Jula-juli

February will be our jula joli month. Started with a trip to here this weekend…

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Then JJCM here the week after…

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Anddd a short breakaway here and the end of the month after my dreadful exam

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Malay*sia truly asiaaaaaa!!!!

BF Journey

Its been 2 days passed his 18 months of age and Alhamdulillah my supply is still able to meet his demand. However, I still put a small tin for standby at the nursery just in case I have to stayback or suddenly he needs more than usual. But the caretaker said he detests fm taste (oh no!!) so most of the time he rejected fm and rela menunggu his milk supply sampai *poor baby*. But am planning to wean him at 2 yrs on the dot (direct feeding) but continue supplying him with ebm as long as I can produce.

Life’s been busy. Since both kiddos need me during bedtime, and I always end up sleeping with them, my bedtime has to be before 11pm. That leaves me with very little time to do household chores so I opt to wake up early. Xde laa awal sgt u might say but being a sleep lover myself, 5.45am is very-very early hehe. Sebelum subuh tau!!.  Our weekday morning is very much liven up with giggles and cries(sometimes) of the kiddos, and my shouting, panting and running around the house. Chaotic, but fun.

Speaking of bf, our pantry fridge has been more meriah than before. Two other colleagues in my floor have just came back from their maternity leaves so now my bottles have company *winks*

This is just after the 10am break. From 3 diff yummy mommies.

My section is scary. Its like pregnancy-baton has been passed from one colleague to another. Currently we have 1 person just came back from maternity leave, 1 is still in confinement, 1 is due to give birth next moth, 1 just passed her 1st trisemester and another whom just conceived!!! Cant blame us when out of 16 person in my section, 11 are XX, and out of the 11, only 3 are single hehe. Just pray that I wont catch THAT bug yet. Not now

Those who can…TEACH!!!

When mama teaches…

mama : pegang pensel tu elok2 sikit, cepat buat ni…
lil x : *giggles* *play with pencil*
mama : isk, xbetul tu. line kene selari(?), xmau ade kosong2 ni, bagi penuh semua…
lil x : *half-heartedly do work* *more play*
mama : *bebel x 1000000*

hasilnya…

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When papa teaches…

papa : ok buat camni, pakai ruler, buat camni…
lil x : *giggles* *play with pencil*
papa : isk, xbetul tu. padam balik. meh papa tunjuk. camni…camni…
lil x : *follow instructions*
papa : ok pandai…

hasilnya…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Told ya I cant *sigh*… My OCD demands that everything must be PERFECT. I fail to understand that children are in LEARNING process, and will never be perfect (at least at this stage). Its beyond my control. Usually before we start, ill remind myself over and over again, be calm, it should be fun and enjoyable but as soon as her first few mistakes, I start being a monster again. I feel terrible.

So now I’ll just let Mr X do the teaching. No I dont feel right about that. I am the mother. I shud be the ones who teaches her rite? (OCD again?) At least I can have the tv for myself haha.

Drama

Second day… I sent her to the nursery, waited for the van to fetch her, and went back to the long list of chores at home. Around 10 am, went to the kindy to check her out. She was all fine, but upon seeing me, terus mengada mode turned on. All clingy and refused to let be go back. So I waited until the class finished, and made sure she entered the correct van, and went back, to continue with my chores.

I was browsing for recipes for dinner when I received the phone call from the nursery teacher, telling me that lil x didnt arrive at the nursery with her kindymate. Luckily she called just to make sure (at first she thought lil x went home with me since she knew I was around). Starting from that phone call, my heart stopped beating. My body started shivering with cold sweats. Frantically called the van owner and she said lil x might be in another van (of hers). So I waited, and prayed.

