I'm sorry Imran

I wanted to share this little story which happened about a couple of weeks ago. All this while I thought every time Hani cried, its either she was hurt or being bullied by Imran. But this incident changed my quick-to-judge assumption. hehehe
I was tired from doing house chores and cooking. So I decided to bring everyone upstairs so that I can take a nap. I was lying on my bed when I heard Hani was crying. I asked Imran what happened and he just pointed at the drawers where I keep their clothes. I immediately thought that Hani's fingers was stuck between the drawers which has happened lots of time. I just told Imran to be careful and make sure hani doesn't get hurt. A couple of minutes went by and Hani was crying again. I got up without putting on my glasses just called Imran and asked him again. What happened? He pointed to the drawers again and just said that he hit Hani's hand. I told him to stop doing that and he just kept quiet. And I told Hani to come to me and join me to take afternoon nap. I even forced Imran to go to sleep. Fortunately every one did.
When I woke up afterwards, as I was walking towards the toilet, I stopped and saw the aftermaths of what Hani did before. The truth was, Imran scolded Hani for clearing his drawers. That's right. What I saw was Imran clothes has filled up my laundry basket and his drawer was empty!!! Arrggghhh..... I'm glad I just scolded Imran and did not smack his hand. Hani has cleared his drawer!! Hahaha... Guess when she saw the empty basket she had a sudden urge to fill it up. And the one drawer that she can reach was Imran's.
I am terribly sorry Imran for scolding you without confirming every single details. This is what you get when your mother doesn't have the perfect eyesight. Huhuhu...

BF story

I've read a lot of posts on BF. But I have yet to share my experience in BF my kids. The obvious difference is that I'm a stay-at-home-mother. So there's no need for me to pump. Well, that's not the real reason actually. The story goes this way...
When I gave birth to Imran, it was an unplanned c-section. Even during that moment I have already decided to BF my baby. With full support from Hubby and my dearest mom. There was a bit disagreement on some family members but I try to take it as a challenge. Unfortunately for me though, I did not inform the nurses that I want to BF my baby so Imran's first milk was FM. Sorry sweetheart, I had blacked-out due to the massive anesthetic. Hahaha.. excuses. Anyway, there was not much help from nurses. I was having trouble to BF because neither moms had experience. It took me quite some time until Imran was able to nurse. A couple of weeks actually. I almost quit but Hubby firmly told me not to.
I was in pain due to my swollen breasts. Thank goodness in didn't get worse. I tried pumping but Imran still refuse to drink even from the bottle. Guess it tasted weird. Huuhuh.. When Imran finally agreed to nurse, I was so relieved. When I went back to work, I did left some BM for Imran however it was not enough. And I was not aware that I can pump at work so by the time I reached home my breast was heavy! Hahaha.. Seriously! My mom told me to put cabbage to lessen the swelling pain and I did! Imagine having a piece of cabbage inside your bra. Ahh.. sweet memories that was. Huhuhuh...
Anyway, after I left work, I decided I was too lazy to pump and bottle-feed Imran. Besides, Hubby was having a tough time to wake up in the middle of night. So around 3 or 4 months, Imran decided he has had enough with bottles. Hooray for Hubby!! No more waking up to prepare milk! And I need to learn how to BF lying on my side. From there onwards, Imran was definitely fully BF. Hehehe.. Though I've had some comment that BM is not nutritious enough compared to FM? I just shrugged them off. To me, they have no idea what they're saying.
When I first found out I was pregnant with Hani, my mom already warned me about BF during pregnancy. She adviced me to wean Imran ASAP. Given the fact usually it takes some time to wean a baby. Probably o1 to 2 months. If lucky, a few days or week. Heheh... But I went on BF until I was around 6 months pregnant. During pregnancy, my milk supply was ample enough for Imran. I still have to wear breast pad on daily basis because I was leaking through my t-shirts. Then again he was already on solid food, and MIL has told me to start Imran on formula. So we did. But I still BF during night time. Besides I was busy at the laundry shop during the day.
The weaning stage for Imran was a breeze. I did not expect it to be so quick. I've read about tips to wean but I chose a more friendly way. Haha... Most tips say to use coffee or lemon or lime. But I found it to harsh. I'm already addicted to coffee, I don't my baby to hate coffee. Hahaa.. As for lemon or lime, it's too acidic. Scared it would upset his tummy. Hehehe.. So I decided to use.. PEANUT BUTTER!!!! HAHAHA... I know, I know. What if Imran loves it? Then I'll just use something else. Lucky for me Imran hated it. And it only took me one time to do it. That's right. The next day he was weaned. Kind of put me in a very awkward position because I definitely did not expect it to be that fast. I thought I was giving Imran ample time for weaning. So Imran was weaned at around 22 months old. Almost 2 years.
Then Hani arrived. During confinement, Imran got a flashback because he was crying when I refuse to BF him. When I was being massaged, milk was dripping, and Imran came to me and asked for it. He went berserk when I refuse. You see, I'm not comfortable with tandem nursing. I would've feed him if not for the ladies in the house kept telling it's not his milk anymore, it belong to his sister now. Please don't judge me... Despite me not wanting to tandem nurse, I was feeling guilty for refusing to feed Imran. He was already 2 years old. Heh!
As for Hani, she went through the same ordeal as Imran at the hospital. FM first day, but this time I was prepared. Once I can get up (the very next day of labour), I asked to BF Hani, resulting the unwillingness of Hani to be bottle-fed. Hahaha.. I was so proud of Hani at that moment. She refused to be fed by the nurses. Every time she started to cry, she'll wake up every babies in the nursery so nurses had to stroll her in my room to be fed. Good girl!! I only call them for diaper change. Hahaha...!
And here I am still BF Hani. No idea when to wean. She'll probably wean herself. She tends to drink and eat whatever Imran is having. She was drinking Imran's FM before she turn one. She even refuses BM when she sees Imran drinking from milk from his straw bottle. She's now very good in using straw. She even drinks carton milks. I wonder what what else she'll get from observing her doting brother. Hahaha.. Oh yes, she recognizes Ultraman!

