unclebob squarepants

his uncle bob makes him giggle to no end.

and as with all his other nephews, he’d whisper (loudly) into their ears, “dah besar hensem macam uncle bob!”

when i was preggers, he’d dance around and wave madly in front of my face in the hopes that the baby would look like him, and i had to shield myself with my arms from his medusa-like powers.

luckily, my shielding attempts worked.

NYEH NYEH!

b(u)y the way..

the Most Frequently Visited shop for us now is, hands-down, kiddy palace. there’s *always* something we “need” for our babies when we’re there, isn’t it? even the most frivolous of things call to us like sirens at sea – “buyyyy… buyyyy… buyyyy”. like that silly bunny rattle booty that got entangled in my hands and hopped its way to the cashier.

after lugging around our buys at a certain mall in sengkang, she got acquainted with another Most Frequently Visited place for all mothers – the nursing room.

welcome, welcome! please make yourself at home.

she’s gonna need four hands to change her two babies’ bottoms soon. meanwhile, a bit of practice now is always good. drapolene for you, little one?

i wish i have four hands myself so i can change diapers in half the time, coz i can only hold my breath for so long in nurseries that smell of day-old diapers.

salvation can usually be found in nursing cubicles that are nice and roomy, like this one. it is big enough to park our big bags, our big butts, and these two big buncit tummies.

not only do their tummies match, so do their clothes and accessories! although, aunty could do with more chunks of wholesome goodness on other parts of her body like the little one. :p

drink more milk lah, aunty!

that’s my bub. snug as a bug in a hug-a-bub.

boy oh boy

we’re still working on finding him the Reds romper or baby jersey.

meanwhile, let’s just wear anything red.

more and more people tell us that the little one looks like his daddy.

no fair!

they look the same, meh?

different hair, different eyebrows, different nose, different lips, different skin tone.

heck, he doesn’t even look like me.

but his daddy is sure he wasn’t switched at birth, coz he witnessed this same baby come out of me.

speaking of babies who just came out, we went to visit umar, who just like his sister, looks much like HIS daddy.

hello!

so many boys this year, hor. can make many many football teams.

onion & garlic: part deux

remember the tale of Bawang Putih and Bawang Merah?

the saga continues.

this is the typical reaction of possessive Bawang Putih when his oma is carrying poor, hapless, and very clueless Bawang Merah.

i’m not sure why he hugged BM in the middle of his whines, but i think it was probably a feeble attempt to carry BM away from his oma, however it ended up like he was hugging him, and when his oma praised him for doing so, he hugged BM again to please her, and then he whined as if to say, ”hey, i’ve done my part, now give him back to his mummy! she’s here, let HER carry him!”

hehehe.

if i were their oma, i’d run away to batu belah batu bertangkup. cannot tahan, man, all that whining.

but i can tell you, their oma simply LOVES all the attention.

squished

nana & wawa’s ummi picked us up for lunch, unfortunately without the tubby toddlers in tow. i bet they’d have fun squishing and poking the little one, as toddlers are wont to do to people littler than them. (i know dadam does – he jabs his finger into the little one’s ear whenever given the chance.)

the little one was a silent observer throughout our entire animated conversation over pasta and fish, till the end when he started squirming and grimacing in his stroller.

time to pick him up, neglected him enough already.

and just as i was about to place the little one on my lap, nana & wawa’s ummi, with her excellent maternal reflex, squealed out – “SQUISHY LEAK!! SQUISHY LEAK!!”

we just HAD to freeze the moment.

looking oh-so-innocent and positively heroic despite the very squishy bottom and troubling his mommy into lugging him all the way to the airport nursery to change his clothes and diaper. (a perfect opportunity to check out the place, nonetheless. but damn the person who installed the diaper-changer, he obviously had tall ang moh visitors in mind, for this vertically-challenged mummy had to stand on tiptoe throughout.)

the sweet smell of baby poo brought back sweet memories to nana & wawa’s ummi of her little ones’ squishy bottoms when they were mere babies.

as for this little one, for pooping on time, he was rewarded with yummy ice-cream. he even drooled accordingly.

of course, his mummy had to eat it all for him, so he can have it later in his milky.

my lunch date was tempted to give him a taste though.

there was once when a group of old neneks came over to visit the little one when he was in his first month. one of them was eating a sweet kuih we served, and she swiftly pinched a tiny dot of it and smeared it on the little one’s lips. i think he probably darted his tongue out, and promptly forgot about it. ”kasi rasa sikit,” said the nenek.

