Semalam lepas ambik Khayla kat sekolah dia, aku bawak dua adik-beradik ni jalan-jalan kat Prima Sri Gombak. Nak beli laundry net bag yang baru memandangkan yang sekarang zipnya dah rosak beyond repair dah. Huhu. Pastu, aku nak belikan seluar pendek untuk si Khayla pakai kat rumah sebab sekarang ni cuaca panas. Khayla ni jenis yang cepat berpeluh bila pakai seluar panjang kat rumah. Tidur dalam aircond pun boleh berpeluh-peluh jugak! Heee… macam la dia lahir kat London!
Anyway, lepas je parking dan dukung Khadeeja keluar dari kereta, mula-mula aku decide nak cari seluar pendek Khayla. Tapi lepas tu aku berubah fikiran pegi kedai barangan rumah kat seberang jalan dulu cari net bag.
Dengan dukung Khadeeja sebelah tangan dan pegang tangan Khayla di sebelah lagi, kami pun terkedek-kedek la pegi masuk kedai tu. Lama jugak aku cari net bag tapi tak jumpa. Last-last aku cuma beli benda lain je. Khayla pulak pantang masuk kedai je mula la berlari sana-sini. Ambik satu barang pastu letak kat tempat lain. Ambik pulak barang lain. So agak lama jugak kami kat kedai tu (padahal tak jumpa pun benda yang aku nak).
Lepas setengah jam, kami keluar pergi ke kedai baju di seberang jalan. Hubby kata kedai ni jual baju murah, tapi bila aku masuk takde jual seluar pendek untuk budak perempuan. Pembantu kedai tu bagitau mungkin kedai sebelah ada jual.
So kami pun masuk ke kedai sebelah. Senyap-sunyi je kedai tu. Kat dalam, ada dua orang pembantu kedai perempuan tengah borak-borak. Aku cari seluar pendek tapi sama jugak, takde. So kami pun keluar dari kedai tu dan pegi pulak kedai jual barangan bayi kat sebelah.
Dalam kedai tu, ada la jumpa seluar pendek yang aku berkenan. Ok la not bad harganya, RM19.90 sehelai.
Time pembantu kedai tengah tolong Khayla cuba seluar tu, dua orang lelaki masuk kecoh-kecoh tanya perompak naik kereta Wira hitam ke?
Tak lama lepas tu, bunyi siren kereta polis dan polis pulak yang masuk soal siasat kat dalam kedai. Sebabnya pembantu kedai barangan bayi tu yang nampak jelas kereta perompak tu dan jugak rupa paras perompak tu.
Aku terpinga-pinga. Apsal citer pasal perompak ni? Alkisahnya kedai kat sebelah yang aku baru je masuk sebelum tu kena rompak tak sampai setengah jam sebelum tu. Bulat je mata aku tengok Khadeeja dan Khayla. Nasib baik terdetik hati aku nak pergi kedai di seberang dulu sebelum pergi kedai baju tu. Kalau tak, mungkin kami akan jadi mangsa rompakan jugak!
Syukur alhamdulillah, aku dan anak-anak aku terselamat dari bakal bencana. Walaupun kedua-dua pembantu kedai tu tak diapa-apakan, aku rasa mesti gerun jugak bila berhadapan dengan perompak.
Moral of the story, ada hikmah bila Khayla naughty-naughty main sorok-sorok kat dalam kedai barangan rumah tu. Hehe.
My first Mother's Day card from my two-year-old |
Starting the event with 'Negaraku' |
Unfortunately, my kid is the type of person who prefers routine and gets uncomfortable with new or unfamiliar experience. She refused to sing and dance because there were unfamiliar faces of parents and siblings around! She kept whining and then clinging to her father, and even crying when I took her hands and tried to make her dance :P
Khayla's class being the most junior class (N1) was the first to compete in sports. The game/competition was really easy. In the first game, the children have to run and put on 'rabbit-ear' hairband, then run to a bowl filled with flour and dab the flour on their cheek before running to the finishing line. The boys ran first, followed by the girls. In the second game, the children have to pick up one half of a picture then ran to the end of the line and fitted that half to the right half of the picture.
Khayla was not so keen to participate, so she refused to let go of her dad's hand at all! She was better than a boy in her class though, who cried so hard when the competition started that his father had to bring him out of the track :p Can't blame him, this must be his first Sports Day too.
Running while holding to Daddy's hand |
Not looking pleased at being asked to run early in the morning! |
Of course when she set her mind not to participate, she then refused to run. Rather, she walked, and then let her father picked up the item or dabbed the flour on her cheek, and then had to be dragged to the finishing line! At least she did not cry.
Khayla watching her seniors participated in their games |
She had more fun playing slides and swing at the playground though :p
'Can we go back home now?' |
Another month has passed - my little babies once the size of a peanut in my tummy, are now 27 months and 4 months old respectively!
