Thursday, July 20, 2017

Once upon a time, I was thinking of sending my son to school when he was 2 and half years old. But Mother said he was still too young. Then he turned three. By that time, my husband always bring him to his hometown, plus my work commitment, then we had our vacation, then it was fasting time, and Raya...

Finally, we enrolled him to a kindergarten.

My criteria are
- it must be Montessori (just because I know my son is that kind of person)
- my aim is not him being able to read or write or count. My aim is for him to be independent, kind and smart
- it must not be a shop lot. It must have a compound. I just like the idea of an open space for the kids to run around, although, I know they would be spending most of the time indoors anyway...
- English medium
- near to my house
- schoolbus is available

We narrowed it down to two- both have its pros and cons

Kindy 1
- cheap, about RM100+ per month
- Islamic based- I especially like the fact that kids must pray before they leave
- the principal has 20 years plus of experience and has a diploma/ degree from UK for childhood education or something like that
- flexible- they have the 8 until 10.30am class, and 11 until 2.30pm class
- they provide real food like mihun goreng etc

Kindy 2
- new, clean and more vibrant looking
- small class- only 9 kids at the moment with 2 teachers
- multiracial
- expensive, about RM300+ per month

Guess which one we chose?

The second kindy!

Because...

- my husband likes it better because of its small class, it looks like it is more organized and they can pay more attention to my kid
- the teachers are not Malay and with its multiracial kids, we are very convinced my son just has to learn to speak English properly!
- the principal of the Kindy 1 is kinda old school...Although she is experienced, she even treated me like one of her kids!
When we visited her kindy, I asked my husband, who was keeping my son occupied, "Macam mana? Okay tak?"
She thought I was asking my son, so she started to lecture me that we, as parents, must make the best decision for our kids, because kids can't make decision for big things like this, bla bla bla.
I didn't want to embarass her, and I repsected her as an elderly, so I just nodded my head and agreed with her (which is true, I was not letting my son be the boss!)
But she went on, and onnnn...
And then", I finally said, "Actually, I was asking my husband".
- my son looked more relax when we visited the second kindy
- we visited the Kindy 2 twice, and he really made himself comfortable there. Haha. Tak malu.

I was actually torn, because I really didn't want to be a bad Mommy. You know, we should make Islam number 1 in our lives, I want my kids to really have strong foundations in Islam...

But then again, I want to shape my kids morally first. Respect people of other races, learn how to carry himself in public, socialize without prejudice, you know, be a morally good person.

Besides, Islam tells us to shower our kids with love first, then only teaches them how to pray and fast when they are seven years old and so...Soooo...We probably would change kindy later when he is older.

Since Kindy 2 only has 9 students, (haha!) this is so laughable, because sometimes, at 8.30am, my son would be the first person to arrive, the rest only arrive at 9am or so! What kind of discipline is this! Haha!
And the teachers are more attentive and they would send me photos of him.

We think we made the right decision, because my son has stopped crying after 1 week. I'm so proud of him!

I sent him to school on day 1 and day 2, didn't even take a day off from work and just left him with the teachers. I was in rush, didn't have the time to be melodramatic about it.
My husband sent him on day 3, 4, and 5. Then, my mom.

He really enjoys his school.

Butttttttttttt

Today his teacher told me he is quiet.
QUIET?
OMG, at home, he acts like he is the biggest demanding little boss ever!

Me: Really? Because he has been telling me the stuff he did at school and he is happy.
Teacher: Yes, yes. He joins in the activities, he listens to our instructions, he can remember what we told him. I don't know whether he understands me or not. He just smiles...
Me: I think he understands you. He is just not speaking English yet because we mostly use Malay at home. But he watches English cartoons.
Teacher: One time, I asked him in BM, then he answered me a little bit and smiled.
Me: Haha.
Teacher: He can't hold a pencil yet.
Me: Oh, okay. (I think his teacher is asking me to have more practice with him).
Teacher: And sometimes, when we are having our activities, after a few minutes, he would wonder off. But that's okay, we just let him be. We don't want to be pushing him....
Me: Ohhh...

