Mouth Is For

...eating. ariff had his first meal at home on sunday. his teacher gave him his first food at the daycare (i was a bit upset as i wanted to be the first to feed him). someone kept opening his mouth thinking i was going to feed him instead of ariff.

















...screaming. that's what we do now. there's no more "amir, please stop..." or "asyraf, no..." warnings. now its just "amirrrrrrrr..." and "asyrafffff..." at the top of our lungs. i must really thank everyone who say the boys are cute and all that. but beneath the 'cute" facade lies three little terrors (yes, ariff can have his screaming days too). three terrors who jump on the bed, climb the sofa, throw water at each other, kick and scream, pull shirts, hit heads, throw toys out of the windows, eat everywhere.


















...talking. we thought asyraf was 'the quiet one'. but how wrong we were! he hasnt said his first word yet (dada comes close) but he can babble away like his abang long. i cant wait to hear him talk and to see whether he has the same sing-songy tune like amir. amir comes up with the funniest words to explain his feelings, like "air turun dekat purut amir dah" when he has quenched his thirst, "amir malu" when the light shines in his eyes (silau lah tu), "air pudas" to every carbonated drink, "amir sakit purut nanti" when he's full.

but despite all the screaming and the panadols we've shoved down our throats, we still want more babies and we still want only boys.