First Things First
Okay, okay, I know… long time no see. This sentence begin to appear at each one of my posting, but Mama said she’s busy. The minute she’s at home, she’s busy with me, and the minute she’s at work, she’s busy with… well, work.
Anyway, this past 1,5 months, there are many firsts for me. My first swim for an instance. Having an efficient couple as my parents, I was brought to Bude’s appartment for my first swim. Mama and Papa thought I was only going in to the pool for 15 minutes, why bother to go to public pool which isn’t gratuit (now you know what I meant by efficient). So, one sunny Sunday, we went to Bude’s. And after preparing me, Oom Wira took us out to the pool. BUT! The minute we walked out of the door, BIG and SCARY wind thrown at us. I clutched Mama tightly. What is this? Why is it so cold and windy? Well, er, because it’s strong wind of course, trapped between tall building so it goes circling around. But Papa and Mama braved me. Papa went in to the pool first, then Mama handed me to him. No, no, no, no, no! This was not funny at all. It’s so windy and cold, and the water was icy cold too. I clutched Papa tightly. Why, Pa, why? I thought swimming supposed to be fun. Then Bude came and took pictures. And Mama splashed water to my back, brrr. I hug Papa more tightly. Brrr! Then Mama remembered our camera and screamed at Sus Isah to bring the camera to her. But, sorry, Ma, it’s too cold for me. So Papa got me out of the water the minute Mama’s looking for the camera. Anyway, forgetting the camera, Mama instantly wrapped me in my towel and we ran, seeking the safety of the building. The minute we were in the building, pffiuuhh… that’s better, warmer. So, that’s the story of my first 5 minutes swim. I hope next time will be better.
Another first time for me was my first “Mam-ma”. I love to scream and shriek now. I will go, “Iiiiiiiiii!” in high pitch tone when I don’t like something. But I love to go, “Mmmmm” too. One sunny Sunday (this is a different sunny Sunday from the one we went swimming), I was home from somewhere (I think it was PIM, since I’ve never been anywhere else), and drink heavily from Mama. After sated, I look at her and say, “Mmm-mmm-mama.” to the delight of my proud parents. Papa laughed loud, and asked to say that again, so I said it again, “Em-ma-mama.” Great! They kissed me and told me I’m a very clever boy, which of course I am. But then, I forgot to say the “mam-ma thingy” for about 2 weeks. So, Mama keep repeating the word for me. Thank God, I remember how to say it again and now my favourite shriek will go like this: “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! Mmmmm… em-ma-mama!” Then Mama will say, “Yes, Mika? This is Mama.” Duh, Ma, I know who you are!
And my first time being scolded. See, last week was hell for me. I had some flu, hidung meler, and I went to Dokter Tiwi (who’s now calling herself “Tante Tiwi”, a cause of my charming self, but for you guys who’s waiting impatiently for another word about my love life–na-ah, I stop loving her, that torturing doctor who’s shot me everytime I see her! No matter how beautiful and intelligent she is, I won’t be fooled again!) and had another DPT/HiB shot and Polio vaccination. It was awful-awful-awful. I can’t breathe and the shot was terrible. I screaaaaaaaam! HEEEEELPP! But, then I was cranky the whole week. I scream and cry the whole days. And when my flu was gone the next week, I keep my cranky mood, just for fun. One day, Mama had it, and she said, “Mika, stop it! I don’t want to hear about it anymore!” I look at her, and at her eyes, and listening to the tone of her voice. What is this? She’s mad at me? No, no, no, no, no! I can’t bear this. See, Ma, I don’t want to look at you. Nanana… you can say anything, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to look at you. So in the end, Mama kept circling Sus Isah, who’s holding me, and I keep turning my head here and there, as long as I don’t have to see Mama.
But that night I had another first BIG thing, my first enlightment. You know, I’ve never had anything aside ASI these past 6 months (well, beside some honey, some keng hong san, and some formula at the very first month), but my parents already bought me a high chair as a preparation for feeding me in another 2 weeks. Dokter Tiwi already gave Mama permition to give me taste preparation. She said I can taste papaya and orange. But, looking at me sitting in my high chair and looking at the dishes on the table that night, Mama asked, “Do you want some, Nak?” (Nak = son). There’s clear soup that night, so Mama took some, and give it to me. The minute the brooth touch my taste buds, it was… heaven! O MI GOD, I didn’t know anything could taste like this! I put the biggest grin my my face. It was, oh so… oh so good! Oh! God! I can’t describe the feeling… the taste… Oh, well. Mama laughed so loud, that made Papa ran downstairs and asked what happened. So, Mama demonstrated what happened with giving me the second spoon of broth. Again I smile, BIG-biggy-smile. And Papa and Yangti and Yangkung laughed too. So, Mama took a bowl and giving me at about 30 ml of brooth, spooning little by little for me. Ah, ah, ah, something this tasty and you’ve been giving me all those ASI all this month? Ck, ck, ck… But the minute, I finished my brooth, and found out there’s no refill, I think my seat belt which in shocking orange more interesting.
So, that’s some of my first-thing-first, and let’s hope Mama have more time to update next time! Bubye!
