Pumpkin Season!

What else would we do in Fall and during Halloween season but go check out the pumpkin farms right?? 
OMG! We had such an awesome day!
First, it is always much more fun when you go with friends! We arranged to go with some friends. Fern and Stanley introduced us to a family with 3 lil kids and our kids get along real well. So we all, including auntie Fern and uncle Stanley, came along for a Saturday morning with pumpkins. So the boys really had a lot of fun running around together.
It’s funny that initially Irfan felt conflicted about his new friends. He told me he couldn’t play with these new friends because he already had his cousin Mik as a friend. He was afraid of betraying their frienship I think- everyone say awwwww….I explained to him that Mik wouldn’t mind if he made some new friends…Right Mik???

We had some options to choose from and we chose Krolls Farm, a small family owned farm about 40 mins from where we live. It’s known more for being a more traditional farm with a simpler fall festival. There are a lot of more commercialized farms with more activity, but you know *ka ching* everything needs $$$.

I was given the responsibility of where we would go and I decided that given this is my kid’s first experience at a pumpkin farm, that I should definitely not raise the bar too high. If we went to a flashy farm with bouncy castle, rides, etc. then they”ll expect ALL pumpkin farms to be like that right? So decided for cheaper option. Which really ended up to be a wonderful experience!

There was a small petting zoo, enough to get the boys excited but not too big that they go totally nuts! We also went on a tractor ride (not too expensive) and the tractor was driven by Mr Randy Kroll, the owner of the farm. He was quite amazing, telling us fun facts about pumpkins and gourds and he was funny and entertaining. It was nice to get driven around by the owner of the farm.

Did I mention it was a beautiful day? We were very lucky. The boys already miss the pumpkin farm, and we may go back this season just for fun. =)

Perth in 10 days with 8 adults, 3 kids and 1 uber cute little baby- Our Road Trip!

Way too many things happening…too little time to Blog. I was reminded today by the hubs, that it’s exactly been a month since our trip to Perth. So, I guess, it’s a perfect time to reminisce about our lovely road-trip…

Our Road Trip Itinerary.

After 4 days in Perth, we headed down South…all the way down to Albany before shooting back up to Perth.

We started down South and stopped at Mandurah, which is a surreal little town, with houses and their very own Marina. We had great sun for a bit, and then it rained the rest of the day. Our stop at Bunbury had to be cancelled because of the heavy rain. Instead, we stocked up on snacks and drove on till our stop at Busselton. Checked in, had fish and chips, settled in and had an early night!

Oooh….the twins did end up jumping up and down on our bed after dinner and vomited ALL over our bed. Aussie service staff are amazing when it comes to these things. They were so nice about it. In Singapore, if one of my boys vomit, there’s usually a very silent but noticeable,  ‘SIIIGGGHHHH’ or ‘EEEERRRKKK’ followed by some evil looks thrown our way. So I was so pleasantly surprised. It was the same on another occasion when Ipin threw up at a supermarket. People around were so nice, called for the staff to clean up, and they were so nice about it. I felt soooooo loved!



The next morning, there was a little bit of rain and then gorgeous sunshine. While the rest of the family lumbered out of bed, I braved my little heart, and took the three handsome little boys out to the beach. Direct access to the beach, was after all why I chose to stay at the Bayview Geographe Resort.

I think my mum was quite worried that I’d end up losing at least one. What with, my little Ipin, loving to just run off into the wilderness not worrying that he’d lose us forever!

I did tell them though, that they had to stick near me, because the SHARKS were out there and at anytime one, would jump out of the sea and bite their legs off. Yes…I am that sort of mother. I will resort to lies and threats if need be.

They were surprisingly well-behaved.
Maybe it was because they were just adjusting to the cold cold winds!
It was a beautiful beach and a lovely morning!

We did not at any one time take the good weather for granted.
Just in the horizon, rain clouds loomed sending us warning of the coming showers! 

