trip to durian farm

Brought to you by Khye...

One fine morning, instead of dressing me up into TT shirt, Papa-yoh dressed me up in another set of pyjamas. I was thinking has he gone senile? Three of us got into the car and Papa-yoh called his friend to informed that we're on the way. Yay, we're not going to TT this weekend. It was a long journey to this place. While Papa-yoh was driving, i went crazy with mama at the passenger seat behind. To be exact, i made mama crazy by being a monkey in the car. Finally, after about an hour or less, we reached a dead-end in a jungle. Papa-yoh parked the car by the hill side. Mama told Papa-yoh that if i were to be naughty again, she would throw me down the hill. I took that seriously and stood very close to them all the time. Papa-yoh was carrying me while mama was carrying a camera bag, my bag & an umbrella. She didn't look happy though. While on the way up the so called short hike, mama reluctantly took a pic of me and Papa-yoh.


After about 25mins, we finally reached the durian farm. I was sweating a lot too even though i didn't have to walk. I bet Papa-yoh must have transferred his sweat to my pyjamas. There were a lot of mosquitoes and that time i knew why i was dressed in pyjamas. But i wonder why Papa-yoh & mama did not do the same. But after thinking it over, they must be the world greatest parents, to sacrifice their body & blood to protect me from the fierce mosquitoes. I was so touched.

Later, Papa-yoh left me & mama to bring back some fruits. It reminded me of the story of Tarzan & Jane. Tarzan would go and brings back fruits for Jane (& Tarzan junior). While waiting for Papa-yoh to come back, i played with a few purple fruits which i've not seen before. Mama called them mangosteens.

I was fascinated by these fruits but i dun like red hairy fruits called rambutans.

After about 15mins, i was bored and i told mama i wanted to look for Papa-yoh. She kept pulling me back to where she was standing. Mama didn't even allow me to peep at her camera.

There was a tug of war and i fell down on my buttock. Mama screamed, not becos i was hurt, it's becos she had to wash the dirt from my white pyjamas now.

Soon, Papa-yoh came back with a big bunch of red....hairy fruits and smiling happily. Mama thought he was going to bring back lots of "red prawns" (ang heh durian). Papa-yoh disappeared again to bring back more fruits. I was hungry, sweaty & bored. Mama was always pulling me whenever i tried to walk off. I even threaten to pull down her bag from the tree. But she ignored me.

Finally, i lost my temper and started to cry. Mama panicked and i was dissatisfied with a bottle of milk. Finally, after much hassle, i dozed off until the rest came back. We finally made it to ground at 2pm+.

Papa-yoh told mama that next year, i will have to hike up the hill myself. I was very excited and can't wait for next year =) Mama just kept quiet.

papa & khye time

The two men in my life. Don't be fooled by their gentleman/innocent look.



Khye is a copycat now and hubby is forever teaching him silly acts like this. Look at how khye was observing his papa-yoh's action so attentively.
(khye loves to call hubby papa-yoh and we have no idea why).


Khye's turn.


Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, until they started making out right in front of me!! Ya Allah....

daily routine

Let me share our almost fixed routine everyday.
(inspired by Karen Cheng).

6.50am Alarm goes off and hubby bathes & i prepare breakfast
7.00am My turn to bathe while hubby dressed up and carry khye downstairs.
7.30am Leave house to work.
8-5.45pm Slaves at work
6.45pm Reached home with packed dinner.
7.15pm Fetch khye from in-laws'.
8.15pm Send khye to sleep - lights off, air-cond on.
9.00pm Get ready khye's feeding things & relax in front of Astro.
10.30pm Bed-time for both of us.

