No! Don’t Stop…

She already fast asleep when you were about to go to bed..
at night she curled under your arm, for the warmness..
she was still asleep in the morning; even after you carried her in and out of the car for a routine morning drive..
when you put her back to bed, she slightly opened her eyes and smiled..
Knew that somebody was around, she continued her journey to her dreamland..
and you were powerless to wake her up after that killing smile..

Unwearyingly you waited outside..
a couple of hours later you began to worry..
but suddenly, you heard a little sweet voice.. ‘Haaaaai….’
and followed by ‘Daaaa-dy..’ (Read: Da-dy not Day-dy)..
made your heart melt, totally!!

she opened her arms, begging for your hugs..
you carried her up.. asking her for a kiss in return..
and then.. spontaneously she replied with a firm answer..
‘NO!!’

thats when your melted heart broken into pieces..

There’s a King and a Queen, live not far far away.. They are blessed with a handsome Prince and a pretty Princess..

The Prince however has long suffered with Pharmacophobia.. far worse than his Coulrophobia..

Every time he fallen sick, some other symptoms will followed.. especially when he saw curing potions provided by Altaf the Wizard.. First he will try to run away, or his mouth will blurted all sort of excuses.. such “Wait.. wait.. allow me to <____> first..“.. When all those are not working, as he’s cornered and caught, his mouth will closed tight.. very tight..

Only with a force from at least two adults, the curing potions could be poured inside his mouth.. lucky enough to be flowed into his throat.. where in most cases, would only last for few seconds, before the Prince vomited everything from inside his stomach.. everything.. everytime..

So many other options were tried, including tricking him by mixing the potions with his favorite drinks.. but to no avail.. he is too smart to fall to those traps.. he has the nose of a dog.. he could smell the potions in any sort of form.. normally.. his sickness, fever or cold.. would went away.. untreated..

Fortunately for the King and the Queen, the Prince rarely fallen sick.. better news still, their little princess didn’t have the same phobic problem..

Just recently the Prince fell sick after their royal trip outside the country.. as usual.. he reluctant to take any curing potion even after a pinky promise with the King.. Fed up with the situation.. Enough is enough, he said.. The King locked him inside a cold, dark dungeon kitchen.. alone and crying..

Lucky enough.. the Lady of the Castle went to be his savior.. after that very night, the Prince’s phobia magically cured.. He is very happy to take any type of potion now.. always with a smile, and rubbing-tummy-after.. “Hmm.. This one is my favourite“.. He even asked for more!!!

However the sky not always bright.. the King just noticed, somehow.. the unwanted phobia has infected his little lovely Princess!! ah.. could that be genetically inherited? If it does, definitely not from him.. the Queen? hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..

He wished he need not to do the same lock-and-leave solution to the lovely Princess.. Any other solutions from the readers are very much welcomed..

-THE END-

This morning, Nayla woke me up, crawled on me and turned her back at my face.. oopsiee!! so smelly!! she was already poopooed.. but it was still early to take her to shower.. i decided to put her in front of tv watching cartoon and playing with her toys until she puas poopoo..

few minutes later I totally forgot about the smelly situation.. she went crying for a while.. crawled, headed to plastic bags of last nite groceries.. and then suddenly she stopped crying.. sat down, holding a pack of diapers while smiling at me..

SO CUTE!!!

Dont bother about the title.. it is a line from Stolen by Butterfingers…

But yes, I am confused when someone want to send other someone to a drop-zone.. say LRT station, or hotel/shopping complex/hospital lobby.. why this other some has to drive???? Most of the cases, the someone is an XX and the other someone, of course an XY.. I guess would be simple if XY stopped the car, got out, XX switched to driver seat and drove away.. but thats not the case!! Typically it will be like this.. XY stop the car, taking own sweet time ie hug and kisses (yet still acceptable..) before getting the butt out, worst when XX start jumping to driver seat.. rearrange handbag position.. take off high heels *easier to drive barefooted i guess, adjust rear view mirror, check out side mirrors.. opps look back at rear view mirror.. * this time to check if any smudges on make-up.. put on drive mode.. oppps.. forgot to fasten seat belt.. put back to neutral.. fasten seat belt… and slowly drive away..