Imran and Ultraman

All these years I have tried my best to make sure Imran doesn't watch violent shows until he knows when and who he can test his martial-art skills. However, just because he watched one Ultraman episode at a relative's house, Atuk has bought him 3 Ultraman DVD's. From then onwards, he's been watching the movies religously. So far I have managed to make sure he doesn't make Hani a target practice. But not at gramp's place. He'll start to kick and scream if he couldn't take a solid punch at his sister.
These are photos Imran with his Ultraman bought at OU. We went there during the fasting month. He was angry because he left the DVD's in the car. Yes, he carries the cd's everywhere! The toy doesn't work because once he remembered the cd's he'll start to whine again.

I love this one!

Taken at our hotel room in Genting.

Raya Photos

Sorry guys! Better late than never right? Heheh..
Hubby's not in the picture though. We were unable to locate the tripod plus Imran was having a mild tantrum that morning.
More photos in my FB.

Finally...!!

At 14 months, Hani's gum is showing two beautiful teeth coming out!!!!

The case of low self-esteem

That's right. Though some of you might disagree with that, I do have a very serious problem with self-esteem. I know I can do better. But somehow I need others to give me the boost in order for me to have confident in myself. Unfortunately Hubby is not exactly a cheerleader type. Hehehe...
I've realized this ever since I was in school. I wanted a position but when given the opportunity, I immediately backed out. I chickened out right after the first interview. At least I went for the interview right? Wrong!! At some point people would vote for me. But I would find my way to avoid the responsibility. The one thing kept going through my mind, 'What if I screwed up? I'll let all these people down.' Then I would definitely have a complete emotional breakdown. Might as well I give up. Huhuhu...
So now, I'm having the same situation again. I know I can handle the task. But being surrounded by people with much more experience does not give you the right motivation. Anyway, Hubby has been trying to get me involved in something. Well, this is something I could do. If only I could make some new friends. Preferably around my age? Perhaps? Hmm... It could really give me a boost. See, I'm definitely doomed. I know what I have to do. I need to buck up and just give myself a pat in the back and talk to myself. Hahaha...
Dang Anis! Get a grip will ya?

