Friday, December 22, 2006

Hectic


So, Kakak, how was your day today?

Urm... Kakak busy sangat hari ni. Kakak penat. *sigh*

Oh... ye ke? Why don't you tell me what you had to do...








Sofea's verrrrry busy day



And I thought MY day was bad. Hmmm.




Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Last Weekend's Get-Together

The gathering was sweet.

A bigger turn-out would've made it even more meriah, perhaps. But last weekend's crowd was special enough to make the event worthwhile and memorable.

Some Bits and Pieces I Want to Remember:

The Talk on Women Health Issues
Some parts were a bit too medical methinks, but very informative nonetheless. The cancerous truth is scary. *shudder*

The Mommyhood Sharing Session by the founder of SM
I was holding back tears. The topic was simple... "How to be a 'cool' (read: penyayang, pengasih, penyabar) Mom" in this era, what with all the cabaran global masakini. But the details were a bit too overwhelming for my poor heart. *sebak*
Time tu terbayang muka budak-budak, menyesal giler sebab marah, cubit, tengking and bebel kat diorang the day before.

The Fashion Show
I hate to admit it, but being the model-dipaksa making cameo appearance was actually fun! My 30 seconds of makcik glamour. Nervous, toksah cakap lah, but I went ahead and shook my not-so-little tush and did my little turn on the catwalk (on the catwalk, yeah!), with the spotlights shining on me and the cameras clicking away. But parading on stage in 3-inches-high-tumit(s) boots is no joke, I tell you.

The Emcee Stint
The thought of having to model in the fashion show threw me off-bearings as the Pengerusi Majlis. It had me fumbling through my notes for a while. As a result I had extra many fluttery butterflies in my tummy. Even Butterflutter's presence and moral support could not extinguish. *blows kisses at mama butterfly*

The UkS Down Memory Lane Slideshow
Entertaining and endearing. My my, how much we have grown over the years. Powerpoint slide #28 proved that I was several kilos lighter 5 years ago. *sigh*

The Celebrity Who Came
I met Nazrah in the flesh!! :) She's definitely more comel in person, and not makcik-looking at all. And her lil princess Aishah is much taller than I thought.

The In-house Celebrity aka Tudung Sifu
In@ Ali of SM makes me want to dress up and look pretty all the time.

The Food
Lunch menu nasi beriani, dalca (I think), salad, fried chicken was good. I took big spoonfuls of the sambal belacan, meleleh hingus tapi cukup puas hati. The cakes were yummmmy. I was smacking my lips and licking fingers lepas tu. Gendang gendut tali kecapi. I didn't get to taste the sponsored cookies tho, coz I was given the goodie bag that didn't have cookies in it.


Enuff wordy-gurdy, here are some pictures.




Friday, December 15, 2006

Playing to Learn and Learning to Play

Part of a child's learning journey is learning through play. Studies have shown that children who engage in this type of imaginative, open-ended play are more creative thinkers who eventually mature into better problem solvers.

This is Aidiin being his Ayah (Dad) 'wearing' his usual accessories, i.e his watch and mobile. Note that this picture was taken last Ramadhan, so a kopiah was another necessity added to Helmy's normal attire. The hilarious part for me was the made-up conversations that he would have. Hello? Hello! Ni Aad-diin. OK? OK, OK! Bye! Bye! Sounded like a very important phone call. Gestures, facial expressions, everything. Markah penuh untuk gaya dan penghayatan. Aad-diin te-pon ni... he would tell me when I asked him what he was doing.

Sometimes I'd catch him with a sejadah (praying mat) performing prayers. Allah(u) Akbar, he'd say out loud, then whisper whisper whisper, reciting other surahs. Allah(u) Akbar lagi. Sujud, sometimes terus meniarap tak bangun balik. Sometimes followed by a series of jumpings: up and down, up and down, up and down. Aidiin sembahyang ke? His response would be a cheeky grin or a bashful smile. Adorably cute and priceless. Mak-mak yang ada/pernah ada toddlers would know what I mean.