OH COME ON!!! SIMPLIFY!! just let XX drive our from your porch!!! You may think it is additional 2 minutes taken.. you are wrong.. lets look from Project management perspective.. one car, 2 people.. while so-called macho XY dont let his beloved XX drive the car while he’s in it, 4 other cars are waiting in-line at the drop-zone.. thats roughly 2 x 2 x 5 = 20 man minutes.. if 20% out of 200 cars at one drop zone, do this every morning .. do your own math on how many mandays has been unnecessarily wasted per year!!

Oh, please bare with me.. It is a tired Thursday Blues…

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These few days, we noticed lil Miss is already manage to pull herself up, we saw her standing proudly inside her cot.. and yesterday.. I’d to bring down the cot floor to stage two.. with some help from Jr who claimed himself ‘I Handy Manny, I’ll help you daddy; and 20 minutes later.. yes DONE!!

now she couldnt climb out.. and HE couldnt climb IN.. he tried hard to climb in to join his lil sister inside the cot, perhaps wanted to tell her he helped daddy did it.. but to no avail.. the sides now too high for him to climb.. we laughed hard at him.. he ran out of the room.. and came in again a little later, shouting.. ‘I’m confused.. I’m confused.. I’m confused!!!”
and ran around us..

We were also confused.. where he learnt the words.. and whether he understood it.. eitherway.. he really looked like one confused little boy.. We then laughed even harder..

p/s: oh.. anyone knows where to print a huge banner? One football team is coming to town in July and I plan to bring Jr along to stadium.. maybe with a huge banner with either “BRING BACK THE SPECIAL ONE!!” or “Miss Abramovich, Will you marry my son?”

My mom’s next door neighbour is sending her daughter or was it son to Australia soon, which meant that there will be no kids in the house. And she was saying how quiet it will be then. How her their life have revolved around their kids. And how I will know it later on. Well I know that already.

Being a mom-at-home, 95% of my time revolved around them. And now that I am looking for a job, I would say that it revolved around them too, in which it meant that working would also mean that what I am doing is for them (well for us too actually). *About trying to get a job, well there’s still the dilemma, but I am still trying to apply for THE job, yet have not received any. Kalo ada rezeki, insyaAllah.

Anyway, not being with the kids at home, well sometimes you are sooo glad of the timeout. Yet, there’s always that lonely feeling. Kids bring so much into ones life. Their laughter. Their antics. It keeps us sane, after a hard day at work. Or even after a huge argument.

I couldn’t feel more blessed. And thankful.

I don’t know whether I am qualified to be labeled as a good mom. Yet, I am still trying to be the best. However, I am proud to say that I am not a bad mom (and I think no one should judge another as a bad mom or say that one is not a good mother). All mothers have maternal instincts, and I am sure that in every decision, she would probably think that that’s the best decision for her kid (whether we think it fits or not).

However it is, once we give birth to a child, our life revolves around it. Our choices. Our decisions. All derived from and for them. Maybe when they go off to school later, or get married, then only our time comes. And although I am anxious for that (having our time, not the marrying part tho), I am also anxious to not let them grow too fast or too soon. I am enjoying my time yelling and getting upset over Faeq’s mischief (”Sorry. Sorry” - if I got angry. “Ok. Ok dah!” - when I got angry after telling him to put down the camera eg after a zillion time). And guilty as charged, I am also enjoying Nayla’s clinging to me or when her eyes just wonder looking for me. And I think Zen also enjoyed his time with Nayla this morning at 4am when she couldn’t sleep while Faeq was hugging and sleeping with me - Zen didn’t continue his sleep after that, and went straight to work at 8.40am.

The amazing things we do for our kids.

Faeq and Nayla, I just want you to know that it’s been my pleasure to have you guys in my life - always will be. If there is such thing as kids getting to choose their own parents from above, well thank you for choosing us.

Thank you God for this pleasure of ours!

Faeq is a bit over-protective on his lovely little sister. Try to ask whether can you bring Nayla back if you want to feel his kicks and punches. Everytime his sister woke up and utter the infamous “uwekkk“, the next thing you’d hear is “Mummy/Daddy, Nayla nangis tu.. tgkkan la dia..” If we didnt respond in 5-10 secs, he’ll go to check Nayla up by himself..

