When Zachary Turns FourZachary is somewhat the same like when he was three except magnified those a thousand times. He chatters more (with familiar people). He is still a pleasant boy to be around with. A favourite among the uncles and aunties and also the teenagers.One of the major milestones that Zachary has achieved before reaching four is that he has weaned off me. Now I am not sure whether it is his milestone or mine. I think it's more of the latter. It was hard for me emotionally to wean him off. The thing is if I want and really put more thoughts and energy I can do it..but I don't really want to. Zachary is my last child (if Allah wills) and I felt hard to let go the bonding of breastfeeding knowing that there won't be anymore for the rest of my life (unless Allah wills it otherwise). My lover prefers that we stop at three. I have always wanted to breastfeed ever since I got pregnant with Haziq. With Haziq I had a hard time to lactate him. Especially when the hospital was not breastfeeding friendly (year 1998) and compounded with Haziq who had to be left at the hospital for several days for jaundice. Having been fed nothing but bottle (sometimes my milk whenever I come), it was hard to reintroduce to him the wonderful milk of mine. All these was made worst because I had a hard "berpantang". It was the most merimaskan time of my life. And Haziq just refuse to sleep. I didn't have support from my parents. To them let's make life easier and thus the bottle. It's a hard batttle to fight because the odds are all against me. I persevered and finally I managed to fully breastfeed him a few weeks before my maternity leave is due. Oh I remembered the aches of retaining the milk throughout the working hours. I certainly remember the pumping session in the ladies' surau. *Smiles at Gart*. Now comes that Haziq turns two, another fight need to be fought. I need to wean him. The thing about me I like things in order. My order. I get stressed up when things do not abide to my unwritten rules. I wanted to conceive another one when the child turns two, but before that I want to make sure that I must wean the child first. Weaning was hard on me emotionally. I cried when Haziq cried. I remembered putting nescafe on myself to make it look gross and sick. But he continued suckling it. I suppose nescafe and milk is a good combination. I managed to wean him off eventually only to find him constipated with the bottle milk. There are always things to learn raising the kids. With the two years experience of breastfeeding, feeding Sya was a breeze. I can hold her in one hand feeding and still cook. I was also emotionally ready to wean her off when she turned two. As for Zachary he turned two when we are here in Qtar and I am not a career woman anymore. This made it hard to wean him as the hanging bottle is always in sight. But the bigger issue was me. Surely if I had wanted to wean him, I can. Lacking of discipline and being emotional made me delay it. But how did he wean finally? It must have triggered from school. Zachary was promoted to a bigger class and he was really proud that he is now a BIG boy. I slowly mentioned that big boy don't drink susu from Ibu anymore. This did have an effect on him. Initially he would deny and would claim that he is still small when it comes to susu time. He was three He only takes milk when we travel in the car or sleeping time. So I asked lover to put him to sleep. Zachary loved it. He enjoyed cuddling to his father too. The only problem was lover dozed off together with Jack. Ceh! And suddenly he exclaimed to us that he doesn't take susu anymore because he IS a big boy. When he wakes up at night, I knew he wanted susu, but he would think first and just cuddle under my armpit. I confess sometimes I did offer him. You know for last time, but he was steadfast that boy.  Hu hu hu. But because I know this is for the best and he was already three plus by then, I let it be.
I still miss it though. He still cuddles alot but I miss the eye. The way he looks at me or look at nothingness when he milks. Having cuddle so close I can sniff his hair and stroke him to sleep. Indeed breastfeeding my children is definitely one of the best achievements in my motherhood cycle. I am thankful to Allah who provides me with abundance of milk. Alhamdullillah. Allah is most generous. Oh another thing. Zachary can still fits in his two year old jeans. The waist is fine, but the length is short. His small waist (and size) makes it difficult to find jeans for him. The length is good, the waist is small. I would go for those jeans with the adjustable belt on the waist. Anyway, on his fourth birthday one of my friends invited us for breakfast at their place. Since this is one of my closest buddies, I asked her whether I can bring over a cake and do the birthday stuff. *tak malu menumpang rumah orang*. I recommend cake Sultan from Bateel. Sedap gilos. 
