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!

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!

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...

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!!

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...

Mummy's fav picture of me!

Aint i just the cutest?

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?!