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I'm back!

After a grueling 6 days of no internet, finally I have successfully changed the power supply for my computer. Hahah.. I could've done this days ago but I wanted to test my addiction level. And good news is I'm not affected that much. Though I could help myself from twittering from Hubby's Iphone and checking out the facebook updates. Huhuhu.. Guess that's why I failed my so-called cold turkey rehab!
Loads of updates but I can't seem to recall what to write right about now so I'll just update on one things which would be a surprise to some of my friends. Hihih.. Here goes...
Yesterday (18/10/2008), I went to a home-owner meeting. I don't really know how many meeting they have done but I have failed miserably to attend. Since Hubby had happily submitted my name for voluntary committee it seems right for me to attend it this time. Hubby has volunteered to take care of Hani and Imran while I attend the meeting alone! So I have no excuse. Hahah.. The truth is I have been interested to attend for quite some time.
Upon arriving 15 minutes late than the scheduled time, I was surprised to see they pre-tem committee was still lingering at the parking lot. Apparently they were still waiting for more people to arrive. Guess it's not exactly a popular meeting. By the time we went in to start, I was the only female in the room. I really want to believe I was also the youngest. Seeing that most of them had to use glasses to read.
With all the issues to be discussed, I have been appointed as a Secretary! Hahaha.. Hubby had predicted that actually. But fortunately for me, our beloved chairman insisted that another gentleman should have that post and I would be his deputy. And here I thought I would be the one chairing the Women Affairs committee. Dang!
After almost one hour, Hubby texted me saying Hani has started crying out for me. Meeting was only halfway through, so I had to run down to get Hani. Lucky me, Hani behaved very well during the meeting and did even asked for her daily dosage of BM. Good girl sweetheart!. Mummy's a Deputy Secretary now. So you need to behave and learn your P's and Q's. Hahahhaa...
The meeting was all right. The matter arises was half way dealt with. I got to know some of my neighbours. I wish I could've known more. I guess some people really need to understand the importance of living in a gated community. Especially those who has to have an access to enter. Sheesshh...
All in all, it was good. I get to at least make myself known to them. Haha.. They even made jokes about how I could get a group of ladies and start a cooking activities. When it comes to the ladies, the activities is to fill up their bulging tummies. Just pray none of them will ever get food poisoning! Hahaha...

You're not that old....

My sister have been complaining about finding the right guy to settle down. She's worried that she'll be too old to be a mother. God knows why she has this desire to get married as soon as possible. Can't she live life to the fullest and let destiny plays it's part? Haahaha...
Ever since she blossomed (huhu.. I'm controlling my laugh as not to wake Hani up), she has had one too many admirers. Some are all right, some are quite mentally challenged. Somehow she has this tendency to be super nice to guys which makes things even more complicated. Most of her univ peers was younger than her. Not only they were young, apparently they were not mature enough too. Yikes!
Almost in every conversation we had, she would never fail to talk about how it sucks being the single bachelorette when all her friends are either getting married or pregnant. I kept telling her to stop dwelling on it and get on with your life. Somehow she just kept complaining how good men are no longer available and she's stuck with losers. Hahaha....
I even tried to set up a date with one of my friends. But Hubby said no. We're not exactly the kind of people who love to matchmake other people. Hahaha... I don't like the idea either. But I can imagine how desparate my sister was when she kept telling me how she worried that our mom would never approve the men who have actually proposed to her. When the truth is my mom never once set a specific trait or personality for a potential son-in-law. She only prays for her daughters to have good husband and raise a good family.
Come on sis, 27 is not that old...

