This ongoing project doesn't only rob me from my usual peace of mind (there are tonnes of stuff to work on), but also forced me to work on weekends. My freaking precious weekends - but the good stuff bout all of these - I could get a day off to replace my working weekend whenever I like. I'd always have a full plate at work whilst struggling to work on stuff that I didn't know exist, like honestly, I initially didn't know half of the stuff that I'm currently working on. Now that they are finally growing on me, I can breathe easily.
Despite the expected stress, I like being productive, knowing at the end of the day, my time at work is well spent. Like if I have nothing to do, lagi best la duduk rumah je kan?
Moving on, I came back home from work on Saturday to a pile of neatly folded laundry - which is awesome. C*** might not be the most romantic other half in the universe, like heck, he is hardly romantic but this little gesture counts. For me, someone folding and loading the laundry is romantic, because he knows how I detest folding and my folding sucks. Just like how he hates to dry out the laundry so I hafta do it for him. That's how we roll in the household baby. :P
Yea, when I detest something it shows and there's no point of telling me otherwise. I'm an open book, transparent, know what I'm willing to do and what I'm not when it comes to relationship, I think it makes loving me pretty much easier.
Moving on, to-date, Myra has been sent to the playschool twice last week. She loves it. She didn't even shed a tear during the 1st day - but, yea there's a but - she's been pretty moody during the 2nd day. I reckon it's the flu (which I thought was the normal morning flu, ya know malam-malam adelah super sejuk in our neighborhood) - as she's extra clingy when she's pretty under the weather. We shall wait until she's cold-free before sending her to the playschool again - we don't want her to be spreading the virus to other kids right?
So yea, the 1st day she came back without her bottle - which didn't bother me much since we have tonnes of bottles at home, but on the 2nd day, she came back without her toiletries bag and horse(it's a rainbow-colored horse soft-toy). We are lucky that she's not too attached to any of her toys, else guess who hafta knock on the playschool door asking for the horse to be returned?
The toiletries bag, well, I shall ask for it to be returned on a daily basis later tho I've chuck out all the 'weird' toiletries stuff and replaced em with a more generic one - like replacing Myra's leave on hair conditioner with a J&J baby oil.
Why, you ask? During the 1st day, she came back looking like a baby lion. Rambut kembang-kembang okies. C*** went on saying that they probably didn't know what the conditioner is for. So I went ahead and replace it with the baby oil (tho OCD me cringed at the thought of baby oil on my baby's hair) and the little one came back home on the 2nd day with a better looking hair. *sighs*
I'm refraining myself from sounding like a kiasu mummy. So yea, replacing the 'weird' stuff with the more generic ones is the way to go. I don't think that I should go and give em 'How to groom my daughter 101' lesson kan?
The working mum's dilemma.
Life has been pretty hectic lately.
What with the ongoing project at work, the playschool hunt for the little one and whatnot.
Talking about work, less than 90 days more to go before the go-live date and sometime next week, I shall resume my long abandoned graveyard-shift. Like seriously, I couldn't even recall when was the last time I came for a midnight deployment, probably months ago.
Hopefully I could still stay awake at 2am to do the job as I'm sooo used to conk out before 11pm these days. Katil is my friend.
Ya see, I'm rather lethargic during this 2nd pregnancy, age is probably catching up with me. I used to be able to stay awake for days. Sekarang tidak lagi. T_T
On a lighter note, it seems like I have to drag C*** to come along with me tho I'm not much of a scaredy cat - but ya know, I like having him around (tho I'd be busy with work on hands and he hafta find a way to entertain himself) and for safety reason obviously. It's 2 am not 2pm, heck, sometimes it's not even safe tho it's during the pm :P.
Moving on, we finally decided to send the little one to playschool next year and I've been searching high and low for the 'right' one. Let's not go into my definition of 'right'. It might take days for me to explain, but to cut it short, I just want her to be somewhere safe where she could learn, play and make friends.
If ya ask me, I don't bother much bout the educational bit, she's 2. She has years and years ahead for that. I don't mind if she can't read at 3 - I couldn't read until I was 5, me think. So yea, what's the fuss kan? Sekarang baca Java codes pon pandai. :P
Anyway, after much searching and visiting on my side. We decided to send her to an Islamic Montessori playschool which is just a few minutes drive from our place. We went there few weeks ago and I have a good feeling about it tho it's not as famous as the international Islamic Montessori that we initially wanted to send the little one to (since they ran out of space for full day program in every freaking center that I went to, so I gave up).
I also short-listed another Islamic Playschool, but after a discussion with the PIC, I couldn't help but think that they are actually missing the essential essence of a playschool - their program is on the serious we-mean-business part, more of the formal kindergarten type. They even have a strict assessment thingy-magicy after each of the modules - don't get me wrong, I think that their program is great but probably way too serious for a 3 year old. I might revisit those stuff once my little one is older.
Anyway, back to the chosen playschool. I like the various activities that they are doing for the kids and the kids seems to be genuinely happy - I stalked their FB and they have tonnes of daily activities pictures posted on em (but C*** was like, "of coz they won't post up pictures of the kids crying " T_T yea, you got a point there mister. ).
Owh,the principal herself is friendly and she wasn't trying to be pushy about the enrollment which is a brownie point.
I also like the fact that they are handling the kids in a small group with a good teacher:kid ratio, 1:5. I mean, kalau satu group tu 10 orang - especially for toddlers, pengsan lah cikgu nak jaga. My little one alone is pretty handful.
So yea, I do hope she will be well taken care of, after all, she's my amanah from Allah and from me to them, and I'd always pray for her safety and happiness. Kalau tidak, siap! ha ha. Dah standby dah lawyer kat rumah.(Hi little brother, adek kesayangan! *waves*). :P
Owh, it was my other half's 30th birthday last Sunday (Happy birthday love!). After stocking up on the groceries in the morning, we sneaked out for a quick birthday date aka shopping spree when the little one was asleep. Well, I have to admit that C*** is a better shopping partner when he doesn't have to juggle between handling a 2 year old and shopping. We even had time for desserts before going back home. We should do it again sometimes C***. ;)
The weekend was pretty eventful for me. We managed to stock up on the groceries, stocked on my shampoos (so yea, there are like 4 shampoos in my current rotation list) and Myra's milk on Saturday, got back home by noon - but I somehow managed to tick the steamed fish off my craving list by whipping em up myself just in time for lunch.
God knows how satisfying it was - tho honestly I have no idea how it tasted like. I'm still having this bad flu-cough thingy ya see? So my taste is pretty much impaired, for me, it might be salty,spicy or sweet, but nothing much in between.
