The day kick-started when Dad called home to say he would be dropping by for a while.

Sometimes, it is amusing to see the soft side of grown men, especially with the help of a baby.

He had made a quick trip home to see how she is doing(under my care, that is), before he rushed off for a meeting. That was at 11.30am, even though he would be picking us up at 2pm for her jab appointment.

Of course, she was happy. She loves grandpa.

And she gave me a relatively easy day for Wednesday and she was all smiley again despite her crankiness the night before.

She is learning to give all sorts of expressions these days, and she loves biting her lips in, looking cheeky.

We spent a little ‘we-time’ together after Dad left.

She was by my side as I surfed the internet, and she was smiling when I tried to tell her what Mummy was doing.

She started crawling all over me as she tried to push her knees forward(she is no longer crawling on her tummy!), and then as I was taking the next picture, she puked on me.

So it captured the exact moment when I reacted to the milk(I totally abhor milk since I was a toddler!).

She even flashed me a cheeky grin right after that.

She played with the camera and then I turned the camera towards her, and guided her finger to the button.

And here, her first ever photography masterpiece – of herself:

She played with the Shrek ears and her papa’s bear, before it was shower time!

I gave her a shower, and it is so much easier to do so these days cos she would be able to sit in the tub. She loves the water. Mum was telling me how she would refuse to stand up in the tub(so she doesn’t have to get out of the tub, and can have her fun in the water), yet she would refuse to sit down on the bed(so the adults would have to carry her!).

She fell asleep and when she woke up, her clothes were drenched with drool, and thus, another change of clothes, which made her quite happy to be out of a dress. Heh.

Mummy Ting has a soft spot for tied-tops.

Mummy Ting thinks all babies look oh-so irresistable in them.

So, my dad came to pick us up to head to NUH.

She was starting to look a little worried…

Until her Papa called, and the phone gave her some form of distraction.

She loves phones.

And anything she could get her hands on. She ended up pulling hard on my phone, that I had to bend over so I could speak on the phone to her Papa.

She was a conversation-opener, with many people coming up to play with her, though she seemed to be confused by the going-ons.

We didn’t have to queue, and we went for the appointment as soon as we reached.

So it was time to prep her for the jab, and from previous experience, we knew it would need some form of distraction to keep her occupied.

While waiting, I took off her sock, so she could play with them. Hahaha.

And I had been carrying her without the sling for 2 days(thus explains the bad muscle ache I am having!), so just a bit more, and I can say byebye to my byebye-arms.

With one hand grabbing her thigh, and another waving her sock to divert her attention, and singing Twinkle twinkle at the same time, it was a success without a tear from her.

She was all ready to cry when she scrunched up her face, and when I waved the toy, she stopped. Once I stopped waving, she seemed to remember something and started to cry out, I sang Twinkle twinkle, and she seemed confused, not knowing to smile or cry. And thus, she did neither.

I held her close thereafter, and she is yet again, my tough cookie. Awww.

Jabs are expensive. Credit cards are brilliant.

I headed to my client’s to make sure some stuff were delivered, and that to also see how things were going.

Brian was there to drop off the buttons(which you guys will see lots of it in next couple of posts. Minibean will do advertising for them), and I was fast to force upon my bike fetish to the little one.

Yes, I cropped away my byebye-arms cos they looked too disgusting, and I wish I could crop away my tummy too. Dammit.

I nearly dropped her off the bike when she was moving too much(but of course, my hand was already there, so it wasn’t quite possible she would actually fall off). Maybe that’s why she looks like she is clinging on to her dear life in this picture. Laughs.

I actually drafted an earlier entry and I had actually said Minibean might make a special guest appearance.

The girls are damn good with babies!

She was quite overwhelmed with so much people, and she was actually recognised as ‘Minibean’ by Siew Ee!

Minibean acted coy and gave slight, abashed smiles. Act demure.

I soon bade everyone goodbye and changed my original plan to head down to Sim Lim to visit Uncle Roy, cos.. Minibean had an appointment to go for….

