The lil’ dude and his family…

are Elmo, Barney and Thomas! Everyday, without fail, he’d sit in front of the laptop and get us to type the respective url for him and he’d know which button to press for refresh. Sigh. So that’s basically what he does every night with us. Haha! Even nak sleep pun nak Elmo! Tsk!

He seems to know how to appreciate the dumb box now. He watches CSI and the likes with me and last night we watched (finally!) Alvin & The Chipmunks and he sat throughout the 30 minutes we were watching without flinching much. Heh!

Anyway, last Saturday we went over for Ayra’s first birthday party and Irfan met a lot of adiks and a few abangs there. The house was so full of kids and everyone had so much fun! Food was delicious and the cake was sooooo yummylicious! Thanks Yan and Modd for having us! :) Can’t wait to see ‘em pics!

“Ma, nah! Take (my) car!”

“I (pr)omise to be (a) good boy!” - when kena marah. :P

“Gud night Mama. Gud night Papa. Love you Mama. Love you Papa” - before lights off.

“Pa, pim (for vitamin - don’t ask!) -ees?”

“Ma, ba-u (BMW)! Unker’s car.”

“Police car. Nenonenoneno (siren sound). Ma, come p(l)ay.”

“Pa, move! Paaaaaaaaaaa… MOVE!” - nak kena rotan ni! So rude! Hahaha!

“Ma, nak nasi yemak and (ku)ih koci, -ees?”

“Wow, two, tee, four, foif, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN!!!!” - very happy at the last number! Haha!

“Satu, wa, tiga, ampap, ima, amam, tujuh, apam, embiyan, EPUWOH!!!!” - mat salleh celup ka? :P

a happy day yesterday as Irwan was returning home after a week away from us. Instead, I spent the first half of the morning at SJMC. :(

The day started off like any other day. Irfan would wake me up, we’d play for a bit and then I’d head for the shower and when I’m done, I’d make the bed and give Irfan his bath. But yesterday morning, as we were going to leave my parents’ after breakfast, I thought that I’d give Irfan his bath first and finish up packing and then only have my shower. What a wrong move!!!!! Bah!

Irfan was at the computer playing with it and I was making the bed. Irfan’s got this funny habit of messing up the bed while in the middle of me trying to kemas it and he did exactly that. So I thought I’d leave him ransacking the duvet cover and do something else. The moment I turned my back against him, I heard a loud thud! When I turned around, Irfan was on the floor, crying and blood was just oozing out from his chin. At first, I thought that it was just a normal wound - but upon closer inspection what I saw made me tremble like hell! It was a blardy big open wound and I knew immediately that his chin needs to be stitched!

I ran downstairs carrying him while trembling like mad. Blardy hell, the blood just wouldn’t stop flowing - mana tak panic??!! After putting on a plaster on the chin and changed his pampers and all that, my mom accompanied us to SJMC. While we were in the car, Irfan has already stopped crying and he didn’t fuss one bit - thank god - but I was feeling like such a crappy mom at that time. But benda dah nak jadi, so how?

When we got to the hospital, the doctor in-charge - whom I didn’t quite like because he didn’t even know how to answer a simple question - gave us an option whether to let him stitch Irfan up or they’d call for a reconstructive surgeon to do it instead and it’d cost a little bit more but there’ll be no scar. I had to make a fast decision as Irwan was half way home and although I had half the mind to contact KLIA and get them to transfer the call to the Etihad’s plane, I knew I had to make the choice. So, I chose the latter.

Dr. Soma arrived about 30 minutes later. After telling me that these things are normal (in fact, Irwan had his forehead stitched when he was a kid himself) I still felt like the lousiest mother on earth. I know these things are inevitable - kids will be kids - but somehow, sigh, dunnolah, so many what if’s have been going through my mind. Anyway, after explaining to me about the procedure, Dr. Soma asked if I’d want to be with Irfan while he performed the ’surgery’. I thought what the heck? As afraid as I was feeling at that time, I’m sure Irfan was feeling a thousand more times afraid than I was!

