Sarung Boy

I was swaddled like 'bak zhang' since born, I feel very secure just like in mummy's womb.
But the weather was so hot that I could not take the heat especially my back. Imagine I slept most of the time and I could not move myself. (Go and try then you will understand my feeling.)

On the third week, I rejected to sleep on bed. I need mummy to carry me to sleep. When they put me on the bed, then I will start to cry and cry. So Mummy, Ahma and Daddy had to take turn to carry me. Even though I was not giant baby, carry me for up to few hours can be tiring as well.What they worry the most is if they stumble and drop me down accidentally then how.

So end up, they decided to buy me sarung.

Mummy said I slept quietly and sweetly when they put me into sarung.

I am addicted to sarung. I need mummy to ‘yao and yao’ everyday.

When they stop ‘yao yao’, then I will make noise.
I do not want them to yao yao only, I also want them to sing or talk to me. So even mummy bought a motor sarung, they still need to company me all the time.No way they can escape.
I am very demanding!!

Mummy, Daddy and Yiyi always “yawn” and feel sleepy when they ‘yao yao’ and sing to me.
Hello there, I am the one in the sarung not you.
How can you all sleep before me.