!!!

i didn’t have time to react and squish the said nenek, but i guess old people think it’s a treat for the little one to taste exciting things, like sweet kuih (was it was putri salat?), other than milk.

it only crossed my mind yesterday that we SHOULDN’T do that, because what if the food had things like egg or nuts, that can cause the baby allergies?

but ice-cream… hmm, that’s dairy, which is milk, so that should be… okay right..?

!!!

kidding!

sorry, no ice-cream for you till you turn two. (or when one of those doting old neneks gives it to you on the sly, whichever comes first.)

what a girl wants

forget the domestic helper. i got myself a way better helper today. well, for a few hours anyway.

not only did i get her services for free, i also got to park the car for free (no mean feat when you’re in town, ok).

and better still, she GAVE a romper to the little one.

she entertained the baby while i ate.

she entertained the baby while i changed his diaper.

she entertained me while i nursed the baby.

[eh, no picture lah. censored sikit.]

she entertained herself while pushing the baby in the stroller.

she’s a natural entertainer.

but no, i do not recommend you to employ her as a domestic helper. not with her looking uber hot and sexy like that. wait everyday your husband’s eyes pop out.

ah kak nina, i love her very much. she ranks high up there among the list of older sisters i wish i had. and it wouldn’t have been such a stretch, coz we grew up in the same girls’ schools, wearing the same amber pinafore for six years and the same green pinafore for four years. i’d probably even get to wear her tattered hand-me-down pinafores. and of course, she would always be ‘the hot older sister’ and i would be a very very jealous and bitter younger sister coz she’s so hip-and-gorgeous-nak-mampos despite her x number of years.

oh, another nice thing if she were my sister would be… to sneak into her wardrobe and steal all her bags, shoes, clothes and makeup!

i swear she could walk through the entire takashimaya blindfolded and point out exactly where to find the goods. and she can not only shop, she can also make you shop! she can persuade you to buy anything (and probably buy it herself too). heck, she could even persuade the orang minyak to buy oil.

i leave you with our keen observations of the day:

1) women always say ‘i need…’ rather than ‘i want…’ when they shop.

2) women always say ‘actually ah, this one quite nice…’ when they spot something they want.

yah?

but actually ah, there’s this nice wallet i need…

kick off

we’re not sure what he’s actually seeing, but we imagine he must be concentrating hard on the little figures in red moving about on the screen, kicking their legs very much like what he does, except he kicks the air and the little figures kick around this strange round thing.

his daddy and uncle nazri believe he’s rooting for their favourite football team (i.e. liverpool).

whatever it is, it keeps him quiet for a while, leaving the adults a chance to do other important things… like eating!

ah, now we have evidence of hosting dinner. but alas, this time it ain’t homecooked. nutritional nonetheless, for the heavy-with-child lady there.

what? you can’t see her tummy?

aww, too too bad.

it’s really really cute. doubly doubly cute.

i spent a good time feeling her up. but the boys weren’t too keen on kicking me when i placed my hand on them. shy ones, them. remember the times when unborn aniq scared the bejeepers out of aunty rini with his swift kicks? ahh, i miss that.

the awful things about being pregnant has been magically wiped out of my memory hard disk, poof! into thin air. and all i can remember are the good stuff.

so yeah, i can’t wait to get knocked up again.
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wait, lemme rephrase that. i LOOK FORWARD to getting myself knocked up again.

of course i can wait!

prince grumps

it’s been some time since we’ve hosted homemade dinner. so out came the cooking utensils, the ‘good’ plates, the table mats, and voila! tempura fish & chips were served.

[er, no photos available as evidence. but we did cook! we did! well... the Husband cooked. i cleaned up the mess. bleagh.]

and they managed to kerenyam the baby and have dessert before he turned grumpy.

yeah, he gets grumpy in the evenings these days.

that’s his grumpy face the night before at a birthday party.

very not cool hunk.

he’d just been carried by an aunty and was jokingly told to follow the aunty home because the aunty has nice milk too.

his lips instantly quivered and he started wailing bloody murder and continued all the way till he reached his home and hearth.

how come you understand ah, baby?

ok lah! nobody wants to take you home lah!

except mummy and daddy who must invest in earplugs (and paper bags to cover our heads) for times like these. :p

deja vu

“hello, baby yazid!”

“welcome to the world! let’s play together soon? maybe i can give you some tips, like how not to scratch our face. and maybe you can teach me how to pout like a model!”

“hmm, this hospital place seems strangely familiar. that blanket, that bassinet, that nurse… i think this is what mummy calls déjà vu!”

“congratulations, aunty hana and uncle rizal! (you smell of smoke lah uncle… *koff koff hack*..)”

wasabimilk

she makes men hot inside. they should see how much she eats.

they should also see how she eats her sushi, slowly stripteasing the seaweed layer by layer…

we wonder if aniq can taste the wasabi in his milk.