The nurses had to bungkus him in a set of bedsheet and some strappy thing from neck downwards but that boy is just so strong!!! It took 5 adults to hold him down and even then, he managed to wriggle his legs free! I couldn’t bear to look and looked away when the surgeon was injecting the local anaesthetic into the wound and the surgeon reminded me that they cannot handle 2 emergencies at any one time. Haha! Funny eh, he? :P Irfan was screaming his lungs out and it broke my heart but as soon as he felt numb, he relaxed himself a bit and let the surgeon perform whatever was necessary. I looked at how the surgeon stitched my lil’ boy’s chin together and I think in total Irfan’s got about six or seven stitches - I wasn’t really counting as I was busy reading whatever ayats I could muster in the hopes that everything will be okay. And alhamdulillah, so far so good.

From then on, he doesn’t really fuss about the wound or the fact that he’s got a big fat janggut like santa claus but he doesn’t like it when I want to change the dressing. He would let me change in the end, but not without making so much noise about it. And whenever people point to his chin and ask him what had happened,  he’d answer “Mama!” - blaming me for it. :( Sigh.

He’s got an appointment with Dr. Soma on Wednesday and I hope that everything will be A-okay. My lil’ boy has gone through so much and yet he can still be the jovial him minus the eating part as he’s afraid of opening his mouth too big - and so for now I’m giving him lots of milk.

And for you guys whose kids do not have Personal Accident coverage in his/her insurance - do get one. It’d save your pockets from major dents! :)

Irwan wasn’t too happy when he saw Irfan, but after a while he knew that I had tried my best and accidents do happen. He doesn’t blame me for it (I think? I hope?), but I’m still blaming myself. If only I had picked Irfan up from the bed instead of letting him guling-guling then maybe, just maybe…?? I don’t know. Sigh. I feel like a train wreck. Pffffftttt!

Irfan’s been great. We’ve been great. Although he likes to kick me while he sleeps and no matter how big the bed is (right now at my parents’ it’s a king-sized bed), he doesn’t fail to menyempit with me and thus making me end up sleeping at the edge of the bed. Oh well… that’s what one get for not training one’s kid to sleep in the cot! :P *making mental note when #2 arrives*

I can’t seem to keep track of Irfan’s progress. He’s just growing up waaaayyy too fast and his vocabulary is expanding by the day. He can already pronounce all of his grandparents’, uncles’, aunt’s and parents’ names albeit being pelat but that’s a start. He still refuses to say his name though, and I just don’t know why. His name since many moons ago has been “aha” and will always be “aha” until he decides to call himself Irfan or Adam or Irf or Ad or whatever it is he thinks he can pronounce. Heh. 

Have a great weekend, you guys! :)

Dear Papa,

How are you doing? I hope you aren’t freezing yourself to bits in that country that manufactures my favouritest car in the whole wide worlddddd! I’m doing okay here. Just driving Mama nuts most days - but sometimes she’s just too oblivious to my demands that I start to swim on the floor. Atuk did bring me to the pool yesterday, but I find it nicer to swim on the floor. I’m funny like that. Heh.

Anyway, I can’t wait for you to get back because I miss our bonding sessions in the mornings (read: when you feel rajin to give me a bath and let me play with the water for as long as I like) and I miss hugging you to sleep too. I think Mama misses you too, but I’m here to keep her company - so all’s good, for now! :P

Can’t wait for you to get back on Sunday. In the meantime, do enjoy some pictures that Mama has finally processed! Love you periuk belanga, Papa!

xoxo

Addendum: Just managed to upgrade to the latest Wordpress v2.5 with the help of Shannon (she did most of the work as the auto update failed on me!! grrrr!!!) and had the scare of our lives when the blog ran an infinite-loop. Couldn’t detect what it was and then Shannon said to deactivate my Angsuman’s Authenticated WordPress Plugin. It worked! I Googled the problem and managed to fix the bug. Mobz and Dinah, if you haven’t upgraded, just upgrade WP and replace the old plug-in codes with the new ones. :)