I even made a pot of sweet wheat porridge (bubuq gandum yo!) in the morning - regardless of not knowing how it gonna turn out, but due to its no-brainer recipe, I guess it didn't turn out bad, it could be either creamy and sweet or creamy and too sweet, which could be fixed easily.
So yea, will absolutely cook up a batch again, right after I regain my taste. What with the rainy season these days, a bowl of warm sweet porridge = bliss. Absolutely my kind of comfort food.
My Saturday ended up pretty early. I conked out together with the little one after my flu med at 9PM.
On Sunday, we're up and running pretty early as C*** had to drive us all the way to KLIA for our dim sum brunch buffet. Yea, we're spontaneous just like that. :P
The dim sum spread was awesome. We had like 4 rounds of different variations of those little wonders, steamed, fried and whatnot - until the little one fell and had a small bump on her head so we had to ask for a few cubes of ice (but the kind restaurant captain gave us a bucket of em together with a pack of wet tissue). It goes without saying that when you child started crying = parents dah tak lalu makan (but we were all stuffed by then).
Luckily, the little one's tantrum was short-lived, so she had fun running around the airport (yea, she was up and running again,even after she fell flat on her face)
and we even chilled out for a bit at the viewing deck before heading back home.
Spending our time together = as happy as a clam me.
That, my friend, is truly my kind of weekend - until I realized that C***'s uniforms were yet to be ironed. T_T
So yea, it's my kind of weekend, minus the ironing (fret not C***, the ironing shall persist as long as possible, once I'm too tired to stand on my own (later) ballooned-up feet, .....sila sambung :P )
We're due for our 3rd checkup next week - so today I hafta pick up some speed and ramble on bout our previous one.
Well, this time around, we were not so lucky in the queuing department, so we ended up waiting for like 4 hours before our turn, ya C*** was with me this time - I even had to bribe him with cheese cake so he won't whine too much :P. Well, I don't blame him, my backbone almost melted from all the sitting too.
Anyway,I was due for a blood test during the 2nd checkup, so I had 2 tubes of my blood taken in for testing and got it checked for blood sugar too which was normal tho I just had a tall glass of smoothies and cheese cake 2 hours before the test. Alhamdulillah.
Owh, we also discovered the gender of our numero dos baby - after much prodding and whatnot on moi tummy, but lets not spill the beans yet - until we're really really really sure bout it. If ya ask me, the gender doesn't bother me (except when it comes to shop-for-the-baby part, but it's still too early for that). All I want is a smooth and healthy pregnancy and obviously an equally healthy baby - nothing else matters.
Talking bout the gender, we even got 2 printouts of the baby, one of it with a red circle on the genital area to further highlight the discovery. T_T
On the weight department, I gained like,hmpp...100g - my 1st weight gain throughout my 16 weeks. Since I'm not the skinny type to begin with, lemak tepu dah banyak, so my body probably refuses to store much fat this time around. Me think. Let's leave the membesar-bagaikan-johan part for later - I'm pretty awesome at that.
Since I was pretty bad at taking in the previous batch of supplements - thanks to my extreme level of gassiness, I have the tendency to puke each time I feel like burping, so yea, imagine burping after swallowing the humongous fish oil softgel. I is muntah hijau - the doc suggested me to take a glass of warm saffron honey tea every morning to ease the problem - which somewhat helps for a bit or probably, it's all in my mind.
Looking forward to the next checkup. Hopefully the blood test gonna turn out well and I do hope to get a confirmation on the gender as the year-end-sale is coming in a bit, this mummy would be glad to skip the lets-shop-for-unisex-stuff phase.
So yea, here I am, trying to pick up the pieces of whatever left of my memories - of our 1st checkup for the numero dos which was probably less than 2 months ago.
To start it off, this time around, we decided to stick with the same gynecologist, Dr. Marsita Mansor - the awesome motherly doc, tho it's obvious that we have to bear the long queue and the (almost) endless waiting time. It's most important for me to have a female gynecologist as I couldn't bear to think of it otherwise and we're thankful for the rezeki to be able to have her for the 2nd time.
The truth is, exposing myself to a male doctor when I actually have the power to choose is just beyond me. I mean, dengan Dr. Marsita herself pon I was already terkulat-kulat during some of the procedures, imagine if she's being replaced with a guy? I might pass out, not from the pain but from the utter shame.
So yea, I'm not dissing others' choice as it's absolutely a personal preference. Others have their own reasoning for whichever choice they made.
This is just me, I'm lorat just like that. (I think C*** would agree.) ;)
Lets leave out the gruesome details on how I peed on a stick like twice before finally going for the checkup.
Moving on, we went for our 1st checkup during our 10th week. Yea, we're pretty seasoned this time around and we took our time unlike the last time. We didn't run around like a headless chicken panicking and fretting on stuff that we should and shouldn't do. he he.
I was on an emergency leave that day since MIL was feeling a wee bit under the weather, so right after I brought her to the clinic, I went straight to my clinic to put my name on the queue and before noon, I drove myself and the little one to the clinic to wait for our turn as C*** was expected to show up sometime later and were to meet us there.
We(Myra & me) waited for a good hour and right after the doc came in, whaddya know? My name was actually the 1st one on the queue. I was pretty flabbergasted - so much so that I forgot to wait for C***. ha ha. Yea, we went in for the 1st checkup without him. It's just me and the little one.
So the doc was pretty surprised to see me but she was obviously pleased to finally meet Myra again after a good 2 years. We talked for a bit , counted the EDD, had my weight and blood pressure taken and later moved on to the exciting bit, the ultrasound.
When I started to lie down on the bed, Myra started crying. ha ha. She's probably scared of those scanning machine and stuff, so I pulled her up and she sat right on top of my feet whilst the doc began the scanning - so she got to watch too. :)
Looking at the little one #2 images on the screen and listening to the heartbeat was like a reality check. Like yea, I'm pregnant again, like for a real. :P
Yea, it's tough to tell yourself that you're expecting when you're yet to feel (the baby movement that is) or even look like one. (I'm currently on my 16th week now and I don't look pregnant,yet.Me think.)
Fast forward 30 minutes later, we were out of the doc office with tonnes of vitamins and a couple of pictures for the daddy - he arrived when we were already at the restaurant nearby, waiting for our lunch. Kesian daddy. Promised not to forget to wait for him next time. he he.
So we had our lunch and went back home happy. Alhamdulillah.
How's that for an ending? :P
Owh yea, let's talk about my all day sickness for a bit. It is pretty horrible compared to the 1st one. I mean, it's expected of me to feel nauseous when it comes to the smell of cooking and whatnot but I didn't expect to puke like countless times everyday even after going to the loo. Like seriously, being in the loo itself adelah membuatkan rasa nak muntah or memang muntah.
