There are some nites when lolly and I have private parties. Just me and her. Exclusive okeh? (like anyone would wanna join in)
First she wakes and I'd already have her drink of martini on stand by at around 1a.m.
She stretches herself a bit cos she has been hibernating the whole day. She opens her eyes, blinks them as part of her exercise routine. And she smiles. (everybody - please awwwwww as sound effect)
She then is ready for her martini. She sucks from the bottle, and stares intensely at me, thinking " oh my mommy is so pwettty" (possible if compared to kakak).
She gets squirmish and I know she needs to be burped. I put her straight up, and she starts stepping on my tummy, lurching forward like a little Joey. And her mouth forms a big 'O', making her too cute.
After a while, I put her down again lest she over exerts herself. I talk gibberish to her. Mostly about Old Mcdonald who has a black sheep whose best friend is the itsy bitsy spider.
She then gets bored and demands to do her exercise again. And she uses all her might to stand on my tummy, using it as a trampoline to jump up and down.
Truth be told, I super layan her because she sleeps like 23 hours a day. Ok, maybe she is more wakeful when it's kakak's shift. But 20 hours of sleep is still a lot.
Like mother, like daughter? Heh..
Ok tonights party is about to begin. Let me concoct the martinis with olives. And oh yeah...crank up the volume of 'Old McDonald version 2011'.