Oh boy! This website is turning into a baby’s blog but I really cant help it. Deep down inside I am so tergedik-gedik to write about what happened in the office and to bitch about some bitchy people. Sometimes I feel like posting pictures of handbags that I just bought; you know, those kinda entries that bring out the BIMBO in you?!

But when I sit down and type, it would be about Miki, again and again.

Today Miki was a bit moody until on the way back from dinner, in the car when Azman shook his chubby arm and shrieked “CRANKY BABY!” And all of a sudden Miki burst into laughter. He laughed so hard and long as though it was the funniest thing on earth. So there we went CRANKY BABY! CRANKY BABY! until Miki couldnt laugh anymore. I bet ‘cranky baby’ means ‘lets sleep through the night tonight!’ in baby’s language. Yeah right, like thats gonna happen! ha! ha!

I wish I could have taken the video of Miki laughing his head off to his daddy’s CRANKY BABY! but i couldn’t. It would make Miki’s laughters in this video seem like a mere giggle. This video here was taken about three weeks ago… Azman was seriously thinking of joining the next Raja Lawak.

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My little cekodok Miki has always been a good baby. A couple of weeks ago he has picked up yelling after discovering that yelling can make people stare at Mummy and Daddy and so Mummy and Daddy will give him whatever he wants right there and then. Like a toy or even The Boob.

Prior to the discovery Miki has never been a wailing baby. Pretty good kid we got there. He sleeps at night and only gets up for feeding; never crying. Only sometimes he gets up at night and refuse to get back to sleep because he wants to play… This is fine with me, as long as there is no crying involved.
But there were a few times in his whole life of four months that really stressed us out.

First one happened for six night in a row when he would get up at around midnight and wouldn’t go back to slumberland till 7am. He didn’t cry much but wants to play and to be hold most of the time. Don’t get me wrong, I do love holding my baby but from 1 to 7? In the morning? For a whole week???

Come on Miki Colicky!!! You made me so stressed out I had been punching my own tummy to keep myself awake. I bet even all the worms in my guts got upset. I can’t keep on losing kilos ok? How if I keep on looking better and better in my skinny pants? Siapa yang susah? Bapak ko jugak yang susah? Ahaks!
Luckily Miki Colicky series happened for a week only.

Then comes the Twilight Zone series. Actually it happened when Miki was about 2 months plus old. He would go to sleep at around 9pm and woke up at around midnight; just when we were about to snooze. And he would be in distress, crying and unhappy. When we cajoled him to sleep, he would doze off for a few minutes only before jolted up from sleep, and cry. It seems like he couldn’t sleep even when he wanted too. We tried everything, from changing his diapers, to burping to rocking him in our arms for hours and nothing worked. We sing lullabies and recite Quranic verses to him but nothing can make him feel at ease.

But the moment the clock strikes FOUR IN THE MORNING, Miki would almost automatically go to sleep peacefully. The same pattern happened once, then twice then two nights in a row. Right on the dot. 4am. And he will be peaceful again. Freaky!

As much as it was troubling me for losing my beauty sleep; I was worrying if Miki was sickly. Furthermore, I hate it when a crisis happens and I can’t identify the reason.

So we cracked out brains, thinking and searching for something similar that happens during those days. Did he sleep too much during the day? Did he drank stale milk? What was the reason for such behaviour?

And then we realized something. During the nights that Miki was much disturbed, we went to Giant Bandar Kinrara for dinner. And of course we brought our son along. Okay, go ahead and call me superstitious and skinny but we believe that in this world there are creatures beyond what our eyes can see. And WHAT EVER THAT FOLLOWED US BACK from that building had surely made a hell of our lives by disturbing Miki.

We never went there for dinner again. And our son Miki is as happy as can be.

Tenenenengg teneneneng…

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Writing this post got me thinking. I wonder when was the first time I jump into a swimming pool. In fact Azman can’t remember his first time swimming too. But one thing for sure we were both certainly not 4 months old and more like 14 years old.

Miki went for a dip in the pool last Saturday. He even got his own big fat floatie and was wearing a swimwear diaper. When I was a baby, I wore cloth diaper twenty four seven. I am still blaming that for the fact that I was the naughtiest kid at kindy. You know, cloth diaper – The Roots of All Evil.

The water was rather chilly for 5pm in an equatorial country and a part of me was worrying if Miki would catch a cold. But I guess Miki is much stronger than we thought he is, he didn’t even sneeze!

Can’t tell if he was enjoying himself though; it was after all his nap time and boy! didn’t that little kid could feel sleepy while floating in the water?! Hehe. But the cutest thing was Miki holding on to his Daddy’s face most of the time.

Its okay baby, Mommy and Daddy will swim an ocean of poopoo fire if it is just for you… Muah!

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