What happens when an extremely active nearly-3-year-old boy takes an extra long evening nap and wakes up all nice and fresh?
What happens when he eats sweets after the nap (eight pieces of marshmellows, a few bites of chocolate and ice-cream to be exact) and starts spurring all around the house like a racing car with a rocket attached to its back?
What happens if the fresh and sugar-high kid doesn't get much physical activity that day and ends up just vegging out and watching TV all day because it's a weekend and that's all the silly parents feel like doing?
And what happens when the boy just wouldn't go to sleep at his normal bedtime and threats (even the threat involving the rotan) just won't do its job to frighten him to bed?
You let the boy watch some more TV and roll around on the bedroom floor while you finish off the housechores for the night, that's what you do.
Hehh.
In walks the father at past 1 a.m. and the boy is still watching Ultraman and doing Karate chop moves while rolling about the floor. And then the boy looks up from his enchanting Ultraman show and asks the father...
"Ehhhhh Baba tak tido lagi ke haaaaaa??"
Wahh. Banyak pandai nak scold the Baba pulak....
Bertuah punya budakkk..
To Lose a Spouse
Have you ever considered how it must be like being a single parent? Some are dealt that fate, praise God, God knows best. Today I felt a newfound level of respect for those who have to go on that path, willingly or unwillingly.
It was about 8.40 a.m. when I noticed H walking out of the bedroom, locking the door and driving out of the house. As I heard the telltale signs of him juggling the keys to our upstairs grille (as a sign that he's about to leave for work), I remembered thinking that I should say bye and voiced out some I-love-yous. I wasn't fully awake and was in that nice realm of being half-asleep and half-awake. So I thought, well, heck.. I'll just give him an extra big smooch when he comes home for lunch later, just to tell him how much I love and appreciate him.
I heard the Honda being driven out, and the competent Makcik M (the cleaning lady we hired) vacuuming the downstairs hall. I must've kinda smiled at the contentment I felt over my life, and then I dozed nicely back to sleep. On days that I'm extra tired, I'm very happy for this kid that we have, as Gib would happily sleep through the morning if I let him be.
Then as if in a dream, I thought I heard H's familiar long-and-lanky-sounding footsteps in the room, and the next thing I knew, H was sitting beside me on the bed.
"Yang... Honda kena langgar teruk, yang. Habis pecah belakang, pecah tires, pecah depan. A BMW hit me from the back, and the Honda went into a spin and hit a tree. The tree tumbang."
My first thought was that I felt his anguish. He loves the car. Just like I do. I could sense the waves of shock and sadness coming from him. That Honda was my first car. The one Dad bought for me to commute back and forth uni during my undergrad days. The car's been with us for more than 10 years. When we had Gibran, I bought a bigger car. H bought the Honda over and that made it his first car too. The first car he'd bought with his own money. The Honda was always in good condition. So good that we always spent very little on maintenance. No doubt it was no longer brand new, but we loved the car.
Then it felt as if an invisible hand slapped me across the face. H went across the room to look for the Honda's documents, and I hurriedly got out of bed, caught his arms and uttered the most important question.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I had to clutch his arms, look into his face as if I was a medical expert that could make a diagnosis through mere observation, and felt all over him to see if he had any breaks or cuts on his body.
"Yes, yes, I'm ok. I wore my sealtbelt. I'm unhurt." He insisted while he continued looking for the papers. Alright, I got it. He'd gone into his super-efficient mode, and he needed to settle everything immediately, before he'd allow the reality of it to sink in.
So I followed him down while he made the phone call to Chris, our insurance agent. I sat on the stairs while watching Makcik M mop the floors and listened to the calls to the tow truck guys. Leong was downstairs when we came down. Allah Bless that man's soul. He's always been nothing but the best of friend. He'd gone out of their office the moment he heard about the accident (which happened on the road outside their workplace), and stayed with H to drive him home and promised to stay for as long as work would allow.
Then after a quick hug and kiss, they drove out to have the Honda towed.. the police report made.. the workshop and insurance documents settled.. and whatnots. I boiled some water, made myself some coffee, and went up to accompany Gibran who was still in deep slumber.
And I sat there looking at our beautiful boy who'd very nearly came to being fatherless. Nauzubillah, Subhanallah, Masyaallah.
Had I been left to raise this beautiful boy alone.... ohmyGod, I can't even bear thinking about it.
As if sensing something was wrong, Gibran woke up, sat up, and (as usual) asked.. "Baba mana?"