Bebudak berebut cake decoration of chocolates and chocolate filled biscuits Relevant reads Jack Turns three. Look how he does his tahyat Jack turns two : An interview with a two year old Jack turns one : Read how he comes out of me Also read my "concern" of weaning him Mother's Day : Zachary I bought Zachary a little hummer the other day. Actually I bought it with his own money. He got himself a QR50 Carrefour voucher. In fact Haziq and Batrisyia each got one too because they represented Malaysia team during the ASEAN Bazaar day sometime ago. They modeled the Malaysian clothes. Basically pakai baju rayalah. The pictures HERE.
So I got him a little hummer and even a littler (he he) ambulance. You know these car models in boxes, they usually tie up the car with wires to a board so that the car won't move around in the box. But this little hummer was not tied up with wires instead it was screwed to a plastic board. Zachary wanted to play with it immediately we got home and asked me to unscrew the car off the board. Alaaa I am really lazy you know. Sure I can unscrew and screw for that matter. I can solder too. But I really do not want to go in the cramp storeroom. I have to half stand in the dark claustrophobic room to get the toolbox. And I am lazy to open up the toolbox. My lover also has extra bits in the toolbox that when you open it, you have to rearrange the things in order for the box to be closed properly. And I have no patience for all that. So I told him wait for ayah. he said ok. But just look at him. Patiently pushing the car still on its board. No complaints and no tantrums. Just slight disappointment. And I am a mother after all. So I took the toolbox. half standing in the dark dingy room. Opened the box and took out the philips screwdriver. Come Jack, let me open it for you. And he gave me that look. That indescribable look. The look of thanks. Little hummer :QR35 Littler ambulance : QR5 The look : PRICELESS Making the shaytan go awayI wrote in my previous entry about the kids listening to a scary story by Master Potty. Naturally they got slightly jittery.Batrisyia was relieved though that she has memorised Annas and AlFalaq. She said, I can recite this before I go to sleep, no shaytan will disturb me. Haziq boasted that he can already recite Ayat Kursi. Zachary, then realised that he didn't have any ammunition. And not wanting to be the only victim to this terrible situation, he exclaimed, "You know you know. if you read Bismillahirahmanirahim, the shaytan will go away." He he. He is truly an original. Today I thought him the use of Alistiadzah. (I seek refuge with Allah from Shaytan the cursed one.) Bolehlah tu for a start ek?  Loi LoiI have mentioned to you before that some people are happily matching Jack Jack and Loi Loi together. Loi Loi, if you must know is Mr. and Mrs Fath's youngest daughter. The whole family are very close to us. I must say I am very comfortable with them. Jack Jack and Loi Loi are always playing together in such if you are looking for one, you need to find the other. And Loi Loi would be very unhappy if Jack Jack is not at the same function she goes. Will Jack Jack be there, she'd ask. This is probably due to that in my circle of friends they are the only two of the same age. (Actually Loi Loi is older by a year.)They talk the same language too. And Jack Jack is quite a gentleman. He even took his time to buckle Loi Loi's sandal on, which was quite hard on his motor dexterity.
