Induction Day

This month has been such a momentous month for me. The plots in my life episodes are changing quite rapidly. What bothers me is how i am being quite lackadaisical towards these poignant moments outwardly, not expressing the feelings i ought to. But the truth is, deep inside i am on a constant emotional ride. A few days back my boys and I attended nunu’s induction day and all the while there was this huge lump in my throat. My tear reservoir was full threatening to overflow. It was just the thought of my favourite little person going to school in his cute little uniform, with his cute little bag made it an overwhelming experience for me.  

We had a little tour of the school and sat down to discuss about the school’s policy and whatnots. I was presented with 3 sheets filled with detailed questions all regarding nunu ranging from his favourite books, favourite colour, habits, favourite toy, favourite thing to talk about (I instantly said food!) hobbies to his ability to dress himself. It was extremely detailed, imagine almost 30 questions altogether! I was so taken aback and in the same time very pleased at how particular the school is with every child. I was even told that each child will be assigned to a particular person that will attend to the child’s needs and necessities.

It was a lot to take in for the first few minutes but I survived the induction. Nunu was of course absolutely thrilled and fell in love with his classroom instantaneously. The classroom was beautifully decorated with bright sunny colours that could cheer me up any day. There was a painting corner at one side, a reading corner on the other and cute little chairs and desks for the children. I could just picture nunu in the classroom, engross in a drawing or a book with his eyebrows furrowing deep in concentration. I wish I could have these little moments recorded so I won’t miss a single thing. Now here is me, being absurd and contemplating on something that is beyond the bounds of possibility again.

There was a lot of adversity from people when they found out that I intended to send nunu to a private Islamic school at first. Some said the teachers there are not qualified, they will be academically behind compared to the children in state school and many more negative feedback. But the moment I walked into the building, I was gripped by the sight of these little people in the middle of performing their zuhur prayers praying behind an imam that was no more than 3 feet tall and he was reciting the surahs beautifully. That was the underlying moment for me when I knew in my heart that I have made the right choice.  I believe that a strong foundation is the ultimate key. I want good values to be instilled in nunu and preserve him as much as I am able, god willingly.

my little man :)

Live Beats

i was just relaxing on the sofa,  doing my favourite thing in the www - day dreaming about a longchamp bag, when i heard a funny and odd sound coming from the backyard. it sounded like someone was trying to blow a stuffed trumpet. just like the sound of air that is forced to come out but suppressed by something at the end or it's like slowly releasing air from a balloon. i'm terribly sorry if i'm not making much sense but that was how funny and odd that sound sounded like! so much so that is beyond description. right, i don't think my feeble attempt at trying to hide the colossal truth about my horrible writing skills succeeded but bear with me will you?

thank you, you're very kind. now, there is always a cure for boredom however, with a sinking heart i say nobody has found the cure for curiosity. therefore, being the very curious person that i was at that very moment, i rather hurriedly went to the patio and witnessed something quite phenomenal. my 3 year old toddler was happily running around in the garden, singing his favourite kiddy song in that little voice of his accompanied by a 'musical beat' coming straight from his rear end continuously! can you imagine how hysterical that was? of course you can't, you weren't there! 

but it was so ridiculous that i burst into a very loud guffaw! he realised then there was an audience and instantly cracked up too. it didn't stop there by the way. his short legs then climbed onto the trampoline and he started to bounce. all along while bouncing his rear end was producing some 'live beats'. OMG i couldn't contain it any longer. i was laughing hysterically until my abdominal muscles were sore just like after 100 sit ups. i was so tickled, puzzled and after all that hype became very worried. being the wacko that i am, i was already  contemplating on whether it was an unknown farting decease that he could possibly have. what if he has to live with the condition all his life? and all the embarrassing scenarios that i could think of were swimming in my head. you'd be worried if you heard the continuous 'live beats' he was producing too.

it was a very unsettling feeling i must say. i wasn't too sure about how nunu felt about this though. he seems to be enjoying his newfound errr habit should i say? it doesn't sound appropriate does it? but since we're already on an inappropriate subject lets give it a miss. anyway, yes nunu was not bothered but poor mummy was indeed. so i had him checked and thankfully there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. i was informed that it could be something he ate that caused all that excessive wind. most importantly, all is well and nunu shall not be letting out continuous 'live beats' on his wedding day. well, he better not.

muke teran kentut, hehe i kid i kid.

Mummy, dog doesn't like it!

it was quite a sunny day today so nunu, my cousin and i decided to go for a walk. we walked towards humberstone park and took in the lush greenery that sprawled before our eyes. we were really enjoying the walk when out of a sudden, a big black dog sprinted across the park towards us and tried to go for nunu. there was this jolt in my heart and i was delirious. i was trying so hard to keep nunu away from the dog and i was so certain that if anyone was to be bitten that day, i would let it

 be me. my cousin managed to grab nunu during the madness and held him up high.

it all happened in a split of a second and the dog just stopped trying and ran off. i wasn't really sure wether it was due to our vociferous NO's but most importantly, it stopped and left. my breath was staggered and i've never experienced such an adrenaline rush in my entire life. i turned to see nunu if he was alright. he was still held up by my cousin and to my surprise, there wasn't a trace of fear on his little face. all that came out from his mouth was, "mummy, dog doesn't like it!". at that moment, i was just too overwhelmed to decipher what he was trying to say until much later. when i found out what he was trying to tell me, i was absolutely and utterly flabbergasted. 

what seemed like an attack to me, appeared to be like a friendly gesture to nunu. what he was really saying was, don't say no to the dog he doesn't like it. i was stupefied. no, i was beyond stupefied. i couldn't rationalise my thoughts and i wasn't certain anymore of what i saw. i am a bit puzzled though, if the dog was attempting an attack, why wasn't it barking ferociously? maybe it was just trying to get to nunu to nuzzle him. oh, i don't know.. thinking of it just peeves me now. it just seemed a bit jeopardous at that time, or so i thought.

put all that aside i am glad that no mishaps happened. (though mummy is a little bit traumatised but that's a minor.) i learned a very poignant lesson today as a mother. once, my grandma told me a similar story. only in her version, the dog actually sank its teeth into the flesh of her thigh in her attempt to save my uncle. when she shared her experience then, i couldn't really relate (mind you i was a dimwitted 10 year old at that time) but i found it very stupendous, of course. but now, i can fathom the act of sacrifice that any mother would do for her child. a natural reflex you extemporaneously master once you embrace the title, mother.