Take a closer look at the 'main lounge' of my house..D&M find it very cozy but it hasn't got enough attraction as all of my toys, and the tv, and the PC are all upstairs. This area is normally occupied had there been guests dropping in and to yik-yak and having light refreshment.
Cik Lina , Abang, Damia, Kak Afrina and Mommy striked their pose besides me before going for a wedding invitation.

Since D&M did not get me a push-toy, I saw this rattan chair somewhere in the room and I thot hmm.. that could be the alternate push-toy, howzat. Few days later I renamed it push-and-pull-toy as I have acquired that other important skill. Whenever I got bit wearied, I got down on my knees. So far the chair has been so kind so as not toppling on my head.

Happy Birthday Daddy! Wow...4 nice candles stood above the raspberry topping cake...that's daddy's favorite cake - yogurt cheese cake. I kinda like it too. I was so fascinated then and thereafter I made it hard for Daddy to slice it. Thanks Mommy for buying daddy the beautiful cake. I am sure Mommy (or Daddy) will get me a better looking cake for my birthday.

Although I can claim myself as photogenic, the idea of putting me on a high-chair smack amongst the plants at the gardens made me wonder if people should compare me with the surrounding, or if the backdrop ie plants seemed larger than me.

Not too bad as at the end, daddy explained that this garden is named "Faris Garden" after all. Hmm..I reckon that's a twisted way of saying the toil of weeding , pruning, watering et al will be waiting.

Luckily Daddy wore an orange colored shirt, else both of us would be insignificant.

Me and D&M would pledge to come down and do some weeding and what-nots in the garden once a wee, and what better day than doing it on sunday.

Clinging to daddy's feet while I was perfecting , errr.. making early moves on my balancing abiliy. I can safely say I need to say hooray to 2-months-long of no refluxes, coughing, wheezing , all those thangs that keep D&M shuttled back and forth to either klinik Medi nur, Klinik Suraya, SDMC, and two or three more almost weekly. Pheww, not to mention that creepy hose them nurses probed into my throat like my throat is some kinda sink pipes. That hell hurts!

I seldom fancy to be sowewhat locked in this cage. Now that I am in I managed to practice my teethering along the brink of the cot to test the strength of my limbs, ie how long I could stand and how far I could walk not without aid of course.

I joined a picnic to Ulu Yam that Mommy's friends help organized. Among those present - (Aunts/uncles). Noe, Dadzil, Kobis and Family, Safani and Family. Mommy lost her way a bit while going here, and in the midst of it all, I managed to doze off, right until about half an hour after we have started to bunk it at the picnic area.

The place is cool with streaming water from the river, ample place to put a large camping gear, a table for makan-makan, and large enough extra space to put my lil stroller. Daddy was seen here eating noodles and nasi lemak. Mommy made a caramel cheese cake for the occasion.

As I can recollect I was doing very OK with the waters of Gunung Ledang, however I failed miserably this time around. Maybe the fats around my thigh and feet have been reduced and now I could feel the shocking chill of the waters. I went wailing like chinamen chanting the dead body, and I managed to get daddy get up from his slumber in the tent.

Savoring the food daddy fed me using chopstick. The food was in fact kuehtiow goreng and it was mildly hot. See how I have progressed in terms of what range of food I can consume. Whenever daddy or mommy put some put on the table, I would like to try it. Tastes good or otherwise is immaterial. I want to have the taste of them all. I have no real regimented meal pattern, just anything daddy and mommy take in I will be given a sharing.
D&M often took pride that their DS has considerably good appetite.

From now on Faris proverbially writes his own blogs, so "I" is being used instead of "Faris". Here goes Faris creative writing:

I know the ball is kind of big but it is rather light and easy to be rolled around the room. Then the ball often landed onto daddy's or my head and it bounced nicely, then I can't help but roaring with laughter, as the sight of it all seems like one of those Charlie Chaplin movie clips.

I would by now learn how to pass the ball to daddy if he so desires, but somehow it swirled to a wrong direction..phew! When daddy has more stamina, he would held me and have me kicking the balls..ohh how I lurved it.

Faris no longer wants to be seated tucked on the lap, or worse, onto the carseat. He would want to explore what are those buttons on the dashboard, what is that thing jutted out in what we all term as gear, what are the stuffs inside mummy's handbag. The list goes on and on and Faris is the treasure hunter in his own right.

Joining Mommy in the prayer. Only thing Faris was doing it in freestyle.

At Atok JB's garden


Celebrating Mommy's birthday. Faris was held by Bibik.