Not enough that everyone teases Jack jack and Loi Loi, but they will continuously tease me as the mother in law. Especially when they see me feeding Loi Loi. Suap tangan tu. Habis dah dia nak, suap ajelah. I don't mind all these, mainly because I have always liked Mr. Fath and wife. I don't mind playing along because I respect them too. They are a delightful family. Lainlah Mr and Mrs Twit. Uhuk uhuk. And don't get me wrong, I don't advocate girlfriend boyfriend games. But like I said, they are wonderful friends. And we all are almost like relatives. Yesterday i got news. Not so good news. Loi Loi fell off the car. A moving car. On the road. A busy road. Mommy's driving. I was shocked last night. I tried calling them. But either it was engaged or it was not picked up. My lover was on the phone with a friend, planning something for this coming weekend. I asked him to stop. I asked my kids to make prayers for Loi Loi. Jack Jack kept asking Loi Loi? Why Loi Loi? I managed to sms Mr. Fath and was relief to be told that Loi Loi is miraculously ok. I was so relief. This morning, I bumped into Mrs. Fath in the arabic school. So I asked her what happened. From what she told me, Ya Allah, it was a near miss. When Mrs Fath got off the car, Loi Loi's hand looked like it was under the wheels. But amazingly it didn't hit her hands, instead it was only her sweater. Can you imagine that? And to think some more that Loi Loi fell onto the busy side of the road. And she is small. And in Qatar everyone drives fast. The only consolation was, she didn't fell head first. The other consolation was, Mrs fath just made a U-turn and was not in full speed yet. In fact Mrs. Fath managed to see Loi Loi holding on to the door half running on the road. ya Allah ya Allah! Please don't bombard me with issues of childlock, seat belt and car seat. I am sure Mrs fath is already guilty as it is. And Loi Loi has never ever fiddle with the lock until that fateful day. I cried listening to Mrs fath. I cried with her. Right there at the bottom of the stairs in the arabic school. I cried because I was and still am thankful to Allah that he wants to extent the loan of Loi Loi to fath's family, the loan for us to cherish this little bubbly girl. I feel that the family was given a second chance. And for that I was thankful. Syukur! Syukur Ya Allah! I was feeling so overwhelmed that I could not concentrate in class. I was called almost all the time to the board and I made silly mistakes and then still manage to get myself lost in space only to be called ya Lollies, are you with us? I apologised to my teacher after that and explained why was I so spaced out. She gave me a hug. I think this incident is a reminder to us all. Child lock. Seat belts. And what nots. And our love ones can be taken away anytime. 
Because FD is Doing ItI was looking at FD's new hobby in her entry, HERE. Oooohhh how nice to archive pictures of cuties in comic strips and see how we translate their thoughts.Then I tought, hey I used to make strips for JackJack too. I was looking for it and I realise it was in modblog and I didn't have a back up for it. And this is the only stripI have in my harddisk. So for old time sake and for archiving, I repost this.    
ExemplaryYour children imitate you. They do things based on what they observe. More often than not, you are their role model. Beware beware of bad habits.I would prefer to brush Jack's teeth myself you know. But like all children emerging into independent individual, he wants to do it himself because he thinks he can. And I do oblige because he needs to learn. I was brushing my teeth one night with jack next to me on a stool supposedly brushing his teeth too. I can see him looking at me. No no he was not just looking, he was watching. And he was imitating my brushing movement. Suddenly I found myself the need to brush correctly. Taking longer time at a spot. Doing the circle movement. Exaggerating at every stop. poking at the sides longer and looking like I am enjoying it. If he is going to learn, he'd better learn it the right way and not get corrupt in brushing teeth like I actually am. He copied this with such intensity. And because I am trying my best to show him the correct way, I did with so much energy. Even more than my usual less than one minute teeth brushing. And with all the vigorous movement, I sometimes got my bangs into my eyes. I flipped my hair so that I can see better. I saw Jack. he was doing that too. He flipped his hair. Hmm. Let me do that again. Brush my teeth, and flip my hair. And he brushed his teeth and he did it. He flipped his hair at the very same spot I flipped. If in his future years, he brushes his teeth and flip his hair, that ladies and gentlemen is exemplary for you.  