Zara’s trying to use more and more words to express herself, her pronunciation is not perfect and sometimes it takes a trained ear to know what she’s saying. When trying to pronounce a difficult word, she always brightens up when we understand her.

My MIL always says to her “only your mummy understands what you say”. I guess it’s people like myself and Tuyam who can make out what she says most of the time because we spends the most time with her.

Here are some of Zara’s talking moments, very straight forward.

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Brought her to the bookshop the other day, when she stepped in, she looked around smiling, and said, “Many Books!”

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Put a Sesame Street VCD on for her
Zara : *took a glance* Don’t want
(we pretended we didn’t hear that)
Zara : *shook her head* Don’t want
Zara : *pointed to the TV* Off. Don’t want.
Tuyam : What you want?
Zara : Barney! (but of course)

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She likes playing this game
Me : Zara is a girl or a boy?
Zara : Boy! *looked at me with a cheeky smile*
Me : *pretended to be shocked* BOY?? Oh No!
Zara : Ger! *giggled*

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And this, really warmed Daddy’s heart.
Me: Zara love Daddy?
Zara : Larf
Then she continues : Many Many

We stayed home on Saturday because Daddy was suffering from jetlag and was sleeping most of the time.

On Sunday, he thought he would make it up to Zara by bringing her to the Shah Alam Lake Garden (*roll eyes* men really know how to have fun huh?). There really isn’t much in that park, except a big dirty grass field. I told him it would have been better to just bring Zara to the football field near our house.

I suggested Kids Sports instead, since lots of blogging mums have given very good feedback about that place (see, mums know how to have fun more *grin*).

So we went to 1 Utama at about 10am, before the crowd started pouring in. We had breakfast, and then brought Zara to see the fishes at the Rainforest section, and finally headed to Kids Sports. I went in with Zara while Daddy stayed outside.

Zara was ecstatic! Especially with the slide right at the entrance, where she could slide right into a pool of plastic balls!! She spent most of her time there, rolling in them, jumping into them, tossing the balls etc.

I brought her to the bigger play area, with all the slopes to climb, and tunnels to crawl. I was like a commando, crawling around the place with her on all fours, helping her on more difficult maneuver. It was fun, I have to say, even for me, but I suffered a back ache and sore knees later from all the bending and crawling.

1hr after the intense activity, while we were climbing up the rubber steps to go on the big slide, Zara just refused to move, laid down midway, started sucking her thumb and chanted, “milk milk!” (below photo). Even with much persuasion, she still refused to budge. I had to half drag half carry her up, slide down the slide, and then give her her milk fix.

Of course after the milk fix, she was all charged up and went on to climb, jump, crawl, slide, with a very tired and hungry mummy dragging behind.

Zara really enjoyed herself. Later, when we asked her did she like Kids Sports, her face went blank; but when I said, “Neh, the place with lots of ball-balls”, she brightened up and replied, “Ball Balls!” “Many!” “Throw!” “Step!” “Jump!” in her disjointed sentence.

After more than 2 weeks, Daddy finally came home yesterday. I’d been preparing Zara for his arrival, telling her Daddy was coming home, asking her to shout “Daddy” loud loud, and give Daddy a big “BOO” with her monster face when Daddy arrives. I even made her practice a few times to see if she knew what she was supposed to do.

It was dinner time and I was having a tough time feeding her the fish we cooked (freshwater fish with very strong ‘earthy’ taste). She spit out every mouth full I gave her, and said “Don’t Want” (her favourite word now). I had to resort to opening a bottle of baby food, and still progress of feeding her was slow, as she was refusing to open her mouth.

When a car stopped at the front gate, she got all excited, and kept pointing outside and claimed, “Daddy. Daddy.” I brought her out to greet Daddy. All the earlier practices gone wasted; the minute Daddy held her at the gate, she just laid her head on his shoulder, not calling him, not looking at him, but just stayed there, holding on to Daddy.

It took us a while to persuade her to let Daddy put her down (all the time she just refused to lift her head up from his shoulder). After which, I told her to show how clever she was to Daddy by finishing her food, and she cooperated, opening her mouth wide while I spooned her the food from the bottle, eager to impress Daddy. The little one sure miss Daddy, in her own ways.

Daddy bought me a Bree bag (a wee bit too big for me I would say, but then, I shouldn’t complain), and 2 pairs of slip ons from the Birkenstock company. Zara didn’t have any apparels but Daddy bought her some biscuits.

Here’s Zara checking out the bag.

And then, trying on the slip ons.

We have been staying on and off at King’s Wife’s place while Daddy is away. Every morning, when I carry Zara downstairs, she’ll be shouting, “Tatak! Batitel!” (Kakak, Bicycle) from the stair case.

She loves to ride on the tricycle that King’s Wife’s Kids used to own. She can’t reach the paddles yet, so Tuyam has to push her around. She’ll put her feet up, and request, “Tatak, Push” (Kakak, Push)

I bought a Barbie Tricycle for her for Christmas, but this is so much bigger, she couldn’t even reach the ground when mounted; she will just push it around in the house, and also use the storage space under the seat to store her little treasures.

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After seeing us applying moisturiser on our faces, and lotion on our body, she started imitating us. When she’s in the room, she’ll ask for a bottle of lotion, and start pretending to apply on herself too.

I worry for the day when she knows how to unscrew bottle tops, and start opening any kinds of bottles and apply all sort of things on herself. Yikes!

Disclaimer : This has nothing to do with my daugther, which the blog is about.

This is a story started by Lin Peh, the rules are written here. They are all rated 18SX (except mine probably), and the story is fictionous. Do not proceed if you find profanity offensive, and explicit sex scene disgusting.

