Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Come June, my Adam will be 2 years 6 months old! How time flies.... and of course, he is now every single thing that signifies the terrible two syndrome. His favorite past time now is throwing things into the toilet bowl and flushing it down. Of course some of the stuff he tried to flush in will not be able to be flushed down.... for example, his sister's Barbie Ballerina Doll, the box of tissues, a ball, a photo frame and oh ... paper clips too. I am just not fast enough for him. Everytime he does it, he will look at me and grin, the most mischievous look all over his face.

Balqis will never be able to complete her wood block castle that she normally will painstakingly arrange, decorate and innovate. Adam will, with a single swish of the hands or sometimes the legs (they can be handy too)... down comes the much thought out castle. Great architecture came crashing down on the floor. With that, you can tell -- It's not going to be a quiet and peaceful weekend unless they nap. My darling husband's favorite passion becomes putting them to nap only because he wants a quiet and peaceful weekend. But of course, you know that not of all your dreams will come true and this particular one will be it. They'll stall nap time as long as they can. They outwit you and outsmart you pretty much, majority of the times. And let me tell you, you will never win!

Balqis loves coloring and drawing. The trouble always comes when she holds up her creations to announce it to the rest of the world who cares to compliment and admire her work of art. That act, will of course attract the attention of a certain individual, the would be Mr. Prime Minister of Malaysia, Adam. With a single bound and strike, the art crumbles and he tossed it as far as he can with a beam that radiates his whole face. You may also catch him singing slowly under his breath after this rapture. Balqis would be devastated and inconsolable which will result in her asking for her milk and her drifting to sleep as a solace to herself.

Sometimes, I offer no action or reaction to these episodes only because I just simply dont know how to manage it. But there will be times when I just sat there and wonder ... Adam, what is it that I ate or didnt eat?

But of course, Adam remains the handsome boy with big round alert eyes, whom Dr. Norliza, our family GP has announced to not have any candies, sugary food, chocolates and the likes until further notice. She insisted that I warned the babysitter not to do otherwise and against this order. What brought upon this is of course Adam being very active. Apart from having to wait for Adam to complete his rounds at the clinic, switching on and off the fax machine, running the water at the sinks, jumping non-stop, tried moving her posters in numerous occasions and the list goes on ... Adam also once slammed the door to her office causing a minor tremor to her office wall. He is pretty famous at the clinic. All the nurses know him by name - all shifts.

When he sleeps, he looks like an angel. But then again, what else could he possibly be, but my very own angel.

Mr. Prime Minister, over to you...

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 9:49 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Last Thursday started very early for all of us and that includes Adam too. I woke up to a very irritating alarm but to which I'd no choice but succumbed. I was ready by 6am and my darling husband started the car engine. Adam awoke in the process of transferring him from his deep slumber into the car seat, leaving behind a warm, cosy comforter. The poor baby. I caught the 6.15am LRT to KL Sentral to catch the earliest ERL to KLIA. With a 7.25am flight to catch and in mind, I could have shoved the driver of the LRT aside and drove all the way, if it had one. Unfortunately, I had no choice but to wait, fidget and frown in my seat in the LRT as it stopped at each station and waited for minutes before it went off to the next and the next and the next stations. It chose to stop and wait at each stations. My friend called from KLIA at 6.30am and asked me were I was. In the train. I decided not to tell her that I was still in the first train. I detected a sigh of relief in her voice while I continued on drumming my fingernails waiting for the endless ride.

I finally got out at Sentral if I am not mistaken close to 6.45am. Got to the wrong side of the building to get the ticket for an ERL ride. Walked as fast as I could to the other end to the correct place to get the ticket and to board on the ERL. Darn that KTM officer who showed me the wrong side of the building to get the ERL ticket from. Just as I reached the platform, I saw everybody running right ahead of me. The perfect time to panic. I decided to join the crowd. I ran and hopped onto the train slightly before it closed the doors. Sat myself and waited for the train to take me to KLIA. 28 minutes it said in the brochure, the website, the everything else about it. It'd better be.