Insomnia

Insomnia is a symptom of a sleeping disorder characterized by persistent difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep despite the opportunity. It is typically followed by functional impairment while awake. Insomniacs have been known to complain about being unable to close their eyes or "rest their mind" for more than a few minutes at a time. Both organic and non-organic insomnia constitute a sleep disorder. - from wikipedia obviously!

No, I don't have insomnia. I just have trouble sleeping at night. I can easily sleep during the day provided I would be really tired or the whether is too dang nice to be wasted on doing household chores. Hahahah!!!

Free Handbag

That's right. I'm not exactly sure how this works but heck, what have I got to loose anyway. So guys, oopss.. gals, let's see if I could be the lucky one. It could be YOU too!!!

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Computer obsessed?

Woke up this morning to broken computer. It won't start at all. I was already assuming something wrong with the power cable or something like that. But to Hubby's horror, I was already throwing tantrums because the computer meant so much to me. And I bet he doesn't really understand to what extend I would go just to get connected. Haha... No, I won't spend time at any cybercafe. Hate those places.
Anyway, it hits me today on how addicted I am on being online. Usually I couldn't care less about having a computer or notebook let alone being online. I spent most of my time staring at the idiot box for hours if I'm not attending to the kids. I wonder what triggers the addiction. Was it being able to finally get in touch with my long lost friend? Or just trying to keep my sanity after being stuck 24/7 with my beloved family? Hahaha...
When was the last time I ever had a real conversation with my friends? a couple of months back? Or was that last year? Seriously, I have even beginning to be forgetful a couple of times. You know the one the moment when you walked into a room and wondering what were you doing there? It happens to me every single day. I was supposed to bring down some diapers from upstairs but ended up with towels to wash. Had to run to get diapers before Imran or Hani started to leak all over the house.
I registered friendster, facebook, even twitter for the sake of my friends were having them. But now I find it very interesting in a way to keep in touch with just the click of a button. Hahaha.. So lame. I wonder what would happened if I keep myself away from the computer for a month? Hmm.. I know I can survive for a week. Hehe.. That ain't right. I can restrain myself from blogging for one week. But not blog-hopping. Geez, I better figure out how to handle this obsession before it gets worse.
Time to log off!

Finally.. a family vacation

Even if it was only for one night, we had a blast at Genting Highland. Apart from waiting 1 hour and 40 minutes for check-in at First World Hotel, the whole trip was wonderful. We booked our hotel room from their official website, but unfortunately that did not guarantee us a faster check-in. Hahaha....
Anyway, after settling our luggage and diaper duty, we went straight to the indoor them park. Imran was excited to for the rides. He enjoyed almost all except for the junior bumper car. I guess it's kind of too soon to introduce my son to a somewhat violent rides. Of course we try the roller coaster. Hubby just couldn't bear to enjoy that by himself. Poor him. Being a good husband and father some times sucks! Huhuu...
The initial plan was to stay at the park until midnight. Enjoying all the rides until closing time. But around 9 pm Imran was tired and started to throw tantrums. Can't really do anything though. Even Hubby and I was exhausted. Hani had her nap at her own sweet time since we had to take turns to carry her. No stroller this time. So she was pretty much enjoying every second of it.
We surrendered ourselves to our not-so-cosy room, and immediately went to bed. One thing which pissed me of that night was when I was having such an interesting night with Hubby,(for ocne he was listening to what I was saying), we were interrupted by one phone call. I will enver fogive that person because it totally ruined my night. Well, not totally. We were able to continute our conversation after a few discussion of the strange call. Hahah...
The next day, we went for the cable car. I made a complete fool out of myself when I screamed when the gondola went out of the building. Poor Hubby and Imran. They were both scared. Hubby has a thing with heights, but he was braver than I was. He even scolded me for scaring Imran. As for Hani, she fell asleep throughout the journey.
All in all, we had a wonderful time. Minus the very disappointing stop at Bukit Tinggi (the one with the golf course). There's nothing there!! I should have listen to dB. Hehehe..
I'll update photos later. Hubby's using the camera. And I just finished fixing the computer. Apparently my cpu cooling fan is loose and the power cable for the hard disk is too. Remember how back in the univ days we don't put on the cover for the casing? Well, mine is just like that. It's not closed because I still need to do some fixing with the cables. Just hope I can still remember what I've learned back in the univ days. Hahaha..

