And so the story goes......

Once upon a time, not too long ago, a Princess was born.
She was daughter to Queenie and ermm...Kingy? Haha!
She was tiny and wrinkly and didn't look very much like a girl.
Queenie consoled herself that all babies look the same and so her Princess was just like any other baby. Bloated.

Days go by and deep in the heart of Queenie, she had one concern.
'Princess still look very much like a boy.'
So attempts to make her look feminine included donning her in pink, pink and more pink!
Slowly but surely, she was more convinced that Princess is becoming more lady-like.

All was peaceful and tranquil until one night....Queenie attended a banquet.
Queenie's cousin was getting married.
She went alone as Kingy was out in the battlefield defending his kingdom.
Sitting next to Queenie was another cousin who she has not seen for eons.
Eager to introduce Princess to Cousin, she flashed photos of Princess to Cousin.
Cousin then went..'Oh baby boy ah! Very cute!'

Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the hall!

Queenie's face went blank and looked at Cousin.
She then calmly said, 'No, she's a girl'.

Look at her, does she really look like a boy?

Granted, she does look a bit stoned but she's still very feminine what.
It seems to me that I'm not the only one with this problem.
M seems to be having this problem of her daughter not looking very feminine either.
Sigh.

Put Princess next to a boy and see what happens...

See! She's shy! But poor Dylann looks a bit terrified! She's still a girl at heart. Haha!

Anyway, this is my another attempt of making her look more like Princess.

She doesn't look very pleased.

How?! You tell me how?!

To top off the misery, I'm going back to work in another week's time!!!!
No choice, the kingdom needs me.

Three blind mice.......see how they run

The title is totally irrelevant.

Raine is 2 months old today!

I was arranging all her photos prior to posting and it just feels almost magical that a little foetus can grow into the little girl that she is today.

Sometimes, when I lay her on my tummy, I imagine her inside still.
What is her favourite position?
Does she cross her legs?
Are her arms by her side or tight against her chest?
I do miss the little wriggles and nudges but I still prefer her terrorising my days and nights.

She's now gotten into the habit of sticking out her tongue.

I certainly hope this is a passing phase.
I wish for her to be a princess and not a cheeky monkey!
I still want her to be the president's wife one day. Haha!

Before she was born, I imagine her demure like a princess.
She has to be smart and take her O-levels at 5.
She'll learn to be a real lady so that she can charm the socks off anyone.

Now, I'm still holding on to that hope except it's a little difficult.
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She kicks off her blanket within 5 minutes of me tucking her into bed.

How to be demure?
I think it's possible. Look at that smile.
Isn't she demure? Haha!