I've been procrastinating long enough, so yeah, a wee bit about the kids
She's my 39 month old little mak nenek. She can talk (& nag) your ears off. If she caught me playing with her beautifully combed hair, she'll go "Apa ni mummy, play dengan rambut kakak, nanti tak cantik nanti." T_T
She's still as loud as ever. She loves to sing her nursery rhymes or even recite her doas as loud as possible, whenever and wherever she wants. Hatta when her little brother is sleeping sekalipon, much to our..hmm..amusement? Marah nanti merajuk, tak marah nanti adik bangun - so her usual fav ayat is "Apa ni mummy/daddy, sikit-sikit marah, sikit-sikit marah". Haih la anak.
She's really helpful when she wants to, like only yesterday, we were in Malacca and I was packing up as we're leaving for KL after berbuka. MIL gave her a huge plastic bag to hand over to me, so that I could stuff our dirty laundry in it, but instead of handing it over, she sat down next to me and started to stuff all the laundry into the bag herself. I didn't even ask her to do it. Terharu sungguh mak. My little one, all grown up. Sob.
She's losing her baby fat, probably due to school, yer lah, you can't expect that everything that are being served at school, menepati piawaian anak tekak, she could be really fussy when it comes to food sometimes - so whenever she's back from school, I'll try to beef her up, as much as possible with rice, pasta, yogurt - whatever her heart desires, almond biscotti and congo bars included.
She's getting pretty bad in the drama queen department. She could be all happy, bright eyed one second and all teary and screaming a split second later. All the little brother business, having to share the formerly undivided attention is probably taking its toll. Haih, whenever it happens, I'll try to refrain myself from lashing it all out on her and to remind myself that she's still a baby herself, adjusting takes time.
She's also starting to be quite selective when it comes to clothes at times. When we decided to go out for a bit after berbuka 2 days ago, she insisted to be properly dressed with her 'baju jalan-jalan' instead of the pjs.
She knows the ABC like the back of her hands, you can even play the 'A if for...B is for' game with her. I'd usually do that whilst we're on our way to school. No, I'm still not a kiasu mummy in that sense. I just do it for fun, it's pretty amusing that she could come up with 'W is for worm' today and 'W is for water' tomorrow. She obviously cannot read yet, but she could tell me the leading alphabet for every word by just the sound of it - kalau cakap "D is for apple!" she'll gimme the you-must-be-kidding-me-mummy look and goes "No mummy..D is for donkey".
He's one happy baby - he loves smiling and giggling so much that he even smiled when he woke up for milk at 4am. Mak dia jer yang too tired and too sleepy to smile.
He just started to roll over from his back to his front so he need to be supervised like 24/7. Pantang letak je pusing, letak je pusing, the only way to stop him from rolling over is to sandwich him in between 2 little pillows or to put him on the rocker, tu pon gigih la dia nak pusing.
When it comes to bottle feeding, he seems to hate em just like his sister did when she was younger. On the 1st day that I started working, he only drank like 6oz throughout the day (so much so that he only gained 500g during my 1st working month - he gained 2kg previously, diet much?).
He'd cry himself to sleep sometimes these days but he's slowly progressing in the bottle feeding department. I have a freezer full of EBM yet to be used as I'd just give him 20oz of chilled EBM everyday. Takot pulak nak bagi frozen EBM in case he's sensitive to the taste and decides to reject bottle feeding altogether. Haih.
Besides the hassles when it comes to bottle feeding, he's an easy baby. He doesn't mind the stroller, he could even sleep innit provided that he's well fed. At night, he doesn't need to be rocked to sleep like her sister did. I just need to nurse him to slumber land and if he got up (not for milk), we just need to pat him back to sleep, easy peasy. Oleh itu I'm not complaining about any sort of backache these days, Alhamdulillah.
