Childproof 101

It's head-cracking to think of ways to childproof your house when you have a little monster running around the corners of your house babbling jargons you don't understand, drifting his tiny legs through the hallway without even considering the sharp edges of the tables and cupboards.

The kid is almost 80cms tall now. He tend to hit the dinner table edges for countless times nowadays. My mother often terrified when looking at the glass tables and racks with sharp edges when she was babysitting Fahyim those days. She bought me this transparent table edges guard for precautionary measures once the baby can walk.

Of course the thing stucked there for a while until the time when my kid itchy hands pluck em off and hide it somewhere only he knows.

I was procrastinating to replace the edge guard until one fine day I came back from work to see a tiny bruise on his forehead similar to a "Bindi" of an Indian woman. So I went into the net hoping to find a nice,tough and not so easy to detach edge guard to be the first item in my "Childproof 101" project.

While I was browsing through the choices, which 90 percent of it looks identically like the ones that my mother bought, I came across this product which is glamorously named as Prince Lionheart Table Edge Guard with Four Corners which was positively reviewed. 

It comes with a 12 feet of impact absorbing foam and 4 cushiony corners that can be trimmed to desired length. Sticks to any surface with the provided double sided stick tape plus it is fire retardant, non toxic and latex free for those little rugrats who chews particularly everything within their eyesight.

This features though, comes with a fat MYR 109 price tag but fortunately for me, a friend of mine (Anep) was about to come back from the States. So I ask him to buy it for me and paid him MYR 50. Hehehehe..

Now the kid can bang his head on any sides of the table without triggering any heart stopping moment to the mother.

Without further ado, i present to you my "Childproof 101" flawless progetto !!

Sheek and stylish. Bahahahaha!

A Pleasant Indication

I remembered I was given various types of Piggy Banks or penny box or "Tabung" from my parents with the intention of developing my saving skills. There was this ridiculous hat wearing sitting elephant money box from Bank Simpanan Nasional and the other one was a sitting camel penny box from Arab Malaysian Bank. Whenever a coin is inserted into these containers, it will reward you with a standard monotone music like the ones from your secondary Kemahiran Hidup project. Everyday after school, I will put my remaining coins into those penny boxes. Well as a kid, my interest was just to hear the sound only.

I must admit that I am not a good saver. I have this temptation of digging back the coins that I've saved to buy some keropok Mi-Mi or Kek Hiro from the Bai Roti (Babu). Plus, the so called penny box was not that hard to break. The bottom part was made by plastic. A steel spoon will do the trick. 

My son has showed some descent saving skills since he was 8 months old. He learned how to insert coins in the money box first before he learned how to walk. Somebody bought him a Despicable Me minion penny box.

I can't recall who bought it for him. That thing was cute at first, there was this expected monotone sound device in it. Once triggered, the thing will shout " Heeeeyyyyyyyy, sexy laydehhh Ugh Ugh Ugh Oppa Gangnam Style". After 233 times later..

Interestingly enough, after mastering the skills of putting coins in a respectable place, the kid often seek for our recognition towards his gesture. Whenever he puts some coins into the penny box, he will glance at us and clap his hands. 

His persistence in skill mastering was so exceptional. He even improvises....Fahyim style.

14 days and counting...

Hat : Pumpkin Patch
Shirt : HNM
Pants : HNM
Shoes : Nike Kids Lunarglide 4
Cat : Fajaria Condo

Growing Up!

I don't know whether its the air quality nowadays or its just a plain trend for kids to fall sick presently. Fahyim was warded into Hospital due to heavy phlegm, blocked nose and even worse, difficulties to breath. I recalled I was a sick kid back then. I was born with asthma problem. My mother packed me with Ventolin all the time. It was in my pocket the whole day at school just in case if an attack comes. Two puffs and its all good. Hehehe.

So, when my son had this difficulty to breath that night, we decided to take him to see Dr. Eric. As usual, he'll make hell of scene whenever he sees that poor pediatrician. Unfortunate for that doctor as well because he has been marked as the bad guy in my kids eye. Hahaha..

