Second
We had Alya’s birthday on the 17th. Watching her sleep now, it’s amazing how far away she seems from the tiny bundle swimming in the pink SJMC swaddling cloth. I mean, 2 years ago she was a 2.14kg baby girl who managed to avoid the incubator after arriving about a month early. She was only as long as K’s forearm, a hairy lil thing whose limbs were frequently trembling.
The same little girl can now converse pretty well (but with pelat of course), runs around while giggling and saying “Lajuuuu!!” and demands your complete attention. She’s freaked out by injuries (scrapes, blisters, blood) and suka kacau daun when her parents cuddle in front of the TV (“Abah tak leh pegang Mummy, cem cem, ak alu*”. Translation : Shame shame, tak malu) I had a huge laugh over it while K looked a bit incredulous.
I spent Friday night clearing the living & dining area of the numerous piles of stuff that seems to have popped up, chucking everything I can fit into the back room. Then Saturday was spent cleaning up the inside & shopping for the lasagna ingredients. The kids woke us up at 6am Sunday morning. Getting up was no easy task. K cleaned up his car stuff outside while I managed the kids and other lil bits of cleaning. Not an easy task as the kids were practically climbing up the grille to go outside. At one point, Alya (in diapers, don’t ask) was wailing to go outside and her brother (still in his sleepsuit) decided to ‘harmonize’. K & me were tiredly looking at them then at each other, before he commented “Inilah nasib kita”. That got us laughing loud enough to stun the wailing duo. Indeed it was.
I bathed them, stuck in a bottle each and watched them slowly fall asleep. Put my head down next to Dan-dan. Next thing I knew, K woke me up saying my in-laws were here. Sure enough, they were standing in front of the grille smiling away. We had been caught sleeping on the job. It seems they had given salam at the gate and seeing it was unlocked, let themselves in. Only to find us 4 beranak pretty much passed out in front of the TV as nobody stirred when they gave salam 3 times..!
K’s mum had come early to make nasi lemak. Both grandmothers were worried there wouldn’t be enough food for 30 hungry guests at lunchtime. So the original menu of beef & chicken lasagna, KFC and cake expanded to include nasi lemak, fried rice, bihun Singapura, kuih apam and fruits. K had ordered a number 2 cake since we couldn’t get it for Alya last year. A spread that saw about ¾ of the food polished off. Alhamdulillah, grandmas to the rescue.
The birthday girl was excited seeing her Abah bring in the big cake box that she tailed him giggling and saying “Ala nak nengok”. I took off the lid to let her have a quick look at her aquarium-themed cake. Mistake. She wouldn’t let anyone cover it up and kept insisting “Ala nak jilat..!” When everyone was singing the birthday song, she got all bashful and even tried to hide her face. She wouldn’t let me cut the cake, yelling “Nanak, nanak” everytime the knife touched the cake. K had to take her aside before I could cut it up and serve it to the horde..
The same little girl can now converse pretty well (but with pelat of course), runs around while giggling and saying “Lajuuuu!!” and demands your complete attention. She’s freaked out by injuries (scrapes, blisters, blood) and suka kacau daun when her parents cuddle in front of the TV (“Abah tak leh pegang Mummy, cem cem, ak alu*”. Translation : Shame shame, tak malu) I had a huge laugh over it while K looked a bit incredulous.
I spent Friday night clearing the living & dining area of the numerous piles of stuff that seems to have popped up, chucking everything I can fit into the back room. Then Saturday was spent cleaning up the inside & shopping for the lasagna ingredients. The kids woke us up at 6am Sunday morning. Getting up was no easy task. K cleaned up his car stuff outside while I managed the kids and other lil bits of cleaning. Not an easy task as the kids were practically climbing up the grille to go outside. At one point, Alya (in diapers, don’t ask) was wailing to go outside and her brother (still in his sleepsuit) decided to ‘harmonize’. K & me were tiredly looking at them then at each other, before he commented “Inilah nasib kita”. That got us laughing loud enough to stun the wailing duo. Indeed it was.
I bathed them, stuck in a bottle each and watched them slowly fall asleep. Put my head down next to Dan-dan. Next thing I knew, K woke me up saying my in-laws were here. Sure enough, they were standing in front of the grille smiling away. We had been caught sleeping on the job. It seems they had given salam at the gate and seeing it was unlocked, let themselves in. Only to find us 4 beranak pretty much passed out in front of the TV as nobody stirred when they gave salam 3 times..!
K’s mum had come early to make nasi lemak. Both grandmothers were worried there wouldn’t be enough food for 30 hungry guests at lunchtime. So the original menu of beef & chicken lasagna, KFC and cake expanded to include nasi lemak, fried rice, bihun Singapura, kuih apam and fruits. K had ordered a number 2 cake since we couldn’t get it for Alya last year. A spread that saw about ¾ of the food polished off. Alhamdulillah, grandmas to the rescue.
The birthday girl was excited seeing her Abah bring in the big cake box that she tailed him giggling and saying “Ala nak nengok”. I took off the lid to let her have a quick look at her aquarium-themed cake. Mistake. She wouldn’t let anyone cover it up and kept insisting “Ala nak jilat..!” When everyone was singing the birthday song, she got all bashful and even tried to hide her face. She wouldn’t let me cut the cake, yelling “Nanak, nanak” everytime the knife touched the cake. K had to take her aside before I could cut it up and serve it to the horde..
The birthday girl insisting on sampling the goods
She got a lovely pair of sandals which she promptly wanted to wear – declaring them to be ‘atik!!’, a toy xylophone from my sister which was hijacked and fully ‘serviced’ by Dan-dan (thanks a lot, bingit umah aku), some stuffed animals, cookies which I have stashed away for safekeeping (read: Mummy’s snacking session) and many many angpows to help fatten up her savings.
I don’t think I can do this again in May for Dan-dan’s 1st. Both grandmas suggested a party at McD.. How?
Why am I in a Hawaiian shirt and holding this noisy thing? I feel like a posterboy for a luau band
The huge mosquito bite was from 2 days before the party..
The birthday girl.. 1 year on
posted by petal @ 5:38 AM
5 Comments:
Happy 2nd Birthday "Ala!" :-)
I remember when u first emailed me her newborn pix, with her head full of dark, dark hair all wrapped in a pink bundle...and look at the little lady now! I sooo love her curls.. and Dandan's eyes are exactly like his sister's in that pic :-)
Nice aquarium themed cake..where'd u order it dear?
mdr > gawd, i really miss ur blog la woman! all those pics of cutie aqila..
the cake was from a bakery called berry's here in subang.. it was an american choc under that sea of blue and quite yummy.. cost a bomb though, abt rm160 for a 3kg cake..
k has put his foot down & sed no more custom cakes but we may do another one for adan in may (in the interest of fairness)
'ala' is so gorgeous! even with the mighty red bump. what a perfect shot that last pic is
ouh, we had our fair share of madness when i held my 2 y o's party a few mths ago, so i know what you're talking abt.
whatever it is, happy belated birthday sweet alya!
seems just like yesterday i was reading your entry on her first birthday!
happy belated birthday alya!! sorry this came so late!
auntie sara can really take nice pix eh? muahahahaha
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