At 4month old, he already outgrew most of his 0-6 months outfits, I'm too sexy for my little clothes nampaknya, membesar bagaikan juara. No, I'm not complaining. I'm all for clothes shopping untuk anak-anak. The joy of parenthood, I get to shop for miniature people. ;)
That's all for now, I guess. Both of them adore each other and nothing else matters. Will try to have a regular update on their milestones for memory's sake.Mummy love you kiddos. So very much.
We turned 4 last month, on June 25th. Alhamdulillah.
Yea, 4 years of being tied to each other, for better or worst.
I couldn't remember when's the last time we went out for a proper date, probably sometime during the pre-babies years.These days we'd usually need to sneak out if we want to be out alone.
So yea, both of us decided to take the day off from work to celebrate. I've told C*** that even if he decided to work on our anniversary, I'm going out to celebrate on my own anyway. Yer, ayat reverse psychology itu perlu, especially when dealing with my other half - he's the one with 0% romantic bone. Kalau setakat hint-hint di angin lalu, harap maaf. Gue ngak ngerti. :P
Absolutely one of the least likeable attributes when it comes to him, but absolutely something that I have to learn to live with. That's what marriage is all about, no? Romance is overrated (cakap macam dah 40 tahun kawen,padahal?). Dah tua-tua ni, I'm trying not to meroyan too much unless there's a valid reason for it.
On that day, after dropping Myra off at school, we went to the Curve and decided to catch a movie for a start. Our 1st movie in 4 years! - as we'd usually watch em at home these days. Very the pacik and macik like that. (We watched Maleficient by the way, it was terrific, Sleeping Beauty with a twist - but I'm probably bias - as I'm always a fan of Disney movies.)
We later had our morning tea break at IKEA. Cakes and coffees. I even got to stock up on my usual scented candles. Not the best out there, but will do lah, can't be bothered to invest on a bunch of fancy candles which are just gonna be burn off later. Essential oils is a different story altogether, but with kids at home, lighting oil burner screams hazard which is why I'd usually go for Fabreeze, you get to disinfect the fabrics and the place is somewhat deodorized too. he he.
I digress. Sungguh la mak-mak (dan cheapskate) sekarang.
Moving on, after our tea break and a wee bit of window shopping (promised C*** that shopping won't be included in our anniversary day itinerary T_T ), we went for our late sushi lunch. The food was mediocre. I didn't even feel like ordering my all time favourite unagi. Seems like we have to hunt for something better after EID.
We wrapped up the day with BR ice cream sundae (& we even got a generous discount, probably to compensate their blurriness, nak buat sundae pon kena tgk illustrated picture segala T_T) before heading back home. Yes, balik awai to avoid the bad traffic, it's a working day after all and we need to pick up the little princess from school.
If you ask me, I'd say a couple needs to go out on an occasional date every now and then, you know, to keep the excitement going. he he. The carelessly walking hand in hand whilst roaming the mall adelah fun (kalau Malaysia ni sejuk, I'd drag C*** to a park instead :P ). It's pretty relaxing, especially when you don't have to keep on chasing after a running toddler or soothing a crying baby or worrying about where's the nearest nursing room in case someone's hungry or need a nappy change - the normal parents' dilemma.
We're parents (and we love it) but we're a couple first. Happy 4 years love, I'm looking forward to many more years to come.
I have tonnes of stuff in my head that deserves to be written out, to serve as a readable memory when I'm old and wrinkly.
I was waiting for my writing mojo to return, which probably not soon enough.
Anyway, I shall write about my dad today, about the trial that he's facing right now.
About a month ago, he had stroke which left him with hemiplegia - on the right side of his body.
If you ask me, I'd say that the news hit me like a dream, it still feels like a dream.
My dad was as healthy as any 60 years old man can be. He's an occasional jet setter with an active lifestyle, he even worked out at home. None of those typical high blood pressure & diabetes either - except for the fact that he's a smoker. (Sure, the stroke may happen due to a lot of other factors - high cholesterol level,lifestyle yada yada - but when you smoke, the risk for stroke is doubled.)
