party animal
we dressed him up for his first birthday party.
theme: animals!

sit, aniq, sit!
he’s been practising his sitting position lately, slowly sliding forward after a few seconds.
get ready to giddy up!
wolverine
you wouldn’t know from looking at that smile that he’s feeling under the weather.

but that’s how he’s like. upbeat despite discomforts.
he came down with fever, the first i believe, since he was born.

brought him to the doctor and gave him his medication. and not to forget, a lot of that good ol’ booby milk.

slept on me for an hour… and VOILA. fever was gone.

“cepat eh dia baik?”
“breastmilk mahhh…”
“macam wolverine. i pon nak minum ah…”
“minum lah… dalam fridge banyak.”
maybe next time we’ll just bring him to see Doctor Dadam instead.

it’ll definitely be cheaper.
yet another discovery
after years of working here, only NOW i discover we have a baby diaper-changing facility in the building! gee.

wellll, not that i intend to bring the baby to my workplace for any reason. eek, no thanks.
but it’s another perfect hide-out for my pumping sessions, seeing that hardly anyone else uses it. plus point is the hot water dispenser and sink, convenient for me to wash up the pumps and go.

AND, a good place for me to have a quiet lunch too! :)

what’s in this bag, aunty nana?
shampoo boy
he tends to do this… shampooing motion to his hair.
*scratch scratch scratch*

got dandruff, boy?
vitamins for the working mum
and so it ends, my superb five-month stint as a SAHM. sigh.
i was an emotional wreck on the first day back at work, not so much from missing the lil bub, but from the administrative mess i had to wrangle with – carpark issues, different workstation, new phone line, etc etc. i was ready to break down by lunch time. :S
thankfully, i found myself a new haven.
called the family vitamins room for some reason, it’s really a nursing room for the working mums in the building who need to express BM. it comes with a security passcode, very secret, covert operation-like, heh.
there’s a black sofa (no doubt speckled with milk stains) to sink in and relax while we pump, as well as a folding screen and a few chairs to accommodate a number of people at the same time.

there’s a cd/radio set to, erm, set the mood… magazines and resource books on breastfeeding and parenting (some children’s books for, i guess, those who happen to bring their babies along?)… and importantly, a fridge for storing our precious EBMs.

actually, the first day of work, i forgot the valve for the pump! like DUH! of course, that added to my frustration of an already-horrible start to the day. despite that glitch, i did manage to pump enough. (don’t ask me how! bah.)
so now, i try not to forget any important parts.

chatting with the other mums proved useful, and provided a sort of camaraderie, a mini-support group.
i’m really glad my organisation is pro-family (hah! it HAS to be, seeing what we do), and while this may not be the best nursing room out there (i hear it used to be nicer, with ambient lights or something, before it moved to its current location) it’s pretty nice to know Someone Up There is supportive of our efforts at providing our young ones the best nutrition, and us mothers a peace of mind while we’re at work. it’s like taking a few minutes break to feed our babes, though we’re not there physically.
so, it looks like i’ll be coming round here quite a bit… ;)
hairy issue
being a relatively ‘hairy’ baby, we decided it was time for his second haircut, this time along with his daddy.

can i have my hair cut like yours, daddy?

just a bit on the side, mister.

my, it’s noisy getting a haircut.

*gulp* i’m not so sure i’m liking this…
i think i’m more traumatised than him, actually. i have this heavy-hearted reluctance to part with his hair, for some reason.
it’s like… he was born with all that hair, it came with him when i gave birth to him, and i love his hair so much!
i used to have a strange attachment to MY hair when i was small myself. i’d cry every time i had a hair cut. the longest i ever had my hair was till my waist.
but society dictates that boys should have short hair, and it’s bad enough people STILL mistake him for a girl, lol! oh and furthermore, the hair on the sides made his ears itchy and scratchy.
oh well. it’ll grow. :p
mums’ day
i’d say this would be a milestone for me.
my first Mothers’ Day. wow. what does it all mean..?



it’s about celebrating the amazing feats of that superhuman who gave birth to us. but this time round, i’m included in this sorority.
though now i know, it sure ain’t easy living up to that label – superhuman OR mother.
lullaby baby…
’singing’ himself to sleep.
in conversation
lying on the couch, deep in discussion with my friend.
that’s ‘imaginary’ friend to you!
quit playing games with my heart
ouhhh! what’s this? blueberry cheesecake, you say…?

yes! gimme gimme gimme! eh..? what the -? where’d it go??

ack, curses! i can’t believe i fall for it EVERY TIME! bah! bah!

ouhh! what’s this? sunrise surprise, you say…?

