Announcement!

Just dropping by to announce that we have a new blog up. Called 'Baby Can Read' - its aim is to share views and information about literacy at early age and critical baby developments. Do drop by and share your views and experience. Would love to hear from you.

Regards,
Mas & Ez
Izzul Baby Gift
Baby Can Read

I swear....not!

Syawal is drawing closer. I vowed to myself earlier this month that this year is going to be simple and decent. Just one new outfit and nothing else.
But girls will always be girls. I just can't keep to my promise. I was walking pass by a few shoe stores and I am already eyeing for.... not one.. but 2 pairs! Sigh! Yes, Olin, Both heels. I miss heels so much during my pregnancy. My mom barred me from anything higher than 0.2 inch. ha!
What's our other soft spot, ladies?? Did I hear bags? Bingo! In fact, I'm itching to get for myself Jaipur Tangerine. That is so going to match well with my outfit this year - happens to be orange - and the shoe that I had my eyes on....



But I got for myself Dhara - Cozy in Koh Samui and Ez offers to carry them all the time. He likes that it is a backpack. So... sigh!
Another life changing decision to make...

Izzul's first Terawih

Izzul turned 10 months yesterday. And today I can officially say he can walk! Hmm, do taking 3 to 4 steps at one go considered as walking? It's ok. I shall mark this on my calender anyway.
It is already 15th day of Ramadhan. And this year, Ramadhan is definitely quite different. For one, I have Izzul with me to enjoy the joys Ramadhan (and enjoy the beautifully-lit geylang serai which we visited every other weekend despite 'swearing' not to step into geylang once Ramadhan comes) , but at the same time, it deprives me of the night prayers known as Terawih that I have always been accustomed to. No feelings of regret, instead it got me thinking how I could miss going to one when I used to dread going to it last time. "Alah bisa tegal biasa" A malay saying that quotes as a difficult task that if being done over and over again can eventually come with ease.
So today I tried bringing Izzul to Terawih :) He loved the wide carpeted space so I let him ventured out.. but yet he stay close enough for me to keep watch. Good enough for now.
And yes God-Aunties, Izzul would love to "iftar" with you people. Just a word of caution from his mom. It is not going to be a peaceful break fast. She's going to let you guys decide...

Well, Ros, I was trying very hard to capture him with his teeth... so I made him say aaahhhhh........... instead this is the best I got >>>>



ok, maybe it's not supposed to be aaahhh... but eeee... But that's gonna be quite a task since he only knows how to work around one vowel and that is "a".

Ramadhan is here!

It's the 3rd day of Ramadhan. Hope it is not too late for me to wish all Muslims a blssed Ramadhan.
This is the first year we are celebrating with Izzul. After the sun sets on the last day of Syaaban, I was overwhelmed with syukur. It was less than a year ago that I was thinking to myself, next year, it will quite different celebrating Ramadhan and Syawal. And I can't believe how fast time flies. I am so happy to be able to meet Ramadhan again and to have all my beloved family with me all in good health.
I was all pregnant at 8 months last Ramadhan and was still working at my previous company. During lunch time, I would sneak into an empty room and take a short nap. Sometimes, the "trials and tribulations" of being pregnant makes the experience memorable. I do miss stroking gently my big round tummy. hehe..
Anyway, we have done almost all our Hari Raya shopping last Saturday. Even then was not even Ramadhan yet, I could already see crowd forming at around 5pm at geylang. Totally forgot that there were the lighting up of Geyland Serai ceremony going on. We rushed out of the area after one hour of speed shopping. WIthin that one hour, we managed to find all our baju kurungs and tudung for myself and one cute songkok for Izzul- which he hates to wear. Izzul also had a chance to try on a baju kurung. Yes, just baju. No Pants.