Thursday, November 24, 2005

Sydney here i come!

Look at me...dont i look just fine? A little sleepy tho...
Me and my thermometer...my constant companion the past 3 days...

im much better today, the fever's gone...all i have is this little coughing fit that happens everytime i wake up. Mummy's taking me to the doctor tonight just to let him check that im good to go! Sydney here i come!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Throat Infection

Im miserable...please stop asking me to pose for pictures...

My throat hurts. My eyes are watery. The room feels so chilly and my whole body aches. Im sick. I scream and cry and whimper but all i get from Mummy and Daddy are helpless and pained expressions. I hold on to Todo's tail tightly, he's my only source of comfort.
I was bundled off to the doctor's early this morning where he proclaimed that i had a throat infection. What did i do to deserve this pain? All i did was stuff everything around the house into my mouth...oh is that it? Is that what causes u so much misery?
I am brought home where Mummy plays some soothing music, hoping that the lullabies will ease me into sleep. However there is no respite. Phlegm gathers in my throat and threatens to choke me. My fever rages on...
And then there's sponging time. I scream as they put an icy cold towel on my balmy forehead. It feels like daggers have pierced deep into my brain. Crying is too much of an effort as my throat hurts so i let out little, plaintive whimpers instead. Mummy and Daddy give me more miserable looks.
I do not get my usual cereals today. Im too weak to protest and gratefully take the bottles of milk and water that they give me. Every few hours they will use a syringe to squirt some liquid into my mouth. It tastes sweet, i wonder if it will make me feel better?
Im exhausted from doing battle with the phlegm, it keeps trying to suffocate me in its slippery wet embrace. I sleep the day away. This is a battle i have to fight myself. I will win it!! i want to go to Sydney this weekend!!

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Is my name "NO"?

Ive been hearing alot of this word lately. When im chewing on my seatbelt in my carseat, Daddy will reach over and pull it away, but not before yelling the word at me. Or i'd be happily banging the remote control against the telephone when Mummy will take them away from my grubby fingers, brandishing that word with much authority. Just today I was trying to type on Mummy's laptop when she went to take a shower. I accidentally deleted all that she was working on the whole morning. oops...when she came back she yelled so many "Terelle No"s at me that truthfully, i was a little frightened.

Sometimes the word is gently used on me while at other times it is harshly barked at me. I realise the former usually occurs when im chewing on my own toys while the latter occurs when im destroying stuff around the house or touching things that belong to the grownups.

This word has been shouted at me so often the past few months that im starting to feel weird when it isnt. Sometimes i catch myself stopping midway through a toy licking session just to look at Mummy quizzically, to see if she has any response.

But what exactly does this word mean? It frustrates me sometimes that i have to constantly interpret the plethora of words that the grownups use. Ive concluded that since it's used so often and it is a pretty simple word, it has to be part of my name.

So my full name is Terelle No...sometimes they just call me Terelle and sometimes they just call me No. When i make them really mad they will call me Terelle No!

Makes sense?

Friday, November 18, 2005

Queen Terelle


Hey Daddy get me some grapes...and while you're at it, can u scratch my tummy please?

A little budding writer!

Im in a pensive mood...what shall i write about today?

Me and my muse...i draw inspiration from Kitty...

Im hard at work Mummy, stop asking me to pose for pictures!

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

More toys, more toys!

Im trying to get into the box...do u think ill fit in it?

See im gumming my ball, will Mummy say "Terelle No!" again? hehe...

A thought crossed my mind as i was playing with all my toys...Do toy manufacturers actually make them in more subtle colors like lavender and peach? The myriad of colors are rather gawdy sometimes...if u know what i mean...

Evolution, from quadruped to biped

Mummy's worried. She's been comparing my developmental milestones with that of my peers in some forum for babies and has found that i am way, way behind the rest. My counterparts have progressed from squirming masses to being quadrupeds and now bipeds, albeit unstable ones. They are even sprouting little pearly whites. Me, im still on my tummy, primitively failing my arms and legs. Doesnt Mummy know that im actually experimenting with my arms? Maybe if i flap them fast enough ill elevate, that will make me even more advanced than the rest right?

Im content to do this the whole day; im too lazy to crawl, i hate bouncing, i obviously show no interest in walking and am still toothless. Yeah toothless but ruthless...