(Haha...Memang expected pun...My son ni memang kurang fokus sikit!)

So, anyway....I just feel like writing about my son going to school...Tak lama lagi nak pergi big school, susahlah nak holiday lepas ni...

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Me: Abang!Jom kita pergi Morocco. Sekarang Malaysians dah tak payah pakai Visa!
Husband: Morocco ada apa?
Me: Ada souk. Ada unta...Boleh tengok orang Badwi. Haha.
Husband: Boleh shopping apa?

(-__-")
My husband ni...Bilalah nak jadi cultured sikit! Shopping je keje...

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

I miss my son. He's with his father. He will be 4 years old this year. Awww...4 years! I still remember how small he was, how round he was, how cute and how cheeky...Man...I should really start digging his old photos again.

Anyway, suddenly remembered what he said earlier during Ramadhan.

Was breaking fast when I asked him not to interrupt.

Me: Pergi duduk depan. Jangan kacau Mommy. Mommy nak makan.
Son: No! Mommy tak boleh makan!
Me: Mommy kena makan! Mommy nak buka puasa!
Son: Tak boleh buka puasa! Mommy tutup balik puasa! Tutup! Close! Close! Tak boleh makan!

Haha.
Sometimes, I wonder, what funny things I said when I was little...

Sunday, July 2, 2017

This year, we broke traditions.

My husband didn't buy me batik.
My husband didn't buy me gold jewelleries...

Well, he wanted to. We went to our regular shop, and it looked like that it just got robbed. The ones that were left did not look appealing at all. New stocks are only coming in 2 weeks time.

I didn't have two weeks. I'm gonna start working tomorrow :(

Anyway, I hope we still get to go for our yearly vacation tradition. The memories are priceless.

Did I tell you we went to Tokyo again earlier this year? Love it. And such an awesome feeling that we survived with two kids! Haha. We make such a good team, my little family...
Things my son said

(1)
Son: Kita nak pergi mana ni?
Husband: Pergi rumah nenek.
Son: Ni bukan jalan pergi rumah nenek.
Me: Nak pergi rumah nenek lain.
Son: Tak nak!
Husband: Kita kena pergi melawat dia. Kesian dia duduk sorang-sorang.
Son: Kenapa dia duduk sorang-sorang?
Husband: Sebab suami dia dah meninggal.
Son: Kena tinggal! Kenapa dia kena tinggal?
Husband: Bukan kena tinggal! Dah meninggal! Dah mati!
Son: Dia pergi tinggal dekat mana?

(2)
In the car, leaving the house.
Husband rolled down the window.
My son popped his head out and waved.

Son: Bye! Bye bye! Bye bye! Bye bye!

We never saw him that enthusiastic with strangers. He must be in a really, really good mood, we thought.

Son: Bye! All aboard the express train!

Hah! No wonder he was so semangat. He pretended to be on a train leaving the train station!
Pengaruh kuat si Thomas and Friends.

You guys should see his satisfaction look for being able to board his 'train'. Haha.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Every time I am depressed, I will think about happy times. Like just now, I got depressed reading about the child abuse case. So, I now, I am thinking about how joyful my raya celebration was.

I am so grateful to Allah for this life, Alhamdulillah. My children are a handful, but they are so precious, love them to bits!

I am glad that I married a kampung man. We really celebrated it the traditional way. And for all the failures I've had in my life, at least I have my family which I am proudest of.

My son is such a kampung boy. He salam-ed the elders, made conversations and he was comfortable.

I was not like that. I used to really hate it to balik kampung when I was a teenager. Hated the dust and sand, hated the mosquitoes, hated the heat, hated the toilets, hated the fact that we couldn't get proper TV channels...I used to bring the shortest skirts/ shorts and was such a brat, OMG, why was I like that!

