SPA!!!

At 4 months, Mommy thought that im old enough to be suspended in a tub of warm water by the neck (which appears to be really uncomfortable and insecure.) She made a reservation for me at the new baby spa outlet at Plaza Sing and Daddy blocked all appointments to spend some family bonding time together with us. :)

My dearest Papa

Dearest Mama




and my dearest Smelly, the beanie.




Daddy said that I take after my Mommy's signature "act pitiful" frown when Daddy refuses to drive her to late night Thomson Prata.

Mommy amuses me by dancing and acting clownish with a Piglet balloon in the shop.

... while waiting for the tub to be ready with warm water.

"All said on the balloon, Daddy!!!" smiled Gwenneth

Grandma plays with me!!!

My favourite Ah mah who makes me chuckle real loud with her "do-re-mi" song!

My Grandpapa!!! Do we look alike too???

I was sleeping and my Mommy roused me up for a feed as advised by the spa lady that i need a good feed before the vigorus exercise.

Mommy feeds as Cikcik Yani and Auntie Sugi repeatedly talk to me in high pitched baby voices...

Hence, not enough sleep.

Mommy was worried that i would throw up with a full tummy, so she only fed me half the bottle.

Hence, not enough feed.

So it made me really really angry...

What spa??!!

i tell you... I HATE IT.

I waddled in the water like a helpless duck for 3 minutes and cried like I was about to be slaughtered, roasted and served with crepe and spring onions.

Mom~ Can I watch TV?

I bet one of your favourite pastime is spending time in front of the goggle box.

(well, in my era, they no longer come in a box. Its either Plasma or LCD)


I was deprived of it for the first 3 months of my life.



Mommy forbidded me to watch TV and even made extra effort to turn my bouncer away from the TV.


... and so i only have a view of my Mommy and Daddy, sucking on Ju Feng grapes on the couch and watching the shares dip on TV.



Mommy said that TV is a picture of flickering images that is damaging to my eyes. She felt that it was more strenous than stimulating and even perhaps destructive to my already-squinting eyes.




and Daddy totally agree with her.




NO TV. Period.




Mommy told me that she would subcribe to BABY TV on cable when i turn 3 months but later revised it to 4 months.





and now, Im 4 months old!!!





As promised, Mommy subcribed to BABY TV last week but cancelled it 5 days later.





She said that its unbelievably boring and she would fall asleep within 10mins watching it if she was a baby.



Yawnzzz




and so, Mommy bought BRAINY BABY SERIES, BABY EINSTEINS , DISNEY'S LITTLE EINSTEINS and SESAME STREET VCDs for me.




The VCDs are absolutely amazing!!!




It teaches me a variety of fun things in life in bright vivid colours!



TV Time!!!

Excuse me, its a purple chair..not a potty o-k!!!

Mommy read in books that babies exhibit some degree of separation anxiety around 6 to 8 months of age, Many children go through a second phase of separation anxiety around 18 months of age and that eases as communication skills improve.

Elmo~ you are so handsome...

Engrossed.

and so, the VCDs taught me to play games like "peek-a-boo" which demonstrates that Mommy or Daddy still exist, even though I cannot see what is hiding behind the hanky.





Mommy felt that this sort of learning is good enough for me and ABCs can wait.



However, Mommy limits this to 15 minutes a day and will only increase it bit by bit as I grow older...


Mommy :" Gwen... Enough already... 15 minutes is up... time for nap nap."





"HUH!!! So fast!!!???"

Hair Loss.

You have heard of Mediterranean hair loss, receding hair line, and oily scalp hair loss.



Introducing, the EQUATOR HAIR LOSS™.

On a different note, do i start to look like Mommy???

Mommy said that she has applied for copyrights for the above new name.



Everyone assured Mommy that it is a normal process for all babies.



Mommy believes that it is the result of me turning my head left and right repeatedly, and rubbing off my precious hair on my Babysafe pillow!



My great-grandma told my Por Por that if Daddy's sister, ( GuGu ) buys a pair of shoes for me, the hair loss problem will be gone magically!



But Daddy only has one brother and thats my Godpapa.



So Daddy had to ask his God sister, Jie Jie Olivia, if she could buy me shoes.



Jie Jie Olivia said "okay!" readily!



Here it is!!!

Nice or not!!!



It is in pink with drawings of little flowers... very light and soft... just perfect for babies like me!!!

