Posted in Aqeef Afwan, family, married life, the farewell on 05/10/2011 03:28 pm by Farah
It was 3rd May, boarded on the MH 002, heading straightaway to Heathrow, London.
12 hours non-stop journey to Heathrow, London seemed not so long, well that’s it if you have a baby to be took care of. I can’t really sleep, to ensure that Aqeef doesn’t cry when he’s hungry. Afraid that he would probably disturbing other passengers. Another thing, I was worried if the hanging bouncer could fall and crash on the floor. Well even at only 1m high, but it’s involving a lot of shaking for a baby. That’s not good and can lead to infant death, nauzubillah.
Aqeef’s first flight boarding done well. He is a good boy. Even the stewardess didn’t believe that he was only 2 months, 1 week and 2 days old. That’s a min age to bring a baby into a plane. At first we wanted to demand for seats near the window. But then we realised that the seats that we were occupying are seats for parents with baby caused it has a hole to attach the baby’s bouncer. Nasib baik tak demand2 lagi, kalau tak memang maul.Tapi adatlah, first time to board a flight with a baby. Sebelum ni bawak diri je.
daddy babysat Aqeef while waiting for the call
Aqeef slept well in his compartment after taxi and take off
Look at his face. He’s still angry .“Why mommy and daddy wake me up? I wanna sleep!”
Ok, daddy is persuading him to sleep!
Hmmm… I love daddy’s lap. Such a fluffy mattress.
Posted in family, love you, the farewell on 05/10/2011 03:28 am by Farah
It happened almost a week ago, but yet I’m still regret I must say. A promising farewell that counted a lot of tears.
I bet things would be different if the person they were sending to the airport were only me and my husband. But involving a little baby it was such an unwelcome separation. Can you imagine seeing a baby of your close kin from his day of birth till he reached 2 months 1 week and 2 days old to let him go apart for a period of we couldn’t be very sure about its expiry. That’s might be the way my family felt especially my mum in law, my mum and dad. They said something like “nanti Aqeef balik entah2 dah pandai jalan…sombong dengan kami.jangan2 tak nak cakap melayu dah”. That makes me even sadder. But life indeed is unsure.
Before the tears is permitted to whack myself, it’s better for us to regale some photos.
that’s me with Aqeef, that was the last on last view of my family’s home
The sisters. How I’m missing them.
My parents. Mama’s holding Aqeef. Sayang cucu nenek
That’s my mum in law. I know she was sad. I was sad too.
With Maklang (my side) and her grandson. I guess now I know from whom my teeth are inherited
With Maktam (my husband’s side) and her children.
Well you should know who they are
Tak tahu bila nak balik Malaysia. Entahkan setahun, entahkan 4 tahun, entahkan lima…ekh entahlah…
eliminating the tears…….
BTW thanks a lot to my beloved husband for the remarkable first year Mother’s Day wishes in my life (first for me, many for them). At least it made my day, cheering a bit of sorrow
Posted in family, me, pregnancy, the farewell on 05/03/2011 09:25 pm by Farah
For real the coins counted RM171.25. I’ve started saved them since the very first few days of my pregnancy. They are mostly the remaining of our grocery spent, some I got from my husband’s pockets, and some from his car (he put them everywhere).Sometimes I got notes too, but the notes would be put into my purse. Once the coins are inserted into the pouch then into the sweets jar, he no longer couldn’t claim them as his. That’s how it’s worked.
And today, as Aqeef already aged 2 months 1 week and 2 days (means it’s already about 11 months since I first saved them), I don’t think the sweets jar is competent enough to be stored with more coin. Moving into another bigger jar isn’t a suit idea, these coins can’t be used in the UK plus it’s not clever to bring more weight into my already over-the-limit luggages. So I opted to change them into notes.
At the moment this entry is posted, the money had safely reached my sister’s and brother’s purses. I gave them as the farewell gift.
Posted in family, love you, the farewell on 05/03/2011 12:17 am by Farah
Arrived home after the farewell dinner around 11. And my little prince needed to be fed (again), his 2 years old cousin needed the pacifier. I prepared the milk, and went (or should I say ran away?) to my sister’s room to try new blouses we bought that evening. My twin younger sisters handled the two little boy and girl. One feeding Aqeef, another one handling the bossy princess, Najwa. They were all at the living hall.
Out of the blue of my disappearance into the room, my sisters swizzled upon something not so ridiculous but yet I think it was interesting. Here are what happened there.
Isn’t she is adorable? 2 years old girl to bottle feed a 2 months old baby is really an awesome moment. Just couldn’t help myself from clicking another memorable photos of my beloved niece. (I’m indeed a very nostalgic person)
Posted in family, love you, the farewell on 05/02/2011 11:46 pm by Farah
This entry contains a lot of pics. So be careful!
Aqeef parked far away from mommy, nak manja2 dengan atok n nenek
Both atok n nenek worried Aqeef would cry
Mokde fed Aqeef
My adorable twin sisters with my adorable niece
Now it’s time to cry!
not sleeping – this is ugly
My big sister and I
Posted in family, husband, the farewell, what's on menu on 05/02/2011 03:26 pm by Farah
Last few years ago, when a boy was in his 15 at a boarding school in Perak, a dinner was held to celebrate the honorary year of Form 3. RM10 was paid for a plate of Kenny Rogers Roaster dish. But the boy wasn’t very satisfied. RM10 was quite a big amount for him at the time to be fill with just a plate of roasted chicken.
Yesterday, the boy who already grew up to be a man with a wife and a son brought his family along with her sister in law to have a lunch at his most time desired restaurant, Kenny Rogers Roaster. These are the pics.
This is not the food even he is lying on the table
Aqeef with mak didak
Daddy took over
Aqeef was salivating so daddy kept wiping his mouth
Aqeef, mommy and mak didak
Now this is the food
Capture gambar budget pro haha
Apparently (or you might as well have guessed it) the boy in this story is my beloved husband. The days of his 15 happened almost 13 years ago.
Posted in family, love you, the farewell on 05/02/2011 12:36 am by Farah
*Aqeef slept well in hustle
*We had a nice time there
*I looked (note the past tense there) fat lol
*Not in event:my big bro Boy