Friday, March 16, 2012

2 years old - In memory


Pictures say more than thousand words. My sweetheart Sujata has finally attained her 2 years old!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Sujata @ 12m, Bandung


Sujata is always "la sum" in the eyes of us. That's go the high degree of tolerance resides with the parents.

I think a memorable childhood must not be always in sterilised and hygenic mode.

Sujata @ 13m


The girl learns to walk with support before 1 year old but never dares to walk with longer pace. We brought her to spacious environment for her to pick up with walking.

She did and is excelling.

Another growing milestone means that we have more to be cautious.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Count down to Sujata's 1st Birthday!


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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Deep Cut @ 7 month


At nanny's house.
One day, kor kor asked auntie mama, "Auntie, how come ah girl got a deep cut on hand?"
Nanny was shocked, "Where is the cut?"
"Leh, you see." Fingers pointed to the cut.
"Oh, that's not a cut. Every baby got.
"How come I don't have?"
"You already a big boy!"

See my hand, with deep cut.
That's because I'm a fat and chubby girl

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

6 months old


Time flies, I'm now 6 months old. A milestone to me as I was gifted solid food these days, I am no longer attach to breast milk only.

For the past week while I returned from KL, I fell sick and had sore throat. From the beginning of sickness, I gave Mama & Papa headche as cries became my leisure. I lost appetite, not interested with the tv anymore. Luckily, the stronger immune system I have has helped me to win over my sickness within a few days. After consuming 3 dose of antibiotic, my body appeared to have rashes. I have allergy towards the antibiotic, somehow, there was saying that I have roseola, according to my nanny.

Days resume alive for me after recovery. Turning gets back to its norm and I now prefer to sit still enjoying my teether. Today, I followed the footstep of my brother, I dropped from the bed and ended with cries. Luckily, my thick flesh saved me from colourful bruises.

I'm clingy to Mama and if she keeps herself away from my eyesight, I'll cry. That's why my Papa tells Mama, I couldn't help you, I pity you!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Daddy & Girl Talking