Another fun fact is, every night during the 1st few weeks, I broke up in hives on my hands and feet right after Maghrib, it was annoyingly itchy. So I'd just lay on the bed for a bit and smothered myself with mint body lotion and waited for em to subside. Myra would sometime help to pat those lotion on whilst saying "Kesiaannnnn kesiannn amii" in a tiny voice - so I was feeling pretty miserable but amused. :)
Just like the previous one. I also cannot tahan oily food - looking at em make me feel like throwing up. I cannot take anything with santan and excessive oil innit. So for the 1st few weeks I survived on breads, minimal oily food and homemade bihun sup - hence the reason why my raya was pretty boring.Ya know raya = makanan gemok berlemak tepu.
My another cannot is cleaning up after Myra when she's done with the big business. Pee I can handle. Poo cannot but when there's nobody else (especially C***) around to do it, a mother gotta do what a mother gotta do. So I'd dab a wee bit of essential oil on a towel, wrap my nose with it like a ninja and get it over with but more often that not, I'll muntah anyway.
Owh well, if this ain't love, I don't know what this is. ;)
She's a talker, a singer and a mak-nenek - all rolled into one. Yea, since she discovered the joy of talking and singing and childish-nagging, there's hardly a moment of silent when she's around - except probably during nap time. Not complaining. Her voice is music to my ears (except when I'm soooooo tired and trying to sleep and she's yet to stop singing). T_T
She's so into writing and coloring or should I say, scribbling? More often than not, she'll wake up in the (weekend) morning and goes "Mummy, jom depan, nak tulis" whilst it was still pretty dark outside and I'm trying to sleep in for a lil bit (well, it's the weekend after all).
If she's not into 'tulis' in the (weekend) morning when her parents are trying to sleep in for a bit. She'll demand to be carried out from her babycot "Mummy, out out", and after I placed her on our bed, she'll try to (pretend to) sleep for a bit before amusing herself with whatever she feels like - more often than not, she'll turn on the TV, unplug the tablet from the charger(yea, she'll switch off the charger 1st, she's her daddy's daughter, sangat berhati-hati), grab my body lotion bottle and smother her body with em etc. Self-sufficient, yes?
She's a water baby. Loves the pool and the normal bath-time still. She'll take off her own clothes, put em in the laundry basket, take off her diaper and goes "Jom shower" whilst tugging at my hand - yea, I've taught her not to go into the bathroom alone without adult supervision. Ya know, the bathroom is a dangerous place, being slippery, stocked with 1001 toiletries thingymajiggy and all.
Her favourite phrases these days include, "Nak nak nak" - especially when she's being offered something - excited, beaming face included. "Alaa..abish" - when something is finished or someone is no longer within her sight. Yeah, wrong concept sikit di situ, but she's 2, so she'll grow outta it. :P
She's still my little drama queen. When we refuse to give in to her demands, she'll fake a dizzy look (by spinning around) and drop herself on the ground, pretending to pass out - the aaaaaahhh sound (the sound as if you're falling from high places) included. If she's being carried at the moment, she'll move her head around and drop her head on our shoulder to pengsan. Anak sapa la drama sangat ni?
She loves durian (she was introduced to them whilst she was in her mummy's tummy :P) - so much so that her daddy actually brought her out for a durian-session weeks back (without me, not like I mind, I can't handle durian now, which is weird,numero dos baby don't like durian kah?). Yesterday, her daddy bought some since she couldn't stop chanting "Dulian, dulian, emm..sedap" T_T. I had to hide in the bedroom whilst they enjoy their dose of durian.
Sometime during the weekend, whilst we were at the mamak, enjoying our tandori and roti canai dinner, an old lady with a crutch passed by our table and the little one broke into song "Nenek nenek si bongkok tiga" - which left us speechless. *facepalm*
Her 1st complete sentence is probably "Alaa...tak keluar pon" whilst trying to suck on her box of juice. Yea, she uses "Alaaa.." like a lot, probably for the dramatic effect.
She still loves to twirl her hair around her little fingers and during bedtime, her curly hair alone is not enough to satisfy her twirling-need. So much so that she'll ask for a few strands of mine to twirl instead (yea, I have to place my head next to hers so that she gets an easy access to my lock.)
Sometime during the past month she developed the habit of nail-biting. Haih..why la must gigit kuku. Each time I caught her doing it, I'll make sure to remind her that it's yucky. I hope she gonna grow outta it, ya know like how she grew out of her long-time-ago-nose-picking habit. :P
She knows her body parts - elbow,shoulder,forehead,cheek,eyes,ears,head,neck,pusat(yea,belly button), kuku,ears,nose,mouth,hair,butt (otherwise known as puntoq.haha), hand, leg. The last time C*** taught her about chin and janggut. It got her a wee bit confused. Like, is that a chin or janggut? (Since both are on the same spot). :P
Her colors are still pretty basic - white,black,blue,yellow,green,pink,brown,orange,purple,red. She gonna get pretty confuse when it comes to turquoise and such. Ya know, those in-between colors. It could look like green one minute and blue the next. Owh well, those complicated colors hafta wait.
Okay baby, mummy loves you.
I'm feeling lethargic these days, hence the (long) hiatus.
This post is probably just me, learning to write again.
Let's be random for a bit.
I owe myself a couple of posts on the little one's milestones. Like, I'm so sorry for being such a lazy ass these days baby. I'll make it up to you, like err..soon?
Everything is fine at work - tho the stress is piling up for a bit since the cut-off date for the big-ass project is closing in. The project which would requires me to work on a public holiday in February. Splendid - but Alhamdulillah for a great team, we keep each other sane thru it all.
Our 2013 EID was eventful albeit being pretty short compared to the previous years. Managed to celebrate it both in Malacca and Kedah. Attended some makan-makan session (tho I did more of the food-watching rather than eating,will rant about that later), cousins' weddings and whatnot. I'm planning to have a longer break during raya haji to balik kampung and jalan-jalan for a bit. How about bercanda di pasiran pantai C***?
I desperately need a quick getaway - but it ain't happening real soon (glares at C***). Will pester the other half when the time comes.
We're pregnant!(No kidding, how's that for a random update?) Yea, we're expecting again - which is about time lah, since I'm going to welcome the big 30 next year. Must reproduce the numero dos before I turn into a fossil. Myra gonna get a little sister/brother a few weeks before she turns 3 next year (insyaAllah), perfect timing don't you think? :P
I'd like to write about my 2nd pregnancy - as I'm already well into my 2nd trimester - just like I did when I was a preggo with Myra, ya know, just to keep track on the similarities and differences. Similarities? I had many, differences pon banyak. Will try to start rambling about it, err..soon jugak.
