hold me tight, never let me go...

kyria learnt to hold on to her favourite toy today, rattle turtle... she attempted to swallow him a couple of times, in the end, she settled for a lick instead... hmmm... maybe she likes turtle soup? =p here's a clip of her playing with her rattle turtle...

*** I CAN'T POST MY VIDEO ON MY BLOODY BLOG ***

so, view video clip here -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aglL7Xir3jA

mommy's little girl... pweety pweety girl...

kyria has her slurpy way of putting back her pacficier into her mouth if it attempts to slip out =) follows these steps...

^ pix1: oopsy... it's slipping down... now take one deep breathe in...

^ pix2: uh uh uh... standby the hand in case step 1 fails... hold it, hold it...

^ pix3: VOILA!!! a pacified baby is a schmucky baby

ha... the pixs were taken after her feed, and she was kinda fussing a bit, so had to put her 'too too' in her mouth...

and this... this is one candid shot of my happy little girl... pweety pweety girl...

hush little baby...

ky's colic hasn't taken a break... last saturday was one of the worst i have handled... i don't know why this happens in her, but it just does... at the same time, almost everyday for the past month... i hope she'd get over this condition quick...

i'm worried how things would be when i go back to work... will she miss me? will she recognise me when i get back? will she be happy to see me or angry that i left? i hope to be there when she reaches her little milestones... every little time i spend with her are so precious to me... the rewards that i get, are those that money can't buy and LV and Gucci can't satisfy... =p

dilemma dilemma... what old friends, we are...

sigh... i'm going back to work soon... i dread the doomy feeling... there's nothing i am looking forward to that'd make me jump for joy at that place (except the pay though)... but then again, after grazing this pasture, this shade of green isn't that attractive afterall...

this couple months at home made me realise how much sacrifices a mother has to and would make... more than willingly... it's an unexplainable feeling, that even the smallest of gesture, makes a whole lot difference... for one thing, you somehow become more or less selfish... more selfish towards others because your child comes first in everything... less selfish towards your child for the same reason too...

i hope kyria won't forget me next time when i'm less around her... =( we had a few great time together this few months, a bit of hicupps and bumpy rides here and there, but somehow, we survived it together...

mommy loves kyria...

^ vid1: pooooooooooop... and she's done...

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yes... a 'finally-pooped-baby' is a damn happy baby... and a sleepy one thereafter... =p

^ vid1: pooping caught on v'cam

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this is a clip on how ky sounds when she's pooping... and yes... she makes the same noise at night when she's sleeping... even if she's not pooping... =)

^ vid1: a new side of ky... her stubborness...

p/s to viewers: note mommy's parroting chant at the background... *sigh*

^ vid1: another little kyria clip

^ vid1: a little kyria clip

do you see what i see...

"do you see what i see............" yup... i was holding her milk bottle and she was having this look =) but shortly after that, she cried... coz she wanted her feed and mommy wanted to take more pix *hiak hiak*

anyway... my milk supply's going down like the stock market... in no time, i think i can put my breasts to rest... danggit... my clothes aren't fitting me anymore at bust area... other parts are okay, but i can't squeeze my tops and dresses past the 2 mountains... sigh... i need more clothes...

will be going back to hell in a month's time... situation's been going from bad to worse to worster than i thought... i hate the place... bloody Shit Pot...

thirty things that change when you have a baby...

this article is taken from babycenter.com and how true it is... although some i beg to differ =) you'll know which are the ones *wink wink*

1. You finally stop to smell the roses, because your baby is in your arms.
2. Where you once believed you were fearless, you now find yourself afraid.
3. The sacrifices you thought you made to have a child no longer seem like sacrifices.
4. You respect your body ... finally.
5. You respect your parents and love them in a new way.
6. You find that your baby's pain feels much worse than your own.
7. You believe once again in the things you believed in as a child.
8. You lose touch with the people in your life whom you should have banished years ago.
9. Your heart breaks much more easily.
10. You think of someone else 234,836,178,976 times a day.
11. Every day is a surprise.
12. Bodily functions are no longer repulsive. In fact, they please you. (Hooray for poop!)
13. You look at your baby in the mirror instead of yourself.
14. You become a morning person.
15. Your love becomes limitless, a superhuman power.
16. You discover how much there is to say about one tooth.
17. You finally realize that true joy doesn't come from material wealth.
18. You now know where the sun comes from.
19. You'd rather buy a plastic tricycle than those shoes that you've been dying to have.
20. You realize that although sticky, lollipops have magical powers.
21. You don't mind going to bed at 9 p.m. on Friday night.
22. Silence? What's that?
23. You realize that the 15 pounds you can't seem to get rid of are totally worth having.
24. You discover an inner strength you never thought you had.
25. You no longer rely on a clock — your baby now sets your schedule.
26. You give parents with a screaming child an 'I-know-the-feeling' look instead of a 'Can't-they-shut-him-up?' one.
27. Your dog — who used to be your 'baby' — becomes just a dog.
28. You take the time for one more hug and kiss even if it means you'll be late.
29. You learn that taking a shower is a luxury.
30. You realize that you can love a complete stranger.

from niagara to sahara...

i'm drying up... the breasts, that is... =( quality sure doesn't justify quantity... darn... people say 'sure got milk...' so did peter chew... dammit... i wish i'd did better than this... what am i to do... as much as i had planned to breastfeed as long as i could, 1 month'ish isn't the farthest i could go... can i?