My friend has been frantically trying to get hold of me. Of course, I only knew about this when I finally arrived KLIA. My phone was on discreet, I didnt hear it buzzing. I finally arrived at 7.23am, 2 minutes away from the flight. Just as I stepped out of the ERL, noticed that I had at least 8 missed calls, ran to the departure hall while speaking to May, my friend. May had left my boarding pass with the security guard so that she could run ahead and asked for another favor from the gate keepers to wait for me. But then of course, arguing with all the 3 women officers before being saved by a nice security gentleman was another story.

I approached the 3 women security officers and one of them asked me before I could opened my mouth.... Hazlina? I almost grabbed it out of her hand... ran all the way to the escalator while listening to the announcements of my full name as per the identification card! I ran and ran. Saw the As and the Bs gates looming. I managed a quick prayer before glancing at the boarding pass... B7. Okay ... here we go! 237 miles per hour in the morning but it was all worth it as I managed to run into the waiting craft with all of the business class full and waiting! I, of course walked passed them, their glaring eyes and rich suits pased the curtain and sat my self in my seat. Tired. They closed the door.

By the time I reached Kuala Lumpur later that night, I could hardly raise my eye lids and almost dozzed off standing in the LRT back from Sentral to Wangsa Maju. I made it back all in one piece but not one peace in mind. Mind was working overtime over the meetings during the day in Johor Bahru and body is just too tired to respond. Quick cleaning up and off I went to dreamland. Fatigue is a very mild word to describe my state.

Now, back to buffing my nails.

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 10:53 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Everybody complains nowadays and that includes Adam. He complains every night about the choice of pajamas Mommy chose. He will look at the pair I placed on the bed, picked it up and hold it up to observe. He usually does this with his head cocked to the side. The decision normally comes in a split second. Either it goes down on the floor accompanied by his screaming, which is normally followed with him turning around at the speed of lightning running towards his pajama box (I placed all his pajamas in a special box for him) or a big wide smile, a good sign of approval. Disapprove means, he will rummage the whole box to find the ones that he wants. Pajamas with Spiderman, Batman, Superman or The Incredibles motives are very much preferred. He doesn't know about The Incredibles but they look like superheroes to him. From the pictures they look like they fly, they've got capes so they must be the likes of Spiderman, Batman or Superman. Thus Mommy's task now is to stock up on those to avoid any unnecessary argument after the daily routine of evening showers.

Balqis always looked amused when this happen. She tried at one occasion to join in the Let's-be-difficult-and-choosy-about-pajamas attitude. She observed the much-loved Cinderella Disney with the frilly sleeved sleeping gown that ran just right after her knees that was so... oh ... so pretty Mommy, thank you for getting those for me and said,' But Mommy, how about a Barbie Night gown?' 'Yeah… what about them... you don't have any.' Cry .... 'But, I must have ... I like Barbie you know ...' more sobs. 'Okay .... I'm not going to argue with you right now. I'm tired and I brought back work. 'I need you to sleep early.' Silent. Looked up at me with the saddest pair of eyes and ... sob .... said, 'Okay Mommy. But I like Barbie ...' I stood there wondering -- Who invented the word 'but'? The very next day, in between meetings, I ran into a mall to find a pair. I wonder why I did that. To avoid a confrontation with her when I picked her up after school because her memory is darn good and I know it's not going to be 'Hi Mom.. how was your day' greetings BUT 'Mom ... did you buy me the Barbie gown yet?' or I gave up arguing and want to get on with my life peacefully after evening shower ....

Protest, critize, grumble, whine, carp, find fault, nitpick, nag, make a complaint and object, according to the Thesaurus (US English) states that it is the same as COMPLAIN, expressed in other words.

Sigh.

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 9:32 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}