Wednesday, June 01, 2005

My 7 Months Old Baby

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Now Rizq dah masuk 7 bulan. Memang tak sabar rasanya nak tengok dia membesar. Rizq dah mula nak berdiri dengan sendiri. Mak kata mungkin Rizq akan cepat berjalan melihat dari perkembangannya sekarang. Dia terlalu manja dengan semua orang yang berada disekelilingnya...

Minggu lepas, Rizq demam. This is the first time dia dapat sakit since birth. Memang dia seorang baby yang kuat. Sungguhpun demam, dia tak merengek. Dia tak suka nak menyusahkan mummy and ddaddy dia.

Waktu tidur malam pulak, lasaknya bukan main lagi! Risau jugak one day dia terjatuh katil. So malam tadi me & hubby decided to buy tilam lipat satu. So all of us will sleep dekat depan TV. Untuk mengelakkan daripada baby terjatuh..hee...hee...


atehlaila said...

Ha..ha..ko tidur depan TV? Maid ko mesti kata..aduh..tempat tidur ku lagi "class"...

marlinabaharom said...

takut baby jatuh katil, tapi balik semalam kepala dia dah benjol...jatuh waktu mandi! bengang jer aku rasa...

'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

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and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A
time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

'Thought & Humor' by Howdy
Cyber-Humor, Cyber-Thought
Cyber-Riddles for your divertissement!!!