Happy Mothers’ Day

I fell asleep in Aunty Wati’s arms!

Okay Nenek, not too much of this ok. For youngsters like me it’s ok.

Testing nenek’s drink.

Nenek and Tok Ayah got me my very own car!

Cheeky me reaching for something.

Me and Tok Ayah. Apparently this is the band that played at my parents’ wedding.

Sampling the whipped cream at CBTL

Mama Fiza and yours truly

Me during bedtime.

My mama has been very very lazy in updating my blog and she assures me that it is NOT because my adventures are less important than her daily rants. She says that she is just ‘way too busy’. Well, as long as she is not too busy to play my Elmo dvds for me, I’m good.

On Monday I will be TWENTY months. Wow. That seems so… grown up. In four months, I will be 2 YEARS OLD.

At this stage, I refuse to walk, and refuse to sit in my stroller. So how do I get around? Yep, that’s right. I demand to be CARRIED hehehhehe.

Even at home, I get my Tok Bak (whom I call ‘Ok’, not ‘okay’, ok, just ‘Tok’ without the ‘T’, get it?) to carry me around. And once Mama gets home, it’s HER turn to carry me.

Everyone says I am especially manja (affectionate) with my Mama lately. I need her to carry and cuddle me all the time, just to hold me close. I miss her terribly when she’s not there, and as soon as I see her face, I get so excited and happy! Then she is STUCK all the way with me, because I refuse to be separated from her. Everyday in my afternoon naps I dream of her and call out for her… Mamaaa…mamaaa….

At night, I either demand to sleep on Mama (she’s reallllly comfy, trust me on this one) or the least I need is to hold on to her fingers. Most nights, I even demand to be cuddled by her (like a baby, she says) and lullabied to sleep. On good nights, I lie in bed facing her and just look at her face until I fall asleep. Sometimes I am so afraid of closing my eyes because so many times, I do close my eyes and when I open them next, Mama is GONE!!!

Mama is never around anymore when I wake up at 9am, I don’t know why. I only get to see her at about 2 or 3. Gone are the days when I would wake up and see my dear Mama’s face, kissing me, and me kissing her back. Seeing her in the morning just makes my day…everything is going to be alright!

Today was one of the lucky and rare days that I wake up and see Mama next to me. I was sooo happy I clung on to Mama’s neckand woke her with my little voice, ‘Mamaaaaaa, mamaaaaa!’ and when she opened her eyes, I chuckled in joy. If only everyday is like today!

My nenek always teases my Mama and asks if I am going to get a little brother or sister soon. She says that’s always the case if a child like me is extra clingy and manja with mommy. Of course NOT, nenek, Mama is NOT having another baby okay, I am her ONE AND ONLY baby.

I’ve heard everyone talk about tomorrow being Mother’s Day, so Mama, and all Mamas, Mummies, Ammas, Ummis, Ibus, Emaks and whatever it is that you call your dearie Mama, this is for you!

Happy Mothers’ Day!