1st Hari Raya

I was in for a shock this morning. Suddenly, my house is sparkling clean. Everyone is chipping in to clean the house. New attractive decorative ornaments are being added to the once plain looking abode. Hummm, my guess is that some sort of festivities is going to commence soon. I wonder what's is called?

Mom even made me tried out this traditional Malay costume just to see if it fits. Unfortunately, minor adjustments are in order. Apparently the smallest size that my parents could find was one that was tailored for one year old. I'm only three months to the good. So you do the math and try to imagine how ridiculous I looked.

The next day we all woke up bright and early. It was the earliest bath I took since I was discharged from hospital. It was still gloomy and the sun was still rising; mom and dad had already left home with me.

We ended up at the nearby mosque where people were assembling for some ceremony. Dad left me with mom and went inside. I got bored of the whole thing and went to sleep. Mom look like she had other important stuff to do then to be bothered with looking after me, so it was all for the best of things.

When I woke up, we were already prepared to leave the mosque for home.

Break Fast @ Home

I've noticed something weird recently. Mom and dad seems to be on a very strict diet which requires them to only have one meal early in the morning and another one in the evening. Two meals a day. I was a bit worried for their health though. I did understand that they were struggling to make ends meet because of the recent increase in my ability to consume milk. Both mom and dad were still very happy during this time, so I wasn't too worried about them.

Interestingly enough, some of dad's friends came over for one of their evening meals. It was about ten of them who showed up. I was ecstatic. Not everyday do we have such chance to entertain guests. Well, I'll have to admit it. I really loved it when everyone got their attention at me. Makes me feel larger than life. I even get green packets! See how gleeful I am! >>>>>>

Everyone tried to get me to respond by initiating a conversation in some weird language, which sounds a bit retarded. I don't understand adults, they think that we don't understand them or something and start talking in some weird dialect which includes silly facial expressions. I couldn't communicate well enough to get them to shut up. They thought my constant respond to such trauma was a sign of appreciation. Ohh how wrong they were. :).

Eczema

"What are you guys staring at me for?" It's a bit weird by my parents couldn't stop looking at me with that concerning look that gives you the impression that's somethings wrong. "What's wrong?" The next thing I knew was that I was in for my second visit to the doctor. Not even a month's long stay and yet I've been in an out of the local neighbourhood baby clinic.

As I waited patiently for my turn, I've got to admit that It was another experience that I could not forget. With the other patients crying and yelling their young tonsils out. I decided to play it cool, hell it was not the first time I've been there anyways.

Eventually we got to see the doctor. She said that I had "Eczema". The minute I heard the doctor said that I turned to look at my dad's face, just to catch a glimpse of his stunned expression. Only after a short explanation from the doctor and the constant assurance from her that this is something common among babies that I managed to see my dad returned to his normal composed self.

I just hope I don't get to go to the clinic again. The queue is horrible and they made my parents apply all sorts of cream and lotion on me. It's not that I don't appreciate the effort for them in trying to get rid of my annoying rashes. It's just that the look on my dad's face after he has to foot the bill at the end of it all breaks my heart. ;)