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It was perhaps, not the first time he had spent time with her(since he had dropped by some other times).

But it was perhaps one of the first times, he had spent some time with her while she is awake(Once, she was awake but crying, and then we had to rush to meet friends, another couple of times, she was already asleep).

While waiting.

It was at a little cafe nearby where Minibean and I were, where we had met for a meal. Somewhere air-conditioned, so Minibean wouldn’t feel cranky due to the heat.

After he had sat himself down and made himself comfortable, he held his hands out to carry her over to sit her on his lap, as he ran through the menu for something to order.

She was reaching out to whatever he was holding, and occasionally, tilting her head upwards to take a good look at him.

He passed her back to me, stood up and excused himself after making his order.

Without knowing where he was going, we were left sitting there waiting for him to come back.

Minibean kept turning back to see if he had made his way back, or maybe, she was just fascinated by the passing traffic outside.

It was a pretty long wait, before she got hungry and cried for milk.

As she held on to her bottle, she fell asleep.

It was darn funny when she was still sucking as she was asleep, and her little hands relaxed, with the bottle threatening to fall off.

A sudden loud thud from the kitchen made her jump a little, and she immediately pushed her little hands upwards to lift the bottle up, and her sucking intensified, even though she was still asleep. That happened a few times, and she was still sleeping throughout.

I was looking on and laughing to myself.

He got back just in time, with a plastic bag in his hand, and was amused by the sight as well.

“So fast she’s asleep already?”

He took out 2 little bags of something from the 7-Eleven plastic bag, and opened them up.

Inside, were these:

Stressball-like toys, which are actually keychains.

He carefully picked away the stray strands of fibers from the bag to make sure they were clean, “Better not let her play with the bags”, he said, referring to the annoying fine strands sticking to our hands.

He then borrowed a pair of scissors to cut away the string that was attaching the metal key ring to them, so that all was left, was the soft toy only.

We tried to wake her up as it was getting late, and my Dad was going to pick us up to head back to Malaysia.

I took her out of her stroller, and stood her on my laps. She let down her legs and stood firm, opened up her eyes and turned to look around, before she nodded herself asleep again(like those MRT people!).

And then she concussed out on my shoulder.

Eventually, she did wake up a little, and they spent a little more time together as I packed the stuff.

She was particularly amused by him and his gadgets, that when we finally got up and left, she was on the verge on crying when those had to be returned to him.

Honestly, I think you did a better job at handling her wants, getting her attention and affection, than I do.

From the corner of my eyes, I finally saw him giving her the kiss he had always asked me to give on his behalf.

We left by the back door, where a very nice helpful foreign worker helped us.

When I told Minibean to say ‘thank you’(I know she still can’t, but basic manners should be taught since young!), she turned around and had a scare when he had placed his face too near to her.

I realised she is quite scared of people with… pimples. Lots of them, especially.

She started crying and then I laughed, saying she shouldn’t and she should be saying thank you instead. She hushed, and then just looked on to the man, amused.

The man tried to make her laugh and said she is real cute, and she just seemed so confused.

For the X-th times, she was mistaken to be Korean/Japan baby. Maybe due to her cute little eyes, that looks like uhm… tadpoles when she smiles.

The journey back to Malaysia was a much smoother one, though she suddenly went ‘AEEEHHHH!’ loudly, and was giving me cheeky smiles again.

Then, another loud ‘AAAEEEEEEHHH’ as if she was trying to talk. I could felt the vibrations on my thigh each time she forcefully said, ‘AAAEEEEHH!’.

She was crapping. Muahahahaha, and she was telling me she was crapping as she crapped.

Because of her nap at the meal place, she was wide awake throughout the car ride, and I was the one who fell asleep with her in my arms as she tried to get me to wake up.

She and Pooh. He had guessed she would prefer Pooh cos it’s of brighter colour, which was spot on.

So now, she has a new toy, which my Mum likes, because she had just days ago hit a toy on her head, and she had cried because of the pain(silly girl!), and she said such toys would be less painful for her to hit her head with.

Text link to video HERE.