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U P D A T E from 28 June 2002 |
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Hello everyone! It's been a while since Mommy's last update. A lot has happened since then. Mom thinks I'm a handful at times because I demand attention. And for the record, I love attention!
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I wanted so much to sit up on my own, stand up and start walking. I want to be where the action is. I can't see much when I'm flat on my back in my stroller. One time, I tried to sit up and threw myself upward that I banged my head sideways - it hurted so bad I cried. Mom got real worried. So, to stop myself from doing that, Mom and Farmor (Grandma Inez) made sure I have enough pillows around me as support when I sit up and they cushioned the side of my stroller with soft snake-like pillows. You have no idea how perfect the view looks like from where I sit each time we're out for a walk. And it's pretty comfortable, too! I am very much satisfied!
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I try to "talk" as often as I could, but no one seems to understand what I am trying to say. Mom, Dad and Farmor just laugh at me. But it's ok, at least I can make faces, chant and scream and still make them smile. I have also developed a temper when I am tired and sleepy - I cry at the top of my lungs! And when I do that, Mom or Farmor would pat my butt, wipe my tears away and we just continue our stroll - it's no big deal! Well, after a while, knowing quite sure that neither would lift me up, I'd just doze off to sleep ... too tired to care and cry some more. I sleep at least 2-3 hours after breakfast and when I wake up for lunch, I'm in a pretty good mood to "rock-and-roll" again. |
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I like playing "boxing" with my playmate "Robbie Rabbit", but he's a lot better in knocking me down since he gets help from Mom. Robbie is funny, too. Mommy and Robbie tickle me a lot and they make me laugh. Sometimes, Mom lets me play alone with Robbie - and I consider that my very chance to get even, you know. I'm pretty tough with Robbie when there's just the two of us. I always begin with a little "chat", and then I chant, starting very low at first and then rise into a crescendo and then into a full scale scream. I'd bite Robbie's long ears, wrestle him, chew on his sticking and pointed nose with my toothless gum and try to tear apart both his arms and legs. Mom and Dad would sometimes watch as I do this to Robbie and I get stopped once in a while, they call it a "time-out".That is when Robbie gets to rest. And while he does, Mom gets me busy by reading a book, watching videos and listening to children's rhymes. I get to eat and nap in between these activities, until it's time to wrestle Robbie again! Other times it is just nice to enjoy the company of Mom, Dad and Farmor out in the garden. Sitting up in my stroller, I have a better view of the flowers and green plants all around me and listen to the strange chirping of the birds. Occasionally, if there's enough shade, Mom would spread out some sheets on the grass and let me lie down on my belly. Sometimes Mom and I would lie on our back and look at the blue skies above us. We have this spot near an apple tree for some shade and I can see the apple leaves dancing and swaying when the wind blows. Once in a while there is this huge noisy white thing swooping and flying just above us - Mom says it's a seagull. |
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Meet my playmate,
Robbie Rabbit |
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There's so much activity out in the garden for the last couple of days now. Farmor is tending her plants now and then. And whenever the weather permits, we'd all gather in the garden and have lunch or dinner under the shade of the apple tree. Yes, I get to be there, too. Mom is ok, she can blabber and eat and feed me at the same time. "Multi-tasking" as you'd call it. There are times I'd accompany Mom in the laundry room, or sit on her lap while she's writing a letter or I'd get to watch her cook meals in the kitchen. The food smells delicious, but everytime I'd stick my tongue out begging to taste some of it, I get nothing at all. Mom says it's not yet time - she says my tummy's not yet ready. But I did get to try and taste a bit of mashed potatoes, carrot pur� and for dessert, vanilla ice cream. They were yummy! And yes, I take my AD vitamins regularly. Oh, did you know that I can hold up my own bottle now when having something to drink? I'm good at it, but sometimes I think the bottle's too heavy that I have to support the other end of the bottle with my whole arm. Mom laughs whenever she sees me doing just that - I wonder why? |
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In the afternoons, when Dad is up and about, we'd play our usual "chat-and-chant" competition. I'd say I am better than Dad. I can chatter and chant and "talk" and laugh better than he does. Sometimes Dad would turn very red on his face as he laughs, almost like crying. He's so funny that way that I can't help but laugh and laugh and laugh even more. Do you know how I sound when I laugh? Daddy says I laugh like a donkey. Hmmm ... I have yet to see a donkey and find out for myself.
Mommy says that I'm growing up so fast. Right now, I weigh 6,6 kilos and measures 65 cms. Soon it will be time for my vaccins again. I don't like those awful needles. I wish they are stashed away in lock and key elsewhere. My first encounter with the "horrible needles" (first vaccination) had been a nightmare. |
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My Aunt �sa sent Mommy some nice pictures taken during my baptismal. Mom couldn't help sending one of them to a local baby magazine. Who knows, I'd probably get to be on its next cover! Mom has started to collect my close-up photos. Dad says I'm a real looker and that I'm likely to get chased by the girls, young and old alike. Is that good or bad?
By the way, I have discovered a new and interesting game. Mommy bought a nice hanging walker for me. I tried it on today out in the garden. She hanged it on a branch of the apple tree, strapped me in its seatee with my feet dangling and barely reaching the grass beneath me. I was a little unsure at first, butit felt great when Mommy rocked the walker. I flashed her my big smile and screamed for more. It was fun! I hope to get to play again tomorrow. Mom says I can train my legs to be strong if I try to stand and support myself once in a while. Soon I can try some small steps, too.
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Rock-a-bye baby!
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Watch me, Dad!
I can walk!
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