Two in Two Days

Tsk tsk tsk… my Mama obviously has been SO lazy busy that she hasn’t updated my blog in ages! And to think she said before that this blog is to ‘record and document’ my progress… shame on you Mama!

So I decided to take things into my own hands, of course.

In case you don’t know by now (and I DON’T blame you since Mama didn’t mention anything about it even in her blog…), I am going to be TWO in TWO DAYS’ TIME! How amazing is that???

I’ve heard Mama whispering to Papa about the plans that they have in store for me this Friday. I think I’m gonna be celebrating it in the daytime at home and in the evening, in my nenek’s Teban home at night. So you know what this means right? Yeah, baby… TWO CAKES! Muahahahhahahah!

But Mama being Mama, totally forgot that everyone will be fasting (except me, because I’m still a baby whaaaaaat) in the daytime. She ordered two cakes only to realize that we won’t be cutting the daytime cake at home afterall. I babbled to her that I still INSIST on blowing the candles, cutting the cake, popping the Coke (my fave drink) and eating party food, and the adults can just watch. Hey, it’s my party and I’ll eat if I want to!

And and and- my parents think I don’t know it, but I SURE DO- that they have loads and loads and loads of presents for me all stashed in the storeroom and my spanking new room (more on this later). There’s even presents hidden in the Teban home heheheheh…. I have been snooping around the house while they are out (my grandparents think I’m just doing mindless baby things like peeking and groping around behind cupboards hehehe) and so far, this much I know:

- there’s a giant box which is wayyyy bigger than me tucked in the corner of the dining room. It’s too big to put inside our storeroom. I saw a picture of a horsey on it hehehehhehhe….
- there are not one, not two, but THREE boxes of something that has the Sesame Street logo on it (I know this logo even though I can’t read), and T-M-X… hmmm…. wonder what those are, but anything Sesame Street is good, c’mon, everyone knows that.
- in the storeroom, there are 2 big boxes- I remember Papa lugging these boxes back when we went to IMM’s Kids’ Mall few weeks ago. I kicked one of the boxes hard and guess what? I heard a BABY crying. How mysterious is THAT?! I didn’t know you could keep those irritating cute things in a box!

…and in my nenek’s Teban home, I counted- there were FOUR big boxes hidden in the spare room, all wrapped up with fancy wrapping paper! I did whine a bit and pleaded with nenek to let me open the ‘birdday’ presents (I screamed “NAK BIRRDDDAYY! NAK BIRDDAYYY!!!”) but she didn’t budge. Ah well.

I’m so excited and can’t wait for Friday. But I don’t know why, Mama keeps on saying “it’s so saaaaaaaadddd….” and she will kiss me all over, inhaling my sourish-sweet smell. I try to make her feel better by pretending to be a baby. Every night before we go to bed, I will cry my ‘newborn baby’ cry which goes ‘UWEEEEKKKK!!! UWWWWEEEKKKK!!!’ , clench my fists (like ‘em babies do) and act all weak and fragile. Sometimes she’s too engrossed watching TV to notice my ’newborn baby’ cry so I’ll have to signal to her and scream ‘MAMAAAA!!!! Baby uwekkkkk!!!”.  Then, she will happily swaddle me up with the comforter and carry me like a baby, then she’ll ‘burp’ me and pass me to Papa saying “Careful! Be gentle with her as her neck-muscles are still weak!”

Sometimes Papa will play along and put my face under his armpit (he says babies need the warmth) but sometimes he will just roll his eyes and tell us we make a perfect mother-daughter clown act. Well he’s just jealous, we say.

And about my room… my Papa has revamped the guest cum laundry cum storage room into a playroom so he’s been staying up late every night. So far, it’s looking really good! All my toys are in there- my drawing easel, my table and chairs, my laptop, vcds, dvds, and ALL my dollies and animals are arranged nicely! I’ve been playing in the comfort of the air-con room everyday (again, when they’re not home because the Great Reveal is supposed to be only on my birthday teeheehee…) so, KEEP IT COMING, Papa! More toys! More toys!

Tomorrow I will tell you more about my adventure on the FLAAAAAAAAA- yer. Yes. That’s how I pronounce it and if you ask me, I think that is how it should be pronounced.

…if I can get somebody to login to wordpress, that is….

See ya!

Love,
Kara (that’s what I call myself these days.)