I realised I was stupidly staring into space and had tears on my face (and hey I don't cry very easily).
I cleared my throat and said.. "Baba work, baby. Baba will come back really soon. We can have lunch together, ok?"
And only Allah knows how good it felt to be able to say that. Imagine the people who had to tell their children that their other parent will not be coming back. Imagine having to answer... "Baba's not coming back, baby. Baba's gone." OhmyGOD.
Syukur Syukur Alhamdulillah.
It was about 8.40 a.m. when I noticed H walking out of the bedroom, locking the door and driving out of the house. As I heard the telltale signs of him juggling the keys to our upstairs grille (as a sign that he's about to leave for work), I remembered thinking that I should say bye and voiced out some I-love-yous. I wasn't fully awake and was in that nice realm of being half-asleep and half-awake. So I thought, well, heck.. I'll just give him an extra big smooch when he comes home for lunch later, just to tell him how much I love and appreciate him.
I heard the Honda being driven out, and the competent Makcik M (the cleaning lady we hired) vacuuming the downstairs hall. I must've kinda smiled at the contentment I felt over my life, and then I dozed nicely back to sleep. On days that I'm extra tired, I'm very happy for this kid that we have, as Gib would happily sleep through the morning if I let him be.
Then as if in a dream, I thought I heard H's familiar long-and-lanky-sounding footsteps in the room, and the next thing I knew, H was sitting beside me on the bed.
"Yang... Honda kena langgar teruk, yang. Habis pecah belakang, pecah tires, pecah depan. A BMW hit me from the back, and the Honda went into a spin and hit a tree. The tree tumbang."
My first thought was that I felt his anguish. He loves the car. Just like I do. I could sense the waves of shock and sadness coming from him. That Honda was my first car. The one Dad bought for me to commute back and forth uni during my undergrad days. The car's been with us for more than 10 years. When we had Gibran, I bought a bigger car. H bought the Honda over and that made it his first car too. The first car he'd bought with his own money. The Honda was always in good condition. So good that we always spent very little on maintenance. No doubt it was no longer brand new, but we loved the car.
Then it felt as if an invisible hand slapped me across the face. H went across the room to look for the Honda's documents, and I hurriedly got out of bed, caught his arms and uttered the most important question.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I had to clutch his arms, look into his face as if I was a medical expert that could make a diagnosis through mere observation, and felt all over him to see if he had any breaks or cuts on his body.
"Yes, yes, I'm ok. I wore my sealtbelt. I'm unhurt." He insisted while he continued looking for the papers. Alright, I got it. He'd gone into his super-efficient mode, and he needed to settle everything immediately, before he'd allow the reality of it to sink in.
So I followed him down while he made the phone call to Chris, our insurance agent. I sat on the stairs while watching Makcik M mop the floors and listened to the calls to the tow truck guys. Leong was downstairs when we came down. Allah Bless that man's soul. He's always been nothing but the best of friend. He'd gone out of their office the moment he heard about the accident (which happened on the road outside their workplace), and stayed with H to drive him home and promised to stay for as long as work would allow.
Then after a quick hug and kiss, they drove out to have the Honda towed.. the police report made.. the workshop and insurance documents settled.. and whatnots. I boiled some water, made myself some coffee, and went up to accompany Gibran who was still in deep slumber.
And I sat there looking at our beautiful boy who'd very nearly came to being fatherless. Nauzubillah, Subhanallah, Masyaallah.
Had I been left to raise this beautiful boy alone.... ohmyGod, I can't even bear thinking about it.
As if sensing something was wrong, Gibran woke up, sat up, and (as usual) asked.. "Baba mana?"
I realised I was stupidly staring into space and had tears on my face (and hey I don't cry very easily).
I cleared my throat and said.. "Baba work, baby. Baba will come back really soon. We can have lunch together, ok?"
And only Allah knows how good it felt to be able to say that. Imagine the people who had to tell their children that their other parent will not be coming back. Imagine having to answer... "Baba's not coming back, baby. Baba's gone." OhmyGOD.
Syukur Syukur Alhamdulillah.
Tickled Speechless
Gibran can respond to questions in ways that leave me tickled to my stomach and speechless to the core.
In the car today, as we were leaving the house to go to my parents' house..
Gibran: "Mummy? Ini hujan ke.. Mummy keluarkan air ke...?" (what he meant was whether I was squirting water from the car's wipers)
Me: "Eh, no lah, this is rain. It's raining. Mummy tak keluarkan air lah."