I rushed the boys back after we mucked around for a bit. We needed to get the whole house out an about before the rain stopped us from enjoying the Busselton Geographe area.
The highlight of the area was definitely Busselton Jetty. It’s the longest jetty in the Southern Hemisphere, going out as far as 2km out into the sea. It had recently been reopened after a fire had destroyed parts of the jetty.
The boys loved taking the little tram-train on the jetty. We were all glad we decided to take the little train, as it started to rain and the wind made it very very cold. 
Upin refusing to pose for the camera. He turned away on purpose!
Our lil family, all bundled up nice and warm!
It was a beautiful day, despite the intermittent rain!


After frolicking by the Jetty, we drove South towards Dunsborough to check out the Cape Naturaliste lighthouse. The drive was so beautiful as it was a meandering road along fields lush full of wild-flowers.

When we got there, we bought tickets, listened intently to instructions on how to get to the light-house. And proceeded to get lost.

We ended up instead walking on one of the hiking trails which led to a whale-watching spot.
The walk was lovely, although futile- as we realised we were walking further and further away from the lighthouse. But the wonderful thing was that the boys fell asleep as we walked!

Hubs checking out the view as we walked the WRONG way to the lighthouse.

We finally found our way to the lighthouse.

Ipin was still asleep, so only 2 handsome guys here. It’s funny. They look cold!

My brother and our uber culte lil baby- just chilling. What we enjoyed doing most while we were in Perth!

It was a really successful day. Besides the lighthouse, we managed to head to the Margaret River Chocolate Factory for some indulgence. Best part about it was that my boys were asleep. So we left them snoozing in the car with my father, while hubs and I went in bought chocs and enjoyed some hot chocolate…without the boys!

I mean, I do love my boys….but it’s nice when they’re quietly asleep too! Okay, it’s more than nice, it’s FABULOUS when they’re fast asleep! hehehe…

Oh my, I really am missing Perth….Stay tune for the next installment. It’s when the kids go wild at Willy Wonky’s Windmill Farm!

Perth in 10 days with 8 adults, 3 kids and 1 uber cute little baby- Irfan and his little pig

Obviously, a trip to Perth is never complete without a trip to the weekend markets in Fremantle, or Freyo, as the locals call it.

Boys in the rain-cover, cos the wind was seriously chilly!

I was absolutely excited about our trip to Freyo on Sunday because Jess was going to spend the day with us. Jess- is a fellow Marymount-aineer. We met on my first day at Marymount Secondary School. She sat next to me and we hit it off at once.

Along with 2 others, we formed the US4 clique in school. Lol…we were seriously cool. I went to my very very first musical ever with Jess. It was to watch Cats at Kallang Theatre. We seriously went cuckoo over the musical, memorising songs, learning the dance steps, watching ‘Cats’ documentaries over and over again. We tried several stunts from the musical, to the extent that once, she broke her mom’s glass wardrobe doors because she was trying to do a flip!

Jess and I, celebrating 21 years of friendship over the best coffee I had during my entire stay in Perth!

So, I was obviously excited to spend some time with her. Did I have foolish thoughts that we would break into a rendition of ‘A heart full of love’ from Les Mis? No. Sonia, may have entertained me. Jess, would have just rolled her eyes at me and laughed! She was much more mature that way!

What wasn’t so exciting was the crying that was happening during our car rides. By that morning, on the way to Freyo, I had come to the conclusion that no matter what, there will always be one twin screaming and yelling his head off in the car. That morning, it was Irfan. He didn’t want to follow us, preferring to stay at home to watch cartoons. So he cried all the way from Canningvale to Freyo. All 30 mins of the drive!

Luckily for us, the crying stopped when we arrived. And we got to enjoy our day in Freo, in the wonderful glorious Sun!

Stuff I adored about our day in Freo!

1. The Food! 

There were these tiny little cupcakes that the boys went nuts over. And they were just the perfect size for the boys too! Ihsan gave much grief to the cupcake lady, when he pointed to the cupcake he wanted from the display window, and insisted that he was given the one he was pointing at. She had to shuffle cupcakes away, just to get the one that he was pointing at, which obviously was the one right by the glass!

