Baby Kay is 3 months old today. From a little scrawny baby, she has miraculously transformed into an overfed monster.
I want more of what I had just now, and I want it now!
Although she is still smaller compared to other full-term babies, we could now feel the difference in her weight & robustness when we hold her in our arms.
She's been really packing it in and if this doesn't look like a full-fed, satisfied, happy baby, I don't know what does.
Both Nee & I are beginning to believe that she's a bottomless pit. She's just taking in however much we give her. It's senseless binging.
At this point, she mumble-complaints when we give her water, cos there's no milk in there. She doesn't do pacifiers (which is a good thing) cos there's no milk coming out of it & she knows it's not the real deal.
The words on her T-shirt is a misprint. It should say I LOVE MY TUMMY instead cos Mummy is just a means to an end.
But this also means that she's growing (but not hair). We're not sure if she's developing at a normal pace as she's just beginning to give clear smiling responses, having more tendencies to flip now & able now to hold up her head like a chicken.
But this also means that she's growing (but not hair). We're not sure if she's developing at a normal pace as she's just beginning to give clear smiling responses, having more tendencies to flip now & able now to hold up her head like a chicken.
At her young age, she also amazes us with her agility & propensity for martial arts, namely Wing Chun...
and also kickboxing...
Boxing
Boxing
Kicking
To our horror, she has been transforming into a horrible nocturnal creature; sleep by day, awake at night to torment innocent souls.
We have to remind ourselves again & again not to be fooled by her innocence.
But each time we see her looking like this, we have lost the battle entirely.