Yet to break the news to (most) people at work tho some already knew. Yea, I'm still looking all tough outside tho I'm puking my guts out and dry retching inside (the toilet that is). The truth is, I don't like to be deemed invalid,so yea, probably the last person to know gonna be the boss, when I'm starting to show that is.
So my plan is, wrap up the big project in Feb, pop sometime in early March(& get the usual bonus, increments and whatnot at the end of it) and off for my 3 months maternity leave.
Owh, I turned 29, days ago. Alhamdulillah. Thanks for all the good wishes.It's great when your birthday is on a public holiday - so much so that C*** didn't get to escape from celebrating it. :P He got me a big choc pavlova with tonnes of berries which was fattylicious. Hadiah birthday, probably later. I didn't know what I want when he asked. Lemme just sleep on it for a bit.
p/s: Now that I've learned to write again, a real post is coming up, err..soon.
Yes, I need to catch up with the little one's milestones update.
Well, as she grows, the most suitable word to describe her these days is probably colorful. Yea, she's a colorful person. Full of pleasant (& not so pleasant) surprises.
She loves to shower, so much so that the best way to snap her out of her sleepiness each morning is by saying "Baby, jom shower". She'll quickly grab her towel and goes "Yey yey mandi". She's also a toothbrush-lover. She has like 4 toothbrushes that she gonna lug into the bathroom during each bath time. T_T
Don't let me start rambling on the condition of her toothbrushes. Kembang setaman (from too much brushing and biting). Owh the horror. Penat mak dok jadi pemborong berus gigi. At this rate we're going, I probably need to replace her toothbrushes every month.
I should probably mention that she's very polite. She'll thank you for everything.
One of my favourite moment to observe is probably during dinner - as whenever she gets sick of sitting on her high chair. She'll cry for C*** to pick her up and instead of off-the-chair-do-something-else, she insisted on sitting on C***'s lap. Most often than not, she'll go "terima kasih" to C*** (teruih daddy tak jadi nak marah tho the little one's disturbing his meal time) for letting her sit on his lap whilst helping him to pour spoonful after spoonful of whatever lauk/kuah that's placed right in front of C***'s plate. he he. Pasrah je daddy kau nak.
She loves dried fruits and nuts. Her usual are apricot, raisins,cranberry, dates, almond, sunflower seeds,green peas and peanut. She probably got it from me as I'd usually keep the pantry pretty well stocked with those stuff. Yea, my tiny way of trying to snack healthily and I'm glad that it rubbed off on her quite a bit - tho occasionally, she does get the ice cream or cookies treat.
She's still crazy bout Upin and Ipin. She even learned some good stuff and not so good stuff from the show. Well, in the show, there's an episode where Upin and Ipin were both feasting on the remaining of their milk powder straight from the can, so there was the palm-licking actions and whatnot - so these days, whenever she sees us in the process of whipping her a bottle of warm milk, she'll go "nak nak" whilst extending her open palm to us, suruh letak a wee bit of the milk powder on in so she can lick it off, just like Upin and Ipin did. T_T
She's been taking in her instructions like a champ for as long as I can remember, but these days, she'd volunteer to do certain task sometimes. Like carrying (or more like dragging) the diaper pack that we just bought into the room when we got home from groceries shopping. She even knows where to put em. :)
She's now starting to have a preference of her own. Few days back, she insisted on wearing her day diaper tho I've just put on her night diaper (It was already 8.30PM, it's night diaper time). How she cried her lugs out whilst shoving the day diaper to her daddy - who finally relented and changed her and later, I had to change her nappy again before bed.
She still gets an hour or two of tablet time everyday - to play her puzzles, watch her cartoons or simply to sing along to her current favourite songs. One of her fav these days is the Happy Birthday song.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear mummy. Happy birthday to you.
Yea, my birthday is like everyday (for) now. :P Bulan 9 nanti kalau tak nyanyi untuk mummy, siap!
Small person, big attitude sungguh.
I love you baby.
I've been really, like really really busy at work that I forgot to write a post bout our 3rd anniversary (but I didn't forget to get him a surprise gift, tho in the end it's not quite a surprise after all, he reads me like an open dog-eared book, how could I escape? Better luck again next time.)
Yea, we turned 3 last week. Alhamdulillah.
There's not a day that I'm not thankful for having the other half of mine ( despite the unromantic-ness and all that. He's human after all, but I can still hope. he he.).
He's a champ in handling all my crazies.
For a start, I'm pretty fussy.
Just last night he caught me whilst I was steaming a cob of corn and he was like
"Kan ade lagi jagung yang dah masak dlm fridge tu?"
"Yang semalam punya tak best".
I don't do leftovers - most of the time. Not like he doesn't (already) know, he (just) prefers to point it out each time, just like that.
Second, if I were being honest, I wouldn't describe myself as low-maintenance. I'm not a 24/7 high maintenance girl either. I'm more of medium-high maintenance girl, depending on the occasion.(I wouldn't mind a cheap clothing but I'm a sucker for designer handbag and I don't do fake/immitation anything.).
He accused me of introducing him to the lavish stuff, but in my defense, we earned (with sweat and tears) everything that we have now (with the endless support from our families and rezeki from Allah obviously).
We were not born with silver spoons in our mouths - if we do, I'd probably just gonna sit at home looking pretty whilst doing some online shopping and later whine that I'm tired.
So what's the harm in enjoying the fruit of our labor a little? :)
All in all, I'm thankful for having someone to knock some sense into my head when I'm not thinking straight , to keep me walking on the right path, to grow old (& a wee bit fat with) whilst keeping me deliriously happy.
Thank you C***, I am grateful.
Can't count the years on one hand
that we've been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better
It's not a walk in the park
to love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you
I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you
P/S: I'm looking forward for 300 years more (tho not like we'd live that long, but you get the drift).
I don't know how some people can live their lives, day in and day out 'worrying' bout others - honestly, it irritates the hell out of me.
He/she saw someone with new car/house/cellphone/_______(insert worldly materialistic stuff here) or going places and somehow couldn't refrain himself/herself from saying
"Owh, from the amount of moolah she's making, I don't think she can afford it for long".
Like what's your problem? Is it your moolah that they've been using to fund those purchases? Yes? Sila go bonkers, else please shut the f up, yang nak sakit hati,komen lebih-lebih tu pasai pa?
If you can afford to get one on your own to pacify your 'concern' or should I just say..hm..jealously? Good for you, else even if others have to eat maggi/roti cicah kari every freaking day sekalipon in order to maintain their posh-ness, you have no right to judge/comment apetah lagi complaint - as if it's your mount of money that they've been hacking.
I is no understand sungguh la.
