Amir Hamza - 15 Months

Amir Hamza - 15 Months

Amir Hamza turns 15 months. A handful of cheekiness and some times, a grumpy old man in a 15 month old baby's body.

we were shopping at giant jb and didn't bring the stroller.

he was too tired to eat. so we had to improvise.

he remained asleep after the took the stroller out.

at the clinic after a blood test.

he's fascinated by the band-aid on his index finger.

fooling around with my phone in the dark.

my colleague gloria gave this tent+balls set. he totally loves it.

i'm not too crazy about it because...well, guess whose job it is to pick up the stray balls all over the place?

caught you red-handed!

riding a bike...

...just like abi.

mother's dinner at Fish & Co.

icu had a drink that was bigger than hamza's face!

some weekends we'll head down to the water playground at Lot One.

he loves getting wet and slowly daring to try all the water elements.

the taps and the buckets...

even if it squirts up into his face. he used to cry, but slowly he got used to it and has even learnt how to avoid getting water in his eyes.

and this is the part i like best...

when he crashes to sleep for a good 2 hours after a

mere 15 mins of water play...

I'm Bringing Blogging Back

I'm Bringing Blogging Back

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ok updates! work-wise, only one word can describe it: s t a g n a n t.
since h1n1 happened, everything else takes a back seat. emails are not answered as timely as before as most of my counterparts at the other hospitals are down for triage duty. most of the events have been cancelled, and although the gahmen says we're moving towards a more relaxed approach, our cluster is still moving along cautiously, with daily temperature checks and travel advisories. thank goodness all overseas travel has been suspended – partly due to the flu situation, and partly due to us doing such a good job last year that 5 year targets have been met at the 3 year mark. : )

so yes, i have a bit more free time at work, which i use constructively by finding out more about "the big change" and other relevant information which will support my cause. ooopps, i've not told you about "the big change"? oh good, ok in time i will reveal more. till then, doas are much appreciated as i go down this new path in life. : )

on the home front, hamza turns 15 months in a couple of weeks time and i love him more and more everyday. isn't it funny, that just as a mother thinks she's loved her child as much as she can, the next day she loves him just that much more? well, i can love him to bits but love alone doesn't make me a good mother. sometimes i do delay his bedtime to catch the 9pm channel 8 drama serial, or forget to bring his biscuits, or leave his milk at home. *terlupa lah...betul.* *sigh* but i try my very bestest best. it's very entertaining to err...entertain him nowadays, when his cheekiness and "clever" ness comes out. actually, i wanna say naughty, but aby says we shouldn't say he's naughty, we should say that he's clever. or curious. well…when he's smearing baby powder all over his toys, i think he's being too clever. and when he's sticking his finger into the laundry detergent container, he's just being too curious!

aby's in the midst of changing jobs. alhamdulillah, we have rezki on that front, as in he gets better and better offers. i wish we can sneak in more couple time together. must not forget to work on our marriage while raising kids. i found that we learn something new about each other everyday, especially in the area of dealing with hamza. we have very different parenting styles, which i guess is a very close reflection of our respective characters. yes, we clash sometimes, but i think we have to work on finding middle ground before hamza grows old enough to notice this and try to pit us against each other. : )

rejab's coming to an end, and shaaban beckons. soon the blessed month of ramadan will be upon us. i have to start planning for pre-made meals for iftar (hmn…bulan puasa selalu nak makan macam macam) so reaching home at 6.15pm is not such a mad rush and as minister of (my)home affairs, i have to draw up the schedule of the house, who’s fetching hamza, who’s cooking, who’s cleaning, etc. i pray that we do better in ramadan this year, compared to last year, where work took center stage for me and aby had to pick up the slack. i really wanna rant about the oh-so-many dilemma of a working mom, but we’ll save that for another day.

i really need a holiday.

or a reunion, at least. SOHABAHS! DO Y'ALL HEAR ME?!?!