9

Spotted the trailer for 9 on the internet.

Looks really good. One of the few movies I’m actually looking forward to.

Rihanna – Umbrella. In Hokkien.

Never liked the original song.

But THIS…this is priceless.

Project MiniMe: Entry 0053

Golden moments like these almost never make it to video:

This might seem funny to the passing viewer, but believe you me, once the rich aroma hits, it’s all you can do to run for cover.

Project MiniMe: Entry 0052

Found an early video of Tristan, the Amazing Human Mop, taken before he started crawling on fours.

That’s not sweat, it’s the auto detergent dispenser doing its job.

I’m Mr. Bump.

Who would’ve thought.

I'm Mr. Bump?! ME?!

This after Synn bought me a Mr. Bump toy for my birthday after I’d commented it looked cute.

Methinks Synn knows me better than I do myself.

Project MiniMe: Entry 0051

While Tristan hasn’t started associating sounds with objects/people, it certainly hasn’t stopped him from repeating his favourite word…

one billion times a day.

And this is just the beginning…*groan*…I can’t wait for when he starts asking me questions.

Project MiniMe: Entry 0050

Ten things my 1 year old son has taught me:

1. Have squeaky shoes, will walk.

2. No squeaky shoes, no walk.

3. Tora Tiger is meant to be bitten into submission.

4. Bunny is a side dish.

5. Mobile phones are dessert.

6. Countless lessons are great, but it only takes ONE headlong fall off the bed to learn how to climb down it properly.

7. Bathwater is for drinking.

8. Pinching meaty thighs is great therapy. Never mind the bruises.

9. Booo - Refers to a dislike of a situation or item.

10. Baaa - Refers to everything else.

Tuts My Barreh!

Spotted on the internet recently, lol:

I love how the subtitles show up little cartoons of Gong Li, Camels and the Plankton, lol.

RAPE ME IN MY THIGHS!!!!

He Walks!!!!!!

Synn and I have long suspected that our little terrorist has been able to walk on his own for some time now, but has simply decided it might be more efficient to get to the items he wants to kaypoh by crawling.

And for the longest time, we’ve been torn between buying one of those annoying squeaky shoes, thereby joining the ranks of those irritating families, and not, prolonging the time he spends on the floor chasing his parents around like a lovelorn pup.

But…we caved in…and now he spends his time happily ambling around various shopping outlets, items on the shelves free for him to pick out with wild abandon.

Well…not quite, since he still would rather have one of us hold his hand.

Methinks this will change soon enough, though. Sigh.

Oh, in other news, our clever little friend has discovered how to hold his milk bottle and finish drinking the entire feed himself! Yay!

Quips Of The Day: Entry 002

Having spotted a picture of Peaches Geldof’s tattoo in today’s edition of The New Paper:

Me: Wa, who is this girl? Wtf, is her name Peaches?

Synn: Ya.

Me: Like, for real?

Synn: Ya.

Me: Her tattoo quite nice ley.

Synn: You like ar. I do for you want?

Sigh.

In case you don’t know about the daisy chain tattoo I was so enamoured of, here are a couple of pictures:

Pretty sweet tat, huh.