Chapter 1 – Lin Peh
Chapter 2 – PJ
Chapter 3 – Lilian (password chapter3)
Chapter 4 – Cocka Doodle
Chapter 5 – Ah Pek
Chapter 6 – Helen

My beloved leng-jeh Helen passed me the baton to do Chapter 7. After such a steamy chapter she’s written, it’s actually very difficult for me to continue, but I have to oblidge..

Lin Dynasty – Chapter 7

There is something familiar about Horsey, Liong Sek was thinking to himself. While Horsey was tending to Swan’s friends, Liong Sek stole a few glances at Horsey, who had a mask over his face. All these while, Dr Horsey chatted amiably to Liong Sek, about the weather, about the posh Star Mountain Gallery, where his little back room practice was.

One after another, the men shamelessly dropped their pants to show Dr Horsey their privatest organs. The man whose name was Big Bird definitely didn’t have what it takes to be one. And Barney? Wow, his thing looks purple. Leong Sek observed. After giving the men an MMR (Male Miracle Remedy) jab here, some barrier cream there, he told them they could go home and rest. Their disease would be cured in a few days. The men eagerly left, all except Liong Sek.

Just then, there was a creak at the door. 2 pairs of eyes turned towards the source of the sound. A slender leg appeared, trying to back into the room, followed by a half naked back. A lady was struggling to enter the doorway, her blouse lifted to expose her smooth creamy back. She has the longest legs; there was something she was carrying in her arms, covered in a white cloth. The men swallowed their saliva, anxiously awaiting the lady to turn to face them and expose more of her. The lady turned. What was that she’s cradling, which was stuck to her front??

“Oh Shit!” The lady muttered, when she saw the gawking men. “This is not the nursing room?” The men shook their heads in union. She quickly adjusted her blouse, and straightened her bundle, which was actually a beautiful baby. “I’m so sorry, little Zara here is too hungry, and I didn’t really check the sign board at the door” The woman left hastily.

“Nursing room here? She siao or what?” Horsey exclaimed, sweeping off the beads of sweat from his forhead.

To break the silence, Horsey took a pie out from his bag, and asked Liong Sek. “Chic Pie?”

“Sure, Horsey. Chic Pie”. Liong Sek replied, still stealing glances at Horsey.

“Call me Seng Kor, Leong Sek.” Horsey removed his mask deftly, and sunk his teeth into the Chick Pie. He spitted it out immediately, “Ta Ma De! Chick Pie, I said Chick Pie! And what did she give me? Tuna Chic Pie!”

Liong Sek could not believe what he was looking at; the man who was coughing out Tuna Chick Pie looked exactly like him, except for the big hairy mole. “Who are you?” he almost shouted to Horsey. “No wonder he had to wear a mask, that mole is hideous” was another voice coming from within.

“I’m your twin brother. Liong Seng. Didn’t that bloody father of yours tell you?” Seng Kor a.k.a Horsey wiped his mouth and spitted out the last few words.

Liong Sek shook his head in disbelieve. Didn’t Unke Lin just tell him the other day that he was fathered by a Mr Tua, and his name was Lam Pah?

“But I’m not his real son, my real sir name is Tua, he just told us the other day” Liong Sek replied indignantly.

“Tua your Ka Cheng! He was too embarrassed to tell you the truth!” Seng Kor tossed the rest of the Tuna Chic Pie in the bin in anger.

“He fooled with his sister Lin Chin Sia, and she died giving birth to both of us! He thought I was bad luck, because I had this mole that reminded him of our mother. He gave me away!”

“But..” Liong Sek tried to interrupt.

“What do you think Auntie Helen is doing in Italy? To receive a Pukilitzer Prize?” Seng Kor snorted. “She’s meeting up with Albieno Ipodro, the man who adopted me! Liong Sek, look, I had been waiting for this moment. To meet up with you, to tell you the truth, so that we can avenge our mother’s death.”

Chaos ran through Liong Sek’s mind. Albieno Ipodro? The Italian mafia who was made famous smuggling cocaine stuffed in figs and condoms? What was Auntie Helen doing meeting up with him? Never mind the two of them, what is happening to him? So much has taken place the last few days, what with the frequent visits to Lilian; his knees weakened, he couldn’t think straight. Who is telling the truth? Unke Lin? The self claimed twin brother Seng Kor who looks exactly like him except for the hideous mole? Oh, he just wanted to be back into the arms of Lilian.

… cheng cheng cheng….and I passed the baton to my favourite sister in law, King’s Wife.

Me : “Zara, where is Daddy?”
Zara : “There” (pointed outside)
Me : “Daddy go where?”
Zara : “Work Work”
Me : “Daddy sit what to go work work?”
Zara : “Uh-pen” (Airoplane)

Daddy has been away for more than 2 weeks now. Does Zara miss him? Or Does Zara know how to miss him? She doesn’t cry for him, but there are signs which shows there’s a hint of longing for the man who reads her bed time stories, who gives her horsey rides.

She woke up at home, and pointed outside (where Daddy had been quarantined for a week because he had a very bad flu just before he left) and said, “Daddy” then looked at me and waited for an answer.

She picked up the phone and started talking to the mouth piece, “Daddy, mm-hhh, mm-hhh” (the mm-hhh, mm-hhh sounded sad, a sound she pretended to make when we asked her to show us how she cried).

She reached her hand out to an imaginary image, and said, “Daddy, Keh-Yee”; “Daddy, Keh-Yee” (Daddy, Carry).

Daddy will be home tomorrow, I would like to see if Zara will squeal in delight to see him. As for me, I will, thinking of those goodies he’s bringing back for me.

And btw, if you are reading this, Happy Birthday, Dear. The lotus plant bloomed while you were away.