Those eyes of yours. You have this perpetual intense look. Like you are constantly in deep thought. I think you take after your mummy who thinks way too much. Sometimes mummy puts you down in your cot thinking you have fallen asleep but seconds later your eyes are wide open and you are glaring at me. No half-asleep drowsy-eyed look, just this wide awake stare. I can't help but admire you.
Let's talk about your frown. The folds in your forehead make you look way beyond your 18 days. You do this most of the time in your sleep particularly when you're being moved around or disturbed. I think you get this from your mummy too. You especially dislike motorbikes and there are loads of those speeding by throughout the day and night. Sometimes mummy just gives those riders the evil stare when they go by. Other times mummy just wishes she had a shot gun. Somehow I never noticed how disturbing the traffic can be until 18 days ago. I can't help but want to protect you always.
Let's talk about your frown. The folds in your forehead make you look way beyond your 18 days. You do this most of the time in your sleep particularly when you're being moved around or disturbed. I think you get this from your mummy too. You especially dislike motorbikes and there are loads of those speeding by throughout the day and night. Sometimes mummy just gives those riders the evil stare when they go by. Other times mummy just wishes she had a shot gun. Somehow I never noticed how disturbing the traffic can be until 18 days ago. I can't help but want to protect you always.
Your smile. You even manage to let out a smile (though a lopsided one) while you're latched on my breast. Even in your sleep. You are probably having sweet little baby dreams. Let me see, what would a sweet baby dream be like? Probably you floating about up in the clouds surrounded by nennen bottles hanging from trees with 'rockabye baby' playing softly in the background. Now that's a cool baby dream. I can't help but love you more and more with every smile.
The sounds you make. Oh boy, do you make a lot of noise for such a little human (that's what your grandma calls you). You cry only when you're hungry. You let out gentle grumbles when you're colic-ky or sometimes when you need a diaper change. You love the water and taking baths, so no noise there. You like being 'handled' as in diaper or clothes changing is fun. No complaints as long as someone is touching you. So manja redi! Let's talk about the other noises. 4 words - small person, big fart. Oh and when you poop you're like a machine gun. You can really fill those diapers. Hmm...what next? Nennen time! How could I forget? You gulp down nennen like you've been starving. Mummy has to pull the nipple away so you can catch your breath and so you don't choke yourself. You are quite the greedy one. Must be from your daddy! Hehe. I can't bear the thought of not 'listening' to you everyday.
Today mummy left you alone in the room thinking you would drift off to sleep on your own. Grandma and mummy went downstairs and brought the baby monitor with us. In the middle of lunch, we heard some noises through the receiver but it seemed more like movement than cries. After 3 'noises' mummy couldn't help but check on you. So I ran up and heard you crying your heart out. Your face was red and tears were rolling down your cheeks. Mummy quickly swept you up and brought you close to her chest. You stopped wailing immediately. I kept telling you how sorry she was and sang to you softly. This won't happen again.
mummy
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