Hair pulling

I dunno why didi has this habit of pulling my hair... he dun really do that to many people.. but he especially loves pulling and tugging my hair... so much so tat i always see hair on the bed...i really think i am gonna go botak if he continues with his hair pulling antics....

so.. mummy hatched a plan to teach him a lesson on hair pulling... tat is to pay him in his own coin.... i shall pull his hair each time he pull mine... hahaha

so the 1st time i did tat.. i was gentle... no pain inflicted.. he tot it was a game woh... even laff...

i decided i cannot take it anymore.. so i pulled harder the 2nd time.. this time pain was there... he stopped whatever he was doing... tears formed in his eye, he pouted... then " WAHHHHHHH" tears rolled down his cheeks.... Mama was like OOOOPS.... hehehe... then sayang him.... i guess he got the hint.. :)

Swimming

I had thought didi hated swimming alot... but it turn out wrong. I believe i had not engaged him much in the past or to him... mummy is juz milk....

so when ber n i took him to the pool today.. he thoroughly enjoyed himself.... he was kicking to get away from ber... was super funny seeing him kick so hard... a huge contrast from him clinging on to me when i used to bring him down with his jie jie... or perhaps, it is always more fun to play with daddy bah...

anyway this ningnang one came home after his swim, drank milk and dozed off... woke up ard 7ish n went back to bed again at 8.45pm... hehehe... think i will start a daily routine to bring him down daily...

swimming helps babies motor skills n strengthens them.. good exercise for his fat mummy too... hahahaha :)

too bad no pics! argh...

My 1st steps

didi took his 1st steps today...

nothing big.. he is still trying to explore his environment as well as testing his own limits...

as usual with loads of encouragement and clapping and the whole deal, he has gained more confidence and trying out new things everyday...

3 small steps... from coffee table to me at the sofa... heaps of praises.... lots of smile...

My last day as a 8 month old boy

Today is the last day for me as a 8mth old baby.

As usual I am my active self... crawling around... crapping, making mama carrying mi around. Now i call mama as mee mee coz i need to called grandma, Ma. She loves it when i call her MA... coz it makes her day. She really dotes on me too... Thats y i like to pull stunts each time she is around and meee get scolding.. hehehe

I had a fall at 1.42pm. It happened so fast, Meee has no chance of grabbing me... n i landed with a big big bruise which covered half my forehead. And it was  blue. Meee got scared silly and called Papa.... 

Now I am sleeping coz mummy fed me milk liao... hopefully the swelling will go off... else i m going to see Dr later... hope i dun need to go hospital.

Mummy has once again missed an appointment because of me being too active... She is now thinking if she should buy a playpen? or remove her bedframe ? or let me sleep on the floor instead... dilemma dilemma dilemma.... more discussions need with the family n daddy

I m the shuper dhuper ning nang boy....

This is the blog my mummy setup for me....

I am a ning nang boy... which in hainanese means, hyperactive... hehehe.... sometimes i move around so much... she has problems catching up with me... 

The above picture is me with Dao You and Doggy.... 2 of my bestest pals.... Dao You was a pressie which Ber Daddy gave Mummy on their 100th day knowing each other... heheh... now i always ride on it...

okie gotta go... my popo n gong gong are home today.. i gotta go n disturb them... hahaha