It is an addiction that I wish he didn't have, an addiction that I wish would come to a permanent stop for my loved ones (I won't go into details about who is who over here, but I bet you know who you are if you're reading this, if ever) - especially those that are still in denial of the bad effects of smoking - like yea, if they are sick, it's not from the smoking ya know? It's must be due to some 'other' thing besides smoking. Smoking is after all, 'safe'. Talking about denial. T_T
Well, if there's something that I've learned from living with a smoker for the past 29 years of my life - is that no matter what you say or do, you'll never win. They need to experience it for themselves to learn their hard lessons.
No amount of preaching, lecturing, documentaries, awful pictures of smoking related diseases on ciggie box or horrid news will do. After all, jadi kat orang lain kan? Nothing to do with me, saya sihat walafiat, what can go wrong kan?
No,I'm not wishing for the worst to make them come to their senses. I wish there's an easy way to make them learn - like waking up one day to realize that smoking is bad for you and people around you. I truly do.
After all, smoking is something that you choose to do, not like how you can't choose your blood type, the color of your skin or ethnic that you're born with.
Okay, too much rambling about smoking. I could get a wee bit emotional like that.
Back to dad, after about 3 weeks at the hospital, we finally brought him back home a few days before Ramadan started. He's still in his rehabilitation phase right now. He's progressing. I wish for nothing but his speedy recovery and for to him to be able to be his normal self again, I miss his nagging (& I wish that I'm not living 4 hours away, I need a pintu suka hati).
I'd like to write more, but the thought of it is somewhat suffocating.
Stay strong Ayah, you know we love you.
Allahumma yassir wa laa tu`asir
Well, hello there. Yea, I'm still pretty much alive and kicking.
Sorry for the long hiatus stalkers, lots of stuff happened in the past 3 months.
Let's start with the story of the newest addition of the family.
On March 18th, we were blessed with a healthy baby boy. Alhamdulillah.
Yea, I'm going to ramble a bit on the birth story. This little boy of ours, unlike his sister, refused to come out as early as his sister did. He decided to stay put and came out like 2 days before the EDD (and that is after a false alarm drama a week earlier).
So yea, it goes without saying that I got myself a week long MC to wait for little highness arrival. After a week long of contractions here and there, I finally started to feel really uneasy at 4.30am of March 18th - so much so that I couldn't sleep. I got up, had a shower (I already had a bloody show by then), stuffed myself with toast(it felt like kertas pasir mind you, tapi telan saje lah, God knows when my next meal gonna be) and waited for C*** to get up for work (which is sometime after 6am).
When the other half finally got up, I think he could already tell bout what's coming (it's our 2nd baby after all), what with finding me in the kitchen with toast in my hand at that hour in the morning, mimpi ape dok makan roti pagi2 kan? I'm not a breakfast person to begin with.
Since MIL was already in Mekah for her umrah by then, we decided to send Myra to her playschool for the day (not like we have any other choice pon) - dengan harapan when it's time to pick her up from school, the baby's already out of my tummy.
So yea, we dropped the little one off at playshool and we rushed to APSH which is just 10 minutes drive away from home. We got there pretty early, the doc was still not in and I refused to get myself into the labour suite just yet, I mean, the last time that I thought that I'm going to beranak, I was only 1cm dilated. Too much drama. T_T
So might as well wait for the doc for a proper assessment before deciding on what to do next. Whilst waiting, I forced C*** to grab something for breakfast, he even bought me a sandwich, which I ate mechanically and failed to finish (that is when I know that the labour was for real, sebab dah tak lalu makan). Fast forward few hours later, we got to see the doc and whaddaya know? I was already 5-6cm dilated. Ya, it was unbelivable because I was in pain but it was nothing unbearable (yet) at that point.
