July 12, 2011. Khalish's third birthday!
The parents' first gift for him was our presence throughout the day. A surprise for Khalish who thought that he would attend school as usual.
Initially, it was only the mommy who planned to spend the whole day with the son, but, the daddy had a personal matter to manage that he decided to apply for an emergency leave. Kamal was free from the commitment by late afternoon, and, that resulted in a spontaneous trip to The Curve.
Early dinner at Paddington House of Pancakes:
The boy loved the aisle that connected the mall to the restaurants, and, the parents loved being there during office hours. Ample space for him to run around, loudly. Which was good, because, in the end, he was tired, and that meant a long break in the high chair.
No cake for Khalish that day as he will have a slice or two, or more, during a little birthday tea party with his maternal grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins in Rembau next week. He truly looks forward to the tea party because there will be candles to blow and song sung especially for him. Meanwhile, he was contented enough to have 'Chocolate Dream', a name he gave to all chocolate smoothies in the universe.
He also had a banana and cheese pancake. Savoury pancakes for Kamal and I. The food triggered an urge to cook again within me. Nothing fancy. Just fun menu.
While I entertained the kitchen goddess fantasy, Kamal kept Khalish occupied with games on iPhone and the latter's insistence to do every single thing on his own. When Khalish shifted his look from the pancake, Kamal quickly helped to cut it to small pieces.
We were happy about his declaration of independence, of course. More time for us to enjoy our food. There was even time for me, the so-called family photographer, to smile at the camera. Thank you for the photo, Kamal.
The rest of the evening was dedicated to Khalish. He happily ran into each shop that featured toys at the display window. At Mothercare, he stayed at the pretend kitchen for almost half an hour. He did run to the big boxes of toy garages with cars and trucks, but, Kamal and I had our eyes on another item as a birthday present. No, not that pink and beige scooter. We love it though. Yes, we have no issue with boys who love pink (or doll).
Eventually, what mattered most to Khalish were his obsessions - car and escalator. Ha!
Happy birthday, again, son. We pray that you always live a blessed, meaningful life.