Its for 9 months but i think i can wear them very soon!

Mommy!!! Do you think the lacy white socks we have matches the shoe??? or is it time to get new socks to go with it???


I SO SO SO love it!



and now, i shall keep my fingers crossed and see if my hair grows...




Thank you heaps Jie Jie Olivia :)

With love,

your little cupcake, Gwen Gwen .

Im a TOYS R US kid!

♫ I don't wanna grow up,

I'm a TOYS R' US kid.

There's a million toys at TOYS R US that I can play with!

♬♪ From bikes to trains and video games,

its the biggest toy store there is!



GEEee WIZzzz!



♫ I don't wanna grow up, coz maybe if I did....

I wouldn't be a TOYS R US kid!

♫ More games, more toys, more fun!!!

♬♩I wouldn't be a TOYS R US kid.♪♪....




Mommy brought me and CikCik Yani out to Novena for a TOYS R US sale :)

I suck my thumb as i wait for my milk...

Mommy sees nothing wrong with sucking my thumb for comfort and find it weird that people pull their babies' thumb abruptly out of their babies mouth the moment they do that.



Daddy and Mommy thought that it was clever of me to know how to comfort myself when im feeling a little hungry and is waiting for my milk.




Mommy ensures that it will not turn into a habit and always make a point to find out why Im doing that... it is usually hunger for my case. I like to drift off to sleep with a pacifier in my mouth and my beansprout beanie snuggled next to my face. If my pacifier drops off, i would just suck on my little thumb for comfort till Mommy or Daddy realises it and put the pacifier back into my pouting lips. When i eventually fall asleep, i would open my mouth semi conciously, and let my tu tu drop off and not need it anymore.




My favourite sleeping position for now!!!


Okay, back to my shopping spree...


We were told to valet our mini vehicle, and Mommy had to put me on my baby carrier.

Mommy always think that it is weird to have your legs suspended in the air when I sit on the baby carrier. So she holds my little feet with her hands.

Then how to grab toys??

Mommy uses her mouth.

"Yani, can you take that yellow and blue toy for me??"

"the purple colour one nice or not?? got spoil or dirty or not??"

"Yani, Yani, i want this for Gwen Gwen... for how many months babies ah?"

Please pardon Mommy's Indonesian English.

Cikcik Yani is super excited when it comes to buying cheap stuff. Mommy also offered to buy a toy for Cikcik Yani's 3 year old brother in Indonesia.

The toys were'nt really dirt cheap. They were generally about 30% cheaper because of tattered and torn packaging, or worse, having some parts fallen off! Some toys were really dirty... like a baby had chewed on it for 20 years.

"Still sell!" Mommy complained.

Soon, i fell asleep.

And Mommy is gonna pay for ALL these...


After some testing out soem faulty toys, Mommy bought 4 Leapfrog cartridges, a octopus toy with many texture and patterned fabric for me to explore and a few other miscellanous stuff.

GASPS!!!

ALL MINE???

Oh Mom.... I will NEVER send you to an old folks home.

NEW TOY NEW TOY!!!

Hungry baby gets cranky and had a full feed...

And whizzed off to dreamland!!

Mommy then went to the TOYS R US store upstairs for some quality toys...thou at shelf price.

As usual, Mommy wouldnt let me off without putting weird head gears on my head. But i still look cute anyway.

Happy Halloween!

Mom~ ~ Take that off!... Its not nice.

I give up.

Please dun bring the wrong pram back... I promise to be good...

Mommy bought this for me!!! Its a little battery operated train that moves forward and back at a flick of a switch and I can dump plastic balls into the funnel and it drops out from the rear!!!

So cool!!!

(sorry, but at my age, i get amazed by silly things... sometimes, its your face.<>

Im a happy and lucky baby!

PS: all purchases were swiped on Daddy's plastic card.

Daddy said "Its okay...you can buy anything you want :) "

Daddy, i will NEVER send you to an old folks home too.

The "cutest baby ever" is constipated. ermm...ermmm!!!!

WARNING : READ THE FOLLOWING POST AT YOUR SOLE DISCRETION IF YOU HAD PRATA KOSONG DRENCHED WITH FISH CURRY FOR LUNCH.





I never ermm ermmm for 3 days.



My anxious Daddy and paranoid Mommy called the doctor when i never ermm ermmm for 2 days.