We tried to bring the little one to the Aquaria last weekend. Do note the word 'tried' as we were already queuing when we decided that we'll come back again later (which I don't know when, probably this weekend or the next?) because the queue was pretty slow (tho it we were only 20 steps away from the ticketing counter, yea, C*** counted the steps, he's a number freak just like that :P) and the crowd was unbelievable so it's going to be stuffy inside which is not good.
So we walked back to the mall for our lunch at Ben's. The foods were alright but it's the drink I love most - as I'm a sucker for fresh fruit smoothies + mint, so the Summer Freeze hits the spot for me. What's not to love about mango + lime + mint combo? Another heavenly combo gonna be honey dew + mint + honey (which I discovered when we dined at Bumbu Bali years ago). Have to stock up on the fruits tomorrow so that I could make my own concoctions this weekend.
On a lighter note, I'm so going to drag C*** to hunt for, hmpp..ketam.
I had a long weekend last week (after a week of tiring days at work, I am seriously getting too old for night/midnight system patch/deployment).
3 days of good food and loved ones back in Kedah.
It has been quite sometime since our last trip back home and since C***'s currently on his week-long break, we decided to hit home.
3 days flies like you wouldn't believe, I didn't manage to get a dose of the famous mee goreng mamak, the charcoal-fried-koew-teaw or even the awesome roti canai - but we managed to visit Tok (my beloved grandma), attend a wedding (whilst satisfying my crave for ABC, I had like 2 bowls of em tho it was raining) and even met up with the new cute niece (who came over with her parents to visit us instead, thank you!) .
Myra on the other hand, had a real good time - what with getting (almost) everything that she wanted (this is a 1st child and 1st cucu syndrome), early in the morn, she'll point at my mum big fridge and went "aiscliiimmmm"(tapi of coz tak dapat ice cream, her mum is garang, she got ice cube in a cup to play with instead. he he. Distraction is the key. ) or demanded for a snickers bar for herself just because her Pak Su was eating one or insisted on feasting on a jar of tempeyek - only to pick on the kacang (guess who hafta eat the kacang-less tempeyek?). Haih la anak.
|Myra with both Tok(my mum) & Nenek(my grandma) at my grandma's place. :)|
|The ♥ of my life (besides C*** obviously) having a ball on her new ride.|
On a lighter note, the only unfortunate thing is - the (pesticide-free) fruits on the longan tree in my parents' backyard are still not ripe enough for picking. I is sad. Longan is my favourite, like ever.
Hmpphh..I'm feeling homesick already.
p/s: Must get a pack of famous amos cookies to crumble. BR Love potion ice cream + cookie crumbles = bliss.
Loads of stuff happening lately, so I need to catch up with my writing for a bit since my OCD-self would like to have a written memory of it - hence the multiple updates in a week.
So yea, we went out for a theater-date last Friday night at the Istana Budaya - Chow Kit Road the musical, a tribute to Sudirman. A first night out with the other half in the past 2 years. Gosh. It was that long?
A first for us as man and wife - the theater bit I mean. Honestly I can't remember the last time we actually went out for a date - just the two of us. Must be lightyears ago as we hardly go out without the little one these days - except for a handful of times for some quick groceries shopping and the sort, but those don't count lah.
So yea, the show started at 8.30PM, it lasted for a good 2 hours and I hafta admit that it's pretty entertaining. What with the live singing (which was awesome), dancing and all - tho I think they should clearly note that the show is a wee bit on the 18SX side.
Sesungguhnya not suitable for the kids.
So C***, what's next?
P/S: Guess who hafta drive me to work for the midnite deployment tonight? :X
Ever since the little one turned 2 and considered big enough (by yours truly obviously) to be further introduced to the animals (as the usual exposures are mainly thru books and flash card apps), we finally got to the zoo - 2 weeks ago (tho the National Zoo is like hmpp..less than 10 minutes away from our place).
For a start, my last visit to the Zoo was eons ago with a darling cousin of mine. I remembered that the visit was pretty brief because it was, well...ehem..boring.
On the sunny Saturday morning, armed with 2 tickets that I bought online on Groupon (which were RM9 cheaper compared to the normal price, what a cheapskate to do? Kids below 3 - FOC) and a mountain of excitement (I'm excited about finally bringing my own kid to the zoo, like how old I am again?), we were already there by 10AM. Sungguh semangat.
When we got there, it was pretty packed with kindy kids on a school trip and we spent the 1st 15 minutes at the on going animal show and then it got pretty boring(I'm sorry, but the voice of the lady-presenter adelah annoying), so we decided to keep going as we still have the entire zoo to roam and it's getting hot.
All in all, we spent almost 3 hours there - mostly at the reptile place to watch the giant tortoise and the gang, the goat (hai la, nak tengok kambing pon kena pi zoo and how they smell), deer, cow of different kind, elephants and giraffe.
Couldn't really see the tigers as they were already hiding from the heat. Couldn't spot any big crocodile either. No bear. Bohooo.
Honestly, I'd say that the zoo is somewhat menyedihkan. Some of the animals are pretty sad looking, some of the cages were too hmpp..how should I put it, erm..poorly maintained kot? Like the hornbill cage, too many pokok/lalang and whanot in there - that we had trouble spotting the bird - but maybe the cages are being kept that way intentionally (berperasangka baik), untuk menambahkan the jungle feel to it, ya know, to mimic the natural habitat - bak kata C***.
There were a handful of empty cages too. Makes ya wonder, these animals dah takde sebab mati due to poor maintenance ke ape? That sorta thing.
For RM30/entrance, I really can't say that it's a worthy trip as I think that some smaller zoo offers a better display of their animals albeit its smaller size (and the animals seem to be healthier too). The car park rate is somewhat on the high side, I think we paid like RM6 for our 3 hours stay - no wonder some zoo-goers would prefer to park along the road side/outside the zoo entrance.
|Tata. We won't come again (at least for the next few years that is)|
So yea, the next Zoo Negara trip is probably in the next 5 years. Our next upcoming macik-dan-pacik-membawa-anak visit gonna be the Aquaria KLCC as our little one loves sea creatures. I already got the tickets (online), so let's!
I feel like rambling, so let's be random for a bit (here she goes again!).
I had an allergic reaction yesterday, owh wait, scratch that. I'm still having the allergic reaction to something right about now. My upper lip is still rather numb with a mild tingling feeling to it tho it was a whole lot worse last night and earlier this morning.
I looked like I had undergone a bad botox injection. My eyelid was a bit droopy. My lips were protruding as if someone just casted a permanent duck-face spell on me. C*** was like "You look different." and I bet that it's not a compliment either. he he.
I'm not hormonal, so I'm rather fine with the tingling, numb, swollen lips, C***'s 'compliment' and all that.
So yea, before driving to the office this morning, had a quick pit-stop at the doctor's office as I need to have something to reduce the swelling. (I swear the nurses were secretly laughing behind my back T_T ) I just can't march around with a permanent duck-face, no?
