Well I've been remiss in updating this blog for a while. Most of the time I'm busy either with Nadiah or beading and other times I was just plain lazy. A few stories to tell so I thought I'll try to cover everything in this entry:
Where's my ring??
I've lost my wedding ring!!! Argh!!! How could I be so careless!! It's wasn't that I had put it somewhere and couldn't find it. I am not THAT forgetful especially about something so precious. I usually keep it in the jewellery box when I'm at home and would slip it together with my engagement ring on my finger were I to go out even for a short while. I remember precisely that I had slipped both on my finger just before we went to the pasar Ramadhan. Then it was off to my in laws and back home again to break our fast. But when I went up to our room and took off my wrist watch and rings, I realised that there was only one ring. I had slipped both together earlier and I remember that well but how come there was only one left? I didn't go to the toilet or put on any hand lotion that would usually require me to take them off for a little while. Did it just slipped out without me noticing? Had I lost so much weight that it didn't stay put on my finger?? Nah!!! Can't be that!! Or maybe my finger lost weight where everywhere else stayed the same? Is there such a thing??
I dreaded telling Shukri about it but braved it out so that he can be on the look out as well. This is actually the second wedding ring that he had bought me. No, I did not lose the first one as well. It shrank and is now too tight to slip on my finger.
Well alright... it didn't shrink, just that my finger expended so decided to keep it in the safe and Shukri was lovely enough to buy another so that I would always have two rings on my finger.
But now I only have one!!! *sob sob*
Nadiah
Nadiah had a fashion show a few days ago. Not of herself but of her cat. The stuffed one, of course. She decided to don a t-shirt on her cat and started out with her Art Attack tee. Then proceeded with all types and colour that she could find in her clothes drawer but they were all too big. In the end I decided to dig out her baby tees and put that on. Along with underwear. Can't have the cat's bottom sticking out, can I?? She would be embarassed (the cat that is, not Nadiah.. she couldn't care less!!) So here are some pics
Oh notice Nadiah had a haircut? The second picture was actually taken the day after, after she had the haircut. We took her to the "sitting-in-front-of-the-pc-watching-Elmo" saloon. I actually cut the front of her hair but had trouble with the back when she started wringling everywhere. I accidently chopped a wee bit too much of her hair (whoopsie!!). Fortunately Mak Tok (my mom) came to the rescue so she did the back.
My baby can draw!!! Nadiah had always loves crayons, or any types of colouring; be they paint or coloured pencils or magic pens (gosh! I hate those pens... always manage to "write" on her clothes rather than paper!!) Countless times we would take her to Toys 'R' Us and she would only get some sort of colouring. I think it's the multi colours that's attractive to her. But that means I've got a cupboard full of crayons and pencils and paints... whole, broken, chipped, plastered with cellophane tape, glued together, torned wrappers... you name it, I've got it!! Not only does she loves buying them, she loves using them.... on just about everywhere. We don't have to waste money decorating the walls because Nadiah has done it for us. No matter how many times I've told her not to write on the wall, she just keeps doing it. But at least now the habbit has lessen considerably. But I'm going to wait until she has stopped completely before re-painting the walls. Or it would be just a waste of time and energy.
But the other day she took out a piece of paper and announced "apple" and drew this:
The fact that she told us what she wanted to draw, rather than merely scribbling on the paper and leaving us to guess what it is, was simply wonderful.
Elaborate, please!!
Reading my friend, Iza's blog about when her daughter asked her THE question: what is SEX??, reminded me of a similar encounter I had with my uncle G. I can't remember if I've told you about G, but he is my mom's brother from my grandad's marriage after my grandmom passed away. Sadly G was only 5 months old when Grandad passed away and him and his mom (everyone calls her Chik or Tok Chik in the little ones' cases) came to live with us. G is now sixteen and he is more like a brother to me than an uncle. Anyway, the story happened when he was about 7 or 8 years old. One day I was driving around with him and he asked me :
G: Yatie, what is sex?
me: um.. ah.. ehem.. ahhh
My mind was reeling thinking what to tell him. How to explain in simple terms what it is. So in the end I asked him
me: where did you get that word?
G : I saw it in the school form. It says Sex: M or F
Ohhh! Sex as in gender. Phew!! *wipes sweat off forehead* That's easy enough to answer...
Another encounter I had was with my nephew, Daniel. He was about 10 years old then
Daniel : Mak Su, what is a virgin?
me: err... umm... ahhh... (alamak!! how to explain pulak!!). Where did you get the word?
Daniel : I heard Mama said the word. It's someone who only eats veggies kan??
me : oohhh... that's a vegen not a virgin!! *ran away before he could asked what a virgin is*
Moral of the story??? ALWAYS ask them where they hear such words. It could be something simpler that you might think.
Puasa, 13 days gone, 17 more to go
This year's puasa has gone considerably faster than before. Probably because I've been busy with my beading and didn't particularly give notice to what day or date it is. Most of the raya preparations are well under way except for the cooking bit. I've reserved the last week of puasa month to do the baking. I have decided to make most of the cookies myself rather than buying them ready made like we usually do. So that means I have to stop beading just before the last week or I'll be swamped with work and not have much time for anything else.
Must remind Shukri to get his baju melayu from the tailor of he'll have to wear last year's. He decided to make a black baju melayu suit this year. So we're going with black this year. Well, just the two of us that is. Nadiah will be in her usual pink and cuteness *grins* I really hadn't planned on having another baju kurung of which I seldom wear after hari Raya except for kenduris. But what the heck!! It's Raya. What's another baju kurung eh?? My next door neighbor's son is getting married in December so I can wear it again then.
