Currently the best toy in my world. Don't try to look for this toy anywhere for this toy is not available in Toys 'r' Us, ToyCity or any other toy stores as only one unit was ever made and produced for each version. The production took 9 full months but the process was monitored on monthly basis and on weekly basis during the last month.
This toy does not operate on batteries and the dresses are sold separately. At the moment, the behaviour of this toy is largely predictable but still, caution while handling must ever be in existent as this toy is equipped with a steadily developing brain and can be pretty unpredictable at times.
What can the toy do?
The toy mostly smiles, giggles and regurgitates random, incomprehensible sounds. This toy needs to be fed constantly but must have enough sleep. On the down side, this toy discharges foul smelling excrement. Lack of sleep can result in major tantrums exhibited through ear-piercing wailing sounds.
But most importantly, the toy also has the amazing abilities to turn gloomy days into bright ones and cheer people up. The toy lifts spirits and makes problems disappear. For now, this toy is very capable to bring smiles and laughter to the whole household.
Hence why this is the best toy in my world. Eh why be self-limiting? Let's just say that this is the best toy in my UNIVERSE!!!
This is not a late posting. I just want to be fashionably late ha ha ha. I figure most of the blogs that are still (or barely!!!) alive up to this point and has not been eaten by the evils of Instagram, Facebook and the likes (yes you knizam.com hahaha), their owners must have jumped in headfirst yesterday to update their blogs. So, I decided to sacrifice yesterday, the first day of the year, for today, the second day, just so that the blogosphere will not be awfully quiet :)
Well, technically speaking, some place somewhere further west, it is still the first of January. It's 10:53 PM, Tuesday, January 1, 2013 (EST) in New York. So am not late. Am still in the zone.
Ok enough with that...and on with the subject.
2013...hmmm...what to expect? What it has in store? For starters, this year will be one day short compared to 2012. So, I have to do with one day less compared to last year. Must hurry then!!!
2012 is quite a tough year to beat. Besides the London Olympics and Messi confirming he is an extra terrestrial being, waltzing around the lesser equipped Earthlings, there was this particularly historic event, though on personal level, that happened inside the last quarter of the year - the granting of a huge amanah from Allah SWT to us. This beats any other things hands down. We are indeed very grateful. And for that, 2012 is a vintage year for us.
So what to make of 2013? The usual suspects -eat less, exercise more, sleep less, read more, curse less, pray more, talk less, do more, hate less, love more- never fail to push and shove their way into the new year resolutions list. As hard as they push and shove to make their appearance on the list, they will push and shove just as hard along the year to fall out of the list.
Early in the morning, a good friend gave a jolt. "Istiqamah bro...don't just blast on the first day..", Syam said, responding to my FB posting. True bro...true...
So let this be the theme of the year - ISTIQAMAH. Well, that's one big challenge!!!
Here's hoping for a great year, wonderful 2013!!!
Joe, consistently inconsistent is istiqamah also right? ha ha ha...
son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your
cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen
into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the
library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your
things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were
dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I
took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you
threw some of your things on the floor.
breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food.
You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread.
And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a
hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply,
"Hold your shoulders back!"
began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road, I spied you,
down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I
humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more
careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly,
with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper,
impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you
want?" I snapped.
nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around
my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God
had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And
then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a
terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The
habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to your for being
a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of
youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart
of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your
spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters
tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt
It is a
feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them
to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will
chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will
bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a
ritual: "He is nothing buy a boy - a little boy!"
afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and
weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your
mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.
Chanced upon this beautifully written letter while reading Dale Carnegie's book, which had been lying for some time in my office, untouched, unread and unappreciated.
Honestly, I have been guilty of most things detailed above. Had running battles with the boys, Emil especially, to pick up after his dirty clothes, to properly dry the bushy head, not to eat as fast as running the century sprint and many more. I have issues with him laughing out too loud, talking back to the mother, yelling unnecessarily...the list could go on forever. All these were resolved with either a deathly stare, a yell or maybe, a swift SWOSSH of the rod. Yes, am old school and subscriber of the 'spare the rod, spoil the child' school of thought.
I don't know...I have only good intentions doing those things but a reminder like this is certainly what one needs from time to time.
Will try to understand, and shall not ask too much from them. But this does not mean that i am throwing out the the cane. no...never...hehehehe... and as the title suggests, father forgets...
Alhamdulillah, all went well and smooth during labour. It took a little over 5 hours from the time Aily was induced until the moment our daughter popped out, much less than what she experienced during Eiddin's time. Labour pains no play-play bro, that much I can say from standing and holding Aily's hands during that time. Be thankful you are born a man, be very thankful.
Our girl came into the world at exactly 2.47 pm on on Friday, the second day of November in the year of 2012. She was weighed at 3.01 kg.
We were overjoyed then to get the confirmation from the midwife that we really had a girl, just like what we had been hoping for all this while. We knew from the various check ups, ultrasound and we even did a 4D ultrasound, but we can't be too sure as all are in God's hands.
Most important, we were simply very much over the moon and beyond, soaking in the fact that Allah has bestowed upon us another one of His perfect creation.
Once she was cleaned up and wrapped in the green hospital sheet, I gently whispered azan and iqamat into both her tiny ears with tears welling up in my eyes - just can't help it, I am a unabashed sentimental...sue me :)
We only spent a night in the hospital and got discharged by noon the day after. Thereafter, home. As the school term only finishes this weekend, we will be in Seri Putra until then. Once the school holidays start, the mom, the boys and the new daughter will shipped out to Seremban until Aily completes her confinement.
So far so good though my biological clock needs some immediate tweaking to adjust with her night feeding time.
Sent by Poslaju
Please ignore the blatant disregard of the 'No Camera' sign...hehehe
Been a while since the last visit. Hence, the nervousness and trepidation. This is one area that familiarity or experience will count for nothing. You may know what comes after another but that's about it. The past 2 visits had been unique, standing on their own.
Truth be told, I had forgotten most things about being a new father. I've been enjoying the relatively easy life now, being a father to 2 grown children. Children who can understand what you're saying or not saying, the works...
It's not like I am required to invent the wheel. Far from it. I am sure the guidebook is still locked up there somewhere, buried deep somewhere in the recess of my brain. Luckily, when I put it up there, I decided not to throw away its key, unsure then whether it will be of any use in the foreseeable future.
Now that I know the syllabus is to be put into practice, I need to locate it...and I need to locate it fast!!!
I really hope it's like riding a bicycle...
But for now, I am praying hard for our girl's safe passage into the world and unto our arms...and for the safety and health of my Aily.