Daddy measured me on 30th July and he praised me for growing so well, 67cm!! Mummy has been tracking my growth, plotting them on the chart against the WHO standard. heard Mummy exclaimed when she told Daddy that I'm like above the 100th percentile. Woohoo..I'm a tall girl and I'm determined to join Daddy for his marathon/biathelon/triathelon.. I'm a Daddy's girl.
Look, I can hold my head up too. Everyone has been telling me that I have strong bones and neck. Of course right, Mummy's milk is rich in all kinds of nutrients and anti-bodies. I used to fuss about tummy time, but I'm enjoying it now. I'm trying hard to flip over from back to tummy, and Mummy has been giving me a lot of encouragement as she helps to roll me over. Oh, I'm also learning how to crawl. Mummy will bend my knees and place her hands against my feet as I kick and push myself forward. This is so much fun..
Other than the physical training, it is also important to exercise my eyes and brain. So whenever I'm in the mood, Mummy will bring out the flash cards and wave them at me. She makes Daddy do the same too. I wonder why I get all excited when I look at the black and white images.
Erm, this doesn't seem right.. I've been sitting in my Bumbo for quite some time now. I'm getting bored. Where's my entertainment?? Where's my milk??
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