Monday, March 17, 2008
Izz at 1 yr 2 months
Question, how old must you be before the tag 'baby' gets inappropriate?
A 1 yr 2 months old boy should still fit the category yes? So anyway, baby Izz has grown.
He has about 3 english words and 4 malay words deposited in his word bank.
He crawls like a champion but has yet grasp the art of walking without holding any pair of hands.
Last time i checked, he has 8 teeth on him. I normally like it when babies bite on my fingers but i haven't got the chance to try that on Izz. He don't seem to like fingers very much.
He's on a high-carbo diet. With all those rice, bread and biscuit.
And he likes to play with soccer balls. Especially with my mini Chelsea ball. It's a sign, people. He'll grow up a Chelsea fan. yay.
Ah, there he is. With smiles and teeth. And such unglam hair-do. It's so much funner to style up girls' hair.
You can barely comb a baby boy's hair.
But with a baby girl, you can tie their hair up high. You can tie their hair down low. You can tie it on both sides. You can braid their hair pretty. You can clip their hair up. You can secure their hair with a hairband of different colours and such. And you can use those really gorgeous stretchy and ribboned hairband. Ah, so pretty.
And Izz loves to stare at nothing, just like his Aunt SFQ. I could just leave him on the bench, let him stare at the roadside and trees by himself, and just go back home. He wouldn't even realised I left. And have you any freaking idea how tough it is to make him tear his eyes off from whatever he's staring at and drag him home? He may weigh less than 10 kg, but his feet surely has a high attraction to the ground. Still, he's adorable. And so easily entertained. I try to bring him down to the park after work whenever i can. But when time doesn't allow me to do so, even a trip down the lift, around the lift, and back up the lift, is enough to make him break into a wide toothy smile.
Yes, babies do emo too, see.
Yay to all the little kids who have given us joy and sunshine. Who have taught us the litle things in life. Who have made us appreciate those little things. Who have allowed us to be in their circle. Who have helped us to see better, hear better and feel better.
A 1 yr 2 months old boy should still fit the category yes? So anyway, baby Izz has grown.
He has about 3 english words and 4 malay words deposited in his word bank.
He crawls like a champion but has yet grasp the art of walking without holding any pair of hands.
Last time i checked, he has 8 teeth on him. I normally like it when babies bite on my fingers but i haven't got the chance to try that on Izz. He don't seem to like fingers very much.
He's on a high-carbo diet. With all those rice, bread and biscuit.
And he likes to play with soccer balls. Especially with my mini Chelsea ball. It's a sign, people. He'll grow up a Chelsea fan. yay.
Ah, there he is. With smiles and teeth. And such unglam hair-do. It's so much funner to style up girls' hair.
You can barely comb a baby boy's hair.
But with a baby girl, you can tie their hair up high. You can tie their hair down low. You can tie it on both sides. You can braid their hair pretty. You can clip their hair up. You can secure their hair with a hairband of different colours and such. And you can use those really gorgeous stretchy and ribboned hairband. Ah, so pretty.
And Izz loves to stare at nothing, just like his Aunt SFQ. I could just leave him on the bench, let him stare at the roadside and trees by himself, and just go back home. He wouldn't even realised I left. And have you any freaking idea how tough it is to make him tear his eyes off from whatever he's staring at and drag him home? He may weigh less than 10 kg, but his feet surely has a high attraction to the ground. Still, he's adorable. And so easily entertained. I try to bring him down to the park after work whenever i can. But when time doesn't allow me to do so, even a trip down the lift, around the lift, and back up the lift, is enough to make him break into a wide toothy smile.
Yes, babies do emo too, see.
Yay to all the little kids who have given us joy and sunshine. Who have taught us the litle things in life. Who have made us appreciate those little things. Who have allowed us to be in their circle. Who have helped us to see better, hear better and feel better.
Little kids, the most honest human being there is. Because they don't mostly think. They feel.