Getting khye to sleep everyday is an ordeal. He does not sleep easily unless he is REALLY tired which does not happen very often. Hubby has to get him ready by wiping him clean and changing into his pyjamas. Sometimes, it goes very smoothly. Most of the time, he will be screaming like he's being abuse or something. But before changing him into his pyjamas, i have to get ready his bottle of milk and setup his baby cradle in the living room, in front of the air-cond. Lights & tv must be 100% off with full speed fan & moderate air-cond temp. If you miss any of these, the whole house will turn into a mad house almost instantly. The IKEA chair is to block him from the tv when we on it after he goes to sleep.


After about 20-30mins of irritating baby cradle music & non-stop tapping, we will on the porch light to see whether he is still awake or not. No noise from the cradle does not mean that he is already asleep. At times, we will find him staring back at us after 30mins. If that happens, we have to switch off the light and start all over again.

If he is confirmed sleeping then we can safely switch on the dining room lights and tv.



When it's our bed time, hubby has to slowly lift him up from the baby cradle before putting him into his baby cot. Normally, he will just open his eyes for a while and continue with his sleep. If he protests, a bottle of milk will do to calm him down.

time has changed

Last night, i showed hubby my leg, taking for granted he would know that i was trying to show him my slightly bruised leg. He was as blind as a bat and didn't even notice the discoloration of my skin. 5 years ago, he would have asked what had happened to my leg before I myself knew it was there.

how we spent our last weekend

It was an impromptu trip to IKEA.

Hubby woke me up at 5.30am after he bathed and while i was getting ready, he packed everything in the car. We gave khye his milk while carrying him into the car, not wanting to wake him up so early. After all, i needed some sleep before attending to the little rascal in the car. We start our journey at 6.10am. Unfortunately, khye woke up around 7.30am and my nightmare started. First, he demanded for milk which he didn't want to finish after that. He got bored playing toys that i purposely brought along. I read nursery rhymes to him using a book full of pics. He was only interested in Humpty Dumpty and navigating my fingers to point everywhere on the book. Then he got bored of the book and started to disturb his papa, pinching hubby's face, pulling his shirt & wanted to become co-driver by climbing into front passenger seat. Not only that, he tried to test hubby's car performance by attempting to pull the hand brake / gear stick. All happened within 2hours from the time he woke up. It was a MAJOR mistake not training him to sit in car seat when he was younger, everything is too late now. He refused to be tied using seat belt, dun want to be held by anybody. Nobody else to be blamed except ourselves.

Lucky thing, we reached KL at 10am before detoured to a nearby car repair shop for tyre checking. I remember our first trip to IKEA. It was a peaceful trip though i was 5mths preg and we spent about 6hours or more there. With khye this time, it was a hectic trip with him acting like "rusa masuk kampung". He didn't want to be seated in the shopping trolley. And i forgot that IKEA does not have a big trolley like Tesco (we only realised that IKEA does have such trolley at the ground floor after all the hassle). I forced him to stay in the trolley for a while by feeding him cereals & biscuits. But it only worked for like 15mins before he tried to escape from the trolley again. In the end, hubby had to carry him all the way. He tried to lure hubby to go closer to things on the shelves by shouting "HUA! HUA!" As if we would fall into his trap. After failing with a few attempts, he threw tantrum and wanting to walk on the floor by himself. So we put him down in one of the baby cots where he LOVES so much.

Even pretend to be sleeping on the mattress some more.

Dun worry, i've already covered his face and hands with dettol sanitizer. He had lots of fun playing in the baby cot, as if he had never seen one. When it was time to move to the next section, he refused to get out from the baby cot. This is something new. Usually he would beg us to take him out from his own baby cot. Isn't he a good actor? There was a bit of drama when we dragged him out of the baby cot and it stopped when we reached kids' corner. He went mad and dashed for the toys, playing like there's no tomorrow.

My sis lends khye an exact same toy which he didn't bother to touch at my mum's place but he went crazy when he saw it at IKEA. Another toy he was particularly attracted to was a toy with a roller and a handle for him to pull and push while walking, creating irritating noise. I protested when hubby wanted to get him that toy. Khye never like a toy for more than 5mins. After all, that toy was not cheap too. Hubby bought it in the end anyway.

