When C saw the size of this bottle, she gasped!

Can you blame ? I was speechless too! Ha ha!

It was dark in the room. Well, with the curtains drawn, even though it's only 6 in the evening, the room can be rather dim.

I walked over to turn on the reading lamp and was about to walk away when I thought I saw something in the rubbish bin. Upon closer inspection, my heart stopped for a minute and then I screamed out for C to come into the room.

She had told me earlier that she cut her hair and I thought she said she wanted to have her hair trimmed so I casually commented that Grand Mummy could do it this Sunday.

Mummy : Cheryl, did you cut your hair?
Cheryl : Yes, Mummy. I told you I cut my hair just now.
Mummy : Yeah, I thought you said you WANTED to get a hair cut. That's quite a lot of hair you snipped.
Cheryl : But hair grows, Mummy.

Now she made me sound silly. Of course I know hair grows but that's not the point!

Mummy : Please don't do this again. You will look ugly if you cut off too much of your hair.
Cheryl : Okay, Mummy. But hair grows.

Vain as she is, C doesn't seem at all bothered with what she did.

The last official hair cut C received was when she was less than 1 year old and her hair has grown so long that it was getting a little troublesome to wash. Even for her soft hair, it gets tangled easily despite me using conditioner on it.

So we decided to get Grand Mummy to give her a trim and here is her new look.

Sweet, isn't she?

C has a habit of visiting the neighbours and recently, she has been coming home in different hair styles.

But I was very amused one day when I returned from work as her hair was done up in so many plaits. She was equally happy with her new look. Just look at that grin on her face and she obviously adores the camera.

At Grand Mummy's place, Aunt Diana gave C another look; one that is so demure and gentle. It will be great if C can wear this hair to school when she starts. She looks so neat and she didn't have strays to fret about.

Aunt Diana is really good, don't you think?

Ta-dah!! The finally product!

I have been such a terrible Mummy, to let C go around with a jagged-looking fringe... for months! I think Daddy must have had enough because once we reached Grand Mummy's place, he suggested that Grand Mummy gives her a trim.

So we got her ready and Cheryl, being the vain little pot that she is, sat on the stool quietly to let the job begin.

And in no time, she was looking alright again! :) Grand Mummy taught me some ropes on how to cut her hair but I told her, I didn't dare touch C's hair as it was quite bad and knowing what a ham-fist I am (I have self awareness, okay) I can't risk cutting her fringe any shorter without really mending it.

See, her fringe before the repair. It's already quite short and if I messed up, she will really look like a clown.

After the trim, she is all pretty again! And very gluey to her Daddy Dearest.

Oh, recently, she has learnt how to sulk big time and for the camera too! I told her to give me her angry look and this was what she came up with.

Fierce eh?

Ever since the time, which by the way was the only time we brought Chery to the hair dresser, Cheryl had her fringe trimmed by the professionals, she had developed a liking towards the hair dryer.

She was amazed and at the same time terrified of this little thing that could blow hot air in her face. Then once, we were out with Aunt Angie, Uncle Junming and the little darlings and Cheryl had to take her shower at their place as it was getting pretty late. After her bath, Uncle Junming was assigned the task of blow drying the girls' hair. Oh, after that, there was no stopping Cheryl...

I do not use the hair dryer so guess what our little spark came up with?

Her mobile fan became the improvised hair dryer! I caught her in the act of "drying" her hair!

Lately, Cheryl's been on a diet. She does not like to take her lunch and dinner properly. She will eat several mouthfuls and when she does not want them anymore, she will just spit them out. She will not even hear of you telling her to eat them. She will just close her eyes or turn her head away.

The only thing she wants is her milk. She can finish her milk and 10 minutes later, ask for milk again. Daddy said she is making up for all the milk that her mummy didn't take and I thought so too.

Believe it or not, she is still waking up to ask for milk. Once, I gave her water instead of milk and she drank all 210ml of it! Yes, she emptied the bottle and I immediately felt guilty as I wondered if she was really hungry. The following night, she woke up and I told her that I would give her water again. She only took a little and went back to bed. The third night, she would not take "no" for an answer and cried for her milk so I gave in.

Last night, she was whimpering and making noises but I told her to go to bed. It took her a while to quieten down and finally sleep again but at least it showed that it was possible for her to go without her milk. I will try again tonight. Wish me luck!

Oh, this is probably how Cheryl will look like if her hair was permed! Hmm... I don't really like it; and neither does Daddy. Actually she got this look as her hair was up in plaits the entire day. I brought her to the mirror and when she saw herself and the new hair do, she burst out laughing!

Daddy commented that Cheryl's fringe is getting a little too long and the hair is getting into her eyes. The last time, Cheryl went for a hair cut was when Daddy had his. Just a little trim cost us $5 and Daddy was saying maybe we should do it ourselves the next time.

This morning, I thought, "Hmm, why not?" So I put Cheryl on her changing table and got ready the stuff. She was really good and obedient and when I told her to close her eyes, she did just that and she sat really still through out the whole ordeal.

Okay, I got a little big-headed; I am so not qualified to be a stylist. But this is my first attempt! I will get better, I hope.

I came back from work and got the surprise of my life!

Cheryl's hair is now long enough to be tied and she looks so different. I could not stop smiling.

Cheryl turns 8 months old today. I had plans to go out shopping for Christmas gifts but when I put her down for her morning nap, I realised that she was running a fever. Immediately, I sponged her. I wanted to bring her to the doc but she was very sleepy.

Finally, when she had a temperature of 39 degree celcius, Aunt Diana and Juliana told me to bring her down to KKH. I was right at the door steps of the doc but I turned back and hoped into a cab.

Daddy met us at the hospital as he was out.

During the checkup, Cheryl was cranky and cried miserably. I felt totally helpless. But it was a relief when the doc told me that everything was okay. She had viral infection which was very common amongst young children.

Cheryl's fever subsided soon after and she was back to her bubbly self. We passed by a shop; they make calligraphy brushes out of baby's hair. I had been wanting to go to that shop forever, so I told Daddy that we would do the brush there.

Cheryl was very cooperative during the hair trim and was even babbling away, much to the amusement of the staff.

oh, by the way, I found out that she is finally teething! I saw two white "stain" on her lower gums. Finally, after so many months of waiting! Haha, I am more anxious than Cheryl, I think.

Here are some pictures of Cheryl; after her first official hair cut. Seriously, I think she looks like a boy now.

More pictures of Cheryl's new hairdo.

Looks like my precious girl's got curly and wavy hair. The curls look really good on her now so I am hoping that they will also look good on her when she grows older. But Grandmummy said that she has a "firey" temper because of the curls. Hmmm... I am keeping my fingers cross and praying that this is just old wives tales.