By 11am, I walked myself to the labour suite and got hooked up to the IV after the usual empty-your-bladder-and-tummy procedures. Yea, I got a drip to boost the speed of the progress which equals to double dose of I-want-to-kick-everyone-in-the-face pain. It was so painful that there's no word to explain. Owh, C*** was there throughout the whole thing, he was his usual cool and composed-self, peppering kisses on my head, he even cracked jokes that for once, failed to amuse me, like oih mak sakit nak beranak ni, lagi nak buat lawaaakk, tampar kang. :P
So after 3 long hours later, the midwife came to offer me a painkiller, I must have looked so miserable, I did nothing but closed my eyes whilst reciting doa Nabi Yunus in an endless loop in my head - what with annoying CTG thingy strapped onto my tummy and the lady next door screaming bloody murder as if......isi tempat kosong.... T_T
She decided to do a quick VE before giving me the drug, which was when she found out that there's no more time for that, I was too far along, more like 'Owh sekejap lagi dah nak boleh push ni'. Great. Lain kali tanya la siap-siap tahun lepas ke?
Everything else felt like some sort of liquid blurry moment from then on, I remember that I felt the urge to push and the midwife simply replied "Sedut gas, sedut gas", like seriously, the gas did nothing for me, no I'm-on-cloud-9 feeling or the sort, nada. The next thing I know, the doc was already there, all ready for the baby which came out 2 pushes later.
Yes, it was a quick labour, for that, I'm eternally grateful, Alhamdulillah.
Baby SM was born at 2.56pm and at 3.57kg, he's surely a big baby compared to his sister. Honestly we didn't expect him to be that big, his birth weight was expected to be more or less 3kg.
Everything was pretty dandy from there tho I lose quite a lot of blood during the delivery (me & my endless low hb during pregnancy issue) and I still detest the stiching part of the whole delivery. Moi parents and little brother even came over for a visit on that day :') but they had to get back to Kedah on the same day as they are busy preparing for lil brother's solemnization (which goes without saying that it's an event that I didn't get to attend, owh well). We (the 4 of us) stayed at the hospital for our 3 days 2 nights beranak-getaway. :P
When we got back home, C*** was my confinement-man. ha ha. He cooked (as per my instructions) and do all the confiment stuff for me. Thanks you love, I love you long time. :x
We got back to Kedah for my confinement few days later ( hello daily massage and tungku and goyang kaki tengok tv), only to find out that baby SM got jaundice. It was nothing serious compared to his kakak, so a week later, he's already jaundice free.
That's about it, being a mother of two is not easy, juggling between a toddler and a newborn is another phase altogether - which is something that I shall relish, honestly.
37 weeks & 5 days to date.
Nope, no baby yet and honestly, I'm hoping for him to stay in the safety of moi womb until Myra recovers from her bout of HFMD - which she got from..hmpp..school?
Yea, it was measles few weeks back and now it's the dreaded HFMD - which worsen the little one's level of clinginess - no thanks to the rashes and mouth ulcers. T_T
Talks about cobaan eh?
Besides the fact that I still have to painfully drive (and waddles) to work and the endless night trips to the loo, we're doing fine. I can still work on the house chores (minus the laundry folding obviously) and the cooking.
The next checkup is coming within 2 days and I hope that everything is dandy inside tho I'm feeling pretty miserable outside. Well, nevermind me, I'll live. InsyaAllah.
Anyway, been having the braxton hicks every now and then these days, it could get pretty intense at times and whilst it didn't hurt, it's pretty unnerving (mak takot nak). There's also this weird feeling like someone is scratching you from the inside - which despite the fact that it's my 2nd pregnancy is an odd sensation.
On a lighter note, I've managed to pack the hospital bags for us last week.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go.
Or maybe not.