Gibran: "Hujan ni datang daripada awan, kan? Air dalam awan tu datang dari laut tau. Pastu dia turun.. masuk sungai... masuk paip.. keluar kat rumah Ban..."
Me: "Yes baby, that's right."
Gibran: "Kenapa kena hujan, Mummy? Kenapa?"
Me: "Well, if there's no rain, where do we get our drinking water, then? Kita nak minum air apa kalau takde hujan?"
Gibran: "Minumlah air botol, beli dekat kedai. Boleh kan?"
Keekekekee...
The other day at my parents' house, bugging me while I was revising Arabic lessons..
Gibran: "Mummy! Nak lollypop! Abang Nabeel makan lollypop tau.... Shamel makan lollypop... Kakak makan lollypop.... Ban sorang je tak makan lollypop..." (He gets a treat once in a while, although we don't allow it often. It's so pitiful to look at him staring sadly at his cousins munching away on sweets everyday)
Me: "Afterwards, baby. You have to eat rice first. We'll eat as soon as Mummy finishes this. Sekejap ye..."
Gibran: "Taknak sekejap! Cepat la Mummy.. cepat cepat cepatttt!"
Me: "Alahhh tunggu la sekejappp je, Mummy will be done really soon."
Gibran: "Taknak tunggu! Nanti Baba balik, Mummy! Nanti Baba balik!"
Me: "Ohh.. yes, Baba's coming back for lunch soon, baby."
Gibran: "Takkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Kalau Baba balik, nanti dia tak bagi Ban makan lollypop!! Cepat Mummy!!!!!! Cepat!"
Smart bugger ;p
In the car today, as we were leaving the house to go to my parents' house..
Gibran: "Mummy? Ini hujan ke.. Mummy keluarkan air ke...?" (what he meant was whether I was squirting water from the car's wipers)
Me: "Eh, no lah, this is rain. It's raining. Mummy tak keluarkan air lah."
Gibran: "Hujan ni datang daripada awan, kan? Air dalam awan tu datang dari laut tau. Pastu dia turun.. masuk sungai... masuk paip.. keluar kat rumah Ban..."
Me: "Yes baby, that's right."
Gibran: "Kenapa kena hujan, Mummy? Kenapa?"
Me: "Well, if there's no rain, where do we get our drinking water, then? Kita nak minum air apa kalau takde hujan?"
Gibran: "Minumlah air botol, beli dekat kedai. Boleh kan?"
Keekekekee...
The other day at my parents' house, bugging me while I was revising Arabic lessons..
Gibran: "Mummy! Nak lollypop! Abang Nabeel makan lollypop tau.... Shamel makan lollypop... Kakak makan lollypop.... Ban sorang je tak makan lollypop..." (He gets a treat once in a while, although we don't allow it often. It's so pitiful to look at him staring sadly at his cousins munching away on sweets everyday)
Me: "Afterwards, baby. You have to eat rice first. We'll eat as soon as Mummy finishes this. Sekejap ye..."
Gibran: "Taknak sekejap! Cepat la Mummy.. cepat cepat cepatttt!"
Me: "Alahhh tunggu la sekejappp je, Mummy will be done really soon."
Gibran: "Taknak tunggu! Nanti Baba balik, Mummy! Nanti Baba balik!"
Me: "Ohh.. yes, Baba's coming back for lunch soon, baby."
Gibran: "Takkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Kalau Baba balik, nanti dia tak bagi Ban makan lollypop!! Cepat Mummy!!!!!! Cepat!"
Smart bugger ;p
The Perfect Parent
The perfect parent, in my opinion, would know what to do in every situation. The perfect parent would know how to react when an incident occur, be it big or small. The perfect parent wouldn't react inappropriately, and would always know when to praise, when to love, when to hug, to kiss, to scold. The perfect parent would know when to let go, and when to hold on. And the perfect parent would know how to handle her emotions amidst crisis, and would always prioritise her child's emotions, so that she could set a good example, and would give the child the healthiest of childhood (emotionally and physically). The perfect parent would be patient. She would never lose her temper, she would never shout. Instead, the perfect parent takes every minute of the day as an opportunity to constantly educate. The perfect parent would know what to do and what to say when a child makes inappropriate demands, or display bad tempers and undesirable behaviours. The perfect parent would be loving, and her child would never have bad memories of the parent acting like a monster. Because, the perfect parent has God close to her heart, and would never do anything that could possibly taint her child's life.
I am far, far from my image of what a perfect parent should be like.
