Mummy created this blog to share snippets of my growing up. Time whizzes by so quickly and so much is happening every day that these precious memories would soon fade away if they're not put down in words.
Mummy fell sick last night. She insisted that I was the one who passed the flu bug to her. And she kept asking, "Baby, Mummy is sick, you know? Can Mummy take MC or not? If Mummy takes MC, there'll be no one to take care of you, loh." What?! No one to take care of me?!
posted by Bethesda @ 11:52 AM
Mummy created this blog to share snippets of my growing up. Time whizzes by so quickly and so much is happening every day that these precious memories would soon fade away if they're not put down in words.
My current occupation: trying to cover longer and longer distances every day without falling. Yeh Yeh says I walk like a drunkard. My favourite time of the day: Bathtime. I hate drinking ANYTHING from a bottle. I hate having my nails trimmed. Can anyone tell me why Mummy is so obsessed about it? Or why she always takes her own sweet time to do it? Or why she insists on having my hands to herself when I have so much to busy them with? And that white and silvery tool that she uses? It looks so attractive but she wouldn't even let me touch it! But one good thing that comes out of it is that nail trimming time is the only time when I'm officially allowed to watch TV!
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