I had started this blog hoping to update family and friends of Yasmin's developments and just simply "our" news.But it is seriously difficult to get it updated on a daily basis.But I ain't feelin' guilty,my friend.I guess this story adapted from "Chiken Soup for the Mother and Daughter Soul" sums it all.....

"Now I am a mother with a daughter of my own.As I put together a baby book for my daughter,I keep looking back into my own book.However,my baby book no longer looks the same.When I look at the photo of my mother bathing me,I notice that she looks tired-as I feel now.When I look carefully into the background of the photos,I see that my mother's kitchen had cluttered counters-like my kitchen has now.I see photos of my smiling, happy face in a bathtub,oblivious to the clutter and my mother's fatigue-just as my baby smiles now.

And I notice one other change in the book.There was always a section of pages in the middle of the book that were never written in.These are the blank pages that I hear my new mother friends complain that they have not filled in all of the pages of the baby book yet.I hear mothers criticizing themselves,saying that it will be depressing if their child see blank pages in her baby book.But as I look back in my baby book,I see all of the blank pages have suddenly disappeared.Where blank pages once lay,I now see my mother cooking me warm,nourishing meals and giving me hot baths.I see my mother reading me books and taking me sledding in the front yard.I see my mother tucking me into bed and bandaging my skinned knee.I see pages full of love."

Awww......ain't that sweet...

Anyway,since I'm not working.....I have been busy making memories...



Doesn't she look so innocent?

We went to JB just a few days before Ramadhan,to Yasmin's paternal granpa's place.Is was tired with work and figured that a quick holiday there might just revived his energy.

The huge area really excites her.I grew up in a city most of my life.So I guess Yasmin is pretty lucky to still acquire that mystical "kampung-like" feeling at Johor.Perhaps she relished this huge space now.When she grows up,she'll probably complain about the house not being wired to the internet or that she won't be able to call to talk with her friends.

Like a true city gal,she waved her tiny hands and said "Hot...hot".And when she stepped on the veranda,she refused to move unless she wears her shoes. On arrival,she inspected every single rooms before happily skipping back to the living room.

The next morning, I guess, was pretty "educational" for her.She saw chickens.Real life ones just walking around near the "warong" where we had our breakfast.She even get to see some wild monkeys.

She must have got a bit confused with it all ...coz she nows calls birds..."ayam"(malay for chicken).



Miss photogenic?

She even learned how to imitate some lizards....pretty cute try..I must say



Splashing fun...

Our main highlight for the trip was to blow up this huge pool for her to play in.But the pool unfortunately had a hole......so we made do with this small basin.Nevertheless it was pure fun for her still.She loved it so much that she refused to budge.Even though she was feeling cold,with the breeze outside blowing.

She even had her cousin to play with there.They can't really hang around together yet but she had fun with Emir.



Emir-one cute fella

It was a fun trip but we got back exhausted but truly "rested".