Not long after that I called the nursery and the teacher said she still hasnt arrived. I couldnt hold my tears. Called back the van owner only to be asked N*t*sh* who? She asked me to check in the kindy but I told her that I was positive that she took the correct van. Thats it. Locked the door, started the engine and off I go, didnt really know where to start. I retraced the route to the kindy, with air mata berjujuran like one mad woman. Everything bad came into my mind. Couldnt help to think about the worst. Its not helping that almost all school girl’s bags are pink, with princess/barbie pictures that made me mistakenly thought I saw her, few times.

It was nearly 2 hours since I last saw her, and I still didnt know of her whereabout. Its killing me, cutting my flesh to bits and pieces. I became more hysterical when I remembered that I was menyinga quite stern with her, during our revision time previous night, and made her cried. Patience is seriously not my virtue. Not knowing where else to go, I went back to the nursery. The nursery teacher helped me contacting the van owner, and fortunately they have located her, in a wrong bus. Apparently they had mistaken her with another girl with similar first name, resulting both of them switched places and went into the wrong van.  Alhamdulillahhhh…

So I waited miserably for her at the nursery. 2.30 pm sharp, she stepped down the van, all smiling. I straightaway asked “Kenapa xikut D*rw*sh naik van?” dengan selamba she replied, “kita nak naik bas” (not van).  

Please please please…kamu jgn nakal!!!

After discussing about the incident, we decided to continue with the van service since we dont have much choice and it was not intentional. But I will be calling the kindy and nursery teacher every morning and afternoon, just to make sure. 

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On another note, lil y is growing too fast. Oh where’s my baby gone. He’s such a darl, always with his sweet melting-heart smile. But a boy will always be a boy. He has shown great interest in cars and balls, his 2 fav toys. He can kick and throw the ball well and although he’s my second, I am constantly amazed with their ability to understand/operate/play the toys. e.g He knows that the Sh*ell toy car needs to be pull backward to make it zoom forward. He knows that books are meant to be read so he’ll membebel2. Whenever I put on my telekung, he’ll take his small sejadah and tonganng tunggik beside me. He knows that to get things at higher place (dressing table/computer table), he needs to use the stool to step up and reach. And yg paling mengkagumkan (to me je laa kot…others might find it biasa kan)…

He can put on the shapes puzzle into the right place!!!

At first I tot he will have difficulties with the shapes of similar colour, or shapes like circle vs oval and square vs rectangular, but he has proven otherwise. Bravo adik!!! Excuse the mess yek. No point tidying up while they are not (yet) asleep.

First....

....haircut

Strictly just above the ear as his eczema has worsen (if you notice on his forehead). Sayang sgt nak potong sbb his hair is soo little, the halus type but it'll grow soon. And papa has done tremendous job as our family hairdresser (as always).

... day at school

I never knew that kindy registration fees is just as $$$ as degree course hmmpp... Btw she seemed to be ok but when she realised that I was still there, mula mengada-ngada sikit. And their biscuit snack was a bit too 'ringan' for her that she finished a platefull which was meant to be shared with her deskmate *malu*.

Will work for chocolate

 

Chocky monster #1 

Chocky monster #2

God’s gifts come in many ways

Mr. X was a bit down yesterday after knowing that he wasn’t given the annual bonus this year. I was not surprised since he just joined the co. and yet to serve his probation period, but him being soo positive, still expecting for the best (siap dah berangan nak beli exhaust baru for Blackie lagi hmmphhh).

We didn’t rempit together to work as I had to bring lil y to the clinic in the morning for his check-up. I reached home first thanks to school holiday traffic, and my heartbeat increased exponentially as I opened the letter box, and found a letter from the institution. Without waiting for the recipient, I tore open the envelope and scanned through the letter.

Alhamdulillah… His sleepless nights, rm300 speed-trap compound (on his way to the exam) and our stay-at-home weekends were paid off. God knows best. Subhanallah…

To darling husband, Ir. (excuse my poyo-ness) we are sooo very proud of you. You achieved it one year earlier than you targeted. Well done!!!

ps:- I am soo gatal nak shop for a nice pen for him. Nanti buleh sign cantik2. No? (obvious alasan nak kirai duit hahahah)