Khalish, now.
Presenting the meaningful moments in Khalish's life, throughout those nine months sans his story here, according to the mommy:
He has been clearly calling Kamal 'daddy' since he first spoke. 'Mommy' never came until I was away for a six-day East Coast tour, during which I decided to leave Khalish in my parents' care because the tour required speed. The great news only reached me the day I made my way back to Rembau. Yet, he had been asking for 'ami' since the first day I was not in sight. Imagine my happiness when he woke up as soon as I entered his room past midnight, and immediately hugged me, all the while calling me "ami, ami, ami!" I actually cried. The next day, he surprised everybody further with a clear 'mommy'. How he has kept the best for last.
Indeed, his first word, which was 'eyes' somehow, repeated throughout the journey back to Kelantan one Ramadhan day, came before his first steps. In fact, he has been stringing words to form simple sentences since he was one. The first simple sentence being "nak shake."
His first steps? Precisely stable at one year and two months old. Others thought he was already walking then judging from his skills with the stairs. Rather late, but I perfectly understand that each child's development is unique.
Carefree Kamal and I are as parents, but we do wish for Khalish to have more interest in books. We make time for personal reading, and either of us, as well as the maid, has been reading to him on daily basis. However, he himself has yet to pick books that we have laid on the low cabinet for easy access. We are thinking of setting up a mini library downstairs instead of storing the books upstairs at the moment. Just like Azhan and Rose do at their place. Let us see his reaction towards a rack of children encyclopedias that Kamal and I will set up this weekend.
Nevertheless, we are aware that, yes, each child's interest, like their development, is unique. Alphabets might not be Khalish's forte, but he could count one to ten since he was one year and three months old. Since then, we discovered that he was into toys related to spatial abilities and mechanical skills. It commenced with the milk bottles that he picked from his diaper bag that surprisingly kept him still during one-hour long Aidilfitri khutbah. Afterwards, he started to pay more attention to a stacking puzzle, which caught the mommy's interest way before Khalish was born, followed by Zoob Junior, which caught the daddy's interest first. Then, the boy got hooked to Duplo. Now, the Duplo set travels with Khalish practically everywhere.
Aside from his obsession with the three aforementioned toys, he has found new pursuit in anything scribblish, using crayons et drawing pad and doodle board. The crayons, were of toxic-free and washable Crayola brand. A great investment since the boy experimented with them a lot, with his mouth and any surface within his reach, including the wall. Thus a new project for me: crayon-friendly corner on a stretch of wall in Khalish's day nursery downstairs. The doodle board was my impulsive buy, at a remote one-stop shop, in an attempt to keep Khalish occupied during a Maghrib congregational prayer, if he ever got tired of the same old Duplo. Cheap, but also a great investment, at least, at that time. Too cheap to last longer though.
Other toys, in his imaginative world, are remote controls, ladles, keys, food containers, the parents' accessories, and actually, every single thing in the kitchen. All the activities would involve Mr. Garfield, Aunty Suzie and Uncle Fadzil's present, or Mr. Cow, my friend from university days. If I playfully asked him, "siapa yang selerakkan kabinet dapur Mommy?", he would playfully replied, "Garfield and Cow buat." How convenient. I did not let him go, of course. Not until he had lent me a hand with the mess. The maid had taught him similar lesson. His role was to pass the items to us.
Khalish has actually been a true domesticated Cancer, which I fervently hope will be a lasting trait. I once wrote about him cooking a storm with the miniature kitchen utensils belonging to the best cook among his uncles, Pak Su. And how he enjoyed folding the laundered clothes with the maid. Afterwards, when the maid was on a three-week break in Indonesia for her daughter's wedding, Kamal and I discovered that Khalish was really, really domesticated. He has been seen diligently sweeping the floor, dusting the cabinets, vacuuming the carpets, watering the plants, making the bed, scrubbing the bathroom floor, and we wish that the list was longer. Heh. In a toys list I have just created for him for fun: wooden toy kitchen and housekeeping toys. Boys need to know to be neat, too, and I am not proud of the fact that I was disorganised during schooling days.
While we are at the topic, his favourite food is chocolate cereal taken with soy milk with brown sugar for breakfast. brown rice, fish, broccoli, and carrot combo still tops the list for lunch and dinner. Yogurt and apple for morning and evening tea breaks, as well as a mini tumbler of Herbalife Formula 1 shake that he requested every time Kamal and I had it for breakfast. Recent favourites have been Putu Bambu and unsweetened dark chocolate, that happen to be my favourites, too. Oh, when it comes to food, he loves what I love indeed. During pregnancy, I would ask for Lepat Pisang from my mother each time I went back to Rembau. Her Lepat Pisang is special because it contains minimal tepung beras and minimal brown sugar. Of all things, I have inadvertently bequeathed my love for my mother's Lepat pisang to Khalish. "Wan Imah, nak epat icang!" Which reads "Wan Asmah, nak lepat pisang!"
All in all, Kamal and I are simply thankful that Khalish has always liked vegetables and fruits. He also found medicine, if there was a need to consume any, pleasant. He loves water, too, preferring to drink from our Herbalife two-liter bottle with straw.
The food fuels the boy for innumerable physical activities. There are two fitness balls at home and one is treated like a soccer ball. Must be the influence from the bigger boys at the playground he frequents. He is definitely a parrot now. It was hilarious how he imitated the daddy executing push-ups and handstand. Or the mommy's front kicks. And us on the trampette. With Uncle Bern, it is always the split.
An additional fact: I regularly show Khalish photos of people around him. So far, he recognises them well. Uncle Bern and his wife, Mama Liz, being ones of the most recognisable.
An additional fact: I regularly show Khalish photos of people around him. So far, he recognises them well. Uncle Bern and his wife, Mama Liz, being ones of the most recognisable.
Khalish and sitting still is possible. Just ensure there is either one of the following: Duplo , doodle board or crayons with drawing pads, a particular book with number figures, headgears, or children songs. He also sits still when he listens to John Lennon's Imagine or The Beatles' I Wanna Hold Your Hand on YouTube. Playhouse Disney airing Mickey Mouse has similar effect. I used to fancy Mickey Mouse, too, singing M.i.c. k.e.y, M.o.u.s.e to Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake. So, it was not surprising that Khalish loves Mickey Mouse, up to the extent of wearing only Mickey Mouse pajamas every day, if possible. Oh, yes, he has realised the capability of authority. Thank God, the socks he chose to put on for bedtime always matched his respective pajamas.
Now, he also has a self-proclaimed authority over the shoe rack. It is clear to me why I did not donate the old sneakers. They are perfect for Khalish's imaginary world. Again, and even my parents agreed, I can't help from stating that he resembles me in many ways. With the exception of his obsession over numbers. That is Kamal's trait definitely.
Along the feel-good moments were heartbreaking ones. First being an accident on October 29, 2009, caused by the maid's failure to follow one simple instruction. Alhamdulillah, Kamal and I managed to stay calm about the whole situation, particularly about the maid, as she has been good with Khalish and us before, and more importantly, she is simply a good maid all in all. The scar on Khalish's chin has disappeared while the one on his chest is diminishing well, thanks to Herbalife daily soothing gel and a lot of concentrated vitamin E, with Mederma introduced a week ago. Second was an encounter with measles, when he was one year and six months old. A brief one though as he has had the immunisation. We enjoyed the view of him covered in calamine lotion, almost unbothered by the supposedly itchy redness. That kept him in the house for a good three weeks nonetheless.
There. Nine months worth of posts on Khalish, Khalish, Khalish. Last, but not least, the definitive photos of yes, Khalish, Khalish, Khalish:































