UPSR holiday

I can't find a better name for it.  UPSR is an exam, but only for standard six students.  For other primary school pupils, it means additional holidays.  Along is one of them and I have to find a place for him to stay during the three holi-days.  Yesterday, he stayed at home.  Home Alone.  It was not the best option, especially safety wise, but he wanted it, so it was.  I only returned home in the afternoon to prepare for his lunch and mine too of course.  This morning, he wanted to go to the nursery with Achik.  I was fine with it because I did see a few other pupils who were also 'enjoying' their holidays there yesterday.  Angah will join the bandwagon after his kindergarten session ends at 12 and I can then pick them all up at one place this evening.  Nice.  Tomorrow is still a question mark.  Probably I will join him and take a holiday too :)

Salam Aidilfitri 1433H

Maaf zahir dan batin.  I do hope that the Ramadhan that had just passed by was the best Ramadhan for me.  Even if it was not, it was indeed a better Ramadhan than last year because Abah is around :)  I am no longer a lone ranger in handling the kids and the housechores.  So, I had more time to pray, recite the quran and et cetera.

This is the third aidilfitri that we celebrated as a family of five.  Photo shooting was more challenging this time with mischievous and boisterous and everything Achik.  She could only stay still for no more than a few seconds, especially with the headscarf on.  So, everything had to be done whithin such a short stint of time.

Syawal 1433H edition

The amateur photographer was a bit less ... this time, so the background makes a significant part of the photo.  Alhamdulillah, the kids' health, especially Achik, was marvellous during this festive season.  We did not have to make a visit to the clinic despite the abundance of cold drinks and carbonated drinks, rainy days ...  you name it.  Alhamdulillah.

Almost the end of the journey

As of today, there are 4 bottles of 5 oz each in the freezer.  That would be the last ones.  Our breastpumping journey has ended.  But direct breastfeeding still continues until Allah knows when :)  Basically, until it is no longer cute and adorable for Achik to cling to me.

Washed.  Ready to be kept for future use

Mischievous two!

This term was certainly not coined out of the blue.  As Achik turns two tomorrow, she has started to show some tantrums that make her look less cute, ha ha ha.  But still adorable nevertheless. 

• Never ever say no to whatever silly things that she wants to do and she will scream out loud immediately with tears all over.  When I said loud, I really meant it. 
• Don't ever try to hold her hand while walking especially in the shopping malls.  She will pull out her hand, trying break free or just sit down on the floor and refuses to walk.  Urgh...  To carry her all around the malls is just ... heavy. 

And more are on the way, I am sure.

On the verge of losing my milk!

Yesterday was the first working day of Ramadhan 1433H.  And guess what?  I did not pump.  And it was not until after Maghrib prayer that I breastfed Achik.  Actually, I planned to pump once home.  But I was busy in the kitchen until iftar time.  Though Achik arrived home at around 6.30 p.m. with abah and the 'bodyguards', she didn't ask for it until after Maghrib prayer.  Oh my God.  I think I am going to lose the milk sooner than I thought ...

All that's left in the freezer

We still have some 87 oz in the fridge.  Achik will turn 2 in 2 weeks time, Insya-Allah.  I think I can start happily ever after emptying the bottles without worrying about refilling them.  Alhamdulillah.  Thank you Allah for making it possible for us to go this far in our breastfeeding journey.