Thrilled with their cupcakes. Ihsan had picked a chocolate one with little colourful balls of sugar and Irfan chose a banana cupcake!Thrilled with their cupcakes. Ihsan had picked a chocolate one with little colourful balls of sugar and Irfan chose a banana cupcake!

These Gozlemes were really very very good!
Hubs thrilled about some Acai thing he got which was apparently super cheap compared to the stuff he gets at Evolve Gym here in SG.

Churros from Chocolateria San Churros…..YumZ!

2. The Lawn

The lawn, which is just outside the food part of the markets was an awesome little spot. We sat ourselves in the sun and enjoyed the snacks from the markets. It was great to just watch people stream in and out of the markets. It was a nice spot to relax AND also be part of the vibe!
3. More chilling at the Park
We caught up with the rest of the party and spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out at the Park. There was a huge playarea that kept the kids occupied, while I got major catch-up time with Jess and the uber cute little baby.

The boys also got all excited when a balloon sculptor appeared. He sculpted animal balloons for the kids. Ihsan asked for a tiger. So that’s his little orange tiger and it’s tail. And Irfan asked for a pig.

Yes, a pig. Irfan had just started watching episodes of Peppa Pig on Australian TV and was just absolutely besotted with her. I, too, thinks that she is a most delightful little piglet. Such wonderful manners and most impeccable diction.

You know, Muslims and pigs? I didn’t really mind. And my mom jokingly asked him,”Weren’t there any other animals?” To which I responded, “Pigs are God’s creation too.”

And that’s how Irfan found a little piglet to accompany him throughout the rest of our trip in Perth!

The trip would have been perfect, if not for Ihsan crying the whole way back from Freo to the house. But we were getting quite used to that already. =)

Perth in 10 day with 8 adults, 3 kids and 1 uber cute lil’ baby- sleepy Roos and stoned Koalas!

I don’t ever count Day 1 of a trip, Day 1. It’s Day 0. Only because it sometimes takes the entire day to settle into the accommodation and settle rental cars, etc. You hardly get to see or do anything on the first day, hence I count it as Day 0.
And Day 0, was true to its form, a day of nothing but settling admin stuff. First, the car rental company took quite a long while. The cars were there, but the babyseats were not. And we NEEDED babyseats!
Then, we had some trouble checking into The Castle at Canningvale, a 4-storey house suitable for 8 adults, 3 kids and an uber cute little baby. The key that was left for us, was faulty and the landlady was 3 hours away! Luckily for us, mum’s cousin was just a 10 min drive away, so we headed there for our late lunch and waited for the landlady to sort the key situation out.
We then learnt that it had been raining in Perth- cats and dogs. Apparently, there had been little/no rain all Winter, and the rain had come this early Spring. Shucks! We checked out the weather forecast which basically said, Rain, Rain, Sun, Rain, Rain, Rain, Some Rain, Some Sun….you get the picture. Groan!
So, we decided to keep our fingers crossed.
Our general plan for the trip was: 3 days in and about Perth, 6 days around the Southern part of Western Australia and 1 final day in Perth before flying back.
And TOP on the agenda was Caversham Wildlife Park and Kangaroos! 
We woke up to……RAIN! Just as the weather forecast had predicted. But that didn’t stop us, we packed ourselves into the cars and drove 40mins North from where we were, to head to Kangaroo land!
And…blessed were we that when we arrived, we were greeted with sunshine! Even the Kangaroos were lazing about enjoying the sun!

I thought the boys would be scared. But boy, was I wrong! They basically pounced on the kangaroos.