She made my day meaningful!!

No, this time it's not about my kids. But my MIL. She said a statement that really made my day. On the 2nd day of raya. At one of the houses we visited. She made a remark which gives me some kind of relief thinking I'm not alone in this world. And by doing so she admits to me and herself of the problem I have been facing.
Thank you so much for the statement Mak! And to have you say it without me saying anything is so priceless. Better yet you were not even talking to me. You were having conversation with your family and announced it to them. Hahaha.. what a joke that was.
To my friends and readers, I'm sorry for not being more clear but this matter needs to be concealed because of it's sensitive issue. It can and will hurt other people's feeling.

Complete exhaustion

After 3 excruciating days, we can finally get to stay home before heading for an open house for dinner. Not to rest or energy recovering moment, but to finish up house cleaning. The entire house needed a seriously overhaul. Hahaha...
I know I said I'll post some photos during Raya but thanks to dearest Hubby, we don't have any. I'm serious, we don't have family photos. I'm not joking here. Hahaha.. Poor Hubby. I'm attacking him in a public blog. Sorry Hon! Not really his fault. Just we completely forgot to check for tripod. Kept ASS-U-ME-ing that we kept it in somewhere in the our house when we didn't even picked it up from IL's place. Huhuu.. Nevermind, we can just dressed up to take photo next time. Yeah right! Taking photos with Imran and Hani? It has to be done by professionals only.
Anyway, on the first day we gathered at aunty's place in KRU and stayed there until around 3 pm and started the journey to BA to meet up with my parents. Stayed there until around 6 pm and agreed on meeting them either at Shah Alam or Subang after 'Isyak. Around 8.30 pm Mom called saying they're on their way to Uncle's place in Subang. Greeted with KFC and Pizza Hut. My Mom was furious but didn't day anything. Fast food for raya? Hahaha.. My parents stayed at our place for a night and decided to go back to Jengka the very next day.
2nd day, we traveled all the way to Rawang to visit Hubby's distant relatives. All in all we went to 8 houses. By the time we arrived home, our tummy was bulging and everyone was so exhausted that we kind of passed out once we hit the bed. I can't believe we went to 8 houses and eat all those meal. I don't think I can take it anymore. Hahaha...
3rd day, this time we went to Banting. This time was a lot less houses to visit. 3 to be exact. Hehe... I was not so tired but Hubby was already not feeling so well. His body had started to ache. Can't blame him though, he's been driving 3 days in a row. This is nothing like driving to work.
This weekend will be spent either full-blown rest or an all-out house cleaning. I'm praying for the cleaning. Dirty laundry piling up. Dear God! please give me the strenght for tomorrow. And Hubby of course! I need him to clean the toilets.

Eid is here!!

It's 2 am and here I am blogging. Haha.. I'm still in my Ramadhan sleeping schedule. But, then again,, who cares!!! Eid is here!!! I have already ironed our Raya clothings. The theme? Hehe.. I'll try to upload the photos later. Provided we can get a decent family photo.
I have this one thing to sort out first. What am I supposed to do in the morning? Hubby's family is gathering around lunch time at KRU. My parents, especially my mom is looking forward to meet me as soon as possible. But to travel all the way to Batu Arang and back to Klang is not exactly a smart decision to consider. Hahah... I wonder how the traffic will be like?