Long story short, I was doped with 2 different medications. One to reduce the swelling and the other to fight the allergy.
Owh, the culprit to my allergic reaction is probably the a) Kerabu Sotong or b) Sambal Udang that I had during lunch at the kopitiam yesterday. I'm probably turning into my dad, as his eyelids gonna swell up whenever the seafood that he eats adelah tidak fresh.
I'm not a vain pot, it's not like I spend every breathing second checking on how I look but it would be great if I don't have to walk around with a botox-gone-bad lips ever again. Thankyouverymuch.
So yea, how about another milestones post? Not like you have a choice anyway.
Well, the little one is currently on a full speed in learning to talk. Her vocabs are getting pretty awesome - for a 2 years old that is - but I'm probably bias. :P
She's our full-time parrot these days, cakap apa pon, semua dia ikot - much to our amusement, tho we often have to remind ourselves to watch our language.
She knows her basic colors - black, white, red, green, yellow and her utmost favourite, blue. She once ran toward me (at full speed) when I got back home, only to get close enough to point at the blue flowers on the shirt I was wearing and went "blueee". (whilst me on the other hand, was expecting for a hug or something). T_T
She's super dramatic nowadays, silap sikit je, she'll go to a corner and sulk(fake cries included)
- tho her sulking usually won't last that long, one minute top - all I have to do is call for her in the most mendayu voice that I could muster. "Mai la sini anak mummmmmyyy"(repeats if required). :P
She once tricked me into bringing her into the bathroom so that she could play with water. Well, ever since she knows how to tell us that she made a poo poo months ago, she'll always come to us with her busuk-face, little-hand-fanning-the-nose and a repetitive of "busuk" - usually a nanosecond after she's done with the big business, all eager to drag us to the bathroom for a wash. Yea, this little one enjoys to have her little butt washed - but that one time she did the usual ritual, I found out that there's no poo poo but she insisted to get into the bathroom anyway, so yea, I let her had a bath terus. Owh, how I've been used.
She still have to be lulled (& hugged) to sleep on our bed first, then she'll be transferred to her crib by her daddy. She's yet to learn how to sleep without the aid of my bear-hug, pat on the butt and whatnot - which the obvious reason why I'd always fall asleep with her. Tidoq peluk-peluk whilst sniffing on her vanilla-scented soft curly hair adelah bliss. he he.
She loves me (there's no doubt bout that. I'm her mum, gimme some face lah.) but she adores her daddy. During the weekend(yer lah, weekdays, her daddy will be off to work way before she's awake), right after she wakes up, she'll smile at me and goes "Ni daddy"( in the comel-est tiniest voice possible) whilst pointing to her daddy. Macam la mak tak kenal daddy kau, nak.
She's pretty helpful around the house, air tumpah? You can count on her to wipe em clean and dry. She soiled her diaper? She's ever so willing to bring it to the kitchen and dump it in the bin (followed by the hand-washing and drying ritual).
She's so cheeky these days that I can't stop smiling to myself each time I'm reminded of her.
It's true that having a child will bring a lot of things in your life, give you strength you never know you have (and need, and trust me, you'll need a whole damn lot) and open doors to things you never know even existed. I'm humbled and grateful for the wonderful 2 years and looking forward for more years (and kids) to come.
Thank you Allah.
2 years of endless happiness, occasional sweat and tears (your mummy could surely cry buckets if not rivers. She's a hopeless sentimental just like that.).
It's funny that you could actually love a little someone, a little too much and it's amazing to think of how she changed our lives.
Honestly, I'm still pretty amused and amazed at how wonderfully she mirrors my life-long expectations of how it'd feel like to have a family, to give birth to a little one to call our own and more. I am blessed, we are truly blessed with this 'gift'.
I'm forever grateful to Allah for giving me you, every single minute of every single day.
May Allah bless and protect you my darling, here and heareafter.
Happy birthday Myra♥. Mummy loves you, to the moon and back (like seriously, tho not like you know how unbelievably far is that, for now).
P/S : We'll get you a cake, probably something that your daddy likes - he works hard for us, kasi chance la eh? :P
This post is way overdue but I'd like to have a written memory of it. Owh well, better late than never.
Well, our family trip to Beijing was planned last year, and it was half materialized in November - as that's when we bought our tickets during one of those seasonal promotions by MAS.
Our flight to Beijing departed on 22nd March at 6.20PM - we got to the airport like less than 2 hours earlier, thanks to the scary Airport Limo driver (which sadly I didn't get the chance to ask for his name).
Scary what? Well, to start it off, he drives like he's drunken/sleepy which was blardy obvious, so much so that C*** had to ask "Cik, mengantuk ke? Kalau nak smoke ke,minum air ke, stop je dulu" which he quickly rebutted with "Eh, tak tak tak" along with a silly grin. Padahal a few minutes before it seems like he's about to doze off.
I was about to ask him to stop and let C*** take over instead. Second, he took the blardy wrong route to the airport. Well, it's Friday and anybody sane would be wise enough to not take the MRR2 + DUKE + Jalan Duta highway to the airport. So yea, a merely 45minutes journey was elongated to almost 2 hours. God knows how I fretted that we'd miss our flight.
Long story shot, we got to KLIA, queued to check in our luggage when we heard the final call for our flight passengers which were yet to check-in and we were ushered to the priority lane and we later proceed to the departure hall. Mum and Mak Su were already there - waiting for us as they flown in from Penang earlier (owh my Dad couldn't join us as he got to much to handle at work and baby brother's currently attached to his chambering thingymajingy).
End of the 1st drama bit of our trip. :P
The 2nd one came in a form of, well, apple juice and toddler's puke. he he. Yea, our little one drenched herself with apple juice (thank God I was 'beringat' enough to pack some extra change for her) and later puked on me, luckily most of em was on the blanket,so I was pretty safe.
Since she's still considered as an infant, she didn't get her own seat, so yea, I am her comfy seat - so much so that I didn't get to wee wee throughout the 6 hours flight + I couldn't feel my legs. Imagine sitting with a 10kg of weight for 6 hours. Sila kebas.
|Us, 6 hours + banjir apple juice + baby puke + not dressed for the weather later.|
So yea, we got there 40 minutes after midnite & it was freaking cold tho we were indoor (I was not dressed for the weather, our down jackets were in the luggage, little that we know that they are going to be a part of our daily getup throughout our stay) - much to my dismay( I wanna see the spring blossom ya see?), as by mid March it's supposed to be the beginning of spring, but it wasn't the case when we were there as it was still snowing a few days before, so it's still somewhat wintery. The cold person in me was not happy, but at least, we were well prepared clothing wise, thank God for that.