So it was time to eat and another drama followed. Khye was playing happily with the push & pull toy and did not want to let hubby guide him. He just went wherever he likes. Since he is so minute, a lot of bigger size kids wanted to snatch that toy from him, without knowing hubby and i was around guarding khye like eagles. IKEA was crowded at that time. Not wanting to create any problem, i kept the toy while hubby carried him. Khye suddenly turned so aggressive, like got possessed like that. He turned, squirmed, screamed, cried, shouted and all the verbs you could think of, trying to get back on the floor. Hubby gave up and put him back on the floor. But his body went limp and he refused to get up from the floor. No choice, hubby had to grab him up again and the whole drama repeated. Mind you, it was lunch time and khye has high pitch voice. Hubby tried to distract him by moving into kid's corner with TV while i went to line up for food. From the queue, i could still hear khye screaming on top of his voice. The queue was very long and i had to wait for quite a while before returned to find them. There was no vacant table and khye was crying like mad and i was so frustrated!! When we finally settled down on a table, i had to carry khye away for his feeding while hubby cooled down at the table. He was about to lose his temper. Khye finally calmed down, and dozed off before finishing his milk. PEACE AT LAST!! He didn't wake up even when someone knocked into his car that tired. This little rascal has been naughty from 7.30am to 1pm.

At least we got about 30mins of lunch with khye sleeping next to my chair. Anyway, he woke up when we lifted him up from the chair. But this time, his mood was back to normal, not more kena possessed. He didn't make a fuss when we threw him into the big trolley and moved on with our shopping. On and off, we had to obey to his instruction by throwing unbreakable things he wanted from the shelves (e.g spoons, bowls). It was a win-win situation, he got to play masak-masak in the trolley while we could look at the things we wanted.

We left ikea around 3pm and proceeded to the Curve before heading home.

Khye didn't sleep at all until we reached Ipoh for Chicken & Bean sprouts for dinner. He only went to sleep when we entered the highway to get back to Bworth. Well, one good thing was, he didn't wake up thru out that night until the next morning. Neither did both of us.

17-mth-old khye

We taught khye a few simple words and he is progressing well, i think. When he calls "ah ma" or "papa", i swear i can see two puddle of human fluid on the floor. Both of them melted almost instantly. If you ask him to sayang you, he will go "mmmmm....mak" (actually he was trying to say "mmmm...muaks"). Some of Khye's vocabulary:

Mama, please
Khye: mama, pee.........s

Papa
Khye: papa yoooo-oh (his way of manja-ing with his papa)

Socks
Khye: cock

Shoes
Khye: choo...s

Koko krunch
Khye: kokoko kanh

Bus
Khye: baaa

Taxi
Khye: Tasee

Lorry
Khye: orr-eee

Up, Down
Khye: Up, don

Hello
Khye: Hedooo

Bye-bye
Khye: Baa bye

Some more
Khye: more

Apple
Khye: pleeeee


Cute leh, wait till you hear it from him shout "aiyo" & "aiyo wei".

pop quiz

Question :
What happened to Khye eyes?

A) Lack of sleep.
B) Child abuse case, his mum punched him near the eyes.
C) Going for audition - Rambo wannabe or maybe Zorro.

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Answer:
We didn't abuse him!!! He fell down twice and knocked himself twice on the same spot.
1st fall: He was asked to keep his toys as we were going out for dinner. Manatau, his stepped on cloth clippers, tumbled and knocked his head on the floor. Almost immediately, you could see a bump on his head.
2nd fall: Two days after the 1st fall, while he was happily playing with his playmate, his playmate accidentally pushed him. Off he went and kissed the floor. This time, the swell was almost the size of 1/2 a ping pong ball. We took him to the nearest clinic and received good scolding from the doc.

We received staring from strangers in Tesco. And even at Tumble Tots, the parents whom had never talked to us asked us what happened to Khye :P