After every feed, I am usually carried up to be burped – to get rid of wind inside my tummy which I may have taken in during the feed. If this wind is not cleared, it may result in me outputting my inputs.
Anyway, although most of the time I would be able to let out a huge burping sound (to the relief of all), I was just thinking would it be scientifically correct or just as effective if my wind came out from, erm…other parts of my body, perhaps…?
I think I shall call this maneuver the Rolleverart.
It all began when I independently turned myself to face turtle back, of course with some assistance to prop me up sideways already. I also still required assistance to position my hands appropriately.
Few weeks back, I managed to turn over to my favourite turtleback position all by myself. Only one problem. I would still have one hand stuck underneath my body, and thus still required assistance from Papa or Mama to yank it out before I start to tickle myself silly. Hee!
Eventually, I could turn over by myself. Paused to gather some energy and then yanked out my own hand to the desired turtle back position. Now, I can proudly say I can perform this routine in seconds and almost automatically when I am placed flat on my back. This of course becomes an additional challenge to Papa and Mama when they want to change my diapers…but that is another story….hee!
Just recently, I find that I could also roll over another round to be positioned on my back facing up again – making my rolloverart complete! Heyyy….that sounds suspiciously like a dog trick already!….
This is bad. My rashes seems to have come back. And this time more parts of my body seems to have it. Not sure if it is heat related or not. I realize this world is so so so hot compared to the cool dark sanctuary of Mama’s tummy.
Anyway, I went for my fourth moon checkup with my doc last weekend. So Papa and Mama took the opportunity to showcase my rashes to the doc. Doc said the rashes underneath my neck are quite commonly caused by sweat so I guess I’ll be seeing more white powder there. Doc also advised for some baby lotion to applied to my skin. Hopefully, I can rid myself of these rashes soon. They sure don’t look nice on babies. 
Fourth Moon report card:
Length: 64.0 cm (increase of about 3 cm. Hmm..maybe those worm moves does help me grow longer…)
Weight: 6.2 kg (includes one nightful of pee…hee!)
Head: 40.5 cm (still average. Heyyy…why isn’t anyone watching documentaries?!)
Yup, whenever I start turning into a zombie, it’s usually time for me to say goodnight. 
. Papa and Mama both seem very happy whenever I start to turn into a zombie. I wonder why…
I still have not gotten the hang of the pushing or crawling act yet. I mean, when one pushes and crawls, one is supposed to move from point A to point B, right? Sure, there are times that I manage to worm my way to the edge of my crib; and there are times where it looks like I’m practicing my swimming leg kicks.
And there are those funny times where I would kick and kick, push and push, trying to move myself somewhere – but ended up rotating myself like the hands of the wall clock.
Not sure if that is called a breakdancing move…or perhaps just plain silliness. Hee!
And so it would seem that at every moon collection ceremony, I will be at my utmost lunatic behaviour, and make everyone moony and loony as well. It has happened for three moons now and the streak is still alive! Hee!
During my fourth moon collection yesterday, I joyfully celebrated by refusing to go to bed past my regular bed-time. In the process, I made Mama miss some of her goodness producing sessions and made Papa stay up to watch a football match he didn’t intend to watch.
My feeding times also went lunatic with almost hourly feeds, driving Papa and Mama nuts trying to clean up and sterilize for the next feeding round.
Hey, at least it only happens at every moon collection, right? :-p
Just like the early detection systems scientists and engineers are developing (or have already developed) for natural disasters like volcanoes and tsunamis, I have also developed an early detection system to warn people whenever I sense an explosive poop coming.
1. My face will turn grim and look slightly uncomfortable.
2. The ends of my hair will rise slowly, as if I was watching a scary movie
3. I will let out an apparent grunting sound.
If any of the three occurs, especially if in succession, it’s best to take immediate cover. No kidding.
I have just discovered another BIG difference between Sitiawan and KL – in the form of some nasty BIG marks from those flying needles.
These KL cousins sure have bigger appetites. No fair! I’m so small I only carry that much blood and they want mine too. *sniff sniff*