We had to wait for a bit for our baby stroller,boarded the aerotrain(the new airport is huge) and after the usual immigration stuff (read: the immigration personnel simply stood at the side whilst looking at us with half closed eyes, like yea whatever,sila masuk), we got to arrival where Pak Ngah was already waiting. We
We headed to the National Defense Uni in Changping - which is where my uncle and aunt are staying (cum our accommodation for the week long trip). Got there within 40 mins. Honestly, their foreigner quarters are pretty awesome whilst the ones for local adelah kesedihan. Bias much? I think the same applies even in Malaysia, if it's for foreigners, 1st class treatment segala. Locals, well, pepandai lah yer, you'll live.
So yea, we kong out almost immediately. Duvet + electric bed warmer = bliss.
On Saturday morning, we're already up and running by dawn as we're already out of the house by 9am to catch the weekend tour bus that was provided by the campus. Field trip yo. Naik bus beramai-ramai. I can't remember the last time I was on one. The bus dropped us at the Street Market (kot? I is lupa the name) and the mak-mak went crazy over those quilt, bed spread, tablecloth and stuff. Me? Not so much, throughout our trips, I only ended up with a set of quilt and 2 small quilts for Myra, the mak-mak? Plenty ( some of them are still in Beijing, waiting to be shipped together with my aunt's stuff when she's coming back for good in August).
|Mak-mak rambang mata session.|
We later left our purchase in the bus, had lunch and shopped some more until it's time to get back home. Talks about shopping in China, you have to haggle with the sellers like your life depends on it, as if you're about to spend the very last cent of your money. Be prepared to have someone calling you stupid right in front of your face. (Grr grrr!) They'll scream and shout at you with life threatening words and whatnot but don't be timid. Shout back and you'll ended up happy (most of the time) as you'll get whatever you've bargained for - tho you might ended up with sore throat from too much of shouting and screaming. :P
We took the same bus, but on Sunday, it headed to a different place instead. The name escaped my mind, but it's somewhere which is very similar to our Low Yat - which didn't intrigue the mak-mak at all. Obviously. he he. So when we got off the bus, we quickly took the subway(which was quite confusing,they have like more than 10 lines, mengagau much?) to Tienanmen square to explore the city square, enjoy the crowd(not!) and yea, the mak-mak even went into Mao Zedong Mausoleum to take a look at him. Me? I just (literally) sat around with C*** and the little one whilst people-watching. Dok bersila macam kat rumah sendiri. :P
|These photos are my favorites. Someone asked whether I was freezing since I was pictured wearing my black skirt, well, nope, I had my thermal pants on else mungkin rasa macam pakai kain batik whilst sitting in a fridge. :P|
We didn't get into the Forbidden City as the queue was very very very very very very very long. Waiting in a line in the cold weather didn't appeal to us. So yea, we settled with looking from the outside.
We even went to this place that has the China Town feels to it for our lunch as there's a Muslim restaurant somewhere in the middle of the busy street- which the name also escaped my mind. The street were lined with antique-looking building, they sure are pretty. Owh yea,we got a handful of souvenirs from this street, I got myself a nice wooden comb and paid like 2 ringgit for it. Super cheap - maybe modal membuatnya is like 50 cents kot? I should have bought like sekodi of them - menyesal sudah tidak berguna lagi. Probably should have listen to my MIL, "Biar menyesal beli daripada menyesal tak beli". he he. :P
After breathing in the scenery and whatnot, we headed back to the pick-up point to wait for the bus and got back home. It got really cold and windy after 5PM, so it's wise to head back and stay inside.
On the 3rd day, we decided to take it easy and just went out to roam the small town of Changping on ehem, bicycles. Well, the mak-mak rode the bicycle whilst C***, the little one and me rode on the electric bike. (Not like I don't know how to ride a bicycle, I is pakar mengayuh basikal you see?) Owh so romantic. Rasa macam from Taiping with love sungguh - too bad that we didn't manage to have our picture taken whilst on the bike.
There are a bunch of mall/hypermart around, namely the Wu-Mart(apparently the Chinese version of Walmart.he he), Walmart itself, Suning etc.We went to the local mall Suning that day,which is somewhat similar to the Street Market but in a smaller scale. Got my hands on some cute high-cut sneakers for the little one which cost us less than RM50. By noon, the mak-mak were not showing any sign of slowing down whilst our little one was getting cranky as she's getting sleepy, so we headed home and the mak-mak only showed up hours later (should I mention that they brought along like tonnes of stuff?) & complained about their aching feet segala. T_T
Later during the evening, I went out with mum and aunts to the ehem, rumah urut. We had to massage the stress away yes? So yea, my masseuse's partly blind, but she's awesome with her hands alright. I swear if we were to stay there longer, I'll drop by like everyday - after all it's only RM30/hour. Right after we're done, it's already super windy outside, so we just had a quick stop at the fruit stalls, bought a bag of chestnut, strawberries (they were big and cheap) and a bunch of unknown fruit which tasted like, hm.. guava + pear?
Owh, food in China - especially the Muslim food that we had throughout our stay adelah awesome. Their stir fry - especially the beef with leeks is to die for. Nothing beats a bowl of warm rice and a simple beef/chicken and vege stir fry. I can absolutely survive on that. :)
Will write about the 2nd half of trip later. Promise.
Better late than never right?
22 & 23 month:
o1. It has been a while since the last teething-update and I'm happy to report that her teething stage is probably coming to the end (very) soon - which is pretty amusing, like c'mon, she got her 1st tooth during her 12th month and almost 12 months later, kapooff, gigi penuh satu mulut. The sprouting has been pretty quick lately that I'm losing count. Dah tak tau dah which one came 1st or whatnot for the past 2-3 months. She (almost) has a full set of teeth now - the better to eat all those yummy food - tho not like she gets to eat all the junk food and sweet stuff. he he.
o2. She's our little parrot (& clown). She repeats after us, most of the time. Absolutely the time to start being cautious of our words and actions. She calls her daddy, "yang" (thanks to me) sometimes. She'd act out her dad getting-ready routines (the perfume-spraying, deodorant-to-armpit rolling act & whatever not) together with its sound effects. T_T
o3. During our last trip to Beijing, she actually learned how to count in Mandarin - from one to six. It's obvious that she doesn't know the different between one and six (tho she knows the different between satu and banyak)- but it's still rather amusing to listen to her chanting the numbers.
o4. She could tell the different between hot (both temperature hot and spicy hot) and cold. Yea, we let her dipped her little finger in chili sauce so that she knows what pedas is (from then on, she won't bother us when we're eating especially if we tell her that it's spicy) and let her touch our coffee cup to let her feel the heat. She'd go "sejukkkkk" especially during her cold bath with me (which she loves, sampai tamau keluaq bathroom unless being forced to) and upon browsing thru her own pictures clad in down jacket and mittens - point to herself in the pic and went "sejuuuukkkkk". heh.
