the aniq monologues
early one morning…
(*warning: scary sound effects ahead.)
i think he’s experimenting with his vocal chords, or he’s probably observed one too many noisy vehicles outdoors.
feel free to translate!
cribs
it ain’t no celebrity crib like on mtv, but it’s a cool hangout, no less. check it out, yo!
but i can’t seem to get ‘em nasty paparazzis outta mah face! wassup wit dat, dawg? er, fo shizzle ma nizzle!
now excuse me while i have my booty nap…
cot in the act
it’s time to bring the cot level down one notch…
ouhh, what’s this?
yum, a night-time snack!
bleugh, what else do we have in here…
seven months and pulling himself up to stand. very impatient little fella we have here. :O
just like that
from prone to sitting position, all in one fell swoop.
like as if you’ve done it for the millionth time, no problem.
blasé, eh? eksyen.
cuddlywrap
i’m a really big fan of babywearing, if you’ve noticed by now.
i love the ease and convenience of carrying the baby around, hands-free, compared to the hassle of manouevering bulky strollers. and importantly, the way the baby is so much more easily contented when he’s close to me, no fuss, no cries, it’s like… magic. and i can always sense when he’s about to ask for milk.
at this point, i’ve only had the opportunity of trying out ring slings and stretch wraps, but there are SO many kinds out there not sold in s’pore, unfortunately. thank gawd for the advent of internet shopping, eh? ;)
so i was quite happy to be of service to nad who’d just acquired a cuddlywrap and wanted a demo on her little huda. it works on the same basis as the hugabub, but the material’s softer and costs slightly lesser.
what can i say, i love it too!
voila!
huda prefers her mummy’s booby scent better, but of course.
needless to say, i’m definitely going to continue babywearing (and experimenting with all the different kinds out there) with my future kids!
big tub
we brought him to the Big Tub for the first time, quite certain that he’d like it coz he’s such a waterbaby, loves having his baths and splashing around and all.
check out my six pecs!
someone had kindly passed down a little swimming trunk to fit his tushie in, and his daddy was tasked to bring him into the pool. he was quiet and observant and probably wondered why everyone else got into the tub with him.
is this my new ride?
but soon after, he realised that what he wanted was his mummy and her warm boobies in the cold, cold water, lol! so i took over, naturally.
ouhh, this tub is DEEP, like the great ocean!
i realise that the first time you bring a baby into the pool, you gotta hold him close to you until he’s confident enough to let go by himself. and laugh. :D
uh-uh, i’m still holding on to the boobies, thank you.
it didn’t take long before he was happily kicking his legs and squeezing the squeaky floats.
mmm, those look like boobies. gimme gimme!
he even tried to get out of the float, in his effervescent excitement.
i’ll just nibble my way out, like the beavers do with dams.
his uncles even rallied around for moral support, heh.
i’m easily the hunkiest of ‘em all, muaahaha!
yup, the little ducky proved he’s worthy of his waterbaby status after all.
quack.
upright
his seating position is stable now, so there’s lots more he can do and see from his new vantage point.
mmmppfff.
growing so fast, eh? and yet we still insist on stuffing him in a teeny weeny baby sleepsuit, lol!
ground zero
as you can see, our magazine collection has shifted from music glossies (goodbye Q and Spin!) to parenting ones (hello Mother & Baby and Young Parents!).
well, at least the Husband still has his footie and techie mags, not much change there. (still a big waste of money, i say!)
and yes, he’s discovered the joy of pulling things down to the floor and swimming in the rubble of destruction. everyday is Ground Zero. time to put EVERYTHING out of his reach! :S
breastography
leading up to the World Breastfeeding Week and BreastFest, O had roped in a few of us for a photo exhibition featuring moms, what else, breastfeeding. :)
nursing tops by Mothers En Vogue, makeup by Norehan Fong, photography by The Pond.
models playing…
and resting before shoot.
primping and propping.
giggling and guzzling.
we were given a choice whether to show our faces, our boobs, etc. i’m not bothered about our faces, but well, you gotta admit, i ain’t got much boob to show in the first place, lol!
i do think, however, that one or two more daring ones went ‘freestyle’, so that should be interesting. ;)
wrestlemania
what did i tell you about these two wrestling rugrats?
mum’s job scope now includes keeping these two apart and preventing them from killing each other, lol!
