Conversations with Son
Son: "When I am 18 and can drive my own car, I think I can start calling my uncles by their name."
Me: "Really? How come?"
Son: "Because we all same size and I will be as tall as them. So I will call them Zain, Umar, Issa, Ali, Ali, Dol and David. All of them no need Ami or Uncle anymore."
Me: "How about Uncle Tomato? What are you going to call him? Just Tomato?"
Son: "No mama. I will call him Azreal. Like the cat in Smurfs!" *he laughed at his own joke*
Me: "Ok.. *rolled my eyes* How about your Habib? Are you going to call your Habib just Abdul Rahman?"
Son: "Of course not. His name is Abdul Marhan. You dont know ah?"
Me: *pengsan*
Monday, May 30, 2011
My own Erykah Bedouin
What Mama is cooking today :)
Indonesian Culinary - Beef - Indonesian Oxtail Soup - Sop Buntut Recipe
Awesome and easy peasy. Best served with kicap cili padi and slices of lemon.
Awesome and easy peasy. Best served with kicap cili padi and slices of lemon.
Dont press the fast-forward button please!!!
The little girl was cradling her toy doll. She was trying to put the doll to sleep by patting it and rocking the doll gently. I was observing her from a distance.
Little girl stood up, walked towards me and passed the doll to me.
"Nah!" she said.
I took the doll and started to pat it. Little girl grinned and pointed her small stubby fingers at me and said "Nenek!" O_0
Ok what do you do when your 17months old baby girl passes you her doll and calls you grandmother?
The little girl was cradling her toy doll. She was trying to put the doll to sleep by patting it and rocking the doll gently. I was observing her from a distance.
Little girl stood up, walked towards me and passed the doll to me.
"Nah!" she said.
I took the doll and started to pat it. Little girl grinned and pointed her small stubby fingers at me and said "Nenek!" O_0
Ok what do you do when your 17months old baby girl passes you her doll and calls you grandmother?
Cerekarama
I was down with horrible stomach flu on Sunday night. I was in so much pain that I was writhing in pain and letting out soft sobs and rolling on the floor. My whole body started to ache and I tried to vomit out the contents in my stomach just so to find a relief of some sort. In the end, it became worse because I got a terrible heartburn from too much bile secretion and I couldnt even lie down to sleep and had to sleep sitting up the whole night.
In the morning, I was feeling slightly better, Alhamdullilah. My son came to me, started to stroke my hair and patted my stomach and whispered, "Mama, dont die. I dont want Baba to marry again. I dont want a stairs-mother."
Stairs-mother?! I started to laugh out loud! "Step-mother you mean, Abdullah?"
In his defensive self he replied, "Steps, stairs.. same right?"
I asked him why he would not want a step-mother and he said he saw on tv how the step-mother beats the children and do not love them. I corrected him by giving an example that his Baba and uncles were raised by Jidda, who is their step-mother and Jidda loves the boys very much.
"Well.. Jidda is married to Habib, right? So she cant be my step-mother.." and he flashed me his impish smile.
Ok, no more drama cerekarama for you, son! This is what happens when you watch too many malay soap drama with the grandma!
I was down with horrible stomach flu on Sunday night. I was in so much pain that I was writhing in pain and letting out soft sobs and rolling on the floor. My whole body started to ache and I tried to vomit out the contents in my stomach just so to find a relief of some sort. In the end, it became worse because I got a terrible heartburn from too much bile secretion and I couldnt even lie down to sleep and had to sleep sitting up the whole night.
In the morning, I was feeling slightly better, Alhamdullilah. My son came to me, started to stroke my hair and patted my stomach and whispered, "Mama, dont die. I dont want Baba to marry again. I dont want a stairs-mother."
Stairs-mother?! I started to laugh out loud! "Step-mother you mean, Abdullah?"
In his defensive self he replied, "Steps, stairs.. same right?"
I asked him why he would not want a step-mother and he said he saw on tv how the step-mother beats the children and do not love them. I corrected him by giving an example that his Baba and uncles were raised by Jidda, who is their step-mother and Jidda loves the boys very much.
"Well.. Jidda is married to Habib, right? So she cant be my step-mother.." and he flashed me his impish smile.
Ok, no more drama cerekarama for you, son! This is what happens when you watch too many malay soap drama with the grandma!