by ike mimi
All of us love babies. They're such a bundle of joy, so enjoy your baby!
Sleeping while eating, laughing out loud when scolded. I can't imagine what's in his
mind. He screamed like a monster, whenever he want something really bad. I
surrendered and gave in. He think the world evolved around him, and he is the King
in every situation. Babies are like God, because they keep testing our patience.
While I'm resting infront of the T. V, he came to hug and kissed me. My heart melted
as I saw his big sparkling eyes. His smile is inviting and so sincere but suddenly,
he bite! Oh God, how do I understand? It's all in a flash! Sometimes he's cute and
attention grabbing, sometimes he's a monster in disguise!
Junior is the only baby in the house. We call him 'little Boss', because he's in
command most of the time. He would kicked the ball around the house, not minding
what had been destroyed. He ran from the kitchen to the living room, and scattered
all his toys on the floor. Junior, my biggest headache! Once I kept searching for his
milk bottle, and it's nowhere to be found. He cried for milk, and I'm totally frustrated
about the whole thing, so I went to a nearby shop to get a new bottle. I fed him and
little Boss dozed off to sleep.
The next day, I did my daily routine; vacuuming the entire house, mopped the
floor, do the bed, clearing clutters, and I'm ready to do the laundry next. I hissed as
I looked at the dirty laundry in the basket, as it is the thing I hate to do most. I on
the washing machine, two scoops of washing agent, and I grabbed a pile of clothes
and throw it in. While waiting, I made myself a cup of tea, and little Boss is busy
scribbling on the wall without me knowing. Suddenly, the machine stopped after a
loud noise, and it shake like there's an earthquake, and it stopped again. Little
Boss got scared and came to me with a pen marked scribbled on his face. That is
how I knew he's the artist that had drawn all those circles and odd shapes on the
wall that day.
I off the machine open it up, and what do I saw? I looked at little Boss in anger;
he gave me the pen and smiled. I told him " Junior, here's your bottle that I look for
yesterday darling!" he took it and throw it to the floor.
I don't know whether to shout or cry or kill myself, and for my laundry; I have to do it
all over again.