Sofea, the cheery chirpy Ms Dilly-Dally, is more imaginative when it comes to role-playing. I don't know if this is the reason she daydreams a lot. Or is it the other way round? Hmmmm...


Occasionally, I'd find Sofea impersonating me. *gulp*

This discovery has made me become wary and cautious (except during 'naik angin' (angry) moments when I cannot be held responsible for what I say/do).

Sometimes she is Fun Ibu, the Ibu that is very well-liked and loved. Sometimes she becomes Nasty Nagging Ibu, especially when Aidiin makes a boo-boo. Other times she'd imitate 'Melatah' Ibu. Yes, unfortunately I sometimes melatah (gosh, what's this word in English, eh?), especially when taken by surprise. But, but... don't we all melatah somehow? I hope it's not just me.



Sofea likes being in control, dominating the situation. When playing Teacher-Teacher (with her toys, cousins, friends or aunties/uncles, sometimes with me), she would automatically assume the Teacher role educating her would-be student(s).


"Then Carrie the Cat looks up to the sky..."


Before this, Aidiin would passively play along, obligingly eager to obey his sister's instructions. Now that he's older, more defensive and aware of his emotions and needs, their role-playings get more interesting and errr... challenging.

...

One time Sofea asked me if she and her brother could play "Bookshop". Being a bookstore junkie, I was very much terharu and flattered by this request. Sejuuuuk perut Ibu mengandung. Of course, of course, you can play "Bookshop" together.

Sofea was Ms Shopkeeper (obviously), and Aidiin was The Customer. I eavesdropped from the bedroom and watched them from afar.




Ms Shopkeeper, very politely, asked The Customer if he's interested in buying The Book. The Customer nodded and grinned.

Ms Shopkeeper walked The Customer to the payment counter. Sir, please pay RM5, she said. No response. Ms Shopkeeper repeated herself. The Customer pretended to be busy with his phone.

Ms Shopkeeper asked again. The Customer ignored her and wanted to walk run away with The Book.

The Customer shall be known as Difficult Customer from now on.

Ms Shopkeeper, attempting to remain graceful under pressure, insisted that Difficult Customer pay her or he would not get The Book, AT ALL.



Ms Shopkeeper would not give up without a fight. She tried to take money from Difficult Customer's pocket. Difficult Customer violently objected, screaming "Ta-naak, ta-naak! Aad-diin pu-nya, Aad-diin pu-nya, Aad-diin du-iiiit!" (It's mine, it's my money!).

Then Difficult Customer decided to throw a tantrum. He pushed things off the table and pulled Ms Shopkeeper's hair. Ms Shopkeeper started to cry. Difficult Customer stomped and stomped his foot but decided to cry as well. Uwaaaaaaa!!!

*sigh*


Sometimes, I would role-play too (tapi tengok 'mood' dulu lah). Take the above crisis for example.

What actually happened next...

Upon hearing sounds of wailing and screaming, Police Super Ibu rushed to the crime scene. Interrogations and interviews were conducted. She accused him, he accused her. She tried to push him, he tried to grab and pull her hair. More accusations, finger pointings and exchanges of "Ka-kak buu-aat" and "Taaaakkk... Adik yang buat" could be heard repeatedly.

Because Ms Shopkeeper and Difficult Customer had not played nice, Super Ibu immediately ordered both of them to the room to take their afternoon naps. Any 'bunyi' from either one of you and there'll be no TV-watching tonight, understand??

From their "Bookshop" playing, my kids learned about people skills, basic customer service -- 'Service with a Smile', how the customer is (not) always right, shopping skills and the value of money. And that Super Ibu has super veto power, ALWAYS. Nyeah nyeah nyeah.


Anyways...

I just wanted to tell you that role-playing is tonnes of fun. And not just for kids, but for adults, too. *wink*


Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Let's Talk about Love

*giggles*

It wasn't really a date date, it was rather a time-off-to-unwind-after-a-long-and-stressful-two-weeks outing for a couple who's relationship as husband & wife turned 7 years old in November but they did not get to celebrate it earlier because they were miles apart and afterwards when they were back together they could not celebrate it either because their son got very sick.