My nephew Mik showing off the little pellets we fed the Kangaroos.
I had to run after the twins who tried to feed both kangaroos awake and kangaroos asleep!
Obviously, Caversham Wildlife Park had much more to offer than just Kangaroos. But the Kangaroos, were by far, the most popular animals at the park. I was thrilled my kids loved it, and it was nice to be able to get so up close and personal with the Roos. 
But, I’m not sure if it was because we were there in the morning, or because the sun was up, that the Kangaroos just looked really sleepy and lethargic. I guess, if you’re being poked awake by 2-yr old  boys, and then have food shoved up your face everyday, you’d get pretty lazy! 
The Little Birdies, Lizards, Snakes and Possums at the Wombat and Friends show were awesome!
My family and I visited Perth when I was in Primary school, and while I don’t remember any kangaroos, I definitely remembered meeting a Wombat for the very first time. But I remembered that the wombat was cute and cuddly. Here at Caversham, I wouldn’t describe their biggest Wombat star as cute and cuddly. In fact, I’m still trying to get to grips with what I think about BOB. But, we still posed for a pic anyways!
It’s our little family and a not so little Wombat named Bob!

The boys were really brave and tried to stroke every animal that could be stroked!  I was on freak out mode most of the time, as the keepers would give strict instructions about where they can touch the animals, and where they shouldn’t. I wasn’t as much worried about the boys as I was about the animals, but the boys surprised me. Most of the time, they were listening to instructions. When they weren’t, I just used my deathly grip to control their little hands!

It’s a possum of some sorts! And you can ONLY stroke it’s tail! Look how my hubs is holding on to a very very Exited little Upin!

The little petting zoos were great, cos the boys got to run around and basically be boys! And what trip would be complete, without a visit to Australia’s Koalas! Our boys really love animals, so they were absolutely tripping over themselves running to see Koalas. Although, you know, I’m not sure they had ever heard about a Koala before we were at Caversham.

Anyway, these little Koalas look really cute! If i hadn’t seen it move a little, i’d have thought it was just Koala dolls on display- they were like sooooo stoned!

Daddy with Upin, and a Koala that looks like she’s sulking! Maybe it’s an introverted little Koal! hahahah!

We spent half a day at Caversham. And the rains stayed away, enough for us to even let the kids have an hour at a playground on the Wildlife park grounds.

Spot the 3 kids and the uber cute little baby! Can you guess how many of the adults are back there too? Count the pairs of legs to find out!

3 happy kids and 1 happy uber cute little baby = 8 happy adults!

So it was a great Day 1. Although, it was partially ruined by a rain-soaked cold evening at Fremantle. The Fish and Chips couldn’t make up for the rain, wind and uncooperative little boys who fought over crayons all night long. I’m going to pretend the evening didn’t happen!

Instead, I’m going to remember the day ending with these 4 lil chickadees and their happy faces!

Stay tuned for the next installment of 10 days in Perth, with 8 adults, 3 kids and an uber cute lil baby. It’s a rainy day at the Aquarium, but all is better when the sun visits in Freo!

A sneak peek…

Happy (belated) Birthday Ewan!

My brother turned a year older a couple of days ago. Truth be told, that I was so wrapped up with my own life that I didn’t realise until the eve of his birthday, that the 15th of January had come around already.
He did an interesting thing, he sent the family watsapp group a picture of a Hamilton watch he was wearing. It was a watch we had given him 10 years ago on his 21st birthday. He hadn’t worn it in years because the strap had disintegrated or broken or something along those lines. For whatever reason he got it fixed this year and was thrilled that the watch was still in great condition. 
I remember that day we bought the watch. I don’t remember where he was. Perhaps in NS, but it was a weekend morning, my parents had brought us to have breakfast in Little India and we had gone to Mustafa to pick a watch. We chose the Hamilton. I knew he would love it. And he did.
I realised I remember a lot of things, that maybe he doesn’t know or maybe he’s forgotten. This year, growing increasingly sentimental, he had asked for gifts that can last. Something he can treasure in years to come. So I’ve decided to share with him some my memories of him. 
Most of my earliest memories of him are kinda muddled with photos and stories that my parents had shared with us. Like him insisting on wearing my underwear, when he was 2 and I was 5. We had watched it on the video, so i am unclear now whether it was my very own memory or one that I had just adopted as my own.
But some that I remember are my very very own.