o5. She's not a picky eater - as she's quite adventurous when it comes to food, just like her parents - but all in all it still depends on her mood tho one thing for sure, she never refuses her pasta.
o6. It has been a couple of months since we last weighed her, so I think she's probably around 11-12kg these days and I can't no longer stand to wear her on the front using the SSC, back-carry anytime - I even managed to climb the Great Wall with her on my back. Super mom. (yey).
o7. She's really really (I can't emphasize this enough) expressive these days. Tak dapat barang, menangis/merajuk. Not allowed to do something, she'd run into the room and trash herself onto the bed (oiih, drama la sangat but it's funny that she'd always find somewhere comfy and well-padded to jump onto). Upon being caught holding something unnecessary/dangerous/something she's not suppose to play with, she's most likely to hand em over/throw them away . he he. Well, none of those rolling on the floor drama yet (& not like I'm expecting it, like ever). Haih,temper tantrums much?
o8. Still could only be 'scolded' by C*** and never by me - not like I want to scold her or anything since it's not like she's big enough to heed my words, but then again, when it comes to me, it's like mencurahkan air di daun keladi (tetiba peribahasa). She'll tilt her head to the side and smile my scolding away. (Apparently giving your parents a big smile whilst tilting the head has a bigger heart-melting factor).
o9. She recognizes some animals (and their sounds), fruits and a bunch of alphabets, which is pretty amusing but I'm not crazy about pressing a toddler to learn numbers,alphabets and whatnot. Not like I don't want her to be clever and all that (which is the norm these days), but I just want her to enjoy toodlerhood and pick up on those stuff along the way on her very own pace. After all, she has years of schooling ahead, if semua dah terer by now, what more to learn in playschool? Calculus?
10. She loves wearing and trying on my shawls. Sungguh la makcik. Sometimes she'll cover her head with her bath towel and pretends that it's her telekung and performs her solat & whenever she sneezes, she'd close her mouth with her tiny hands and utters "Alhamdulillah" (in her baby slang of coz).
11. She's currently in her I-love-being-carried-by-mummy phase, she loves sticking to me like a baby panda - which sorta hurt my bad back sometimes (especially when we're out without the SSC or stroller), as she would refuse to be carried by her daddy by turning into a human-jelly(buat badan lembik) or cries her lugs out. So yea, to cut the drama (& staring accusing eyes) short, kena lah omak dukung. Sabaq je lah mak, if this ain't love, I don't know what this is.
Grow up well and healthy baby, I love you to the moon and back (despite all the drama).♥
I think that I'm losing my mojo to write - hence the almost-a-month hiatus. Fret not. I'm back (kot).
Well, it has been a week since we got back from our March gateway (& the bags are still pretty much unpacked except for those filled with dirty laundry & souvenirs).
I'm feeling pretty mellow since I've caught the flu bug few days back - so much so that I was on half-day MC yesterday. The runny nose, the sore throat and the urge to sneeze every 5 minutes finally got the better of me. C A N N O T tahan.
Gotta do something before people around me start giving me the accusing you-are-spreading-the-virus look, which in a way, I am lah. So I dragged myself to the doc office, got handful of pills to swallow and right after another signing session at the lawyer's office later. I drove myself back home - with the sole intention to sleep the flu away, but the moment I got back home, the little one started tailing me like a shadow as if the last time we met was probably a century ago.
So yea, I spent my so-called recuperating time entertaining her needs and sorting and ironing out heaps of C***'s work clothes and a couples of mine whilst watching Spongebob, catdog and the likes on tv. I am a super mummy. Yey me.
We were home alone again last week, we = Myra and me. C*** was away for (another)
brainwash company's retreat session. MIL went back to Malacca with BIL for her kenduri.
So yea, I decided to stay home to clean up for a bit. Managed to do a wee bit of spring cleaning on Saturday whilst the little one was asleep. I was on Herbalife until our early dinner with darling cousin (thanks for the dinner bebeh! :x ) - so yea, the kitchen was rather untouched except for some light cooking for the little one's meals - nasi goreng, pasta, chicken porridge and the sort.
Managed to iron 2 weeks worth of clothes and gathered a boxful of old clothes, shawls and whatnot to chuck - which somehow got filtered by MIL when she got back home, he he. Parents, they are like that. Semua pon sayang nak buang. Me? I just need more space for my stuff to grow you see? Not like I don't feel like donating, but people these days aren't too eager bout hand me down stuff either.
Around 10PM when the little one already went to bed, finally managed to catch up with my reading for a bit. I have tonnes of books that need some good-loving-reading in the laundry-room (yea, that's where I keep em, I don't even have a proper book-shelf for them.Kesian. The more reason to be somewhat jittery whilst waiting for our crib to be completed, in say..err..2 years? T_T )
Yea, we were out early as I wanted to get back home by 2PM, as the little one would usually take her day nap sometime after 1PM.
After some groceries shopping and whatnot at the mall, had a quick stop at the OneBabyWorld (where the little one had fun rearranging their stuff on the display shelf, putting em all at the wrong places. he he) to restock on Myra's organic hair conditioner (yea, taking care of a little girl with a head of curly hair is not easy).
I'm not a big fan of putting baby oil on her hair tho it works to manage the tangles sebab rambut adelah melepek di kepala (me no likey) - so the leave-in conditioner is the best alternative so far and it smells yummy - vanilla and tangerine yo. Bau lemak-lemak, warm but citrusy. That's the reason why I loveeee smelling and kissing her head/hair - tho not like I won't when she's masam and all that. Masam pon mak kiss kiss jugak nak (just in case you're wondering if you're reading this when you're older). :P
If you're in the same shoes as mine, this product is a must buy. A bottle usually last me for 1-2 months. Work wonders when applied on wet hair - for tangle-free combing, tho it's not like it could keep the curly hair straight or something. he he. (Why am I suddenly reviewing this? Impulsive much?)
Owh yea, I even discovered Suavinex bottles. They are super cute as it comes in nice colors and design on em - compared to our (boring) Avent bottles and it cost more or less(depending on the type of teats) the same with the usual Avent PES bottles that Myra's currently using. So yea, more cute bottles please. (Yea yea, she'll turn two soon, I should start to wean her off from the bottles, tapi no harm in buying a bunch of cute bottles whilst she's at it kan? he he)
Moving on, MIL got back home around 6PM, C*** around Maghrib and I cooked a bunch of simple dishes for their dinner - whilst me on the other hand gulped down my chocolate protein shake (which I mixed with nothing but plain cold water so it's an acquired taste), err..sodap? :P