On crying and pain...

I believe that crying should be a last resort. Cry too often and no one will do anything about it; it certainly lessens the urgency of your demands. That's why im generally a cheerful kid, ive found that laughing at silly games like Peekaboo (this deserves a special writeup in itself) gets you more attention than crying does. And because im normally happy, the grownups go into a frenzy when i employ two of my favourite crying tactics.

1. The pathetic whimper with brimming eyes
2. The no holds barred wail of total anguish

Method 1 usually works well enough, i sometimes employ method 2 when they drag me out of my blissful slumber just before they go to bed, just to change my diaper. I mean like, hello? how would u like it if you're happily sleeping and someone forcefully wakes you up and insist you change your clothes? You get the idea...

I took Method 2 to new heights today though. Mummy was out so i was left in Daddy's charge. Its quite fun being with Daddy most of the time, cos he doesnt pay me as much attention as Mummy does, so i can get away with gumming the remote, Mummy's books, the diaper cream, bugs that fly in through the window (oh that's not edible? tasted quite unique though...) i can dribble milk and cereal all over myself and stew in my filth the whole day and Daddy wouldnt bat an eyelid.
Today however, Daddy was watching the Apprentice on TV and when Daddy watches TV, time stands still as he is hypnotized and oblivious to anything that goes on around him. I was left to my own devices again and i was happily chewing on the pillows when i decided to flip around. That's when i realised it was the end of the bed and nothing was beneath me! The trip to the floor felt a bit like bungee jumping and it wasnt so bad, it was the landing that hurt!! The feeling of pain was foreign to me and i really let it rip, jolting Daddy back to reality.
As he frantically carried me around trying to soothe me, the throbbing in my cheeks eased but i continued to scream, just for the fun of watching Daddy scurry around with sweat pouring down his face. In the end out of desperation, he carried me and almost ran all the way to the doctor's clinic nearby. I was fine by then but chose to ignore him just for kicks as he tried to make funny faces to humor me.
When the grownups bungee they get a certificate of achievement, all I had was a bruise on my cheek to show for my freefall today. Boy was Mummy mad with Daddy when she came home, that was another amusing spectacle to watch!

Lesson learnt: Method 2a: The unstoppable no holds barred wail of total anguish drives grownups into sheer terror, you really have to try it to believe it. I shall add it to my repertoir of ways to manipulate your parents.

Welcoming a new friend in church!

Hello Stephia, can i give you a hug to welcome u to my church?
Terelle: Heard the bigger kids next door are having a whale of a time. Wanna go join them?
Stephia: Im sleepy...maybe next week?


Mummy and me, together with Aunty Sophia and baby Stephia! I need to grow out my hair, i really look like a boy...boohoo...

My first trip...to Langkawi!

Mummy couldnt resist posting this up, what an embarrassment! yeah this is a mugshot of me taken for my passport, cos we were going to Langkawi with Uncle Raymond and Auntie Yiling.

I was only about 4 months old then and couldnt sit upright so they had to put me in the bumbo chair and take this picture. It really is not a very flattering pic and i hope they dont use this to blackmail me in the future! Like showing it to all my guests at my wedding...if you look real closely you can even see some drool on my chin...oh gosh...

Yay! my very first trip overseas...i was so brave, i wasnt even the least bit scared when we flew on the plane. Unlike Mummy who is a bundle of nerves everytime she flies...

Mummy read in that baby bible of hers that i was supposed to be given a bottle during take off and landing, as it could help my ears pop. So they STARVED me till just before take off and then just gave me half my normal feed! (cos Mummy wanted to save the other half for landing) That wee bit of milk couldnt even last me till the end of the runway! In the end i was screaming more out of frustration and hunger then from the discomfort in my ears. Hmph!

Mummy and me on the plane...im grouchy cos im hungry!! Where's the rest of my feed???

We stayed at Perdana Resort but there was no pool there so Daddy and Mummy sneaked me into a nearby hotel's pool for my very first swim! Mummy swam very often when i was in her tummy so i took to the water easily! I was in my element! hehe...
This is my very first swim...i love it!!

Daddy and me just before our bath! heehee...

There was no bathtub available so Daddy had to carry me while Mummy doused the both of us with water. I dont think i was very clean in the end but who cares? It was fun splashing daddy! Ill take a shower over a bath anytime!

Uncle Raymond aka Uncle Barney keeping me entertained!!

The adults were always running around looking for nice restaurants to stuff their faces, while all i could do was watch. Luckily for me Uncle Raymond aka Uncle Barney was always ever ready to entertain me with his antics. Where are u Daddy? Stop eating that plate of Malaysian mee and pay attention to me!!

Three days were over in a flash and it was home sweet home again. Im glad to be back and boy am i tired from all my adventures. Dont wake me...at least until my next feed yah?!