Memory #1
I remember climbing onto mattresses with billowing, cloudy pink mosquito nets hanging above them, at my grandparent’s kampung house at Jalan Eunos. We slept there when my parents were overseas in Europe. I remember missing my parents but I never felt alone. Ewan was there. And I had to take care of him. I remember he’d cry for my mum. Grandma and I would try and cheer him up by distracting him or telling him that mum and dad would be home soon. It always upset me when he cried because  all the postcards my parents sent reminded me in one way or the other that I had to watch over him and take care of my little brother. 
Memory #2
I remember how proud and protective I felt when Ewan first went to primary school. He would sit at the front of the bus and I would watch from behind to make sure that none of the boys were bullying him. Once, I had to engage in a battle with an older boy from his school so that my brother could have the window, where he sat on the bus, be open. You know, it either could slide to one side or the other. When you fought over the window, you fought to keep it pushed open by each party pushing from either sides. It helped that I was quite big sized and certainly very very fierce. Noone would mess with my little brother when i was around!
Memory #3
I remember when I was, maybe in primary 2 or 3 and we were spending afternoons at my grandmother’s flat in Tampines. There was, well there still is the same, Indian Mamak shop which sold titbits, groceries and other things at the void-deck. Ewan and I would always look longingly at the toys on display. He always wanted an army set, which had a plastic grenade among other things. I’m not proud of what I did. But I did it. I knew my grandfather kept crisp two dollar notes, probably left over notes from Hari Raya, in the pants he slung over a chair in his room. One day, I decided to pick those pockets. I counted exactly the number of notes I needed. Five two dollar notes. Enough to buy my brother the toy-set he wanted and a little pink jewellery play set for me. I really shouldn’t have bothered to get him anything. Oblivious to the crime I had commit, he played with his newly acquired toys openly. It only ended up exposing my crime. 
I remember many things about that incident- how difficult it was to confess to my late grandfather that I had stolen his money, how disappointed my mother looked when she realised I had stolen money, how embarassing it was to face my aunts and uncles who instantly learnt about the incident from my very indiscrete grandmother. But I also remember how my little brother’s face lit up when I lifted that plastic packet of army toys off the hanging rack, handed $4.50 to the mamak and then put the toy in his hands. 
Memory #4
I remember, when he was in NS, specifically when he was doing his BMT in Tekong and wasn’t back home for a long long stretch of time, I would sit on his bed after returning from uni classes. I would be wishing he was back home because there was something I had to tell him, and only him. 
I also remember driving from our home in Upper Thomson to SAFTI MI or was it MINDEF to send him home-cooked food for iftar during fasting month. It was always a crazy rush, cos mum wouldn’t cook the food too early, in case it got cold, and I’d have to rush back to make it back before the azan would indicate it was time to break fast. I never ever felt that it was a chore. That drive meant the my little brother had something from home to keep him going and it meant I had a chance to see him, even if it was for that 1 minute as I pass him the tupperware before I sped back home.
Memory #5
I remember some years ago when a guy I was seeing had done something quite shitty and basically broke it off with me, my brother asked me, “Do you want me to beat him up? Or at least scratch his car”. I was so touched by the offer but turned it down. I also remembered thinking, “When did the little scrawny boy who needed my protection in the school bus, become this tall Mat who had his sister’s back?”
Memory #6
This was very recent so he’d remember this. When I learnt I was pregnant, the 2nd time around, I was in an utter state of panic. It wasn’t planned, just the day before I was using a 3M spray and my colleague had said,’Remember not to use this spray when you’re pregnant ok. It’s really not good for the baby.’ I was also afraid that I’d have a repeat of my first pregnancy- a non viable one. The first person I called was my brother. I burst into tears and asked if he’d bring me to see my gynae, but made him promise not to tell anyone about it, except maybe my sis-in-law. When he agreed, I called my gynae to make an appt and then i called my husband. Ewan was probably sleep deprived as he had a 2-3 week newborn baby then. But still he came, picked me up, drove me to the hospital, sat with me, talked just enough that he didn’t pry too much but still managed to cheer me up all at once. No words can explain how important his presence was to me that day.
All great memories? Obviously he’s driven me crazy and, truth be told, I have, more than once, taken deep breaths visualising myself bashing his head into the wall, especially when we have our epic arguments, cos we both have the same we-are-never-wrong attitude! He will never forget about how he used to drive me crazy when we were little when he refused to help me, especially when we were walking home from my grandma’s. But those instances were very few and far, in between. 
We were and still continue to be very close. He’s grown to be an amazing person. It’s an indescribable feeling, watching this scrawny little thing you used to guard over, grow up to be a wonderful husband, a doting and fun-loving father and a dutiful son.
So bro…Happy Birthday! May we always cherish the memories of our childhood together and may our children grow up to be as close as we were. Here’s to many many more memories to come. I look forward to spending our old age, looking back at them and laughing, wondering how quickly those years had sped by and being thankful that we always had and will always have each other!
With much love, your kakak!