So, in a bid to correct my ineptness, Daddy and Mummy have got me a walker. Its a little contraption that confines you in a harness and to get from place to place you have to (no prizes for guessing), walk. It's quite cool actually, at least now i can explore more parts of the house! Check back here regarding my developmental progress in a couple of weeks...


This feels weird...im actually upright!

Im getting the hang of it, its quite fun!

Monday, November 14, 2005

Now that's power!

It's 130am, Mummy has just finished her chores and is slowly drifting off to sleep. Daddy has been asleep half an hour ago as he is not feeling well. I slowly open my eyes, the room swims into focus. I yawn and stretch and rub my eyes. In the darkness i reach for Todo, my little giraffe friend. I love Todo, we go back a long way - the past 7 months. His button nose nuzzles comfortingly into my palm. i seek out his tiny ears and start sucking on them disconsolately; he says nothing. I take him by his neck and start banging him against my mattress; his silence is reassuring. im bored and not particularly sleepy, having slept early tonight.
I let out a plaintive whimper and look over the bars of my cot. No one hears me. Not getting the response i am looking for, i raise the volume a little. Mummy stirs but goes back to sleep. Daddy is knocked out cold. Alrighty then, this calls for drastic measures.
i start yelling at the top of my voice for some attention. Startled, Mummy and Daddy both jump out of bed and frantically try to soothe me. Daddy informs me over and over again that he's here. "I know ure here u doofus, but wat's the use of u being here if you're not going to carry me??" I wail louder still.
Daddy finally carries me while Mummy sings a lullaby. As i watch their tousled hair and red rimmed, sleep deprived eyes, it dawns upon me that one little cry from me brings two grownups to my beck and call.
As they lay me back in my cot in the hopes of returning to slumberland, a devious thought creeps into my head. Shall i taunt my parents for awhile? After all, if i dont sleep, nobody sleeps! So i wait just a little while for them to almost drift back to sleep before letting out a bone shaking, ear piercing scream. I stifle a giggle as i watch them scurry out of bed and go through the usual process of cradling, rocking and singing to me again. My heart goes out to them, the poor sorry souls...but a baby needs some entertainment from time to time right?
I am finally tired from my late nite antics and decide to go back to sleep. Mummy has fallen asleep leaning on my bed while singing to me. Clutching Todo tightly i turn to pat Mummy's head thinking...i had made this happen. Me, a tiny 70cm tall person can actually summon two grownups from their bed to tend to my needs. Now that's what i call power...how i relish it...

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Another new friend!

Uncle Daniel and Auntie Waiwai came to visit us today and they brought baby Ryan along. He was a little shy at 1st but he slowly warmed up and soon we were happily playing with all my toys. Ryan loves to jump while being supported by his parents. Looks like a tiring and sweaty affair to me! So unglam...i prefer to lie around and watch anytime...! hehe...

We're not up to any mischief Mummy, really!

We're having fun! hehe...

Hey dont sleep! Play with me!!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

A Sport for Baby Olympics

i promised to write about Peekaboo so here goes.

- Aim: To suddenly jump out of hiding and surprise/stun/scare/shock opponent. Perfect score to u if u manage to achieve the above to maximum effect
- Rules of the game
Step 1: Hide behind any material(thereafter known as the weapon)
Step 2: Jump out from behind weapon or deftly lower weapon
Step 3: Scream "Peekaboo" like a deranged banshee

Charmingly simple right? The grownups love it, i mean..they're absolutely ADDICTED to it. Once they start playing, they will not be satisfied till they see you squeal with laughter. i usually indulge them this little favor, else they will be at it forever!

Maybe they should introduce this sport to the Baby Olympics. We could compete on various levels:
1. Last baby to succumb to the thought that his/her parents are simply cookoo and holler with laughter, wins
(This is deceptively difficult cos when u watch them go at it, an inexorable thought comes to mind that these people have loose screws in their heads and you cant help but laugh...)
2. 1st set of parents who are able to elicit the most number of reactions from their offspring
3. Last set of parents who are able to outlast their competitors in playing Peekaboo for an indeterminate number of hours
(This would be just like the Subaru Challenge, except id like to call it the Peekaboo Marathon)

Food for thought...


There they go again...shucks i have to look amused..
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Hmmm maybe if i pretend to be engrossed by this shoe they wont notice im here...

ahhh..Daddy accidentally poked his eye with the paper! Now dat's funny! hehe...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Mummy's fav picture of me!

Aint i just the cutest?