Monday, April 30, 2012

It had been 18 months since I had first conceived.

Wow!! How fast had the time flies....

I still remember the time when I hold the pregnancy test strip, the times when I barf away the whole of my stomach contents, the cramps and aches, the sleepless nights, the first feel of the baby pushing away at my borrowed jeans, the playing with the torchlight, the time when my water broke, the stupid questions that I asked my mum, the hysterical laughter when my water just gushing off and we cannot do anything to stop it (my advice, don't laugh when your water broke. It will trigger more gushing), the drive to the hospital, the waiting at the hospital and finally the baby himself.

Awwww, the baby all kerepot and terpisat2 when they put him on my chest. And...the hot Milo. Always when I drink hot Milo, I remember my little baby. :)

Now, it had been 9 months since little Asyraf came out of my womb and look at the world. Overall, we had 18 excellent months to spend with each other and I would not trade a second of it with all the gold or diamonds in the world. He is now just managing standing up/cruising and he always grin after he managed to do it on his own. Soooo cute.

Alhamdulillah for all the good times that had been rewarded to me.  Insya Allah, I hope for more good times to come.


Thursday, April 26, 2012

Lil' Asyraf dah pandai menceceh.

Dulu babababa....tapi dia tanak bila daku nyanyi Baa Baa Black Sheep. Instead dia nak Baa Baa White Sheep. So, terpaksa la modify the song according to his preference.

Then last week start awwah.

Semalam dia start baru nyer lak....puwah. Sorry, not buah yer. It is Puwah. Lepas said that word, grin sampai ke telinga. Lawak agaknya dia rasa that word. Daku pun apa lagi, main la Puwah gaks but the bab 'Pu' tuh daku hembus angin ke muka dia. Tersepet2 mata dia trying to weathering the storm. Hehehe.

Baa Baa White Sheep lyric.
 Baa Baa White Sheep,
 Have you any wool? (angkat kening tinggi2)
 Yes sir, Yes sir (exaggerate on the nodding of the head)
 Three bags full (show up 3 fingers to the baby)
 One for Ayah (finger point to ayah)
 One for Ibu (finger point to ibu)
 One for the littttlllleeee litttllllleeee boy (drag the word little while scratching his tummy),
 Asyraf lah tuh.

 Memang best rupanya main ngan baby. A lot of customized nursery rhymes, a lot of play time, a lot of make believe games. Crazily fun time with baby...sampai ayah tanak pegi keja. Kekeke.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Being a mom teaches me patience and good behaviour.

Patience since apparently my baby do not understand a word that I say.

He LOVES to play with a toy, shakes it and then fling it away. It is up to mom to pick the toy up, dust it and present it to the baby....which the baby will then laughingly toss it away again. A game to him, backbreaking to me. A thousand words essay to him to please, please do not toss away his toys instead causes him to flung his toys faster and further away.

He also LOVES to play with my laptop, power cables, power switches, racks...well, basically what a baby SHOULD NOT play with. I had tried to say NO with love filled voice, with stern voice, remove the items away from him, remove him away from the stuffs....all to no avail. The first moment his eyes lighted on items that are dangerous to him, then he will flee from me to play with it.


I am not a saint, but I do not want my little son to grow up being rude or God forbid, fluent in cuss language. So, I make sure that I am on my best behaviour around him. Esssssspecially while driving....and say thank you, please, may I, whenever I can.


My son is teaching me to be a civilized person.

Aisshhhhhhhhhhhhhh....Malu lah.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Dedicated kepada kawanku yang sedang mengira hari.

Tau la nak pegi negara yg besh itew, nih asik mengira minggu, lepas nih konpem mengira hari dan mengira jam.

Wakaka. Nak ikuuuuttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt......

Disebabkan mu sampai dulu dari daku, maka daku nak kirim something. Bila mu nampak lamb, sila la pegi dekat lamb itu dan cakap kat dia. "Nasik arab Lamb Hanith shedap wooooo".....wakaka.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Start dah bumps and falls.

Last Tuesday amik si kenit tuh, taska kasitau ada jatuh. Lebam dahi. Aissshhh.

Balek umah, dia sondol pulak katil.

Last night, dia ketuk tebing katil. Meraung la budak tuh.

Kesimpulannya, ibu need to balut all rumah and taska ngan polisterin so that my little comel boy tak lebam dan bengkak-bengkil.

So, who can sell to me polisterin in bulk?

Monday, April 02, 2012

Yeyeye! Nenek on the way balek ke KL. Leh la shayer nak main ngan nenek. Ngeeeee....

Nanti raya pulak, shayer nak main ngan Tok Ma. Ibu cakap nanti duduk main lek lok ngan Tok Ma, ibu nak g dating ngan ayah. Kalau shayer main lek lok, nanti ibu belikan roti paung. Yeyeye.

Shemalam, shayer pegi Melaka jumpa Mok Teh ngan Pak Teh ngan Mok Awe ngan Kak Una ngan Kak Isya. Kami mandi pool. Shejuk tapi besh. Kami pegi Zoo Melaka. Jumpa zirafah, gajah, arimau, rhusa ngan burung. Ada banyak monkey. Monkey panjat pagar. Ibu cakap kulit leopard lain ngan kulit cheetah sebab bintik leopard bentuk ring tapi bintik cheetah tak de ring. Kami tengok panther, tapi dia tak kaler pink. Dia kaler itam. Ibu cakap pink panther ada dalam tiwi aje. Masa nak balik, K Isya beli kat shayer lion. Chantik. Ayah letak kat pinggang. Tak besh, sebab shayer tak leh makan lion kalau dia duduk kat pinggang. Ibu kata jangan makan, gentel misai lion ajer leh.

Sowie Mok Awe ngan Kak Una, Asyraf makan banyak sangat jadik terberak banyak jugak. Hehehe. Makacih basuh poo poo shayer.

Tima khasih Mok Teh, Pak Teh, Kak Una, Kak Isya, Mok Awe. Asyraf shuker jalan-jalan kat Melaka.


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