Allahumma yassir wa laa tu`asir
Now that I'm pretty free at work, let's catch up with the little's one milestones,
She's pretty helpful these days. You could count on her to pick up on her bottles or to dump the dirty laundry into the laundry basket or to pick up on her mess/toys (sometimes). She even took the liberty to remind me to go to the loo before bedtime (considering that the toilet is my best friend now), "Mummy, dah wee-wee belum?" as I climbed into bed next to her. T_T
She loves my makeup tho I don't wear much to begin with. She's particularly into lipsticks, lip gloss, lip tint, lip balm - she's probably enticed by the colorful tubes, so I'd always try keep one of those organic lip balm handy especially for her. Asalkan boleh pakai, it's not like she knows that it's colorless. he he. Tho sometimes I relented when she insisted on wearing the one that I just put on just to avoid the drama, calit sikit pon jadi lah - for the record, I do not condone the act of putting makeup on little kids, it's just so wrong. I probably should put on my makeup when she's not watching. *shakes head*
Now that she knows how to recite the doa makan, she'd recite them before meals and sometimes in between. Dah makan half way pon tiba-tiba baca doa lagi - much to our amusement. Asalkan bahagia lah nak.
She's already an expert when it comes to alphabets, tho the small letters still confuse her for a bit - not like I mind, she's still a baby. Besides the alphabets, numbers and colors - her latest discovery is the shapes. She knows the usual ones - circle, square, triangle, oval, star etc - which she picked up at school.
I'm not sure whether we've been preparing her enough for the new baby, but these days, whenever she sees me sorting the baby clothes and stuff, she'd either go "Ni Myra punya!" or "Ni baby punya!" depending on her mood. Sometimes I'll go "Nanti baby dah out from mummy's tummy, baby nak pinjam boleh?" and she'd nod her head "Boleh".
She loves chocolates. Chocolate biscuits/cookies. Bread with chocolate spread/nutella. Chocolate milk/ milo. Chocolate ice cream. Chocolate brownies. Dark chocolate bars. Chocolate anything. She's not into sweets tho, she's pretty awkward when it comes to hard candies, probably because it can't be chewed. I'd usually give her a dose of chocolate every now and then, if she asks for more, I'll just remind her that too much chocolate = gigi yellow. Works like a charm every time.
She's still my little drama queen, even more so these days. Last night she cried her eyes out just because I refused to give in to something, the truth is, I was dead tired. All I wanna do was to get her to bed because it was already an hour after her usual bedtime and honestly I was feeling pretty dizzy myself so I couldn't get myself to decode her request which came out as "Nak color,nak color", nak color apa lagi malam-malam ni nakkk..tidoq please. So yea, I was in bed and she stood at the end of the bed crying, after a good few minutes she suddenly stopped and went "Mummy,mummy, tengok ni, hingus! Nak lap." I couldn't help but laugh when she finally climbed into bed next to me and fell asleep like few minutes later.
Haih, I love you cekodok, so very much.
I'm already in my 35th week and I'm doing pretty bad in writing about this numero dos pregnancy.
Not like I don't want to, but I've been so busy juggling between work (previously) and on-going stuff at home that I could hardly write one those lengthy pregnancy updates anymore.
Now that I'm finally free, dah macam, hoih, 35 weeks already, what am I supposed to write again?
If I were in a race, the finish line is already in sight. Tak dan dah nak recall about everything.
Moving on, we went for our hhmmppp.. umpteenth checkup last week. I gained like less than a kg in 4 weeks. I'm doing great in the blood pressure and whatever not department and yeah, I've started to waddle like a penguin (again) - much to C***'s amusement (or is it annoyance? ha ha.) T_T
The baby's fine tho. Growing up nicely according to his gestational age. Everything is pretty dandy. Alhamdulillah.
We're due for another checkup next week, for the GBS test (yikes!) and were reminded to be prepared for the lil one's arrival (latest) by the end of February as there's a tendency for him(yes,you got male! :P) to pop as early as Myra did (which was during the end of the 37th week), so yeah, am I prepared?
