it ain’t no dior or, err, jimmy choos… ;)

i’m glad i have my abang aniq (who, by the way, always has a funky smell about him, for some reason) because he keeps me entertained a lot. all he has to do is do a little jig, or kick around a ball, or make a shrill shriek, or laugh like a crazed toddler hyena, and that’d get me all excited like a kitten with a ball of yarn.

i’m also glad to have my abang aniq, coz he helps to convey to mummy that i want her. (you’d think me screaming my head off would communicate that to her well enough, but noooo.)

it’s nice to have a big smelly brother because he doesn’t let mummy scold me, and he makes it his business to be the one requiring most of the scolding. that takes a lot of attention off me, you see, so i get away with my own naughtiness. like, sliding myself out of the rocking chair when no one’s looking (maybe i have a wriggly-worm DNA in me), or insisting on being picked up when everyone is busy (i simply cannot fathom what could possibly be more urgent than picking me up), or wrestling with anyone who tries to put clothes on me after a bath (if only we babies can live in a nudist colony, *grumble*).

anyway, i realise that i haven’t had much limelight here since i’ve arrived, have i? i suppose that’s quite normal, what with being the second child (*roll eyes*) and all. furthermore, abang aniq and i have been keeping mummy quite busy all day, EVERY day, with our constant rigorous demands, so she hardly has time or energy to turn on the computer (“or daddy”, she says, whatever that means), to blog about EVERY single thing i do, like she did when abang aniq was a baby.

so, here’s a brief update of my four-months-three-weeks-but-who’s-counting dossier.

name: auni haniz

dob: 23 apr 08

weight: between 6.4kg – 10kg, who knows for sure at this point (though mum shoves me at dad every possible chance she gets, citing her poor aching arms – i reckon i’m heavy-boned).

likes: drooling, baths, people with high-pitched voices, going for walks (see interesting fact below), newspapers (they make me go craaayyzeee, i tell ya!), balls (i get a great view of this sport in mummy’s arms whenever she and abang aniq kick a ball around the house – related to the above re: aching arms), mummy’s boobies, peekaboos, watching big kids run around, growling, laughing without sound (now, this one kills mum – she wishes my laughs were as loud as my wailings, ho ho).

hates: flipping onto tummy, putting on clothes, being left alone for more than five minutes when awake. oh, and the computer room (it’s soooo boring, i’m surprised i’m in here long enough to blog).

not too crazy about but can tolerate just barely: bottles, baldness, are-you-boy-or-girl questions (wait, these are mum’s pet peeves, actually…)

interesting fact: bears a mole on second toe of left foot. elders suspect this to mean that i will enjoy travelling. well, doncha know it! though mum would very much have preferred it on my upper lip. a mole, that is, not a toe.

skills/abilities: flipping onto tummy, straightening legs to standing position when arms are pulled, tearing shredding newspapers to bits with bare hands AND legs, getting wisps of hair on back of head to tangle into tiny little knots after waking up every morning, pummelling and kicking older brother AND not get pummelled and kicked back by him (hah! sucker).

and as my young attention span dictates, that’s all i can handle for now. gonna let out my super-annoying whine now – i *am* in this awful computer room, after all.

TTFN, xoxo!

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