Did anyone catch The Shield's final season's final episode? Where Shane ended up killing his wife and kid, and terminating himself in the end. Did anyone watch the part where they were hiding out at an abandoned mansion, and their kid Jackson (who was about Gib's age) were playing with blocks, oblivious and content in his own world, wild the parents just came back from shooting people dead.. and the wife had broken a rib after being attacked by a bad guy, and was screaming her head off while Shane tried nursing her injuries.. with Jackson looking on with big, innocent eyes?
Yeah well, it makes one wonder.
I know I am far, far from ever becoming a perfect parent. None of us is perfect. How on earth do we teach our kids to become good people if we're not awfully good people ourselves? How do we stop tainting our children's innocent souls?
Don't mind me. I'm just rambling.
I am far, far from my image of what a perfect parent should be like.
Did anyone catch The Shield's final season's final episode? Where Shane ended up killing his wife and kid, and terminating himself in the end. Did anyone watch the part where they were hiding out at an abandoned mansion, and their kid Jackson (who was about Gib's age) were playing with blocks, oblivious and content in his own world, wild the parents just came back from shooting people dead.. and the wife had broken a rib after being attacked by a bad guy, and was screaming her head off while Shane tried nursing her injuries.. with Jackson looking on with big, innocent eyes?
Yeah well, it makes one wonder.
I know I am far, far from ever becoming a perfect parent. None of us is perfect. How on earth do we teach our kids to become good people if we're not awfully good people ourselves? How do we stop tainting our children's innocent souls?
Don't mind me. I'm just rambling.
The Forms of Help
Since the maid c.a.b.u.t., we've had a lady coming in to clean the house (vacuum, mop, wash the toilets and the house porch, etc.). Today we're trying out another lady who comes at a cheaper price. You'd be amazed to hear how much people are charging to come clean a house nowadays. Heck, even I wouldn't mind doing it if I was healthy and had no job to do! The verdict's still out on who we'd keep for the long run, but I'm just thankful that we can afford to have help come in a few times a week and relief me from the heavy duties.
And then there's the other forms of help that we've been getting left, right and center. I'm talking about the unpaid help from the family.
Mom spends a few nights here a week to help out and just hang out to boost my morale. Dad babysits Gibran with the help of the ol' family maid (Bibik, my parents' maid who has been with us for a dozen years) when we go to Arabic classes and such. When good ol' spine starts tingling and I'm too exhausted to cook dinner, a mere phone call to Mom and Bibik would guarantee a nice homecooked meal for us that day. Sister who usually dislikes having her own kids around at mealtimes and on shopping trips would uncomplainingly entertain Gibran when we dine in shops and when I'm busy making purchases whenever we're out. A couple of times in the past weeks she even helped me clean up Gib's vomit (Gib's fond of throwing up when he feels a little unwell), although she doesn't even do that for her own kids. Times like this makes me feel certain that coming back to have Gibran in Malaysia was one of the best decisions we'd ever made for him. However annoying families can be sometimes (and oh gosh don't we know how annoying they can be when they want to be!), they're the ones who stick by you through the thick times.
So yes, we're blessed indeed.
And then there's the other forms of help that we've been getting left, right and center. I'm talking about the unpaid help from the family.
Mom spends a few nights here a week to help out and just hang out to boost my morale. Dad babysits Gibran with the help of the ol' family maid (Bibik, my parents' maid who has been with us for a dozen years) when we go to Arabic classes and such. When good ol' spine starts tingling and I'm too exhausted to cook dinner, a mere phone call to Mom and Bibik would guarantee a nice homecooked meal for us that day. Sister who usually dislikes having her own kids around at mealtimes and on shopping trips would uncomplainingly entertain Gibran when we dine in shops and when I'm busy making purchases whenever we're out. A couple of times in the past weeks she even helped me clean up Gib's vomit (Gib's fond of throwing up when he feels a little unwell), although she doesn't even do that for her own kids. Times like this makes me feel certain that coming back to have Gibran in Malaysia was one of the best decisions we'd ever made for him. However annoying families can be sometimes (and oh gosh don't we know how annoying they can be when they want to be!), they're the ones who stick by you through the thick times.
So yes, we're blessed indeed.
Eating Log
Food is a big part in Gibran's life. Being a healthy eater (thank goodness), his taste changes every so often. What's awesome today may not be so awesome tomorrow, so I have to constantly be on the lookout for new ideas to feed him. Now that he's approaching three years of age, he's very clear about his likes and dislikes. If he likes something, he'll say so. If he dislikes it, he'd exclaim loudly; "Tak sedap! Ban tak suka!".. and wouldn't take another bite of it.
