my little barnacle

my little barnacle firmly attaches herself to my tummy every night at 9.30pm and no matter how you try to shake all 10 kgs off, she cannot be moved. I wonder if my gastric juices sound like womb sounds that lull her to sleep. every night when i hear baby snores, i extricate my barnacle, ever so gently, to her own little mattress, where she spends the rest of the night (hopefully)asleep dreaming of baa baa sheep and twinkle stars.
Before she sleeps though, there is always the prelude of must-do activities, which include handstands, headstands, long circuitous renditions of the above songs, kicking little feet into the air and thumping them down, jumping on the bed and my tummy, telling her own version of the david and goliath story (she does it with sound effects,and the starting word of each sentence coupled with very dramatic actions such as the giant being attacked by david, david pointing in fear at the giant, ladies clapping and cheering etc) and finally ordering daddy and mummy to sleep. "mummy gao gao ju" (grandpa's baby cantonese talk for sleep).
while it is a very long 1 hr of bedtime wind-down (or wind-up dedending on how you see it), these are the precious moments that will be etched in my memory when she grows up and would rather text messages to friends or use the MSN (or whatever equivalent in 10 years time) then cuddle in bed with me. so for now, I am in no hurry to move my barnacle off. she can stay on this rock for as long as she likes.