Memories from that Dreaded Road Trip

Sunday, 29 November

2pm: Strapped into the darn carseat again!

2-3pm: It's getting mighty uncomfortable in the carseat. I shall express my displeasure. WAIL!! (no reaction from daddie and mommie)

3.15pm: Something's poking my bum bum. SCREAM!! (mommie killed a big fat ant crawling on my carseat)

3.30pm: Snack Time. WAIL!! (mommie stuffed the bottle into my mighty mouth)

4.00pm: I'm farting alot.. need to poop. (ooh.. I can smell remnants of the papaya daddie fed me last night. Everyone jumped out of the car)

4 - 5pm: I hate my carseat! WAIL... WAIL.... WAIL....

5.15pm: Foodstop. Had waffles, ice-cream floats and bits of chicken for dinner. (daddie and mommie played a trick on me. They pretended to walk away, leaving me in the restuarant! SCREAM! When I grow up, i will play the same trick on them, except that the venue shall be the Old Foggies Home!)

6 - 7.30 pm: Strapped in again.. WAIL... WAIL... WAIL... Fell asleep from all that wailing.

8.00pm: Home At Last! I had spent very much of my time screaming and wailing... with such good stamina and mighty lung power, i should do fairly well as a long distance runner.

The Road Trip

Mommie told me that we are going on a vacation in Malaysia. I have absolutely no idea where that place is, except that it is a good 4 hours drive away. I have no objections. In fact, yours truly is looking forward to visiting the amusement park which daddie promised to take me. Well, really... no objections except that i dread sitting in my uncomfortable car seat for 4 straight hours! Oh god.. please have mercy on my little bumbum, amen!

to be continued...

A Message from Mafia Mighty Mouth

Bad news. Daddie just said "NO!" to my request for a battery operated little tikes 4WD. "At least not until you are 18 mths old and walking", he said. So, it's back to the negotiations table again. I've got to strategize a little more this time... *grin*. If the soft approach didn't work, perhaps the hard approach will??

Dear Daddie,

I promise not to rip your beloved DVD player apart and smash the remote controls.. if you get me a luxurious sporty looking 3-wheeler pram this christmas. - Love, Your Little Mafia Mighty Mouth (wow! I'm getting good at this!)

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

We were shopping along Orchard Road last evening when mommie suddenly exclaimed "Look Joey, It's Santa Claus!" I looked towards the direction my mommie was pointing and was STUNNED for a moment....

That old man (he must be in his 80s) with a huge pot belly (from obvious lack of exercise) and bushy white beard (I'm sure he has got more hair on his face than I have on my head), is SANTA CLAUS? That scrumpy old man is nothing like the Santa I know. Yes! I do know Santa, my Santa is handsome, strong and a HERO!

Well, Santa of my heart (a.k.a Daddie), if you are reading this, I just wanna tell you.. I Love You lots and I'm sure you love me lots too right?

P/S: All i want for Christmas is a big battery operated 4WD (little tikes preferred) ! - With Love, your little Angelic Mighty Mouth.

Let's Get Ready to Party!

Christmas is round the corner and i'm getting in the mood for a parrrty. To make this party a reality, 3 Secret Agents (code names: Big Mama, Indo Gal and Mighty Mouth) will set out on a mission this afternoon in search of the "Missing Christmas Tree" and "Elusive Presents". The clock is ticking..... no time to waste! we're setting off now. Wish us LUCK, fella earthlings! - Agent Mighty Mouth signing off.

My Little Red Polka Dots

Daddie and Mommie found some red polka dots on my bum bum. I can't understand why the adults are fussing over these little dots when i'm not bothered at all.

Mommie was out for dinner with the singaporebrides aunties and poor little me became the "highlight" and "focus" of daddie's evening!

Daddie insisted that i put on those cloth nappies, citing that my bum bum will be well-ventilated and the little polka dots will disappear! I hate those cloth nappies..... it's so uncool to be seen in them! So being the smartie pie that i am, my silent protest came in the form of frequent pees. It was fun watching daddie stuggle to take off that safety pin, change my nappy and clean the pee off the floor! After a few times, he gave up and told Auntie Lina to let me wear my cool looking, state of the art, Nepia training pants again (now, that's more like it!)

John Little Warehouse Sale

Mommie brought me to that JL warehouse sale again. Had my own little adventure in the shopping cart she put me in!

Can you believe it? I had a little bubble bath in the shopping cart! I unscrewed the cap of the shampoo bottle (hmm.. how dexterious of me. *wink*) and all that white stuff (which looks like milk to me) came flowing out like a raging river... wow!! i had so much fun wading in my little "shampoo swimming pool" (much to the dismay of mommie and popo though).

Honeyballs and Me

"thou shalt not be forgiven if i ain't fed honeyballs!"

That was something my grand auntie susan learnt when she stopped popping my fav honeyballs into my mighty mouth. She made me so mad i screamed at her. She complained to mommie. Mommie looked at me. I gave mommie a megawatt mighty mouth smile and everything was hunkie dory again.

My 1st Blog

wow!! mummy created a blog for me... she's a bit late though.. i'm 10 months and 9 days old already. Well... better late then never :) For my first post, I'll share with you 1 of my fav pics...