Anyway...My children really enjoyed Raya and I will always remember their laughters and smiles. In 13 years, my boy will be 17 and ready to leave the nest. I, on the other hand, will never ever be ready for that.




Today, before coming back to Klang Valley in 12 hours time :(


I hugged a pillow crying, imagining myself was there next to a scared, hurt child, I so badly wanted to comfort him, alleviate him from the pain, protect him...

Oh, child, you innocent, pure soul...You must be so happy now up there.

Monday, May 15, 2017

I love my children and I tell them I sayang them all the time, but I'm not really the type who ask them back- Do you love Mommy?
My husband is that type. So he got all the love (verbally) from my son, especially, since he's the only who can talk among the two, and as everybody knows, they have this special bond. So, whenever Daddy is around, Mommy can't go near, cannot kacau, can't even talk to Daddy because my son adores him so much, I'm considered the third wheeler.

Daddy enjoys this very much, of course. He feels special. I am there for my son on most days, but when he comes home, it is 'Mommy, go away!'
WTF.

Anyway...
Today, just for fun, I asked my son, "Sayang Daddy ke Mommy?"
"Mommy."
Wow! This is something new. A progress. In fact, I am gonna treat this like the best Mother's Day gift ever!

Before I put him to sleep, I asked, "Suka Mak Su ke, suka Mama Na (both are his aunts)?"
And he said, "Suka Mommy lah!"
Oh, my heart melted. Second strike!

Didn't expect that kind of answer at all, so I said, "Thank you."

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Last week, we were getting ready to go out. I put on my lipstick and checked myself in the mirror.

Me: Abang K, Mommy cantik tak?
Son: Tak cantik!
Husband: Haha! Daddy?
Son: Daddy cantik.
Me: Daddy tu tak cantik. Daddy tu hitam!
Son: Daddy hitam tapi cantik!
Husband: Hahaha!



Thursday, April 13, 2017

I am seriously convinced my firstborn is what we call- a high-need child.

It is so tiring to layan his kerenah, special in his own way...

He stubbornly refuses to go poo in the toilet still, and wants his diapers.

The other day, there were guests in our house and he pooped.

Problem is- he refused to be washed.

He cried and cried and I was so patient with him.
I didn't want to yell because the guests might hear.
I also didn't want him to continue screaming because the guests might think: what kind of mother who lets her child scream and cry.

So, I dragged him quietly, pinched him, gave him my stern, serious face, and whispered loudly that I will wash him and please stop crying.

After that, he continued to cry...Oh, my, my son can really cry for hours, I tell you...And with my daughter who also didn't want to share attention and cries whenever I am out if her sight (she's at that age now)...

Anyway, at least he was all clean now, so I closed the door. I laid down and...I pretended to pass out.
Yep, just I ignored everybody.

After a few minutes, I thought my son would panic. Or, you know, I expected him to try save me, like the viral videos about kids who saved their parents...

But, he just went, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommmyyyyy!!!" and he shook me a bit...

Then, he fell asleep.
My daughter just continued to breastfeed.

(-___-")

Saturday, April 1, 2017

My daughter just turned one and she is so cute!

She is small, unlike her big brother when he was at that age...
But, my daughter is so clever.

Before she hit one, she was already shaking and nodding her head appropriately.

It's so easy now because she could understand me and I could simply ask her what she wants.

Sometimes, I am talking to my son, but she will be answering me too.
Comel sangat!
Dahlah suka joget pula tu.

Me: Abang K, lapar tak? Nak makan?
Baby H nods her head.
Me: Baby H, I am talking to Abang K, not you!

So cute, she's like a doll...Dahlah rambut masih halus je...
And she is already walking like a pro.
Very playful too...

I remember when she was 8 months old, she was fussy during her bedtime. Until I had enough and scolded her. Like a teenager, she kept quiet and pretended to close her eyes until she really fell asleep. No need Mommy to pat her butt.
Tau pun takut bila Mommy mengamuk...