2s company but 3s a crowd…NOT!

Our year end break with our boys was extra special this year because we spent extra time with our lil cuzzin Mik. We came across extra tickets for the SSO Baby Prom, which was awesome by the way, and decided to bring Mik along! We also made a trip to the zoo together!
While it’s awesome to have a twin to hang out with all day, it’s EXTRA awesome when you have a cousin just a year older to join in the fun.
It’s really cute how these three are turning out to be such awesome buddies. Mik comes to my mom’s every Thursday and Friday, and he never fails to ask for the twins. I think he sometimes struggle with waiting for the clock to show it’s 4.30pm, which is when my mom will bring him along to pick the twins up from childcare! Mom says he asks, non-stop, for the twins. =)

And they’ve grown soooo much too. I couldn’t help but look through the photo album to pick out pics of the 3 of them together. I found these adorable ones!

We went through an adorable phase of trying to dress them in matching onesies! 

It’s also always more fun doing stuff together. Makes it more worth our while to go through the labourious work of pumping up the rubber pool and filling it with water!

Sometimes I look at them, and they remind me of the triplets on the movie Brave! They’ve got a book out, by the way. It’s a real simple book with that awesome illustration that was basically the movie.  It focuses more on the triplets this time. Not literary genius, but a nice follow through from the movie if you and your kid have watched it.

I really prefer a newly published book this year- ‘What Brothers do best!’ There’s also a sister’s version which is super cute, with pairs of different animal brothers and sisters. It’s a simple book with beautiful illustrations. And it has that calming sibling effect compared to Brave’s ‘Oh Brother’, which seems to just suggest mayhem aplenty. I really don’t need anymore mayhem in my life!

Check out the book. Don’t think its in our bookshops yet, since it’s so new though. =)

The Babat’s Pool Party

A Very Important Thank You Speech

The Babat‘s Pool Party was only made possible because of you Seetee who gifted your son’s big beautiful rubber blow up pool to the twins.

Thanks must also go to my sister Ais and helper who used 2 pathetic bicycle pumps to blow up the pool, although I must take some credit as I did blow up part of the pool with nothing but my strong set of lungs. Let it be known, that if there’s one thing I am good at it is the art of blowing  (the pool full of air).

Without these people, the twins and cousin Mik would never have quite experienced the joy of swimming in their grandparents own front yard.

I would also never have learnt that my nephew Mik quenches his thirst during water play by simply drinking water from the pool. Very efficient young lad, but perhaps not quite the solution to your thirst.

Mik trying to drink from the gayong

On that note, I thank the people above again for helping contribute to my nephew drinking water from a small pool in our front yard, rather than from a public pool which would be filled with millions of germs from eecky sweaty Singaporeans who probably also pee in the pool.

I also thank my brother and sis (on 2 separate occasions) for climbing into the pool with me so that both twins could have a dip (as daddy was at work, daddy- we have to plan these party’s for when you are home).