Even so, being a big brother he is still attention-grabber at times. Throwing his tantrum once in a while. However it is manageable if you know his weakness. His craziness for instance. Although not up to Sleep Ball, Eat Ball, Wear Ball, Play Ball kinda-thing anymore, but still useful. So, everytime he’s doing his ‘laku’.. I’d say to him, “Do you want to follow me to play futsal this weekend or not?“.. Apparently it works almost all the time..

One day, Nayla woke up and cried out loud.. Faeq came to her and said “Nayla, Nayla don’t cry.. You nak pegi main bola tak??“…

Some long waited (first few) pictures of Faeq and Nayla.

After taking the raya picture,

Faeq says that he is stronger, thus he is able to carry Nayla. And for that same reason, I always managed to get him to finish his milk.

And once they finished their milk, I get them sailing to Dreamland together.

After a hectic week, I only managed to prepare documents for Nayla’s registeration this morning and off i went to Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara, Putrajaya ..

Upon arrival, the person in the counter asked me whether I’ve photocopied all documents including mummy’s antenatal appointment card.. I already did.. except the appointment card..

I was wondering.. WTH.. why they need such document? wouldnt it enough to see the actual copy? what if we didnt go for monthly check-up routine? What critical information the want by storing that document? heh.. i dunno.. anyone??

Heh.. didnt want to debate with their protocol, I’d to walk to Jabatan Imigresen which 3 blocks away to get the appointment card photocopied.. and another piece of paper + 20 minutes wasted unnecessacarily..

Last Saturday, we had a check up with Mrs’ Gynae and had this pelvimetry x-ray.. Dr said, after first baby, pelvix bone will open about 1-2 cm.. still it wasnt enough.. She confirmed that it is a very little chance of Mrs for having a normal delivery due to small pelvix opening.. hmmm.. expecting another c-sect then.. so we immediately booked her on Monday morning.. 0830..

Sunday evening, 1800 we packed everything and checked-in to SJMC, went for buka and back to the hospital.. The Zens, were all spending the night at ward.. Jr was the one who over-excited on expecting his little sister, and be a “Ko-Ko”.. slept late, woke up early and as usual became the mr cranky over the afternoon..

Well.. around 2350, Dr Delailah came by and visited us.. she told that OT wasnt available at 0830, thus she scheduled the op at 0700.. wah.. so early.. we didnt sleep very well last night.. some firecrackers outside were very disturbing..

around 0530 nurse woke Mrs up and began to prep her for the op.. Jr already awoke and didnt want to continue to sleep.. worried about his mummy and excited to wait for baby.. all the Toks arrived just before Mrs went to OT.. too bad they dont allow father to be around.. unlike DSH during Jr last time.. ah.. anxiously we waited outside the OT..

0730 a nurse came into the waiting room with the little one.. heard her small cries but immediately stopped when i began the iqamah to her ears.. ahhhh.. so ’sejuk perut daddy’… :P.. 2.97kg 48.5cm.. born at 0723.. “Baby macam faeq”, Jr said..

The nurse said they gonna put her in nursery to warm her up for around 4 hours.. and mrs only gonna be back in one hour.. by then, Jr already missed his mummy very much and ask me to wait outside the OT.. only around 0900 Mrs was out of the recovery room, and there she was.. lovely, pretty and gorgeous as always even on the very tough day.. alone in the OT..

1130, Mr, Mrs and Jr were joined together for the first time with the latest addition to the Zen family.. Zayn Nayla* binti Zen Akmal.. Two guys and a girl + one more now.. Alhamdulillah, rezeki ramadhan..

As Uncle Achid said, “You are not a man until you have a baby girl..”

* subject to change before registration.. btw : Nayla = Acquirer; Obtainer; Successful

ps: there was a suara-suara asking to name the baby - Bunga Citra Lestari.. but rather not since i’ve to be very careful for every boy name ashraf..

post note : I kinda freaked out when need to change her diaper at 2.30am.. what a relief after actually made it… phewww.. sooo forget how to do it… :p

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
but she’s just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change

And I’ve done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I’m starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Ooh, you see that skin?
It’s the same she’s been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she’s left
cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman’s good, good heart

On behalf of every man
looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.