Note from the Editor:
This is the first of the new and delightful fortnightly series, “Looking through Levi’s Eyes”. In this series, we take a step out of our own size XXL shoes, and venture into a whole new world from a whole new perspective, from the quaint and quirky point of view of the little one.
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Hello, my name is Levi Benjamin Matara-Ng. You might remember me as the child of a strange man called John Ng. Yes, that’s right; for six months he shared his excitement and observations with all of you. Now, that makes every one of you even stranger than John Ng – you were reading about me when I didn’t even exist!
Here’s a thought – did you know I have my own calendar and schedule? I am extremely uncooperative, stubborn and inflexible. I operate on my own time and expect everything to be presented before me in an error and fuss-free way. Everything is Now! Now! Now! You know, if I were the CEO of some young upstart, I would probably be public listed within a year, become a global brand name within three and retire by the age of 35. Now try telling that to my folks! They would be rapt!
Fortunately I have two very capable and remarkably intelligent employees – the above mentioned John and his sidekick, Michele. They were hired seven weeks ago when I was born into this hustle and bustle of a world called Home. Of course I hired them because of their good looks, but even more so because they presented me with very interesting resumes and have shown a remarkable ability to adapt and respond to my needs. I am, after all, the CEO of Home.
40 days is a long time under any circumstances. I have outgrown my 0000 tops and moved on to 000, ditched the newborn nappies and moved on to the infant stage and have begun to display tremendous physical attributes and potential only my ridiculously good looking employee John could have given me. Yes, I’m growing all right!
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I spent the first five days of my life sleeping in a glass bowl, feeling like a goldfish. To compound my misery, I wake up every morning looking at how long my name is and how small I really am. Life sucks!
Now that I have been magically transported to this bright and noisy sports arena called Home, I often wake up to the hulking images of my two competent employees looking down at me. Hmph, what impudence! I’m the CEO here!
Just to prove I really am the CEO of Home, I sport a pair of good-fitting glasses which frames my face really well. I was five weeks old then.
Even at eight days of age I was showing enormous potential as a CEO; got my hands behind my head with not a worry in a world. Chilling out is what I do best, and I could already hold my gaze at my employees for several seconds before losing interest. Bliss!
It took my employees all of three weeks before they took me out of Home. There is so much pressure at work so it’s nice to have a day off. We went shopping that day! Here’s my male employee John shuttling me around in a very attractive, limited edition denim Babybjorn baby carrier. Only the best for the CEO! Unfortunately, I was so small my body parts barely peeked out from the carrier, which elicited a constant stream of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from other ladies. Much to my male employee John’s delight.
I am constantly bombarded by new sounds and images, which fascinates me at every waking moment. Bright lights and soothing sounds captivate me. I have this new thing where I just do nothing, and my employees go mashed potato on me. What’s wrong with adults? Don’t they have any backbone? I want to be left alone!
While posing with chocolates and Mr Easter Bunny at four weeks of age, somebody made a Benjamin Button comment about me, which puzzles me somewhat, since I look nothing like a button.
There’s a strange creature living at Home with me. My employees call him ‘Toby’ and he’s the most curious thing. Is he a baby, like me? He walks on all fours. He talks funny though, using a primitive language to communicate. And he has a long extension on his bum-bum. Do I have a long extension on my bum-bum? Are we brothers?
At five weeks I'm able to hold my gaze and keep my head up for awhile before it gets all droopy again. Here my female employee Michele reckons a preppy combdown of my hair best completes my look; I had just been fed at The Milk Bar so that's a look of satisfaction!
My little hands have discovered the joys of begging for food. Through the sheer power of my lungs and some begging, my employee Michele always finds time to drop me off at The Milk Bar. It’s the best restaurant in the world. It’s open 24 hours, the food is great and service impeccable. Outstanding!
My employees would probably disagree but time does fly. I have spent the first 40 days of my life crying, feeding, sleeping and demanding a change of clothes or nappies. Somewhere in there is about 20 minutes of play time each day before it’s back to the same routine again.
Life is so easy when I’m this adorable. My employees are still a little green behind the ears but I reckon they’re quick learners and have adapted to my needs. They are after all, trying to prove their worth to me so I shall make it difficult for them in the next few months.
More crying, extra feeding, less sleeping and more playtime! My employees shall not get any rest! Watch this space!
