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she don't like feeding times. its time for a new strategy. we head down to the supermarket. we got her a new formula ~NAN. see how this one fairs. next food for missy. i was still looking for brown rice or beras ayam. what's the diff? this time i was looking for those instant ones. found them in boxes written in chinese but halal. he told me to take the Nestle cereal. no need to grind or cook. somehow he knew i went thru a lot for that small bowl. or maybe he wont have to hassle too? so i pick up a rice cereal. but i still took a pack of the instant brown rice. assuring him that no cooking is required. he answered my doubt that it should not be troblesome for me. hee thanx. then we hurried home as guests were coming...

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he had been talking to his colleagues that missy is skinny. saying we have trouble feeding her. so an experienced colleague with 3 kids, no less, will come over with his family. his wife works at a clinic. so she knows a thing or two bout formulas or feeding. she may get samples for us.

they arrive when missy was doing a symphony. i was in the kitchen getting the wares ready. soon the symphony reaches its climax. missy was in his colleagues arm now to his wife. she came in the kitchen but didnt allow me to hold her. she demanded for Gripe water as missy's tummy was hard. to feed her with a syringe by the corner of her mouth, she instructed. the smphony goes on. obviously missy never react well to strangers. i learnt that since she was 2months old. five mins later she pass her to me. missy calm down soon after. she instructed me to rub minyak telon on her tummy and feet. then she exchange tips on diaper changing, formulas and feeding. she mix cereal in her kids milk at every feeding. jadi kenyang..

then as missy got quiet. their kids were in the spotlight. my house is not child friendly. boys will be boys. they grab everything they see. one is 5yrs old. spongebob dvd and a drawing book will keep him busy. its the 18mth old that got me laughing. its scary but i want my 18mth old to drive me crazy too.. hee.. then complain and cry.. wahaha... their mom took missy again. this time missy fool around with them. she said missy just wants company. she saw how cold he was to missy. she suggested that daddy should learn to talk to baby more often. soon it was time for missy to go to bed. she taught me to put vicks on her chest. also to wash missy's face to rid any 'spiritual stuff'. like something she saw. or something ppl say.. thats about it. they left soon after.

i am not offended by her actions. its just that i heard them too many times. in fact i just put down the phone with my grandma. she asked if i got any holy water from my uncle?

i accept the fact that missy is a fussy baby. but i also believe that all my work and his is worth it. for all the smiles and laughter she gave is priceless... we just have to sabar...

C'caine