A belated anniversary (mini) celebration it was. So... what did we do?

We went out to see a movie. Only the two of us. Just like old old old old times. It just goes to show that we don't go to the movies much.

famyBoy was ecstatic about the fact that he'd get to watch Casin0 Roy@le on the big screen. He was even humming the J@mes B0nd tune to himself. Err... hello? Who said we were going to watch Casin0 Roy@le?

Since the theme of the day was supposed to be romantika d'amour, we I opted for C1nta instead.
And a wise choice it turned out to be. I like I like I like. Even my husband (who originally was reluctant to watch), too, thought that is was good.

This entry is not a review of the movie, so you need not worry about any spoilers. And I promise that I will not elaborate on about the beautiful cinematography, the commendable performances by the cast, the memorable lines, the excellent plot and unfolding of storyline, or the emotions-evoking soundtrack.

I would recommend that you go watch it yourself.

Somehow or rather, you would get 'affected' by the going-ons in the characters lives. It may not be something you're experiencing right now, but it might be something you have gone through at some point in your lives. For me specifically, as a girl, a woman, a spouse/wife/parent, a sister, a daughter, the different scenarios and the different types of 'cinta' touched me in different ways.

I wouldn't say I cried buckets, but me being extra mushy (and overly-sensitive somehow) on that day had my tudung soaked wiping off hopelessly romantic tears. *blush* Yes, yes I am sappy like that. But I like being sappy about this movie.

There were some corny, cheesy parts (I would expect a certain amount of corny-ness lah since this *is* a movie about love to begin with) but I felt that they weren't overly done. Didn't think much of them, taklah sampai menyampah, you see.

I won't be mentioning that line spoken by Dato' R@him Raz@li's character here, alaaa... the one about "isteri bukanlah hakmilik, tetapi suatu anugerah..." tu or the voice-over by Nanu about the sacrifices you'd make out of love. I'd just like to point out that besides the cleverly written lines, this movie highlighted some taken-for-granteds and reminded me to not only cherish the people I love, but to also cherish the love (that gets displayed in so many ways) of the ones who love me.


Monday, December 04, 2006

Slowly but Surely

Thank you all for your well-wishes. Glad to inform you that Aidiin has recovered from the stomach flu, Alhamdulillah.

For the first two days since he was brought home from school and taken to see a doctor, he continued to throw up non-stop. His body didn't seem to respond to the medications. When I called the clinic on the 2nd day, the GP recommended that we take him to the hospital to be admitted for fear of dehydration. The doctor prepared the necessary documents and advised us not to wait till it's too late.

I cringed at the thought of the IV drips going into Aidiin's little veins. But I went ahead and packed whatever's needed to take to the hospital, praying in my heart that the admission was not necessary. famyBoy went to the clinic to pick up the letter from the GP.

Aidiin slept the whole time. I didn't feel like waking him up so I let him sleep but periodically checked on him in case his fever returned.

He woke up sometime in the afternoon asking for water. I fed him some, using a spoon. He asked for some more. I hesitated at first, in case he vomitted again, but he started crying, so I gave him a few more spoonfuls. Then he went back to sleep. No vomitting!! I was hopeful. This was definitely good progress.

famyBoy came home and asked if I was ready. All packed? Yes. Ready to go? No. No?? No.

We discussed and decided to wait a bit longer.

That evening Aidiin woke up asking for milk. I offered him some porridge instead. He gladly accepted.
One teaspoonful. Two teaspoonfuls. Three teaspoonfuls. Aa-diin nak lagi... I want some more, he said. Four teaspoonfuls. Five teaspoonfuls. Poor kid, he must be starving.

I tried not to feed him too much, so as not to upset his stomach. Every feed stayed in. No exorcist-like vomitting anymore, and that meant no hospitalization was needed. Phew!

I continued giving him his medicines and slowly introduced his normal diet. Eventually his appetite and energy returned. By the third day, he was his usual active self -- running, kicking, bugging and chasing after his big sister around the house. As for me, I was kept busy with the extra load of accumulated laundry (due to the throwing up episodes) that needed to be washed, hung to dry and folded.


 

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