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I broke my own AVENT bottle for the very first time... Mom has to throw it away since it is hazardous for me to utilise chipped or broken bottles.... whatever comes on my hand, I will throw if I do not need or want anymore.. Or probably I should say "when Im sick & tired of it"... bwahhahahaa

Mom forgotten all about this video when am at Por-por's place. This is one of the moment Mom has captured. Initially, I did not dare to be left alone on the floor outside.. But since Mom started to train me, I had grown to be more courageous... From the way I walk, Mom feels that Im as though running, an impatient person... Whom did I actually take after? Mom & Dad aren't that impatient though.. Maybe Yee-Yee (mom's sister) probably huh...

Am curious about everything (of myself)... I started to explore my own hair - hair on my head, hair on my Mom's hands... I started to look at my own fingers, my legs, my feet.. Someone even caught me sucking my own feet once~ Oh gosh. Uh-uh.. Old folks tend to say, baby sucking feet would mean Mommy gonna have #2 soon... Anyway, just a myth. Now, saliva has also became my friend too. I will blow bubble and make my whole mouth wet and drooling... I find it fun though, seeing bubbles popping out from my mouth. At this stage, exploration is the main idea.

This is a cheery side of me... Playful, cheeky, teaser and of course a rascal. Im in Daddy's car and I wondered when can I finally have a seat of my own in the car. Well over here in Singapore, it is compulsory for babies to be in their Child Car Seat at all times as long as they are in the car. Well, this is one of the expenses which all parents must pay... A good one will cost and last... this will be my upgraded booster in errrmmm, 2 yrs time.

Pre-celebration of Por-por's birthday since the actual day falls on a Monday. We proceed to her house first and then head to have some Shanghainese Food for lunch... I did not enjoy much on the food but instead I favoured por-por's company. From the way she treats me, I know she loves me very much. But perhaps its the distance between our 2 homes, such a regret she is not able to look after me... Well, life is never a bed of roses. There are other nice factors to look at when things are not meant to be so. During our meal, I wanted a pencil from Mom... I started to scribble so-to-speak. But of course, since Im still young with not much of the required strength, nothing appear on the piece of paper.. I tend to use my left hand and thereafter my right to hold a pen... sometimes can be vice versa... probably I can be like Mom, capability of both hands.

This is exactly what is happening every night during bedtime. I will have a few "rounds" with Mom - to scream, bawl, throw temper - just because I want to be carried (to pat on my back, caress my head) by Mom before put down onto my bed. She did tried to go against me, and the result will be ~ see picture above for more information... Once my "requirement" is fulfilled, I will be pacified, back to my bed.. I will toss and turn, make myself comfortable.. and finally to my dreamland.

Mom was fascinated to see myself sleeping on the highchair after she had a walk with Dad after dinner. Talking about this, Dad has this habit of talking a walk after each dinner with Mom. Not sure if this is the other "romantic" side of him (uhmm, he's not romantic at all eh) or for easy digestion or perhaps a good exercise by walking (??)... But its still nice to see the both of them walk back together to the house door every night... how sweet...