I should take her photos more often lah.
My son thinks the moon likes to follow him around.

Son: Kenapa moon tu ikut Abang K?
Me: Dia nak friend dengan Abang K...

Then, the car stopped at the traffic light.

Son: Kenapa moon tu stop juga?

I still remember the time when I thought the moon was following me.

Remember when I said I wanted to teach my children the truths and no fairytales?
Well, I can't.
I love watching the innocence in their eyes.

Last night, the moon was crescent.

Son: Daddy, kenapa moon tu patah?
Son: Daddy, siapa cabut muka moon?

Love!
:)

Monday, February 27, 2017

Been super busy, but my kids are growing up so fast!

The baby is already taking a few steps!

And the boy...

Daddy: Abang K nak pergi school?
Boy: Tak nak! Nak makan sayur je!
Me: Kenapa nak makan sayur je?
Boy: Nak pandai, makan sayur je. Tak nak pergi school.

Wow. I praise his penaakulan mantik! Haha.

And...He does not even eat veges.
I can already imagine myself having to deal with his lame excuses when he's much older.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Same problem every year: don't know what to get for my dear husband's birthday.

Anyway...
I have been having bouts of burst tears lately, it makes me think whether I am pregnant again. Haha. My husband doesn't think so, but I have to check, just in case.

Anddd...I'm kinda involved in a case of a mother who was about to sell her baby...I'm so angry because I feel like I need to save the babies, but the babies are actually going to good homes...I also feel like I need to save the mothers, but they are all doing it willingly, for the money...

The only way is to stop the demand. But, there will always be couples who are desperate for babies.

So, yeah, my drama of the week.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Watched a video about refugees- mother and son got separated in order to live.

I can't imagine myself going through such ordeal. Me, not knowing how to contact my children, not knowing whether they are alive or not, not knowing whether I can ever meet them again...?

It's as worst as dying.

Oh, Allah, protect us all.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Define sedeqah.

Me: Abang, I tengah lunch dekat Restoran XXX. Haha. Kerja sini kena guna banyak duit.
Husband: Tak apa, sedekah.
Me: Sedekah? Hari-hari makan luar. Tak boleh nak save duit!
Husband: Makan dekat luar tu, kira sedekah lah...

One of the reasons why I love him is the way he views certain situations which are different from me.
I need that. I need someone who opens my mind.
Hi!
During year end sales, I started browsing Instagram. As you know, I had been avoiding Instagram because I felt I already spend so much time on Facebook, I didn't need another distraction. Unfortunately, I succumbed because a lot of those Hijabista sales were more active on Instagram.

(I kan on the way to be more syariah compliant now)

Anyway, I'm regretting right now. Because I stumbled the lives of the rich and fabulous, and I'm looking at myself like...Errr...

Haha.

I still don't have a single post on Instagram though, because my life is not so exciting, duh...

So, what's been going on?
Well, I have quite a number posts as drafts, all half-written, because I usually wait until the kids go to bed, but by that time, I would end up too sleepy to write. Haha. Typical mom problem.

I work in a new place! I serve the so-called elites now. So far, it has been okay. But the stress...
After a month long at home (another story), I keep comparing how happier I was at home, how more organized the kids were...At least, at home I don't get to be all stressed up to prepare slides for meetings, write reports etc.

I'm sure there are different kinds of stress being a housewife, but you don't have datelines, don't you?

Enough of that.

What else...
Hmmm...My husband bought a handbag for me, yeay, because I like it.

And I am really looking forward for our holiday in April! Yeay!

Oh, my firstborn is still not in school because I wasn't scouting since I thought we would be in my husband's hometown! Sekali tengok-tengok, dapat kerja sini pulak. Habis spoil semua plan, but indeed Allah is the best planner.

Hhmmm...Itu je kot. Bebel lagi nanti...Bye!