It is NOT NORMAL for babies who are on a total breastmilk diet to be constipated.



The more Mommy googled on my "un-poooable" condition, the more often she peeped into my Huggies.



The nurse advised that if I still never poo for the next few days, i have to be brought down to the clinic.





NEXT FEW DAYS????!!!!





Mommy and Daddy sent me to Gleneagles the very next morning lor!!!!


And so, i thank the piece of poo that was stuck in my pi pi like a cork to a bubbly champagne...



ooooh...cheers.






I GET TO GO OUT!!! Yayyy :)

I watched the world go by, with a lot of poo in my tummy...

Daddy with me at Dr Chan's clinic in Gleneagles..

My eyes look bigger when Im upright.

( or they looked smaller when i lie down??? whatever! )

Daddy wanted me to try another doctor's services in any case that we need to seek 2nd opinion in future.


(not for my constipated case lah!)



Thats because Dr Chan is very experienced with detecting heart murmurs. So Daddy wanted me to be checked.




"Hello Dr Chan, My name is Gwenneth. Can I be your friend?"


"Ohhh... sure sweetheart..." smiled Dr Chan.


"Okay, so please be gentle." Gwenneth whinned with a fart,








Mommy's note : She never fart lah!




I weighed 7.5kg.







Wah!!!...You are very good with your Maths... and yes, my poo poo weighs 500 grams.



Dr Chan made gentle taps on my tummy and did a overall check on my squinting eyes, heartbeat and my general well-being.







Mommy asked the big "WHY" to my constipation despite a diet of my Mommy's very organic milk milk and Dr Chan said that it is uncommon, but there are still cases like that. It just happens.



She advised against giving me more water as this will put me off my intake of milk with a contented tummy... so, she told Mommy to feed me with MORE milk as Im still young and is not ready for fibre-rich fruits and vegetables just yet.



Treatment : Dr Chan flushed saline/water into my little pi pi and within a minute or so, my romper was stained with overflowing poo!



3 days worth!!!








I gave out a loud cry of discomfort and my parent heave a big sigh of relief.


and there, my Daddy was $96 poorer.

EXPENSIVE SHIT HUH!

Gwenneth's Papa is a great Daddy

I have a wonderful Daddy... and Mommy said that she has a wonderful hubby :)


My Daddy Tan is one of those who voluntarily offers to take over when he notices that Mommy is a little overwhelmed.



Not just play, mind you...



Its changing diapers, feeding, coaxing to sleep and even bathing!



As Ive learnt to sleep throughout the night from my last feed at 10.30pm, Mommy and Daddy would spend some quality time cuddling togther to watch TV and Mommy would turn in about 1 o'clock.



In the middle of the night, Mommy has to wake up to express my milk milk for the 8 hours stretch that Im asleep.



This leaves her having interrrupted sleep.



Say, she wakes up at 4am, goes back to sleep at about 4 odd 5, i would wake up at 6 for a feed...



and when Mommy finally dozes off, its my bathing time again at 8.30am sharp!


"Eh! Eh! Eh!" (Gwenneth's signature complains)


When Daddy hears my whimpering and Mommy looking totally drained, he would wake up, brushes his teeth and brings me down for my favourite highlight in the morning ;



BATHING!!!



Daddy would also take over the duty to feed and rock me to sleep for my late morning nap, before reading the papers, breakfast, get bathed, changed and ready for work.



Daddy can take care of me all on his own, when Mommy goes for her medical appointments and a 3 hours shopping spree thereafter!







Yesterday, Daddy left Mommy feeling very puzzled.


Daddy and I were playing on the bed when Mommy overheard this...


Daddy : " Come Gwenneth! Let's play boxing game."


Daddy : "Come box Daddy, box Daddy!!!"


Gwenneth : ... ...


Daddy : " Bii-sshh Bii-sshh!!! one... two... box! Bii-sshh Bii-sshh!!"



Daddy grabbed Gwenneth's little fist and put it to his cheeks.



Daddy : " Errraahh!!! Bii-sshhh Bii-sshhh!!! Errraahh!!!"



Gwenneth : ... ...







Daddy also plays weird games with me that is definately not my kind, for my age.



Daddy : "Gwen Gwen let's do maths!"



Daddy : " a + a = 2a "


Daddy : " a + b = ( a+b )


Daddy : " a x b = ab "


Mommy : *rolls eyes*

"errr...what were you talking about???"