.. Breakfast cannot consist of the same food everyday. He's quite picky about breakfast food. Lunch, dinner and snacks, he's more adventurous about. Breakfast has to be different everyday. One day it's cereal with milk, the next day it's bread with butter and jam, the next day it's toast with cheese and a calciyum yoghurt, and so on.
.. He still hates mashed potatoes and any mashed-up-like food.
.. He'd choose rice and lauk over fastfood any day. Phew!
.. He loves to eat by himself at restaurants, but not at home. He prefers to be fed by Mummy at home while he watches TV like the master of the house. An exception is when we sit down to have a meal together, which is usually on weekends. I agree we have to make more effort to have meals together on a daily basis.
.. He dislikes any pastas with any sauces, preferring his pastas plain and empty. Yep.. sauce-less pasta. He even refuses to have baked pasta nowadays. So when we have pasta, I usually cook a few ayamas cocktails and cut em up to pieces and he'd have that with plain pasta. Oh he loves aglio olio though, but doesn't fancy having it more than once a week. He can finish a huge plate of plain pasta with chopped cocktails.
.. His favourite foods are Asian food. Give him rice and either chicken/fish, and he's all set. His taste is soo Asian lah. His favourite veges are cucumber and coral lettuce. He loves carrots, cauliflowers, celery and such in his chicken soup, but doesn't really fancy them stir-fried. Loves french beans in his fried rice though. Well, you get the idea. He has clear preferences now.
.. His favourite lauk (dishes) are fried chicken, fishball soup (or any soup actually!) and roast chicken (or any non-spicy chicken dish actually!). All must be served with a big helping of rice.
.. Still crazy over fruits, although more picky about which fruit he wants to have. Current favourites are jackfruits, mangos, rambutans, watermelon and apples. Actually.. just give him any cold fruit from the fridge and he's happy lah. He loves cold fruits.
.. He's never really been a big milk-drinker, and is even less enthusiastic about milk now. He drinks about 150 ml milk in the evenings when he wakes from his nap, and another 150 ml about an hour before bed. That's about it. I try to make sure he gets calcium from other sources such as cheese, yoghurt, ice-creams and puddings.
.. He's crazy over lollypops, although we rarely let him have any. My sister doesn't control the amount of sugar her kids take, so Gibran gets very upset looking at them eating all the sweets that they want, while we limit what he can have. To each his own, right? I'm not about to let him have sweets on a daily basis because he gets hyper when he has sweets. I do allow him one or two bites of chocolates after he has his main meals, or even some ice-cream or desserts, but I don't let him having sugar in large amounts.
.. Not into noodles or western food like Pizzas and such. Give rice and he'd have a rocking time.
.. Forget the cookies and cakes. Give him savoury keropoks and kerepeks and crunchy biscuits anytime. He likes crunchy things.
Friends are telling me that I should be thankful that Gib's appetite is good, but can a Mum stop wishing? Preferring western dishes myself, I wish he'd be more adventurous with his food in the future. Then maybe we can try that mexican restaurant that I've been eyeing!
.. Breakfast cannot consist of the same food everyday. He's quite picky about breakfast food. Lunch, dinner and snacks, he's more adventurous about. Breakfast has to be different everyday. One day it's cereal with milk, the next day it's bread with butter and jam, the next day it's toast with cheese and a calciyum yoghurt, and so on.
.. He still hates mashed potatoes and any mashed-up-like food.
.. He'd choose rice and lauk over fastfood any day. Phew!
.. He loves to eat by himself at restaurants, but not at home. He prefers to be fed by Mummy at home while he watches TV like the master of the house. An exception is when we sit down to have a meal together, which is usually on weekends. I agree we have to make more effort to have meals together on a daily basis.
.. He dislikes any pastas with any sauces, preferring his pastas plain and empty. Yep.. sauce-less pasta. He even refuses to have baked pasta nowadays. So when we have pasta, I usually cook a few ayamas cocktails and cut em up to pieces and he'd have that with plain pasta. Oh he loves aglio olio though, but doesn't fancy having it more than once a week. He can finish a huge plate of plain pasta with chopped cocktails.
.. His favourite foods are Asian food. Give him rice and either chicken/fish, and he's all set. His taste is soo Asian lah. His favourite veges are cucumber and coral lettuce. He loves carrots, cauliflowers, celery and such in his chicken soup, but doesn't really fancy them stir-fried. Loves french beans in his fried rice though. Well, you get the idea. He has clear preferences now.
