...the older you are, the uglier you will look in your deep sleep. #truestory #makesmetheugliestofthethree #mulutngangaall 🤣🤣🤣
Umar just turned 4 months last week, and he is growing so fast. And no, I'm not being melancholic here guys, he is LITERALLY growing so fast (almost 8kg at his 3 months check up!)
As a baby, I realised being the second child isnt easy. You have to watch your elder sibling (i.e Musa) do most of the things you cant do yet - talk, walk, eat adult food, and the hardest of all - watch him (i.e Musa) cry or act all cute to steal mommy's attention away from you while you stare at him (i.e Musa), unable to do anything in return. Being Umar sure is tough! To make it worse, you barely have new clothes and live in the world of hand-me-downs 😂Read More
I looked at the calendar - 4th November 2017. In exactly a month's time, my maternity leave will come to an end and it's back to work.
I wondered about going back to work this time around and to be honest, each time I think about it, my heart feels a little heavier.
Last year, going back to work after giving birth to Musa was a lot easier. He can't talk or understand anything at that point. He would even laugh and giggle when I told him I'm going to work so I thought, oh well, we'd be alright!
I was also at ease because I had a helper who loved my son like her own and I was moving to a new department with no expectation of what the future holds and let's face it. I was pretty excited about frequenting KLCC again. #helloZARA
This time around, things are a little different.Read More
Musa is 21 months old today and it’s surreal to think that just last year, Musa was a baby just like Umar. I mean, this time last year he was wearing onesies like Umar and today he is in jeans and shirt, and soon, seeing him in school uniform is gonna rip my heart apart 💔
I was trying to put Musa to sleep today, and usually he would fall asleep by himself as I pretend to sleep next to him.
But not today. Boy oh boyy, today was a whole different ballgame altogether.
“Musa, let’s go to sleep!” I said, and laid him on the bed next to me. As I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, he sat upright and hid under the comforter.
“Cak Aaa ibu!” he said as he lifted the comforter over his face, revealing himself to his supposedly-sleeping-mom.
Okkkayyyy, that was cute and almostttt made me smile, I thought. I could already imagine his hugeee grin as he did that but I'm pretending to sleep here so I kept a cool front and chose not to respond.Read More
In Malaysia, this usually means a certain period of time where post-maternity moms are advised to stay mostly at home, eat healthy diet and take time to heal with traditional massage, hot stones treatment and herbal bath.
Sounds soothing and enjoyable right? Well, that's just half the story.
In came my mother.
At 59 years of age, she is slimmer than me, not a single stretch mark on her body and a face that reflects the timeless beauty that she is, mashAllah. I really pray for her growing-old-gracefully genes but based on my previous blogpost, I need to make some serious extra prayers and tahajjud for this 😂Read More
You know how they say kids say the darnest thing? Well I got the taste of my own medicine last night with Musa.
Musa loves going through alphabets and numbers and he identifies basic items like bus, apple, flowers and body parts. Since he is turning 20 months soon, I thought it's time to teach him something new.
So we started counting 11 - 20 and identifying colors around us. He has this thick baby accent that is just so cute to hear and always makes me smile and laugh...except for yesterday. Oh, yesterday.....Read More
So continuing where I left off in my previous blogpost, there we were - the three of us in my bedroom.
Titts had this unmistakably impatient look on her face, the kind of look she has when she's got plans in her head and needed it done as soon as possible. You know...her everyday look 😂 (that girl gets 12,637 things done in a day, she's crazy efficient!)
Asma' - well Asma' just looked stoked for the weekend, wasted no time and rummaged through my wardrobe to pack my clothes.
Well I just stood there for a good 3 minutes, watching the two of them get in action while still digesting everything in my head (Pregnant brain, remember?)
"But I thought Z was supposed to take me out to Genting for Burger Lobster later today...." I said in between my thoughts.
"Yup, aint happening girlfriend. Move! We don't have much time!" one of them said.
Pregnant Brain: But I really want Burger Lobster....So Z if you're reading this (which I'll make sure you will).....😂Read More
So if you know me via Instagram, there is a 90% chance that you also know I have a best friend who is about to get married. You probably don't know the guy, but knows what he looks like from the back 😂 #instajoke
Two weeks ago, Asma' wrote on our AVA group chat to free up our Friday for her first bridal dress measurement and of course for Titts and I, there was only one correct reply to that:
"We'll think about it."
😂😂😂😂😂 I'm kidding!!
Of course we said okay in a heartbeat! We were so excited to see Asma' in her chosen #FVBridal assemble.Read More
As we grow older, the carefree days are slowly replaced by "care-more days". Care for your income, care for your family, care for your spending - so on and so forth.
This post, however is specially dedicated to one thing I have to care about - Care to Save and Spend.
Growing up, I have to admit I have not paid much attention to how much I spend.
When I was 10 years old, my goal is just to make sure I have sufficient pocket money to buy that ridiculously mouth watering fried chicken for lunch at the canteen. By the time I was 20, my pocket money was to cover for more things - but mostly entertainment and good-to-haves like movies, food, and trips with friends while I was abroad. Now that I am 30, the financial needs are for much crucial things - like home renovation, sending kids to school, pre and post maternity expenses, buying a family car...and the list goes on. All of the quoted expenses are in thousands and yet my fixed salary is growing at a rate that, admittedly is much lower than my growing expenses.Read More
When you have to share the room you grew up in with first, your husband and then your child (and soon, children!) - you know it's just a matter of time before space becomes an issue. Four cabinets meant for just me, myself and I for the longest time, are now used to store man's clothes, baby diapers and well, you get the gist.
When we got married, I generously gave Z one and a half cabinet for him to put his stuff. Then Musa happened, hehe. For Musa, I bought a new chest of drawers to put his clothes and now that his little brother's arrival is just around the corner, I really have no clue where to find more space.
At the corner of my mind, I knew the inevitable had to happen...I had to sell some of my preloved items to make way for more space.Read More