Dr. Eric suggested for him to be warded. Its good when you have insurance covering the hospital expenses for the kid if he gets warded. For all of the future parents out there, better be ready as these kids are damn fragile. Fahyim was diagnosed with  Acute Bronchiolitis, a build up of mucus that accumulates in the lungs. His nose were runny and his constant coughs sounds like wrecked speakers.

Surprisingly, when I was registering for Fahyim's admission, I was told by the officer that single bedded wards has been fully booked. So we went for the double bedded unit instead only to found out that almost 90 percent of the babies there was diagnosed with the same virus. Some are even worse than Fahyim's.

He was treated with the nebulizer and some saline drops to the nose. Of course he cried so hard that he became the most famous baby of level 4. Hahahaha.

A Shocking Loss

Finally, I have a bit spare time to write. It has been a while since my last post. This post I am about to jot is far away from the topic of child development. It is a story to be read by him once he got his alphabets right in the future.

This past week has been a depressed period of time for me and my family. I have lost an uncle who is very dear to my heart. He was a kind hearted, an affable and charismatic person to anybody who knows him.

On Friday the 7th of February at approximately 2.00 a.m , as I was about to lay my head on the pillow, my cellphone rang. I said to myself, a phone that rings at these hours will only mean one thing. Emergency..

My mom delivered a news that Ayah Halim has just passed away. I was caught by a complete surprise. Suddenly all the memories I had with that great man flashes in my mind. Multiples of them came at the same time, I suddenly recalled those times in Golden Straits Villas in Port Dickson where my family and his family spends the school holidays when we were kids. I was so close to his eldest son back then. We used to spend quality times in Starhill Golf Club where all of the cousins happily dipped in the swimming pool until all of our faces turn African. Remembering all this nearly brought me to tears, I was trying hard to hold it back before waking up my wife.

We drove back to Bangi that very hour and saw the body has already covered up. There was my cousins mourning in tears. He was 56 years old. Same age as my father. A best friend to him as well. He was buried by his son just before Friday Prayers. In Islam, if a person passes away on a Friday, he is therefore blessed. The arrangement towards his burial was soundly smooth. It was a good death. Syukur Alhamdulillah.

The last time we experience death in our extended family was way back in 1997 when my grandfather passed away.

It has been a sad moment for our family. This loss has shifted the way some people think and act especially his children.

This has make me think of how The Creator can take your life away from you without you having any clue whatsoever. In our temporary life, we must strive to fully equip ourselves with "Iman" so that whenever death comes for you, you are ready.

I hereby extend my deepest condolences to my beloved cousins Amir Hamzah, Alif Hafiz, Syarah Aqilah and Ammar Haidhar and especially to their beloved Ibu. 

Al-Fatihah.

What Would You Do? (the malas post)

How would you react when your son continuously throwing lemons in an eatery? You pick the lemons up and put it back in the container. How would you feel when once the lemons put back, he throws another one on the floor? You pick it up and put it back in the container. That's what you do.

hmmm..I wonder..if...I...

And what if he sometimes decides to do a little sketching on your reading materials? You say nevermind..It's only in the front page..

But.. what about the time when he licks off your trading phone until the speakers all distorted? You say, don't bother..its only a 99 ringgit flip phone..

              

 

Because at the end of the day..you noticed he is more or less..YOU..hahaha

Extreme Learning Curve Month 17

Last month we brought Fahyim to his monthly checkup in Pantai Hospital. This time it is for his last Pneumococal Vaccine injection. I opt for all the extra vaccines offered by his pediatrician Dr. Eric Lee Kim Hor  just because I care for my sons well being. This next checkup on the 24th of January is for his SARS vaccine. Praise to God for Fahyim seldom gets chronic illness. 

Normally, a visit to the hospital will put the kid to his whining mode. "Uwekk" here "Uwekk" there. But last month he was so happy that he ran like a headless chicken through the hallway. He always has this urge of wildness when he sees ample spaces to explore. I remember that day he visited all of the bench in the hallway and drums on each and single one of it while giggling. He then repeated that gesture for a couple of times and started licking the arm rests. Haha!

Taking a picture of him is like rocket science nowadays

Off I go!!

