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Due to popular demand....

I shall put it up here....

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Walking on Crocodiles...

Mika Goes East....Downtown East.

As Mika stands on the cusp of his

2nd birthday

which is a lil' over a month away,

its time he embarks on his first ever

I guess Mika is a 'late bloomer'

with regards to this,

as some kids have gone on countless of such trips,

some way before they could even walk or muster their first word.

As much as

I would like to do all that and more,

I'm usually brought back down to earth by all the

What if he cannot sleep,

and wants to go home in the middle of nite?

What if there's no toddler-friendly food establishment around?

What if...?

What if.... ?

Yes, yes, yes!!!

I'm paranoid,

I can be pessimistic at times...

But hey!

Better be safe than sorry,

more so with regards to MY kids' well-being.

As cliched as it is,

but its a fact nonetheless.

Besides, as you guys know,

I'm not in favour of

See! I'm paranoid again!

So,

for the first time ever,

we were here for the weekend...

All in the name of

teeheehee

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Insya Allah....

The beginning of many more to come...

Woohoooo.....

Mika's Supplies?

Checked.

Mika's Toilettries & First Aid Kit?

Checked.

All of Mika's Necessities & Essentials?

Checked.

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All packed and ready to Chao!

Later, Guys...

Guilty as charged!

Keerook was still deep in slumberland
when I left home with Mikhail,
to meet up with my supplier.

Not just another Bonding moment with my lil' angel;
but it's also my way of making up to him for the lost time.

It all started on Thursday.

My smartie pie knew I was crossed with him,
for he had, accidentally, spilled a carton of fresh milk,
while trying to reach out for the pack of sliced cheese,
albeit being constantly reminded not to.

And because of that, he went to sleep almost immediately
after having put up with my incessant nag.
*yes, I nag coz he's smart enuff to understand my blabbering*
Memang Faham bahasa!

And last nite,
was another short nite for us.
I had left him under Keerook's care for a couple of hours
while I went out for a breather.

I thought the Angel would have fallen asleep by the time I reached home.
But no, there he was, being piggybacked by Ayah,
opened the door while a loud, high pitched, excited
A'laaammmm...
*Read : Waalaikumsalam...*
My boy's been waiting for me, afterall!
Iyer tak yer jugak eh!
Camner nak tido, seblom dapat bau ketiak mama dia yg mashem tu!

Hence,
this morning's short outing.
Just the two of us.

LRT-MRT trip to Admiralty Station.
Breakfast @ MacDees.

Just us!

Am I Guilty, you ask?
Yes, Guilty as charged.

CLingy...

I was dumbstrucked by these comments.

Comments made by my colleagues

who are Working Mothers, themselves.

Seriously.

But why?

I don't see what's the big deal!!

Whats wrong with

Mikhail being clingy to me?

If its not me that he's supposed to get attached to,

then who?

My next door neighbour izzit?

So what if he follows me around like a 12 o'clock shadow,

and there are days that he insists that

I, and not Keerook,

shower with him, change his nappies, feed him and carry him.

Total attention to the very last letter!

He even screams whenever he lost sight of me...

Come bedtime,

he demands that I

do the shadow puppet act with him,

after which, he'll rest his head on my pillow...

And the best part,

instead of gentel-ling his buddies,

(B)Ar-Neey & E(l)mo, that is,

he'll stroke my cheeks, while whispering sayangggg to me,

before he finally drifts into dreamland....

Am I complaining?

No, why should I!?

I take pride in the fact that

despite spending most of his waking hours with

my Mak, his Nenek,

he still looks forward to going back to his own crib,

spending whatever remaining pre-bedtime he has with me,

snuggling up to me,

kissing, hugging & giggling.

I dont want to wake up one day,

only to realise that he's all grown up and pass this phase

and look back with regret.

I dont want to come to a point

where I have to rely on Mak/Nenek

to cultivate the necessary sense of discipline,

when Mika misbehaves.

Can't these people see the bigger picture and rationality of it?

Afterall,

no one said motherhood is served

on a silver platter with cherry on top...