definitely has legroom for my err, long legs?
So goodbye, INFANT carseat! In the car only you'll stay from now on.
Meanwhile, I am going to continue staring at my own pictures. I choose not to understand the meaning of vanity for the time being.
Digicams rock my kinky tights, yo! Forget Barbie. Forget teddy bears. Can someone please get me a digicam instead as my first toy?
('_')
@ 10:30 p.m.
// As busy as a bee. // Wednesday, April 18, 2007
I've been very busy, which hopefully explains my unofficial MIA status. But do not worry, no matter how busy, I will never, ever close down this precious blog. That is just so...silly.
I'll be back.
Meanwhile we are all good. Me. Tatek. Sharleez.
@ 11:15 p.m.
// Circus Act. // Monday, April 9, 2007
Oh please, do not ask my Mummy for a decent update. As it is, she is real busy. Her life is such a big mess now, I tell you. Worsksheets on the bed, on the floor, under the table, under the bed, and even a worksheet or two on the toilet floor sometimes. She marks while feeding me. She marks while expressing milk. She marks while having her dinner.
My Mummy, she is a juggler.
And while she juggles practically everything that is within her reach (just so that she can spend some good time with me before and after work), I guess I'll just have to get used to my Bumbo.
Not that I am complaining!
Hmmm.
Or am I?
@ 10:23 p.m.
// My fear factor. // Saturday, April 7, 2007
I can add one more type of phobia to my 'collection' of phobias. I have a phobia of being away from my girl. Separation anxiety, as they call it.
I want to be a desperate housewife.
Help?
@ 12:24 a.m.
// Oh grow up, please! // Tuesday, April 3, 2007
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Happy three months, sweetpie.
We all love you. 'We' include the brown bolster.
'_'
@ 10:18 p.m.
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