Thursday, December 02, 2010
Have you had it?
I asked my mum again today if I have had chicken pox. She is still not sure. The first time I asked her, was when I got pregnant the first time and she said she wasn't sure. My thought was how la tak ingat, surely thoughts like habisla hodoh anak aku naik bintat bintat di muka or eh biji biji apa di badan anakku ni, best jugak kalau picit picit macam bubble wrapper, crossed a mum's mind. Now that Hana is going through a bintat bintat period, I realized it can be quite mild. Can be missed completely. I hope she doesn't get worse.
Noah was going through it on the second week of November. He was in a pretty bad shape.He was off food, vomiting, spiking temperature at night at one point I thought he was going to fit. He was delerious on and off. Good thing about Noah is he is an abiding patient. Cukup time he downed the paracetamol and water and terkulat kulat trying not to vomit. One time he tried but it came out through his nose. You've got to give it to the boy for trying.
On the same week we were planning to potty train him. It seems a little bit mean but we just had to start because he was beginning to look strange with the nappy on, like they don't get along, so we blitz through the chicken pox we did. We couldn't leave the house anyway.
Result? Oh boy he was so ready to be out of the nappies because after two days he was asking for the potty even when the nappy is on at night. Tad bit guilty for keep pushing it back. I blame it on Hana, she takes forever to finish feeding. How lah Mummy nak basuh berak Noah kan. I am glad though, he got some enjoyment out of the bintat and potty mark on his bottom period. Who doesn't like star stickers and Mr. Kipling cake slices? They are the key to successful potty training in 3 days. Rasuah tee hee.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Thomas the blue engine.
You know how you compare your kids to other people's right? Nooooh really?You don't? They are individuals? They develop at different rates? Tipu lah, everybody does.
So the other day, as in few months ago, Ak came back from work rambling along as usual even before he took his shoes off. 'So Noah is 2 and a bit right?'. '2 and 4 months' I said. 'That's what I've just said', he continued forcing a serious face. 'I saw this kid in clinics today, she was doing colours and she's only 2'. I knew exactly what he was trying to do, to get me all worked up.
Noah was conveniently nearby. After the usual shouting 'Noaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh' and 'Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyy' and crazy hug and air somersault and holding Noah upside down (like they haven't seen each other in years) until I tell them to stop, he sat Noah down.
Daddy: Ok Noah this is it, make Mummy proud. Noah, what colour is Thomas the tank engine?
Blue noah said.
Hoh! That's it. He knows it now!!! I thought. They did a big cheer and a high five.
Daddy: What colour is James?
Daddy: What colour is Emily?
Ok Noah, what colour is Thomas again?
Daddy laughed hysterically. Noah joined in.
Special needs la awak ni Noah.