.. His favourite lauk (dishes) are fried chicken, fishball soup (or any soup actually!) and roast chicken (or any non-spicy chicken dish actually!). All must be served with a big helping of rice.
.. Still crazy over fruits, although more picky about which fruit he wants to have. Current favourites are jackfruits, mangos, rambutans, watermelon and apples. Actually.. just give him any cold fruit from the fridge and he's happy lah. He loves cold fruits.
.. He's never really been a big milk-drinker, and is even less enthusiastic about milk now. He drinks about 150 ml milk in the evenings when he wakes from his nap, and another 150 ml about an hour before bed. That's about it. I try to make sure he gets calcium from other sources such as cheese, yoghurt, ice-creams and puddings.
.. He's crazy over lollypops, although we rarely let him have any. My sister doesn't control the amount of sugar her kids take, so Gibran gets very upset looking at them eating all the sweets that they want, while we limit what he can have. To each his own, right? I'm not about to let him have sweets on a daily basis because he gets hyper when he has sweets. I do allow him one or two bites of chocolates after he has his main meals, or even some ice-cream or desserts, but I don't let him having sugar in large amounts.
.. Not into noodles or western food like Pizzas and such. Give rice and he'd have a rocking time.
.. Forget the cookies and cakes. Give him savoury keropoks and kerepeks and crunchy biscuits anytime. He likes crunchy things.
Friends are telling me that I should be thankful that Gib's appetite is good, but can a Mum stop wishing? Preferring western dishes myself, I wish he'd be more adventurous with his food in the future. Then maybe we can try that mexican restaurant that I've been eyeing!
Bye Bye Diapers
Notice that I'm trying harder to update the good ol' blog? Yes sir yes sir, I am indeedy. I ain't got much free time at hand nowadays, but neglecting this blog is such a sad thing to do coz I've done a good job (cewah.. angkat bakul mannnn..) keeping this blog as future keepsake. So there.
But please please please.. forgive me if I don't reply to your comments promptly. I will, promise. So don't think that I'm not reading and appreciating them, coz I am! Truly!
Many thanks to everyone's kind words about Gib's infection. Tonight Gib woke H up to go to the bathroom and he didn't cry when he peed, so here's praying that the infection's clearing up.
Ah.. and that's another story.
Gib's been diaperless (during the day and for daytime naps) for quite a long time now. About 9 to 10 months, if I recall correctly..? Anyway, he's been requesting to go diaperless at night for months now, but I've been worried to let him do so because I'm really worried that he might dream of going to the loo or something and end up peeing in bed!
But with the UTI in the picture, we can't avoid it any longer.
The poor fella's been itching and crying in his sleep, so we took his diaper off since two nights ago. So now he's been diaperless for two nights.. and although it's been good (praise God!).. the downside is that he keeps waking us up to go pee. I don't know if it's because of the UTI, or maybe it's because he really does want to pee. Hmmm. Well whatever it is, I know I oughta be veryy thankful that he's not peeing on the bed. ALHAMDULILLAH!
So at 34 months old, Gib is now 100% diaperless, Alhamdulillah :)
Just give me a few weeks to get used to waking up to bring the kid to the loo...
But please please please.. forgive me if I don't reply to your comments promptly. I will, promise. So don't think that I'm not reading and appreciating them, coz I am! Truly!
Many thanks to everyone's kind words about Gib's infection. Tonight Gib woke H up to go to the bathroom and he didn't cry when he peed, so here's praying that the infection's clearing up.
Ah.. and that's another story.
Gib's been diaperless (during the day and for daytime naps) for quite a long time now. About 9 to 10 months, if I recall correctly..? Anyway, he's been requesting to go diaperless at night for months now, but I've been worried to let him do so because I'm really worried that he might dream of going to the loo or something and end up peeing in bed!
But with the UTI in the picture, we can't avoid it any longer.
The poor fella's been itching and crying in his sleep, so we took his diaper off since two nights ago. So now he's been diaperless for two nights.. and although it's been good (praise God!).. the downside is that he keeps waking us up to go pee. I don't know if it's because of the UTI, or maybe it's because he really does want to pee. Hmmm. Well whatever it is, I know I oughta be veryy thankful that he's not peeing on the bed. ALHAMDULILLAH!
So at 34 months old, Gib is now 100% diaperless, Alhamdulillah :)
Just give me a few weeks to get used to waking up to bring the kid to the loo...
