Being in ‘The Late Twenties’…

Hello you all. It’s been a really long time, hasn’t it, since I last blogged?

Well I’ve been really busy, that’s why, spending all my time with my Mama who is now always at home. When I say ‘at home’, I don’t actually mean that we STAY at home- we go out. A lot. And that is always a good thing for me. (shopping centres = toy stores = whining = get toys).

First up, I want to remind you that time flies really fast. Can you believe it- I am already TWENTY-SEVEN months old? That’s about 9 months more before I turn THREE. Frightening, huh? The adults call the stage I’m in ‘the terrible twos’, and just for the fun of it, I’m trying very hard to live up to that belief. I mean, I won’t have the chance to ever be like this again when I’m twenty-seven YEARS OLD, you know what I’m sayin’? So I might as well ‘be terrible’ and get it blamed on my ’developmental stage’ thingy. Heh.

These are my favourite tricks. And my mom’s top pet peeves. Kikikiki!

1) insisting that I sit on the pram (even though we’re just going to the playground downstairs) AND scream ‘NAK PAKAI BELT!!!!’ for the adults to belt me up.

See how contented I am?

2) being clingy. And I don’t mean this in a figurative kind of way. I REALLY CLING onto my Mama. In the car, on the bed, in public places…. I just can’t let go.

That’s me being stuck on Mama. Teehee.

3) demand to go to ‘chopping chentre’ (shopping centres)/ KFC/ bowling/ swimming/ zoo/ birdpark as and when I feel like it. Kick up a big fuss even though it is midnight and those places are all closed. (And my Mama’s not lying to me either- it’s true, they’re all closed, but I just try my luck. )

NAK PEGI MAIN BOWLINGGGG!!!!!

4) insist on picking out the clothes I want to wear, be it for home, sleep or going out. And I will only wear the clothes that I choose OR ELSE…

5) insist that my Mama wears the clothes that I choose. ‘Mama pakai baju tu’ (pointing to used clothes in the laundry basket) and scream if she refuses. [Note from Mama: Just for the record, I DO NOT re-wear dirty clothes from the laundry bin]

6) talk NON-STOP and ask the adults questions:
“Ooyah nak pegi tempat… apa tuu?” (Just so the adults will suggest a good place for me)
“Papa dia, mama dia, nenek dia, atuk dia, kakak dia …adik dia mana?” (I pretend my fingers are part of a family)
“Papa dia buat… apa tuuuu????” (when looking at pictures of animals. I assume they’re with their family, of course.)
“Nanti balik kita tukar pamperssss, cuci mukaaaaaa, gosok gigiiiiiiii, tukar bajuuuuu, kita tidooooo….”
“EEEEEE!!!!! Apa tu? Apa tuuuu? APA TUUUU????” (whenever ANYTHING catches my eye)
“Tokkk?? Nenek??? Papa??? Mama??? Aunty Yus??? Mama Iza???” (I do my roll call in the car, expect everyone to reply, and REPEAT A HUNDRED TIMES.)

…. so that is only a few of the things I love love love to do these days.

Oh, and I’m thinking of calling my Mama ‘Mummy’ now. So when I feel like it, I call out, “Mummmmy”, with a somewhat British twang (I picked it up watching ‘The Adventures of Little Brown Bear’ lah). What do you think? Is ‘Mummy’ better than ‘Mama’?

Okay I’m off now to.. ape tuuu? Oh I don’t know… wherever I fancy. Gotta pick out some clothes now. Toodeloo!