Dear Khadeeja,
This month you have started to be more contented to be left on your own longer. I first noticed this when I was checking on you during one of your naps. Instead of raising the alarm when you woke up like you normally do, you spent the time inspecting your two tiny feet. Probably wondering where did those extra hands come from? LOL!
But no matter, your feet have become one of your source of entertainment and exploration since you can lift both high enough for your chubby hands to grab. Whenever I put you on your back, the first thing you do is to raise those chunky legs and grab those pudgy feet! Then you try to put your toe (sometimes both of your toes) in your mouth, which more often than not, is a failed attempt. So you will be preoccupied trying your best while I get some extra minutes doing a zillion things until you managed to conquer this feat and get bored.
Another thing that you realise this month is your own voice. Oh yes, how you love to hear your own voice, sweetie. You experiment with various intonations - ranging from normal pitch babbles, to high pitch shrieks that had me hot on my heels because I thought something bad happened to you!
Sometimes I giggle when I catch you babbling and shrieking to your own reflection in the mirror. Those giggles will turn into guffaws the moment you tersengih-sengih macam kerang busuk to your own reflection. Hehe.
Practising her range of pitch |
Earlier this month, I brought both you and your sister for lunch at a nearby restaurant. You were dressed in the dress below, purple with white polka-dots. Needless to say, you attracted quite a number of admirers from a group of aunties and uncles (who are actually Mak Yeng's age). They practically melted when you excitedly gurgled and made impossibly-adorable noises trying to catch their attention!
That's you, my precious gem. Always so friendly and ready to give everyone a smile so sweet you can give us diabetes.
Sweetest baby on the block |
So many things fascinate you at this age. You like watching me going about doing housework. In fact, you like to be a busybody too. When I have you in the baby sling and trying to wash the vegetable, you tend to grab the vegetable and make my work difficult. You also can turn your body to see what I'm up to next. And when I put you in the rocker, you get easily tired of the hanging mobile and want a more complicated entertainment or you will shriek to be in the baby sling again!
Turn this here, twist that there. Genius at play. |
Last but not least, like your sister, you love to be brought out of the house. Whenever it's time to fetch your sister from school, when you see me put on the baby sling and then my head cover, you squirm in delight and your face breaks into a HUGE grin - that made those moments the best part of my day - any day.
And to my firstborn Khayla,
If Adik made some huge discoveries of her own body parts, you also started to learn about your own body parts.
You can name your own body parts and point to it too. 'Nose!' while pointing at your button nose. 'Mouth!' But when it comes to eyes, you get it mixed up with 'forehead'! LOL!
A few weeks ago, your teacher wrote in the communication book that you refused to join in painting classes. You told your teacher that paints are dirty and flatly refused to get in contact with it. Seriously, you can be very quirky and funny!
Refused to join splashing in the pool because you hate to get splashed by others |
I am glad that you show some progress and are joining painting activity in school now, but secretly wondered whether you pester your teacher to wash your hands every minute, like when I engaged you in our own painting activity at home (and you keep asking to wash your hands).
Little Picassa |
In terms of your possessiveness, this is something that you have to overcome. You seem to view Khadeeja as a competition, and hate it when we give her toys to play - everything belongs to you. So when you see Khadeeja grabbing anything (from stuffed toys to books), you get agitated and will take it away. Any resistance will be met with loud cries and drama!
Bapak is your daddy only, not Khadeeja's |
You still love to imitate my actions, and getting good at it. One day I was standing in front of a mirror while staring sadly at my bloated tummy. You observed me patting my tummy three times, and you followed suit. Needless to say, I forgot all about my misery and roared in laughter!
What would my life be without my entertaining copycat, God please tell me…
Sayang,
While you seem to be growing perfectly fine and making wonderful progress of your skills and knowledge, there is one area that concerns me deeply. Your social development. You hate people touching you (you will cry if anyone dares to touch you) and when I fetch you from school, I rarely see you acknowledging your friends or teachers despite their best attempts to communicate to you. Your principal even commented of how 'cool' you are towards people, which made me wonder - is this something that I should worry?
Nevertheless, despite your strong protest at being touched or even looked at by Khadeeja, at times you do show your affection towards Khadeeja, and vice versa. Khadeeja adores you, I can tell by her smile and how she loves watching you.
The two of you are starting to develop that sisterly bond. Sometimes after coming back from school, while I carried Khadeeja in my arm and you trailing behind, you will call out cheerfully to her, 'Khadeeja!' and Khadeeja will giggle and squirm excitedly at being acknowledged by you.
Loving the big sister moment |
Grow well, my beloved stars. Thank you so much for giving me plenty of TLCs every day of my life.
Love,
Mak
Seared scallops and asparagus |
Carbonara pasta with beef bacon bits (right) and Moroccan style lamb rack with roasted aubergine and pomegranate salad (left) |
Me and equally-active Khadeeja |
Budak jatuh pastu benjol kepala with Mr Hubs |
My rating would be 7/10.
Happy Birthday, Hubster! Love you and hope you enjoyed my treat ^_^