No. I'm yet to check on my Medela FS and get my hands on a new sterilizer(so it goes without saying that I'm yet to sterilize anything) and finish up with the washing of a miniature mountain of little clothes and I'm not sure whether I'll be able to cope with the mummy-of-two thingy (especially the sleepless night phase) and finally, if I were to be honest, I don't want to be reminded of the pain of childbirth, just yet. :P
Fine lah, I can't recall on how it feels anymore. Like, I know that it's very very painful, tapi dah tak ingat how painful. Probably one of God's miracles - else berapa ramai manusia yang serik after the 1st? Ehem.
On the other hand, I can't wait for the little one to arrive. I'm almost done with the preparation. Already got a tick for most of the stuff on my mummy and baby list. I'm excited about having a tiny little baby at home again. We even managed to hunt for the upright freezer last week and it's already delivered to us last Saturday( thank you love!).
Haih, fickle minded much?
I don't know what to write.
It's the 2nd day of work after the long weekend - which out of 4 days, I only managed to spend one whole day at home. The rest? I was in between home and working my ass off in the office, buyung or not.
We had to sacrifice our long weekend off whilst some people out there whined about our bank downtime (pasai tak reti-reti nak baca the annoucements T_T)
Anyway, all went well, tho with a bunch of glitches here and there (with a bunch of dramas thrown in. Haih). Nobody gets fired, so all is well. :P
If I were to be honest, I'm tired. Physically & mentally. It's not helping when it's pretty hard to get a good night sleep due to my expanding belly and the endless trip to loo.
I swear I can actually walk to the toilet to take a leak with my eyes closed these days. Hasil latihan getting up in the dark yang dah beribu kali. I should get an award for that.
I need a break, another babymoon, yes?
Hope everyone is well & happy, because I am (since I'm able to goyang kaki for a bit.)
We've been trying to eat healthily for the past few days. On 2nd thought, it's probably ain't that healthy. Simple is more like it.
I just don't feel like having rice these days for some unknown reasons - so I've been skipping the rice-for-dinner menu tho our freezer is still pretty well stocked. So yea, we've been having those pasta, tuna sandwich and the sort for dinner, which suits me just fine and I'm glad that C***'s on the same boat as I am, in fact he requested for em.( I heart you to bits, thanks for making my life easier.) We'll keep the curry and whatnot for the weekends okay?
Anyway, how on earth am I supposed to stop a soon-to-be-3-yo from turning the house upside down? Every morning I'd usually spend a good 20 minutes to put away the toys (& it's agonizing to bend and pick up on stuff with a melon tummy) and to clean up the carpet from the 1001 bits of cookie crumbs - only to get back to square one the moment we got back home in the evening.
I can't ask her to stop playing with her toys kan? Or to stop her from asking for cookies, cereal and whatever not she wants to have for snacks.
For now, I give up - so much so that I think that I'll just do the cleaning when I finally cannot tahan the mess anymore. Say, once every 2 days. For now, breathe in and breathe out. At least not every inch of the carpet is covered with crumbs or toys, I can still tip toe around her toys, I can still see my kaki. So okay lah. T_T
Another day to go before the weekend, bertabahlah!
The cut-over for the mind-numbing project is coming in 19 days, or is it 18? The last time I checked it was 90. T_T
Anyway, at the 31th week, I'm feeling pretty energetic one second, and all tired and breathless the next. Sometimes I feel like doing nothing but stay in bed all day long - but with a toddler in tow - it's obviously impossible.
I can't even sleep in during the weekend - what's new with this? Yelah guess who gonna pat my face whilst saying "Mummy, mummy, bangun aa". T_T
So yea, these days, I've reduced to simple cooking (but it could be rather elaborate when I feel like it, so much so that C*** gonna go "Kalau rajin tu, macam-macam dia nak masak"), keeping the living hall & kitchen clean (whilst reminding C*** to take out the thrash, I do not take out the trash, the last time was probably 3 years ago), washing the laundry and to detest folding them with a vengeance.
