ola!

just wanted to drop by again to give you a visual as to how strong i’ve become at four-months-three-weeks old, which i don’t think was conveyed enough in my last entry.

this is me carrying my rocker-chair-thingy.

kidding!

actually, this is how mummy and daddy usually find me after leaving me in that silly rocker-chair-thingy for barely five minutes. see, they were lulled into thinking that i’m this docile little doll who would fall asleep instantly upon being placed in that contraption. they were so cocky about my docility that they never bothered to strap me in it. well of course, i wasn’t having any of that! that whole docile scene is going to be a thing of the past, i tell you! and if there’s anything i learnt from watching tv, is that if michael scofield (who sports the same hairstyle as mine, by the way) can keep escaping from a state penitentiary, well, this rocker-chair-thingy is, literally, child’s play.

so there. one of my many great daily adventures indoors. and all that while doing a major poo-poo in my diapee (a whole adventure by itself, or rather for the victim who falls prey to the diaper-changing task, heh heh).

now, to figure out an effective mode of traction to get myself from this point to that playgym-mat-thingy on the other end of the room…

i ain’t no snail!

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