I have a strong believe that one day, this kid will be so passionate in the sports of football. He will join me to watch Saturday and Sunday night football on the tele. Whenever the interval sound of a Barclays Premier League airing on the tele, he will instantly wake up and stood in front of the screen. He stands so close to the screen till we have to pull him back. The frequency of the sound impresses him so much he didn't even listen when we call his name. He even bites the edge of the TV cupboard till the paint gone off. What a kid!

He got no interest with porridges nowadays. Be it chicken porridge, beef porridge, vege porridge or even salmon porridge. He digs french fries now! He eats it non stop and sometimes being greedy as well. He will shove it all at one go in his mouth and keep on coming back for more.

It is normal for a kid of his age to show signs of rebel every now and then. Most babies will whine and cry if their wants not fulfilled. But my kid portrays a different method. He bangs his head on the floor and on the wall. No kidding. If you're unlucky, he will deliver you a nice headbutt on the face. The advantage of having a strong skull since he was born comes into use. I hope he doesn't practice that at school later on. Ha ha ha..

Everything seems to go his way since the first time he fell from the bed few months ago. This time, he was smacked with the "First Natural Bleed" caused by his carelessness. He was holding the remote control, making hell of a mess to the house as usual when suddenly he decides to do a turn. His right leg tripped my wife's leg. Control was lost, balance gone hay-wired and "Splattt!!" down he went, face first.  He screamed helplessly, tears falling down his eyes and blood flowing down his nose.  I know it was an agonizing one because there was a long pause between his painful facial expression to his enormous cry. His nose and upper lips hit the floor and the worse part is, the remote control that he was holding was in between of the floor and his face. Journey on becoming a man my boy. Deal with it. Haha!

 

The Damage

 

Only He Who Knows

I have now encountered series of events which comprises missing merchandises, sentimental valued items and a few electronics connecting cables since I got a little running man in my house. Having said that, approximately 3 weeks ago, I lost one of my beloved Playstation 3 CD ( yes I dont have a PS4 yet )*. This particular CD is my FIFA 12 ( yes I dont have FIFA 13 although its 2014 already) *.

I have been playing this game every night without fail to eased out the tense of a quite high paced culture I have at work. It calms me, if I were to put it into a layman's language. Well, it is gone! I don't know where. I've been searching everywhere from narrow corners of the tv cupboard to the tight gaps of the sofa. Still I couldn't find it. The CD was nicely kept INSIDE the PS3, I have never changed to any other game this past year. To make it more interesting, everytime I got back from work, the PS3 was already switched on and heated like somebody has been playing it for few hours. It can't be my maid. If she plays, I will never face a "Player 2" problem since I got married.

Inferencing that I might have misplaced my CD, I have no other choice then to play the Gran Turismo which I am not quite fond of. The very next day, similar thing happened, I got back and saw the PS3 was switched on, and the CD was gone. I curiously asked the maid and she told me that she didn't have a clue on how to turn it off. And then I ask her, who turned it on then? She replied maybe Fahyim did. While I was turning off the PS3, I accidentally glanced to a shiny object stuck on the edge of the drawer. It was the Gran Turismo CD. I subconsciously formed a hypothesis proving that this affairs was done by none other than...

Meeeeeeeeeee!!!

The first incident took place a few months back. One of my rings gone absent. To add some Ajinomoto to that plot, it turns out to be my Wedding Ring. Hahahahaha. But I was not too clutched about it because I was 100 percent sure that I placed it on the coffee table by our shoe rack the night before. If its gone, it must be in the house. So me, my wife and the maid went for a quest to search for the missing ring of Lord Sauron in the house which we failed obviously. It went on for 2 weeks. Nobody got a clue, we tried backtracking memory, strategic thinking, 6 thinking hats, thinking in the toilet and so many other ways we can imagine but it all comes to a dead end.

 My wife became all sad about the loss until one fine night my maid went to look inside my bag and discovered the ring together with a bunch of Lego bricks and some soft toys peacefully stuffed into a section. That solves the mystery of the missing ring and the culprit is none other than the undisputed Mr Muhammad Fahyim Syakir..

And now we are left with  the next puzzle, "Where is the FIFA 12" ?? Only he knows where..

The undisputed champion of the world.

* Hint to Nik Nurul Diyanah.. hehehehe