Behold! My first ever song composition!
Perhaps it was due to over-dosage of Veggie Tales, or perhaps it was because of my overflowing passion for medicine… but the other day when Papa started taking out some medicine to feed me (yeah, I fell sick two weekends ago), I just blurted out in Veggie Tales sing-song to their theme song…
“Medi-cine, Medi-cine, Medi-cine….Medicine!….brocolli-oops..”
I just love my medicine! It’s GOOD! 
Oh! such colourful and shiny buttons!
They plead and beg desperately…
“Pick me up! Press me! Use me!”
No resistance.
Not a chance.
When it is in my hands, I can feel the power it yields.
Of turning on the TV.
Of changing channels.
Mmmmm. sure feels good.
No resistance. Not a chance.
The triumph of holding it never tasted so sweet.
Especially if it goes into my mouth.
A different sensation.
Definitely not food. Nor snack. Nor edible.
Yet, the taste of something incredible.
The undeniable taste of victory.
Of power.
Of goodness.
Of the remote control.
This is a clip of me about two weeks back in a ‘yet another proud Mama moment’, where I clearly called out for Mama…hehe. Of course, I was hungry at that time too, but since I’m still feeding on Mama’s goodness, there’s no denying it. I’m clearly calling out for Mama! 
Now I can call out other things too, like “Ayah…”, but Papa does not seem amused. 
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Sigh, will need more practice with my talking skills if I’m ever gonna get my hands on that nice pair of shoes I saw the other day…:-D
Watch me solo jam with my ‘guitar’ to The Imagination Mover’s Turn Around! Hee!
Scary moments ahead...
When you have to face the unknown
Of going where you have never gone
Where courage is stocked at a minimum
And uncertainty overflows at a premium
I pray and look to God to provide
Strength, hope and friends by my side
To overcome this scary ordeal
And to quickly recover and heal
This Friday, I’m scheduled to go for a tongue releasing operation in the morning. For a baby, it really is the stuff of horrors. I have completely no idea of the scariness of it – which is pretty, erm, scary! Anyway, I could only read of what happened when Koko Collin went through this similar episode before and I know that many people prayed for him that time and I also believe that God answers prayers!
So, I would appreciate all prayers for this coming Friday as I boldly crawl into the operation theatre…
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 guess I’m at that age where I just love to sing songs! It does not matter if it is in key or in tune – it’s just fun to make melodies of words coming out from my mouth..hee!
Amongst my favourites include classic Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Kookoobara, Do Re Mi, Old McDonald and How Much is that Doggy.
Of course, presentation is important as well…so whenever possible, I will whip out my ‘guitar’ and serenade..
…or I would get hold of my stool ala toy box ala step stand ala music stage…take anything that resembles a microphone and start my self-karaoke session..hehe.
Duet, anyone?
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!
