Apparently nowadays the plague of baby-strapping gadgets is spreading in the internet market. I say internet because I hardly found any in the malls but man! those that had been flooding my mailbox sure come in different designs and methods of wearing. For example you get to choose if you want to have your baby strapped on your chest like a third boob, or lower on tummy (great for hiding the extra baggage) or at the back like some kind of living knack sack.

Mind you I have those gadgets too. The first one is Maclaren Techno Baby Carrier 2007 and secondly the HotMama Pouch by Melor. Pictures of my son in the Maclaren can be found all over this website. The HotMama Pouch however, hardly been used because Miki preferred THE MORE EXPENSIVE carrier. Spoilt kid! Tsk tsk!

Since our son was three months we have started to ‘wear’ him and he loves it. We wear our son when we go out for a quick shopping trip, or a quick stroll at the park that is not stroller friendly. Mostly on short sessions and because of the fact that he cannot walk without support yet.

Though we have two carriers, and though the Maclaren is so comfortable till my son can fall asleep in it, I JUST STILL DON’T GET IT! Why anybody would wants to have their baby strapped to themselves all the time like in the advertisement?

I don’t understand why would I need to wear a toddler that can already walk on his own? Especially at the parks where he should be exploring nature, touching the grass, the animals and learn about life? Didn’t we bring the kids there so they can feel dried leaves crunches beneath their feet and the wind blows in their hair?

I also can’t see the need to be carrying our baby all over the place while we are sweeping the floor or vacuuming. Why don’t we let them practice their motor skills and stretch those young muscles WHILE PLAYING IN THE PLAYPEN or on the floor? I don’t think babies and toddlers get much activities done by getting stuck on his Mummy’s chest who is mopping the floor. I know there are some babies that would just bawl once we put them down. My son is sometimes like that too but if we give them some toys or books to read wouldn’t they get distracted?

My point is, baby wearing is good only when your baby is small and still insecure. They would calm down as they hear your heart beats. In my opinion baby wearing is not exactly suitable for those eager-for-knowledge-and-experience toddlers.

Baby wearing is also very instrumental when you need to bring your baby to a certain places for a short time. Especially when the stroller is too cumbersome and he is too heavy to be carried with bear hands; plus you are in need of your free hands! For example the night market that’s too dirty and the kids might just get lost in the crowd.

Babywearing is not for long period of time. Be honest with me a 9 kilo baby strapped on your front or back not gonna be plenty? Maybe if you are this guy. I’d say it’s not very ergonomic. And I think babywearing a toddler would not instill much sense of independence and confidence in himself. He would be better off playing lego than playing a koala stuck on tree.

Bottom line is I just think that a child would gain more by playing and exploring rather than get worn on his mom/dad’s chest all time. Like Hafiy here! A lot of brain cells are working over there!

Ah! Just my two cents. Happy babywearing…

He creeps at every corner. Destroying anything that he can reach, everything in sight, everything his heart desires…

As he crawls so swiftly.. the cunning little monster ROARS his fierce roar!
“ABOO BOO! ABOO BOOO ABOO BOOOOOO!!”  As his drool dripping to the floor, he continues to pursuit for the innocent victim – Mummy’s kuih raya jar!

The Gruesome Monster is getting nearer, he reaches for the coffee table and roar again to what sound like thunder! “ATATATAAAA TATAAATAAAAA!!”
He tiptoes cunningly, tiny chubby hand reaching out…. Mummy sees what’s coming and races to save the jar… Mummy pounces…. “Noooooooo!!! balang kuih rayakuuuuu……”

The Gruesome Monster saw Ultraman Mummy is coming… without hesitating he grabs the top of the jar and swing it over his shoulder…. Piuuuuunnggg….
Mummy lands on the floor on her tummy, arms stretched out like a goalie… But she is too late… The glass jar comes splattering on the floor.. broken to a thousand pieces…

Chimiki Chikadee the Gruesome Monster, looks at Mummy and laughs so heartily! Mummy’s so funny, Mummy does stunts!! Ehehehhe…
Mummy the Ultraman sobs ever so sadly… Now her kuih raya jar is lacking by one…

The Gruesome Monster gets down to his knees and starts to crawl again, looking for something precious to smash on the wall. As he crawls quickly he stopped for a while. There’s music on TV, even monsters need to stop and shake their bootie!

