“hola, it’s me again!

no, please don’t call me botak jones. or botak jane for that matters.

that’s me at six weeks. i’m taking over this blog for a while coz i’ve recently discovered the joys of gurgling, so just pretend that the funny sounds coming out of me make sense to you, ok?

nothing much to report, except that the other day the Parents brought me to the doctor’s, where i was weighed (4.6kg), measured (55cm), and brutally poked in the thigh with a heyuuuge needle, but that was ok, i just turned red in the face and gave a loud yelp, then i forgot all about it.

what’s the deal with that, anyway, terrorising little babies like me with sharp objects?? i’m glad i never have to go through that again, phew.

… WHAT?? it’ll happen AGAIN?? till i’m HOW old??? holy mustard poo!

ok, ok, deep breaths…

as i was saying, the nice lady doctor said i’m growing ok. she did some funny things to me, sniffed my butt (ok, she didn’t, she just peeked at the BCG lump on my rump), talked about her niece (huh?), and something else about a pneumococcal vaccination.

… wait, does that involve another heyuuuuge needle too? erm.

right, where was i? (please apologise, we babies do have short-term memory. and short-term attention span… oooh look, lights! ahhh…)

ok, ok, focus, auni!

so i’ll be seeing the doctor again in two months time, which daddy’s fond of coz it means child mc for him. and which mummy’s fond of too coz it means she gets to jalan-jalan. (like as if she doesn’t jalan-jalan enough.)

and i shall stop here because i feel the snooze monster sneaking up on me, and my train of thought is in serious threat of constant derailment (darn those lights, they distract me so), and mummy needs the computer for non-blog matters.

like the internet-savvy new generation baby that i am, i shall round off with a resounding: TTYL and TTFN!”

(hmph, they really should change it to GAYL for “Gurgle At You Later”.)

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“… or rather, while *i* was sleeping, a lotta things happened around me i was vaguely aware of.

i think i watched – or rather slept through – yet another movie in the cinema. sheesh. abang aniq said it was about a panda who looked like uncle bob. i bet he was just as funny too.

anyway, the few moments when i’m awake, i’m being subjected to being manhandled by my mimmy and diddy (is that what they call parents these days? i don’t know, that’s what abang aniq calls them, and he’s in my ears ALL the time.)

mimmy, as you can see, is obsessed with tights. even though they’re NOT tight on me. sheesh.

her fashion guru is of course, kakak sharleez, but haiyah mimmy! you’ve got a lot to learn, ok. nevermind, i know i know, nothing much fits me now, and you’ve been dressing abang aniq up in boring boy clothes for two and a half years, so of course, you’ll need a crash course in dressing girls up.

what? pink? bring it on! wuaahaha!

ps: sorry mimmy for pooing – THRICE – after your efforts. *poooot*”

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