And finally, on behalf of my brother as well, I would like to thank all the people above who had made it possible for my brother and I to enjoy afternoons of water play without having to share the sight of our glorious babats (means tripe in the english language, but commonly used in the Malay language to refer to…yess…FATS) with the general public!

Our first Eid celebrations

This was our first Eid celebrations as a family.

I’ve never really enjoyed the holiday. I love the fasting month bit but I don’t care very much for the hari raya celebrations itself. I don’t understand why we must go visiting, especially the kind of visiting when you visit Ms X at her house today, and then the very next day she comes and visits our house. Because you HAVE to visit the house. Nevermind that we’ve already spent time reconnecting. I don’t quite get it.

But i do go along, because. I am a non-conformist and not a rebel. Ok I’m a non-conformist… sometimes.

Argh! I just don’t see the point in arguing with the family members who do cherish and value this visit, revisit part of eid celebrations. And I don’t wish to be the black sheep of the family. So i go when I’m in the mood.

Well. This year Eid was not just tiring, it was bloody stressful I tell you. On Day 1, we have 6 houses to visit beginning from 10.30am in the morning. Coordinating naps, solids feeding, milk feeds, nappy changes, etc almost killed me. Yes- i do take these things seriously, and a lot of thought goes into the planning for the day. And you know me, I stress out about absolutely EVERY freaking thing!

But we survived! And the boys behaved themselves for the day, and of course were absolutely over-tired, high-strung and wonky by the end of the night. We couldn’t get back in time for their 6.45pm bedtime, so by 8pm they were bouncing off the walls.

No sleep for me that night, and then they both fell ill.

Luckily, visiting with babies this year means we get the eid ‘hongbaos’. They came in handy for the pediatrician bill that came up to a ringing $212 for the both of them!!

Another 11 months to the next one…. aiyar…did i mention, it’s a 1 month celebration! 3 more weeks to go….sigh…

turning 32: a dedication to my mother and those I love, and who love me.

i thought the day i turned 32 was as good as any other day to resume blogging…

The family celebrated my birthday yesterday. Over post-sahur chat with my mum, I said, ” I can’t imagine celebrating the twins 32nd birthday.” This morning, when she kissed and hugged me and wished me happy birthday, ” She whispered…32 years ago, today….” and left it at that.

Mum and me (boy, does Ipin look like me here or what?)

Now, a new mother myself (it’s only been 6 months and 10 days in counting) I’ve only just begun to appreciate the depths of a mother’s love and sacrifice. Not only did she carry for 9 months and 1 week (this morning my father reminded me that I was a week overdue), she cared for me through all my childhood, bared with my teenage tantrums and after 31 years, she’s still as much a mother to me as she was on the day I was born. I cannot imagine life without my mother’s love and support. I am only who I am today because of my mother. I can only hope that at 32, the twins will look back and appreciate me half as much as I appreciate my mother (No point giving myself impossible standards to attain!).

Last year, I was in no mood to celebrate my birthday. I was suffering from first trimester blues and nauseas all the time, and I was sickened with fear that my pregnancy would end as quickly as the first one.  I remember telling the family, that all I wanted was gifts in the form of prayers, to pray that my pregnancy would be healthy, and that I’d be able to carry the babies to term. Our prayers were answered and my 31st birthday gift  arrived on 05 Feb 2011.

This year, I am truly in the mood to celebrate. After all, what more can a 32 year old wish for other than a loving family (supportive husband included) complete with a pair of amazing twin-bubs.

Ipin and Upin real names revealed!

Thank you all for your birthday wishes! This year is going to be amazing, I can feel it in my bones… =)

How quickly they grow (part deux)!

I posted a pic of the gang of 3, a mere 2 months or so ago…
Look how they have grown! 
Yes, its getting closer and closer to the time they will terrorise us ALL!

Just a point of clarification, the cheeky looking one on the very left in red is not my son.
I love him as much as I love the twins, yes.
But of my womb he did not pop out of!
BTW…happy belated 1st birthday MIK!