\n~ suck on her hand (I’m not sure if she’s going to be a thumb sucker later)
\n~ turn from back to stomach; then cry for help after a while because she doesn’t quite like being on her stomach and still struggling to turn herself back
\n~ put everything into her mouth, and turning it dripping wet (I always wonder where all the saliva comes from)
\n~ play with her tongue by sticking it out, or moving it about in her mouth
\n~ play with her feet; angkat kaki (Malay : lying leg raise<\/a>) is so effortlessly done
\n~ be sung to, talked to, and praised; she responds with big wide smiles
\n~ sleep on her side
\n~ go to the park and watch children play<\/p>\n
She cries (with big drops of tears) when
\n~ I lay next to her preparing to feed her, making\u00a0her all excited; and then I got up abrubtly\u00a0to get something I’d forgotten (like a book to read or to put on the breast pads)
\n~ I removed my breast from her mouth when she’s half way feeding
\n~ there’s big loud thunderstorms
\n~ she has a bad dream (I wonder if it’s about big loud thunderstorm, or abruptly ending a breastfeeding session)<\/p>\n
She gives us the biggest smile when we greet her in the morning. Cries the loudest (with no tears) when she’s sleepy but can’t fall asleep in a hot day (lucky for me, this only happens in the day. She’s like an angel in the night).\u00a0<\/p>\n
She is slowly adjusting to taking 2 long naps a day, and goes to bed at 8:30-9pm, allowing me some private time with Zara (if I wan’t working).<\/p>\n
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Examining (and sometimes tasting)\u00a0her toes. About to turn.<\/span><\/p>\n Love the taste of her hand. Looking around on all fours. Sleep like an angel. BLECH!<\/span><\/p>\n![\"Zaria](\"http:\/\/mytwogirls.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/05\/collage50.jpg\")
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