Looky Who is ThreeLooky LookyWho is three Why, of course It is Zachary!! JackJack turned three last 7th June. We didn't do much. Someone invited us over to his house and I thought why not buy a good cake and let him blow candles there. That is after all Jack's favourite house to go to. Apparently JacJack has a good new friend there. A cute little Ah Moi fondly known as LoiLoi. Both of them are inseparable. LoiLoi would happily pull JackJack to her daddy's room to play computer. The adults are well too amused with all these. the men all patting JackJack's back saying waaahh JackJack pandai pilih amoi. Here are some photos on that night Main 400. I just realised that he is the only one who has never played with jigsaw puzzle. They are expensive here. But I bought one for his 3rd birthday. He likes them. Malasnya nak layan pulak. Keeping my own tradition, I will jot down Jack's progress so when I am old and he is older, we can all look back and remember what he is like at three years old.  He can count to 12. He knows some alphabets because he likes to ask. I know he knows A, O and X. He loves me reading to him. He loves akak reading to him. He loves ayah reading to him. He loves abang playing with him. Especially pretend king fu. He likes to converse only with us not with other adult. He would talk and talk and insert his increasing vocabularies. He thinks he is making jokes. Sometimes when I ask something, he would purposely answer differently than I expect and laugh. He sleeps most of the time when I pick up the kids and can amazingly continue sleeping even when I have to carry him in the hot sun from the car in the dusty sand, open the gate, open the door and tumble on his bed. He has his own bed now, which is next to mine. He likes to wear good clothes. Long sleeves to him is baju pwer rangers. Jeans is big seluar. He wants baju power rangers and big seluar. Someone told me he is always smiling. he looks so sweet. He is an easy boy to handle. He doesn't htrow tantrums. He doesn't cry much. He doen't hit other kids. He bosses his siblings though. The bigger boys like to play with him. Some uncles adore him greatly. One call himself atok. He is a lucky boy. He can kick his abang and tease his sister, and they all still adore him. He likes to follow us pray. Only for a while and climb up on his dad prostrating and sit on his lap during tahyat akhir. He loves prostrating though. And when he does tahyat akhir, he would tilt his head to the side trying to imitate us. He is till drinking my milk. He is a charming boy and I am so lembik with him. Relevant reads Jack is one. Jack is two. I Want Biiigg One I bought some chocolate filled croissants the other day. Zachary wanted one, so I took one out of the clear plastic box. He said Noooooo. I want biiigggggggg. I think he must thought that I halved the croissant. I said to him this is big. They are all the same. Noooo. I want biiigggg. Big one. Because I am quite a rational person and a mother should know better which battle to pick with their kids, I put the croissant back in the box. I shoved the box to him and let him choose for himself. He inspected the four croissants. After sometime he finally picked one. Satisfied and happy that he got his way and hand with a "big" croissant, he ran to the living room. Little did he know, he just picked the same croissant I gave him earlier. Biiiigg one indeed. Blame the Parents My parents went to Carefour the other day. We went along too. As usual my mum would pull out the trolley and put me in there. Most of the times Kakak Sya would get in there too. Abang had to walk though. My parents wanted to get themselves a cordless phone and stopped to compare between one phone to another. I can see abang already busying himself with the PS2 CDs. Even kakak jumped out of the trolley to join abang. I want to join them too. I begged my mum to take me out. "Ibu I want down! I want down!" Ibu trying to read the specs lifted me up and I ran to abang. I have no idea why abang would want to look at those Cds even. Not that we have PS2 anyway.Yaaawwwnnn. I don't understand all the hype. No one is listening to me either. Hmm. Hey! Look at them biigg tvs. My my. I think I'll check it out. |Abang", I called out to Haziq, "Look! TV!" He usually likes watching the skateboard shows on those display TV. He ignored me and was busy reading the back of the CD. OK! I go alone! Man this is boring. They are showing zoom up movie about flowers. Colourful flowers. Different tv same flower. Yaawwwnnn. So I walked on further. Then the aisle ran out of TV. I turned, wondering where they all are. Not in sight. But hey look up in front! Are those toy sections?? Yayyyy! I know abang and kakak will always run to the toy section. But I got here first! yay! yay! Padan muka abang. I got to this game console first. I win! You lose! But this is boring. Where is kakak? She would know what to press. They sure are taking too much time at the CDs. Suddenly I saw Ibu walking past me looking for something. I shouted. "Ibu. Look I am playing game." She turned and immediately hug me and said where did you go?? Oh! Oh! Somehow I think I am in trouble. I kept quiet. I felt some kind of strange feeling. Ayah came looking angry. he barked that I get in the stroller and not to get out. Then we moved and past the camping section. My mum was interested