My little potato pie dah baik dari demam selsema :) Alhamdulillah. He lost a little bit of weight though. Kesian dia. Otherwise he is back to his cheery self! And clinging to Mummy like a little kangaroo as much as ever. Now dia tak boleh kalau kelibat Mommy hilang, sebok dia terjerit-jerit.
Do you know what he calls me? N.E.N.E.N or NEN for short. When he wants to feed he goes, NENEN! NAK! NEN NEN! Because he is such a little genius, sometimes he assimilates the two words and calls me NEK! Ha ha ha ha ha h ahha ... He calls his father DaDa and sometimes DiDi.
Now he gets up real early, at 5.45 in the morning. So he acts like a little alarm clock waking us all up. But he does not wake us up with crying. Usually he will slap my face (yeahhh, that's how much he loves me!) and place a wet kiss on my face. Then he laughs.
He can pull himself in a standing position now but he needs to hold on to something for support. He is now 11 months old. Next month he will turn ONE!
Little as he is, he really knows how to manipulate his 'privilege' as the youngest one. He will right out bully his brothers and the bullied brothers very graciously give in! Ha, except for his Abang Long of course. Not taking any nonsense from nobody - but he loves the little munchkin all the same. BabyAzan is the brothers' favourite source of affection. And all of them refer to him as "MY BABY".
Ammar: Mommy, thank you for giving me 'my baby'!
Adam: Mommy Mommy! 'My baby' so hungry. Why you tak give him nenen?
AbgLong: Bukan! Azan is 'my baby'. Saya punya lah Mommy.
I Rest My Case.