One size does not fit all

Rehan is outgrowing many of his newborn clothes. Sniff. He is growing so fast - he is now wearing 3-6 months and even 6-12 months clothes. Thanks to Hui Juin and Ain, who had bought bigger clothes (hee hee) for Rehan, the transition is smooth.

But as I pack away his old clothes, I feel a sense of loss. A loss of the crazy month just after his birth, seeing his first smile, hearing his first laugh. Some clothes I intend to redeploy to Nazir's brother's baby (seems such a waste otherwise), some to future babies (mine or my sister's). But there are some that I cannot bear to part with, even for Rehan's (possible) sibling. Like the little tops I bought him while he was still in me. Or the 'Milk' tees Adik bought him. They are very much his.

It seems ridiculous to be so sentimental about clothes. But there it is. Just as well I had not bought many - a lot were gifts from friends and family. Even then, in deciding who gets what, it is not reason but sentiment which guides me. Stuff from my side of the family and my close friends, I cannot bear to give to Rehan's cousin. Somehow, they seem to be (my) family heirloom.

It's a little bit funny...this feeling insideeeeeeeeeeee.......

Babies are not performing monkeys in booties

Although I try not to rant too much on this blog, today I am too annoyed and heartsore not to not rant. I am so tired of people thinking they have rights to my baby. People who are, really, transient to Rehan's life. The horror of social events, now, is the people who wish to carry the baby and treat him like a parcel in a game. All they want is the gratification of fondling a baby. While I do not mind people holding him in general (in small doses) - for he needs to learn to be around people - I object him being passed around when that can cause him to be sick. Unfortunately, Rehan has had bouts of puking following his going out. Once, he had puked so much that his fonatelle depressed. I try to limit my own going out and shopping because of that. My baby's welfare seems, to me at least, more important than making people happy.

I suppose, coming from a family who respects boundaries and other's feelings, it is a shock to realize that some people don't really care or respect others and hide that disrepect behind the facade of being sociable. The fact of the matter is I love seeing my baby loved - especially by those whom I love. But I also know those who love him wouldn't want him to come to harm. And that is what separates the selfish buggers and the generous spirited.

You are never too old or too young to learn

Rehan has started gurgling and laughing. This achievement was met with inordinate pride from everyone, except me - I had thought Rehan was three months old. It was a 'So, what?' for me. But, as it turns out, I was wrong about his age (as I usually am about age, in general). He's TWO months! Ha ha. So, now am v proud of what seems to be precociousness. Am not even sure whether that's normal or early (but will check that up) but will bask in reflected glory. Heh.

The internet has to be the best thing ever. Been checking stuff up viz. baby as and when it occurs. There is loads of stuff to learn still...am not done studying it seems. Heee...fun.

Up next, classical music. And how to upload homevids on blog. Any hints? Or Ain helpdesk?!

Brush your teeth whenever you can...

...cause sometimes you don't have the time even to pee.

Well, today's obviously not such a day. Am at my mum's for the weekend to allow everyone a chance to cuddles Rehan and to allow me a chance for rest. So tired. Oy!

Ok, calling the milk van...din din.

Mentel-est smile ever!

You have to take the shit with the giggles

We have finally moved to OUR house. Here's Rehan in the cot his Datuk Z bought.

For the second day in a row, my dearest boy shat on me and all over the place. Reasons unknown, his poo is runny and yellow in the day but not at night, making me clean-up crew and not his dad. (Great! He loves me that much, huh?)

The sheer enormity of cleaning up poo can make one weep.

And so, a graduate does a non-graduate's job. (p/s - is there a minimum edu requirement for a cleaner?)

Unfortunately, the same rule does not apply to grown-ups. In their case, the ones who are full of shit do not come with giggles. I do not see why those who have done nothing towards raising my child are the ones most inclined to telling me how to do it. But there it is. Argh...am growing up. Learning how to be coffee...or was it tea? Or me?

Politeness makes me refrain from telling them where to shove their 'advice' (read: criticism) and comments. Argh...am growing up. Learning restraint!