All Mummy can do is shakes her head. Then she adds Kuih Raya Jar to her list of thing that Chimiki Chikadee has destroyed :

1) 4 computer mouse
2) 3 books
3) 4 magazines
4) 1 remote controller
5) 5 boxes of tissue
6) 2 mouse pads
7) 1 cell phone
8 ) 3 lipsticks
9) 1 lip gloss
10) 1 pressed powder
11) 1 coffee mug
12) 1 kuih raya jar

Roar!!
Mikael 9 months old

So we paid RM4 parking fee for nothing and headed back to MidValley where we shop shop shop at Isetan and had coffee and donuts at Big Apple. Then Miki poop and soiled his pants. Danggg!!

Luth Mikael, 10 months old at Taman Warisan

On Sunday I wanted to go to Nik and Adi’s pool party at HillPark but other urgent matters didn’t permit. Sorry Nik! Next time ok! We had a very late lunch at Taman Warisan Putrajaya and Sate Kajang Samuri that usually very delicious, this time around was very tough to the teeth. I don’t know, maybe they have given me Sate Daging Gajah instead of Sate Daging Lembu. Danggg!! Then we took Miki on a walk in the orchard. He loves watching the birds fluttering about, I cannot imagine how he would react once he started to walk. We need to do a lot of chasing I foresee. Went to Alamanda later for some groceries. Miki behaved really well in the stroller so I did what I had loved to do since I was like 15 or 16… Try out many clothes in the fitting room. The only difference is I used to just try them out and be happy. Now that I am older, I try them out, purchase them and be happy. I bought this really gorgeous high-waist dress and a jump suit that makes me feel like Beyonce. Now I just need to think where would I wear those to. Can’t wear them to work though, the makcik-makcik Putrajaya would think that I am possessed and arrange for an exorcism. As we were leaving Alamanda we realized Miki had wee wee so much until his pants and rompers were wet! Dang!!!  

That’s pretty much what I did during the weekend. A lot of happy shopping and diaper changing but every minute we spend with our son is nothing but rewarding.

I have made 2 conclusions that,
one; there are people who read my crappy musing and
two; I sure write A LOT OF CRAP!

Thank you to all readers and keep on clicking on the ads visiting.

This coming January will be the 2nd anniversary of this website. And also the 3rd anniversary of our wedding. Plus Mikael’s 1st birthday. I am very much looking forward for all these events. Again, thank you.

Many months ago I bought you a Boohbah Dazzle book because I have never seen a book with flashing lights in my whole life. The book was particularly boring, despite the colorful pictures it doesn’t have a story inside it, just repetitive names of the characters of these Boohbah creatures. For your information, if I ever found one of them out there in the streets; I would immediately drop dead from a heart attack. It’s soooo spooky!!!

Recently in attempt to shut you up your Daddy has started to read the book to you. Apparently you seem to have a special liking towards books and you calm down when we read to you your favourite kiddy books. Now that is a good thing, son but neither do I want to raise a nerd, you understand?

Humbah, Zumbah. Zing Zing Zingbah, Jumbah, Jingbah BOOH!! That’s the Boohbah Dazzle magic chant from the book and after a few times chanting, you began to copy your Daddy reading. Which to me is the cutest thing in the world; as long as you don’t copy him farting and stuff like that.

You love flipping your Boohbah Dazzle book while chanting Boowahh Boowah Booowahh over and over again. Just as though you are reading the book! You never get to finish the whole book however, because I couldn’t stop myself from interrupting and start chewing your cheeks and biting those tiny book flipping hands.

The other day we caught you reading again; Boowahhh Boowahh Boowah as you are looking and flipping through my CLEO magazine! and a couple of hours later the same Boowah Boowah Boowah to your Daddy’s two inch thick PROGRAMMABLE LOGIC CONTROLLERS – AND THEIR ENGINEERING APPLICATIONS!! I just slapped my forehead…

Miki,

Its amusing looking at how naïve you are. You are yet understand that there are many books out there with different stories inside them. There are books with the words of God you need to recite ( and memorize ); book with methametical tables you would hate me making you memorize; books called Victoria Secret catalogs that I would strangle you if you want to memorize.. etc

Enjoy your childhood Miki, lay off your Daddy’s engineering book. Not until you are 13 months, okay!

