She wasn’t drinking her milk; she was hungry, yes, but, she just kept on rolling her tongue along the nipple of her feeding bottle. She rolled over on her back. She arched her body again for several times. She wanted to be alone. She doesn’t need mommy or yaya to carry her. My baby. My not-so-ordinary four-month-old baby.
My head ached, once again, for heaven’s sake. I was a bit angry. Maybe she saw the “anger” from my eyes, for, I wasn’t smiling. I was pleading her to drink her milk. I cradled her and put her on my chest. She squeezed her body away from me, crying, and red-faced, and she didn’t want to look at me. She scratched my neck with her sharp fingernails. Whapak! Ouch. I cried foul.
I talked to her, gently pulling her arms together, trying to tell her to look at mommy once again. Nada. I cried. Her yaya cried, too. What on earth did I do? What on earth should I do? My four-month-old baby is no ordinary baby. She knows when mommy is angry. She knows when she’s being “reprimanded”. I wasn’t scolding her. I was just trying to tell her to behave. She wanted to do things on her own.
Her yaya told me that she has three kids, no one was alike my baby when they were still young. She told me that her kids would just sleep, and cry when hungry. She could do all of her household chores when her babies were still young. But me? Oh, I’m lucky to use the Internet for straight 30minutes or 1 hour (I am establishing my startup company these days, and I could not just concentrate; but, well, I chose to be a hands on mommy, and a stay-at-home one. I’m not feeling sorry. I love to take good care of my baby.), then, my baby would wake up – to drink milk, to play, to arc her back, to sing, to talk, to look at the colors around her, to scratch her neck, to touch mommy’s or daddy’s face, to scratch her yaya’s neck, arms, and hands, to watch Baby Einstein video, to listen at her nursery rhymes, to listen at stories from storynory.com, to read books with mommy, to play with her interactive laptop, and, to dance. Yes. She’s now dancing – at over four months. We just discovered two days ago how she would wriggle her body and arms whenever we would tap the “press me” button of her dancing teddy bear. She is mimicking the basic dancing style! Hurrah! Continue reading →
Two years ago, I had this vision of putting up an online site (not to be divulged here) that I knew would click. My hubby and I thought of that site and suggested it to someone else, who may have the money and the position to do so (although technically it would be my hubby and me who would be doing the hard stuff). Sad to say, it wasn’t sold. Then a few weeks back, I was searching the Web, and gotcha, a new Web site popped up on the sponsored listing of Google…wow, the business had the same idea that I had. Uggh. Oh I thought that it’s now fully functional after several months of press releases, but, no, still blank – just the usual interface of “COMING SOON TO ….” I wish I would get someone to backup my business idea in this place. If only I am in my home country, putting up any business wouldn’t be a big problem. Anyway.
My sister and I talked via chat and voice call for six hours or more. Can you imagine that or, rather, can you beat that? Since we were young, it’s been our habit to talk for longgggg hours, until dawn. Now that we are overseas apart, our world is made smaller by the Internet. We still talk nonstop.