Can't wait to pass the 15th day mark. Then puasa will go by even faster!!
Where's my ring??
I've lost my wedding ring!!! Argh!!! How could I be so careless!! It's wasn't that I had put it somewhere and couldn't find it. I am not THAT forgetful especially about something so precious. I usually keep it in the jewellery box when I'm at home and would slip it together with my engagement ring on my finger were I to go out even for a short while. I remember precisely that I had slipped both on my finger just before we went to the pasar Ramadhan. Then it was off to my in laws and back home again to break our fast. But when I went up to our room and took off my wrist watch and rings, I realised that there was only one ring. I had slipped both together earlier and I remember that well but how come there was only one left? I didn't go to the toilet or put on any hand lotion that would usually require me to take them off for a little while. Did it just slipped out without me noticing? Had I lost so much weight that it didn't stay put on my finger?? Nah!!! Can't be that!! Or maybe my finger lost weight where everywhere else stayed the same? Is there such a thing??
I dreaded telling Shukri about it but braved it out so that he can be on the look out as well. This is actually the second wedding ring that he had bought me. No, I did not lose the first one as well. It shrank and is now too tight to slip on my finger.
Well alright... it didn't shrink, just that my finger expended so decided to keep it in the safe and Shukri was lovely enough to buy another so that I would always have two rings on my finger.
But now I only have one!!! *sob sob*
Nadiah
Nadiah had a fashion show a few days ago. Not of herself but of her cat. The stuffed one, of course. She decided to don a t-shirt on her cat and started out with her Art Attack tee. Then proceeded with all types and colour that she could find in her clothes drawer but they were all too big. In the end I decided to dig out her baby tees and put that on. Along with underwear. Can't have the cat's bottom sticking out, can I?? She would be embarassed (the cat that is, not Nadiah.. she couldn't care less!!) So here are some pics
Oh notice Nadiah had a haircut? The second picture was actually taken the day after, after she had the haircut. We took her to the "sitting-in-front-of-the-pc-watching-Elmo" saloon. I actually cut the front of her hair but had trouble with the back when she started wringling everywhere. I accidently chopped a wee bit too much of her hair (whoopsie!!). Fortunately Mak Tok (my mom) came to the rescue so she did the back.
My baby can draw!!! Nadiah had always loves crayons, or any types of colouring; be they paint or coloured pencils or magic pens (gosh! I hate those pens... always manage to "write" on her clothes rather than paper!!) Countless times we would take her to Toys 'R' Us and she would only get some sort of colouring. I think it's the multi colours that's attractive to her. But that means I've got a cupboard full of crayons and pencils and paints... whole, broken, chipped, plastered with cellophane tape, glued together, torned wrappers... you name it, I've got it!! Not only does she loves buying them, she loves using them.... on just about everywhere. We don't have to waste money decorating the walls because Nadiah has done it for us. No matter how many times I've told her not to write on the wall, she just keeps doing it. But at least now the habbit has lessen considerably. But I'm going to wait until she has stopped completely before re-painting the walls. Or it would be just a waste of time and energy.
But the other day she took out a piece of paper and announced "apple" and drew this:
The fact that she told us what she wanted to draw, rather than merely scribbling on the paper and leaving us to guess what it is, was simply wonderful.
Elaborate, please!!
Reading my friend, Iza's blog about when her daughter asked her THE question: what is SEX??, reminded me of a similar encounter I had with my uncle G. I can't remember if I've told you about G, but he is my mom's brother from my grandad's marriage after my grandmom passed away. Sadly G was only 5 months old when Grandad passed away and him and his mom (everyone calls her Chik or Tok Chik in the little ones' cases) came to live with us. G is now sixteen and he is more like a brother to me than an uncle. Anyway, the story happened when he was about 7 or 8 years old. One day I was driving around with him and he asked me :
G: Yatie, what is sex?
me: um.. ah.. ehem.. ahhh
My mind was reeling thinking what to tell him. How to explain in simple terms what it is. So in the end I asked him
me: where did you get that word?
G : I saw it in the school form. It says Sex: M or F
Ohhh! Sex as in gender. Phew!! *wipes sweat off forehead* That's easy enough to answer...
Another encounter I had was with my nephew, Daniel. He was about 10 years old then
Daniel : Mak Su, what is a virgin?
me: err... umm... ahhh... (alamak!! how to explain pulak!!). Where did you get the word?
Daniel : I heard Mama said the word. It's someone who only eats veggies kan??
me : oohhh... that's a vegen not a virgin!! *ran away before he could asked what a virgin is*
Moral of the story??? ALWAYS ask them where they hear such words. It could be something simpler that you might think.
Puasa, 13 days gone, 17 more to go
This year's puasa has gone considerably faster than before. Probably because I've been busy with my beading and didn't particularly give notice to what day or date it is. Most of the raya preparations are well under way except for the cooking bit. I've reserved the last week of puasa month to do the baking. I have decided to make most of the cookies myself rather than buying them ready made like we usually do. So that means I have to stop beading just before the last week or I'll be swamped with work and not have much time for anything else.
Must remind Shukri to get his baju melayu from the tailor of he'll have to wear last year's. He decided to make a black baju melayu suit this year. So we're going with black this year. Well, just the two of us that is. Nadiah will be in her usual pink and cuteness *grins* I really hadn't planned on having another baju kurung of which I seldom wear after hari Raya except for kenduris. But what the heck!! It's Raya. What's another baju kurung eh?? My next door neighbor's son is getting married in December so I can wear it again then.
Can't wait to pass the 15th day mark. Then puasa will go by even faster!!
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