Love,
Mummy

PS- Here is the video of Miki – not reading but understanding my simple instruction – Where are the books? Go and get the books!
Miki understands a lot of things now and answer to many questions by gestures. Look at Daddy when asked Mana Daddy? Look at fish in the aquarium when asked Mana fish? Crawl and get the ball when asked to do so etc.

But the best thing is Miki would give me a huge sloppy wet kiss on the mouth when Azman asks Where’s Mummy? That’s the best thing in the world to me!

Finally Normin gave up and shy-shy cat told us that THE ENGAGEMENT WILL BE ON CHRISTMAS!!! Yeaay!!

Bani (totally his real name), you crying already aaa?

Sigh… Normin oh Normin, our dear little Normin.. I nurtured him since the days he was unable to speak to any human being with chromosome X without hiding his face under his ketiak. Especially if those human beings are legible Aweks! ( With makcik-makcik he was fine). And now he is well errr.. errrr… still shy but he managed to steal the heart of the beautiful girl Momey (not her real name), daughter of a fierce high ranking Policeman with A Galak moustache.

And soon they are gonna get engaged in December! Weee!! And Bani still doesn’t have a girl friend weee!! And then they are gonna get married in August and Bani is still single weee!! And they will go to Gold Coast for honeymoon and Bani will be the last one standing weeeee!!!!! And then they will have kids and Bani will still be Bujang Lapok… weeeeee!!

Oh how nice to be able to kutuk Bani knowing he will take it as a man and not report to the CEO! Hehhehe.. Even if he does, I wouldn’t give a crap anyway..

Anyway, to celebrate the good news I made pizza for all of us and with the magic of Normin and Momey’s love it turned out to be a tortilla fold over. That’s the power of bakal pengantin, Bani when willyou have that power laa? I know it look so gross and soggy but its delicious yum yum yummm..

Recipe: My usual spicy bolognese sauce with extra minced beef, sliced sausages, chunky paprika cubes, chunky pineapple cubes, lots of cheese, lots of mushroom.. dunked on a tortilla, fold it over.. toss in the oven 180deg 10 minutes… Burp!

While I was making dinner today, Miki screamed Dehdeeeeyyy! Dehdeeyyy!! to Azman as he was leaving him all strapped-up in his high chair. I guess we got another word to affix in the Miki’s Big Book of Vocabulary. He had been calling Azman Dehdey for quite sometimes now but we were unsure if he really understands the word or not. Now we are pretty certain.

That makes me wonder what’s next. Could it be Mommy? Is it Obama? Or is it Yennadey Macha???

Then at dinner we caught Miki dancing to the Hot Dog Song; from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on TV. That show has been his favourite his he was about three months old. And he has been bopping his head since about a month ago. Azman said he’s a natural. That he was born a fan of Metallica (and Manchester United) thus the head banging dancing style. Wait till I introduce him to dangdut alright!

After dinner we let him loose to roam the entire living room. Our living room is very big. It would take a whole long TEN SECONDS for a snail to inch across. Not just any snail but a dying snail with arthritis! Miki took a quarter of a millisecond to wipe the entire floor surface with his shirt. Then suddenly he got quiet. We took our eyes off him for just a moment and already he was smeared with ketchup! Apparently Miki found a packet of McDonalds ketchup somewhere and he was feasting on it! My goodness, I hope it was chili sauce, BARU PADAN MUKA KAU!

Long day. Need to put him to sleep now before he pulls another naughty trick. Good night!

This photo was taken when he was 9 months old. That cheeky chap! Showing his bicep like a body builder! I was feeding him lunch. It was spinach. Maybe he tought he was Popeye… hmm…

Question 1: Can I call you Yana?
Yes if you want to die in the hands of the Retired Drama Queen. Slowly and painfully.

