That was how old Huzaifah turned yesterday, alhamdulillah.
My boy had a taste of the first picnic by the seaside on Sunday when my parents and hubby took him to PD. Hubby reported that our son loved playing in the sea, but somehow seem scared of the pool. