I am now typing with one hand because the lil princess of a Minibean is leaning against my chest, and sliding down to lie on my lap.

She is making sure I have my left arm drape around her tiny shoulder, so I am oerpetually hugging and “sayanging” her.

So yup, this post is going to take a while

And she is insisting on sitting on my lap as I do some stuff online, so whoever is chatting to me, do keep your conversations clean so she wouldn’t read anything she ain’t supposed to read. Heh.

Spending the evening surfing for a suitable play school for her, which location and fees are the huge considering factors.

The rates are pretty exorbitant, and though there was initial reluctance to start her young with school (hey, if she starts now, she probably won’t stop for another 20 years, you know?!), but then it will probably be good for her social skills and all and a good break from my mum.

So I shall take this time to do some scouting and planning, and put my critical skills to good use. Hohoho.

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One of the amazing things about raising a girl is that, they amaze you all the time with how… the girly nature is imbued in them, just like -snaps fingers- that

I wonder did I naturally opt for pink when I was just a mere kiddy, and would give comments to every adult’s dress sense when it didn’t make sense to me.

And yes, that manja, doe-eyed look that will manipulate you emotionally, seems to come free in the package as well.

My weekend with the spawn was one that was well-spent with her new toys from her birthday, and she displayed fully her potential to conquer the world someday with her extreme vanity.

I shifted the vet’s tent to my room and my mum seemed to have grow an allergy to it, basically she feels it is too much like those houses that you burn, but it is just her, as long as it is not what she cooks, what she buys, what she does, or what she says, she has the tendency to see the worst and assume the worst.

My take to her is, as long as she keeps the childlikeness and innocence of what the product is meant to be, to cultivate her love for animals, and easy to keep compare to those bulky kids’ houses which they eventually outgrow, and much better ventilated, there is no point why she keep instilling the fear into a mere 3 year-old and teaching her to see the worst in things.

How to love the world fearlessly like thaaaaaat?

And of course, her real issue with the tent is that it was bought by anybody but her and Minibean seems to enjoy it.

When Minibean saw my camera, she was adamant that I should photograph her.

Alas my Canon 450 D ran out of battery, and I had to make do with my 85 IS.

Here are the in-your-face vanity captured on pictures:

(Something about the quality of pictures being a little pixelated when shrunk, don’t know why, but just click on it to enlarge it for clearer view)

And here, she is doing her pout again.

If you are wondering why her hair looks kinda oily, that’s because that very Saturday morning, she had woken up and piled on the Barbie makeup set from a korkor.

And the korkor didn’t realise it is for 6 years and above for reasons like this!

She had put on shades of green, blue, black and purple onto her face, her eyes, and had my parents in stitches cos she looked like… she was all ready for Halloween.

And she had her hair in blue.

So my mum had tried to remove it with baby oil and perhaps had used excess which had stayed on hair even after her shower.

Whoever who had left a copy of Maxim or FHM around, I blame them for the pout, the arch-back poses.

And she rolled onto her back and insisted mummy to take pictures even when I wanted to stop.

Her with the pretty new hairband bought back from Kuala Lumpur.

The raven-hair look.

Hahaha my favourite of the lot that captures her cheekiness and innocence!

Giggles, I have no idea where this came from.

When she still has such flexibility, maybe it is time to get her to dance school or gymnast classes!

Don’t know how to cut the evil looking figure from behind (cos looks very the wrong), but just thought she looks incredibly pretty here. Somemore know how to angle her face to make it look smaller!

Tsk! So… vain.

I think I prefer when I took this picture of the sweet, cheeky lass months ago:

When she hid herself inside a paperbag and I had tried to carry her while making sure the paperbag doesn’t succumb to her weight.

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Sunday was a rushed affair when she was all dressed and we had to make our way down to a dinner where my half sisters, my niece, my aunt (who was perhaps the closest relative of mine, ever) and my parents all attended since my dad was organising the event.

Making my way to the ballroom, and relentlessly camwhoring.

Err… a bit the OTT with the security measures when we reached.

Besides the bag checks and all, I was pretty amused to see chaps in polo-tees, who are holding on to some hand-held detectors to look for hazardous materials.

It pretty much made sense because the guest of honour was….

There was even an officer inside the kitchen where all the servers got ready.

I used to have a major crush on him okay!

But I can tell you I ain’t the only person who found him incredibly sexy. Even among some friends.

There was this time when he went on stage, Minibean grabbed my camera and insisted I go up to the front to take pictures and she wanna have a closer look.

I didn’t want to cross the boundaries where the suited guards were, but the lil one decided to charge forward with my camera, trying to take a group shot like a little groupie.

Unfortunately this rude, fat body guard was quite impatient, and was quite annoyed with Minibean’s intrusion though his few other cute colleagues were pretty much amused and allowed her to misbehave.

There was this guest who was seated just beside him, when he was on stage, who laughed at Minibean’s antics, and even struck up a conversation about her.

She wanted a picture taken, just when the said guest was up on stage.

And some other pictures of the little miss vainpot!

She wanted to take a picture with every of such cocktail table!

The funniest, yet heartpain-ish part was when she walked into one of them and broke into tears, which quickly subsided when Mummy stole a balloon from one of those flower stands.

Which prompted a little boy to point at her balloon and insisted he too, wanted one. His daddy had no choice but to go to each flower stand to see where I got it from, and the arrangement had one less balloon.

She then wanted pictures with the flowers…

And an awkward pose, looking all reddish with the carpet and all.

Being cheeky and acting cute, like her age, for once.

Her with the tight security behind her.

Minibean with Mummy!

Seriously, I don’t know where all these posing come from hahahaha.

A kiss for the darling.

Okay, less blurrish now.

She just wanted pictures because of the toy fair a floor below.

Chest out, butt out!

When she wanted to be carried off the table.

And a final one to wrap the night.

It was a nice evening. Though she was snatching from my plate, and refused to give up trying with the chopsticks.

Got home and bought more food because we were hungry from the not very satisfying dinner, which bookended the weekend perfectly

Sorry babe, that Mummy has been less patient with you as you are crawling through the terror-3s phase, but I will still make it a point to tell you how much I love you everyday, so that you know that you are very much loved, and never be short of mushy, abundant love all around, regardless.

Okay, shall end this post before I get all teary.