To most people, it looks like a chair. But to me, it is very much like a multi-purpose walker. Hee! Of course, after I learn to sit properly on it, then it will be a 2-in-1 walker/chair..hehe…

One of my recent favourite house exercises…

I wonder if I flap my arms this way

Would I be able to fly away?

Up above into the sky

Like a little pretty butterfly…

As I mentioned in an earlier blog, one of my favourite features of bath times is when I get to use the toothbrush…only not for brushing my teeth…

It feels so much more fun when I use it to pretend cooking ‘chicken’ in the bathroom, or when I’m biting it! Hee! Anything but using it to brush my teeth! I really dislike the feeling of the stick of brush poking and scrubbing the insides of my teeth. Quite ticklish too, I guess. :-p

Anyway, Papa has been trying all sorts of methods of getting me to brush my teeth. Some of his ‘brushing teeth’ customised songs that he sings to me to spur me to brush my teeth include..

(tune of O Clementine)

You MUST brush your teeth tonight

Brush it left and brush it right

Brush it up and brush it down

Spit the water on the ground!

and to the tune of Row Row Row your Boat:

Brush, brush, brush your teeth…brush it left and right

Gargle, gargle, gargle, gargle…spit it out of sight

Brush, brush, brush your teeth…brush it up and down

Gargle, gargle, gargle, gargle…spit it on the ground!

Sigh…makes me wonder why we should brush our teeth. Anyone out there have tips to make brushing teeth more exciting?

I must admit I am sometimes quite envious of Koko Collin who can now spew out some songs (although most of the time in the wrong key..) from his mouth.

While I still struggle to form audible words, I believe I am pretty close to mimicking Lady Gaga….partly because most of her songs consist of lyrics I am surprisingly quite familiar with.

For example, don’t you think her Bad Romance’s “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, roma roma-ma, gaga, ooh la la..” has the same lingo as my “ang goo goo gaga boo boo…” Hee!

Propped up on Papa’s lap. Just the way I like it. Facing front. Facing the TV. Papa’s bulging tummy is a bonus too. Ahhhh. Not sure what or why Papa and Mama is watching this. Too much dialogue. No animation. No life. No jokes.

I could hear Mama was on my left. But there was more sound than just Mama. What was it? It sounded familiar, yet not recognisable. It couldn’t have been my big brother Collin. I could hear smell him a mile away. And those loud repeated thuds of two feet behind the sofa tells me he’s back at it again. jumping around like some madman.

So I turned to the left…and I saw it. Mama’s goodness. My source of food. Of joy. Of life. But it’s flowing into a bottle or equipment of some sort…why? Questions, questions, questions. So I reflected. It’s actually been quite some time since I was given the pleasure of the original stuff. Have I been a bad girl? Maybe. Hmmmm. Then it dawned on me. Could it be?…No…

Am I only going to get the fake bottle from now on? Sigh. Maybe it’s because my insistence on the real thing has been giving Auntie D a lot of problems. Probably even confusion. Looks like I’ve gotta learn to adapt and live with it.

It’s a sad goodbye, but I should have realised not everything will last forever…all good things will come to an end. Life goes on. Sigh…

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