Why I hate folding? I have no idea. I'll build a mountain of em (the freshly laundered clothes I mean) if you let me - without even a drop of guilt or the sort. Honestly, I could actually live with the thought of rummaging through them everyday for that particular piece of skirt or shirt or boxer short or whatever - instead of folding them.
Yea, it is that bad - so more often than not, I'll ask C*** to do it and I love him even more so for that, for not saying no and for not asking me to do it instead. Trust me, it's the hormone (or maybe not).
On a lighter note, we're doing pretty well in the preparing-for-the-new-baby department. I think there are only a bunch of stuff more to hunt for.
Ya know, another bunch of small stuff, like the Amway baby oil which would be great to have, those little packs of herbs for herbal bath to be used during confinement, the feeding bottles (which I'm not sure of which brand yet, gonna stick with AVENT perhaps? Have to train the baby to take the EBM thru bottle earlier this time around), a sterilizer (no more el-cheapo brand which only lasted for a year), newborn diapers, a bunch of colorful toe-socks etc.
The last 2 big stuff are the upright freezer and a light stroller. I don't really mind the stroller, but I so need the upright freezer supaya pisang tak berbuah dua kali, God knows how it pained me to manage the frozen EBM with our limited storage. Bila dah banyak stock, takdak tempat nak simpan, bila dah tak simpan stock, masa tu jugak la production nak merudum. Hoih. Stressed out much?
I hope to BF our next baby (at least) as long as I managed to provide for Myra, if not longer lah kan? Talking about BF, I'm yet to check on my pump. Must check on it this weekend. Hopefully it's still alive and kicking.
That's about it. I'm looking forward to the long weekend and I'm so going to drag C*** for a dose of Southwestern eggrolls on Saturday (just because the other half hafta work tomorrow.Bohoooo) .
We had one of those separation-anxiety drama again this morning.
Well, she's fine with the idea of going to school and whatnot. She even sang the songs that she learned at the playschool during our ride back home. My guts (my motherly instinct, whatever you call it) is telling me that it's not like she's being bullied at school or something along that line.
It's just that she detest the idea of being left behind - when we got to the school she eagerly took of her shoes, put em on the shoe rack and insisted for me to follow her in. She even showed me the toys, the book that they read the day before, she even went "Roosters go coookoo kokkkkokk ", but the moment I went "Myra school, mummy work okay?", all hell broke loose.
Like, what do you expect? My toddler has been staying at home, the safe and warm homely cocoon since she was born. As much as she loves socializing with the other kids, I think being left behind is somewhat intimidating for her.
Leaving her for work, with tears streaming down her face is painful tho I've been told countless of times that it was short-lived - the tears I mean. It's not like she spends the entire day crying - like what a kiasu mum like me would have thought.
I hope everything gonna be better once we start to send her over regularly - these days, she's only there twice/week.
Honestly, it's hard not to feel the guilt, tho for what, I can't really say. At some level, I think every parent wishes they could smooth out the way for their children, be it big or small. It sucks to watch them struggle.
Allahumma yassir wa laa tu`asir
So yea, don't tell me that I'm pretty terrible at updating the little one's milestones.
It was once a 2-in-1 post, now I'm upgrading it to 3-in-1 post. T_T
It's getting bad eh? I know. Anyway, procrastinate no more. Here we go.
Should I rewrite about how expressive ( and not to mention, demanding) she is these days? She'll wake up during the weekend requesting for 'oti onai' for breakfast and 'ice clim' for dessert. She's such a big fan of roti canai these days that I always have em stocked up in the freezer together with her favourite mini cornetto ice cream. (Fine, it's not her favourite, but giving her the mini-sized ice cream is easier to handle. Mak malaih nak cleanup ya see?)
