Tigger Happy

During my last visit to the baby doctor, mom and dad decided to get me a book to entertain myself with. It's a Tigger book with a hand puppet sticking out. I was so excited to read it, but I think dad enjoys it more when he reads to me. The hand puppet is a tricky thing to maneuver though, especially since you can't really do much with it stuck to the book. Dad loves to improvise with movements for the puppet.

I've started watching dvd's too of baby einstein and the like. They're great! I have to make sure I concentrate though, cause I get really distracted with some toys on the bed. Here's a picture of me with my Tigger book -- don't you think it looks nice?

Cereal Killer

Right after I turned six months, mom and dad introduced me to my first solid foods -- Gerber bottled mashed vegetables and fruits and later Nestle' Cereals for big babies.

This is a very exciting new experience for me. I specially love Nestle' cereals! I enjoy their mixed vegetables, sweet potatoes, squash and their other sticky flavors.

I think there' some drug mixed into these cereals, though. I go ballistic every feeding time. I scream my lungs out at Yaya when she's too slow preparing my bowl of cereals or shoving the next spoonful into my mouth. After just a mouthful, I go gaga and do the cereals dance -- bob my head, stomp my feet, extend my arms and swing them up and down. And oh, I attack the spoon when it comes to six inches from the tip of my nose.

For these unbaby and unlady like behavior at meal time, mom has called me the Cereal Killer.

The down side about my going gaga over cereals -- my mom worries -- is my reduced intake of milk. I now find milk a bit boring and only want it when I'm really sleepy.

I will soon post pictures of me eating my favorite cereals so you'll see how wild I get over them. I'm sure my friends Gia and Rianna also love cereals .

I hope I can try other real food soon! I can't wait to sink my teeth into Kare-kare, which cousin Kat says was her favorite when she was just three years old. In the meantime, let me blow my top off, "YAYAHHHH! I want my CEREAAAALLLLSSS!!!

Teething footies

It has been some time since I last posted a blog. My mom has been having problems with getting my new pictures on-line, and so, my new cuter and more exciting pictures are not yet ready for viewing.

It has been an endless battle now with me and daddy for my various teethers. You see, after my first two lower incisors came out, I still have not stopped drooling. I tend to grab any available object (but i'm really fascinated with colorless or white items) in the bed and use it as a teether. Very recently, I realized that I had the best teether available on hand -- i mean on foot -- i mean my foot! They are such delicious toes and can be made teethers when there is no teether available. Of course daddy frowns upon this act, but I love it.

I guess, they will just have to be ready with my official teethers - I have a carrot-shaped teether, an ice cream shaped one and alphabet letters. Otherwise, its footy teething for me. Bwahahaha!!!

Daddy Look Alike?

For a long time now, Daddy has been insisting and trying to convince everyone that I look like him.
A month ago, he brought me to his office in Makati where he paraded me around five levels, trying to get a concensus on our "likeness". Only one out of a hundred agreed -- and reluctantly so -- to any resemblance.

Now I think I know why Daddy insists that we look alike. First and foremost, I have a cute nose. His nose is big and always gets in the way of me kissing him. It's so huge I can hold on to it with my two hands. Secondly, I have nice, soft two-shaded brown hair. Daddy has two shades of hair color-- one black, the other not so black. Well add another color that's growing in numbers-- white. So I guess he'd love to say I have his two-toned hair too. Thirdly, I have very fair skin. Daddy is not dark, but he's not so fair too. He'd like to think he may have been as fair as me when he was a child. And last but not the least, Daddy and I have the same gray-brown eyes.

Don't worry daddy, our similarities will be more evident soon, we'll show them ... especially when I'll outgrow mom and I become as tall as you. :)