on kismis eve, i visited the President of the Union of Bambinos at his house. it was so high up, i thought we’d climbed jack’s beanstalk!

i was almost right. there were golden roosters at the top…

and not to mention a Giant (Toddler).

ouh, my brudder Tahuiboy came along too.  

but it took a while before he warmed up and joined the Giant and me.

me? my engine is always running lah. the only time it stalls is when i fall asleep. teehee.

thankyew unkle moby and unty trin for feeding us hungry people!

maybe next time mummy – err, i mean, DADDY will cook up a storm in our tiny kitchen. but mummy said, before we can invite any more people for proper sit-down lunch/dinner parties, we seriously need to buy nicer dining plates, and get rid of our current dining table which she doesn’t like very much. (i suspect this is an excuse for her to shop.)

anyone wants a superheavyduty yellow marble dining table for FREE?? she’s feeling very santa claus.

meanwhile, multiply and be merry… ho ho ho!(eh. kismis day over already ah?)

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dear aniq,

before the magical month of december ends and you grow any older, let me recap what went on at your first birthday party.

we hope that in time to come, you’ll see these pictures and hear the stories so often that you’ll always have fond memories of it, even if you can’t actually recall anything from that day. :)

there was you, the birthday boy, all sweaty within minutes of running around. 

there was the pinata, a plane, chock-filled with enough chocs and candies to cause a pandemic sugar rush among the children present.

there was the inflatable pit, full of colorful plastic balls that flew and hit many unsuspecting victims, children and adults alike (yours truly included). the mountain of megabloks were added ammunition.

the bouncy castle, that brought joy to your many cousins and other friends (and mummy).

there were cakes, none of which you got to taste (ha ha).

there were also all that food that mysteriously went unphotographed. but i believe the potato salad and the satay were big hits. ;)

there was the Wall of ‘Fame’, where the aunties and uncles delighted in seeing their pictures with you, from day one to day 365. they kept them as souvenirs, and wrote their wishes for you. (i’ll make sure you read them… some day.)

there were games, to keep the sugar-laden children occupied.

some said you cheated, coz of daddy. heh.

you’re really lucky, you know. you really are.

look at what the kakaks made for you. they sacrificed many cleo magazines and hours for that gorgeous collage, perfect for that playroom-tak-jadi-jadi of yours. and the cards, some were even hand-made. wow. did i mention you’re really lucky?

and mummy has to mention the goody bags she lovingly filled for the kids. oy, not easy selecting the items that make the cut for the goody bags, ok. must follow theme one. mummy very anal. (however, mummy’s honeystar-filled cups failed quite miserably, coz they ended up mostly toppled over. bah.)

so there. you turned one.  mummy and daddy apparently took two weeks to recover.

but we love celebrating everything about you, tau. you turning one is a HUGE milestone, worthy of all that work. not just for you, but for us too.

coz it’s also us turning ONE, as full-fledged parents.

to many more celebrations, luv.

your bestest fans,
daddynmummy

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this time round, we have babies in tow, from east to north to west. they GENERALLY behaved very well (no cries or tantrums, just a lot of walking/menggelitis-ing, crawling, and drooling).

one newly-married couple’s luck was like the proverbial kentang that day. the bini dropped her newly-bought camera in the cab on the way to the first house, and after the last house, the laki dropped his wallet! thankfully, the wallet was found by a kind soul, who deposited it at jalan bahar police station. next year, jangan misplace anak sudah, ye!

it was SO LATE by the time everyone arrived, and cheesecakes and eclairs were devoured. by the time we left the last house, it was close to 1am and the babies (and some adults too) were zonked out. next year, our house last pulak lah, ye!

and we promise to handcuff the little tornado then too. :D

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for all that wrestling and smacking and snatching moments between these two, there are also the heartwarming ones.

awwww…

you gotta wonder, are they really hugging out of brudderly love, or are they about to attempt another body-slam? lol!

i was just looking at the raya pics last year – dadam was a year old, chubbier, and had the same fascination as aniq does now with my uncle’s motorbike.

now he’s turning two, skinnier, taller, and not too impressed by the bike anymore.

what will aniq be like next raya, i wonder… will he be talking like a mak nenek the way dadam is now? will he be a whole head taller too?

oh gosh.

i GOTTA savour his littleness as much as possible NOW!

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our first raya as a complete family. well, as complete as a family goes, for now – father, mother, child. :)

oh my, the lil one had the time of his life (which is not a stretch, seeing he’s only chalked up ten months of life) during the festivities! he thrives in the company of people, and there were many who were happy to take him off our hands everywhere we went. to that, i say a resounding “PHEW”. hehe.

it’s a little easier now that he’s able to toddle by himself. when i feel like he’s sliding down, i can just set him on his feet and let him roam for a while while i regain MY balance. and it IS a balancing act, with the raya essentials of heels, hair, handbag, figure-hugging baju (har har), and now, plus a diaper bag and wriggly baby.

since he loves being out and seeing new places and meeting people, raya is needless to say, Very Fun for him.

not too sure if the harried (and ultimately BROKE – is it our imagination or has there been a sharp rise in the number of babies this year??) parents feel the same, though.

but! i know i look forward to seeing my luvlies soon…. on ah, girls? ;)

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