Her vocabulary is amazing - especially of the animal kingdom as it is pretty extensive, this much I hafta admit. She could name the owl right through the hippopotamus - but she could get pretty defensive of her choice sometime, like when I say that it's an owl, she'll insist that it's a bird tho she knows that it's an owl.
Me : Myra, what's this? * points to a picture of an owl*
Myra : Bird.
Me : Owl lah.
Myra : No, bukan owl, birddd.
Me: Bird ni owl lah.
Myra : Okay okay.
Me : Ni owl kan?
Myra : Tak, ni bird.
Go ahead and ask her the same question sometime later, and she'll probably switch the answer to owl if she pleases. Asalkan bahagia lah nak.
She's getting pretty clingy nowadays. She probably could tell that her time as the only child in the family is running out. :P
She'll ask to be wrapped with her towel from top to toe - like a baby - when she's out from the shower and to be carried to the bed. She also requested to bath in her previously-forgotten baby basin, with 'air anas', mind you - tho she couldn't be bothered with the water temperature before. She'll come over to sit on my lap and ask to be cradled in my arms - also like a baby. I'd usually try to accommodate her various requests, except when it comes to the excessive 'dukung' part as my back is starting to ache.
She's a vain pot. She loves looking at her own photos and videos. She'd dig into em whenever possible, be it those in my cellphone or the tablet. She amuses herself by looking at her baby pictures and she'll go "Mummy, Myra kecikkk jer". You'll always be 'kecik jer' to me darling, even when you're probably 30.
She had her 2nd haircut 2 weeks ago - by our in-house hair-stylist aka her daddy. :P Her previous (& the 1st) haircut was years ago, by years I mean 29 months ago and that's like 2 years and 5 months to be exact. It takes forever for her hair to grow after she got her head shaved bald right after the confinement period, so yeah, her next haircut is probably in the next 3 years - tu pon if we have the heart to do it (again) - tho Myra was surprisingly calm about it. Owh well, I love her curls. :P
I've been making it a habit for the both of us to say "I love you" every morning. I'd usually wait for her to wake up and the moment she opens up her eyes, I'll go "I love you" and she'll reply with her"Ai wuv yu" and my next reply would be "I love you too cekodok".
Talking about this routine of ours, sometime during last weekend, I conked out after taking in my flu med,so after 2 hours of a deep sleep (it was supposed to be a short afternoon nap,but owh well?), I woke up only to find her sitting next to me. She realized that I was awake and went "Ai wuv yu" and after I replied she returned it back with "Ai wuv yu too cikodok". I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry. Mak terharu nak, tengah hormonal ni,lagi la cepat rasa nak nangis. *wipe eyes* ha ha.
She loves going to playschool, but she hates the idea of being left behind, by well, me. On the 3rd & 4th day of school, she cried each time I dropped her off (tho it was pretty short lived) and when I got there to pick her up, the moment her teacher went "Myra, mummy dah sampai", she dropped everything she's currently doing (on the 4th day she was happily singing with her friends), run to the door, had one look at me and cried "Yey yey, mummy sampai" whilst crying okeh? Tears streaming down her face, snot and all. Again, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Drama sangat anak mak.
She loves to play mak-mak with her Elmo & Abby Cadabby. She'll wrap em with a towel or cover em with a blanket, pretending that she's about to put them to sleep. Tepuk-tepuk and the usual zikir included. Once, sometime last weekend, I caught her reciting some intangible doa, followed with 'aminnn'. he he.
At this age, she's getting pretty picky when it comes to food. Some she would eat without fuss, some not - but she never fusses when it comes to her vitamins or even medicines when she's down with cold or something. Lagi cakap "Nak ubat!" ada lah. She also loves honey. She'd go to the kitchen, points to the honey jar, fake a cough and goes "Sakit tekak, makan honey!". Okay okay, you got a point there missy.
Haih. I love you baby, will all my heart.
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.