Question 2: Your name Diyana Yang is very long.. Can I call you Yang?
My finger is very long. If I poke into your eye ball I can reach your tongue and give it a tickle. Can I tickle your tongue?
Please call me Diyana. Not Yana, not Ana, not Mummy Miki, not Mikael’s Mom not Azman’s Orang Rumah. Thank you. If you really have pronunciation difficulties, you can call me Di. A lot of my friends call me that. Its not that I actually like it; I just have given up hope in getting them call me Halle Berry.

Question 3: Are you Anak Mami?
Just because I am from Penang and when I talk I shake my head left-right left-right and I ask Awat? Instead of Apa? It doesn’t mean that I am an Anak Mami, you foolish KL folks! IT’S THE NOSE! Can’t you see I barely have any?

Question 4: Why are you so thin?
Look closely behind my shoulder. There’s a pale woman with long hair. Her eyes are red, her mouth fanged. With blood dripping from them. She follows me everywhere. Everything I eat goes to her.
Ok now that scares even me! It is the METABOLISM people!! Meeetaaabooliiissssmmmm!

Question 5: Why are you eating chicken all the time?
Because they are a species that reproduces so quickly. If I don’t eat them soon they will populate the world! They will take over the country, the White House! And after they take over One Utama we will all die! Die! Die!
I heard chicken meat can make butts go big.

At the age of nine months you have finally spoken. Honestly,it was not a big surprise, because you have been babbling almost since the day you popped out of me. When you were six months your babbles sound very much like actual words and you began to become very funny. Sometimes out of the blue you would make sounds that sound like ‘adoi’, ‘mama’,’papa’, and even ‘ayoyo!’ minus the Sivaji accent.

At seven months you occasionally called out ‘mama’ to both your father and I. And your ayoyos and adois continue. At eight months you called mama specifically to me, during those times when you need me really badly.

As much as I could be adamant that your first word is mama, I have swallowed the painful fact that you just said the word without full conception of its meaning. Perhaps mama! to you means ‘ I need a hug badly!’ or ‘ I want to watch Handy Manny!’. It could also mean ‘ Gimme The Boobs!’ or worse you could mean ‘ Stop blogging about my poop or I will write to all your Bosses!’. Well, who knows what you were trying to say although I am sure you would never meant the latter BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A FOOL.

And finally at nine months you begin to utter a word at the right circumstances. Cat! That’s it! You can say Cat! Not at the dog, not at the teddy bear and neither at Catherine Zeta Jones! You say cat when you see a cat, dead or alive real or stuffed and when either one of us makes the meowing sound. Daddy and I am very much impressed with you kid! That is so cool!

Miki,

For the past couple of days, your Daddy kept telling me that you would answer cat! whenever he asks you ‘Miki, apa ni?’ which in English means ‘Miki, what is this?’. Even though the question was in Malay you didn’t answer kucing, you answered cat!  You Daddy was very proud.

I didn’t give his remark a second thought however, because your Daddy sometimes just say things, you know! Like he is actually the Bruce Wayne of Puchong lah… and I look like Catwoman lah… and blablabla and yatayatayata…. Oh, the part about Catwoman is true by the way!

Anyhow, yesterday while we were playing on the floor suddenly your Daddy came to us with your stuffed cat and asked Miki, ni apa?. You smiled and you grinned and when he asked the second time you ANSWERED cat! Right in front of me you answered a question! With full confidence. With full comprehension!

You didn’t say catatatataa… or cat tak tak tak tak!  You just said cat like you really understand the whole question-answer thing and most importantly, you understand the word with its correct meaning!

Perhaps other babies are doing this younger than you are, Miki, but at that very moment, I was so sorry for thinking that your Daddy has been hallucinating I hugged you tightly and my eyes began to water.

My God you have grown so big,son! And so fast! All these while I thought you are still that tiny little baby that I took home from the hospital, the one that had caused me the e.p.i.s.i.o.t.o.m.y, the one that was so helpless and fragile. But now you have talked. What’s next, Miki? Answering phone calls? Pranking 911? I am not prepared for all this, Miki! With much love and happiness I weep.

Love,
Mummy.