As per our original plan, we had Irfan’s birthday dinner at Delicious Marc Residence last Saturday and it was attended by family members and one of Irfan’s godmas (and her fiance) - since she’s the only one who’s in the country. Everything went according to plan but Irfan was a bit cranky towards the end as he didn’t really nap in the afternoon - probably sensed something happening was going to happen. Heh. To everyone that came that night - thanks for coming. :)

I managed to take some photos in between eating and gossiping with my best friend, Alia and although I’m not too happy with ‘em shots (I suck big time at night photography!) at least I’ve got somethinglah. And then, my batteries decided to die on me just before Irfan blew the candle. Alamak! Just my luck! Pffffttttt… ho-well. Serves me right - for not checking and not bringing extra batteries! :P

Anyway, I’d like to thank Jayden, Rachel, Ryan, Durrah Aisyah & Dian Zulaikha for all the presents they’ve given Irfan - on top of the many, many presents he has gotten from his parents, all of his grandparents, Uncle Gafil & Aunt Allia, Uncle Ike & Aunt Nana and Aunt Alia & Uncle Johan. To Aunt Zehan who called all the way from Sydney - thanks for the call (I am trying to sort out the logistics to visit you - so hang in there!!!) and to those who sms-ed, email-ed, gtalk-ed, msn-ed and etc, thank you very much for the well wishes. :)

Will post photos of his presents later. But in the mean time, do enjoy the photos from Saturday night.

Screaming at me. :P

Birthday boy at the head of the table being flanked by my parents and in-laws.

Cake was from Delicious. Candle was from Perth.

Couldn’t contain his happiness when we sang to him the birthday song. Heh.

Irfan doing some moves. The only full frame shot I got of him and it’s blur! *slaps forehead*

‘Em favours from Patchi. Yummmm!

Dear Irfan,

Happy birthday number two! To celebrate, we don’t have anything grand planned as I didn’t want to stress myself out like how I did last year. Maybe, just maaaayybeeee I’ll let you stress me out next year, okie?

In the last few months you’ve perfected the skill of walking, running, yapping and throwing and it has most definitely changed our lives completely! What we would give to have you sit still for more than a minute at a time now (excluding when you’re asleep - and even then you can’t sleep still!!), and don’t think we haven’t tried to encourage in you an unhealthy obsession with the tv, but somehow, tv has never played a role in your life before this. Heh.

Recently you’ve been imitating us. Sometimes your constant mimicry of us is a little maddening. If you throw something and we ask you what is the purpose, you answer, “Purpose”. If I point to your papa and ask, “Who is that?” you answer, “That.” This is more funny than it is frustrating, I have to admit, and it has brought some of our own habits into stark relief.

I love you with all my heart. Although I do scream and shout and yell at you like a mad woman when you’re in the wrong - I’m just trying to instill some form of discipline in you. Some discipline will do you good. I don’t want you to grow up thinking that you can do anything and everything that pleases your little heart. But on the other hand, I won’t rule you with an iron fist. I want you to know that you are allowed to make mistakes and learn from them and to come to either your papa or I if you have any problem - be it that your car tyres are stuck or that you need to “yak” and you somehow for the life of you wouldn’t want to poo in your pampers or that you’re hungry and need proper food and not just some keropok - just call for us and we’ll be there for you. However, do not call us to sit and play with you in the playroom while we’re having dinner at the dining hall which is right next to your playroom because you’re not a sissy. Boys have to be tough, ya hear?

Next, we’re going to have to move you permanently into your room because you’ve been hogging our bed and your papa’s back isn’t able to handle it anymore. Nevertheless, we’ll still love you. Always.

Love, Mama.

Cheeky you at Week 20.

Adorable you at Week 54.

Handome you at Week 104. Two years old already!!! Sigh.