with this big garden shed. She opened the door and both abang and kak ran into it. They said it would be a perfect place to play hide and seek. I got up too. I want to play too! Ayah shouted at me! Sit jackjack. I blinked my tears away. But I just want to play with kakak abang. Then Ibu said, its ok. Make you sure you sit back on your stroller. I played for a while and sat immediately after. I tried making jokes with Ibu. She didn't respond much at first. Until we got to the vege section. I got up and shook my butt to a song. She laughed. Then I sat back. I must please her this time. Occasionally I would got up and sat down until at one point Sya got to my stroller first. Which is fine by me. I want to walk with ibu now. We got to the processed food section. Abang wanted some nuggets and sausages. I hate this section. It is cold and I cannot see anything. Everything is taller than me. Kakak was still in the stroller. I think I will go to ayah. I think he would want to queue up by now. So I raaaaannnnnnnnnn. I raaaaannn. Eh where is ayah? He was right in front of me just now. He must be at one of the counters by now. Ok I should walk now. Looking at all the counters, I can see m&ms. I know what I want already. I want the green tube m&m. I am sure Sya wants a pink one. Abang who always think he is cool would want the nut one and refuse to take the tube one. He says its for babies. Where is ayah? Walk further. You can tell its me if you see me walking that day. I was hugging a big red balloon. We went to Pizza Express earlier and the kind Indonesian waiter gave each of us a big red balloon. Abang's balloon had popped. So i am making sure he is not taking mine. So there I was, walking with a big red balloon in my arms. I am the boy with the big red balloon. I am worried! I couldn't see ayah. The counter aisle are almost at its end. I clutched my balloon tighter. An Arab boy came to me and touched my balloon. I would usually smile back but I want my ayaaahhh now. I must not panic. I walked on. Then I heard it, Jack!! I turned and it was ayah. He quietly pulled my hands and took me to ibu, abang and kakak. Ibu had that look. Sad? I am not sure. I have seen her sad. This is not just sad. She had a worried look. Guilty look and an angry look altogether. Everyone was quiet. I don't know what to say. I sat on my stroller. In the car, everyone was quiet. It was so deafening this silence. I didn't even hear the radio even though it was turned on. After sometime, Ibu turned around to me. She looked at me. I took it as a cue. Ibu, I said, I want susu. She took me in her arms and kissed me. One long deep kiss on my forehead and I snuggled up to her bosom. Then she whispered something "Not to do that again. I was worried. Do not walk away without ibu and ayah with you. Please Jack. I love you" I felt sad but was somewhat relieved. I have this feeling in my heart. But I don't know what it is. Comforted by the milk, I got up and dodged the big red balloon at abang. And that was all I wanted to do. Play with the big red balloon. Potty and manners It was a one week half term holiday last week. All the kids at home and happy that they can get up late. So suddenly feeling like a good mom. I thought why not potty train JackJack. I rolled up the carpets for unwanted spills, which are aplenty on the first two days. Benda nilah yang malas nak layan bebudak ni. On the third and the fourth day, he responded when I urge him to pee on the scheduled time. And soon after he began to understand the feeling of wanting to pee. And this week he shouted "Ibuuuu, Jack nak tintin!! (Jack wants to pee!!). So yayyy. *flip But of course I have not been very discipline about it. He still wears diapers going to sleep and when we go out. But then again, I am in no hurry. Just going with the flow. My flow. The other thing, Jackjack, surprisingly, loves his please and thank yous. Buu, Jack nak thuthu, please buuu. (Jack wants milk pleassseee) Jack nak power rangers please buu (Jack wants power rangers please buu) Boleh Jack nak biskut please (Jack wants biscuits please) and when you give him biscuit for example, he would say thank you bu. He made me melt that way. Even when I don't really want to give him susu (milk) or biscuit, and he said pleeeaasssee with his smiling pleading eyes, little button nose and slight pouting lips, I would just give in. Gua cair babe. Cair! My lover said I am so lembik with him. Where did he get that? These thank yous and please anyway? I don't think it's me. Seriously, he he, I don't think I have that much of a manners. I don't remember saying please. More like "Sya ambik baju tu lipat cepat!!(Sya pick up your mess). While we are on that note, somebody commented about Batrisyia. That she wondered why is it that Batrisyia is so soft spoken and so sweet mannered. Surely not from me. I am after all, quoting the screwboy, an epitome of loudness. Lacking in manners and also a walking hailer. I suppose not all traits go down to your children eh? |
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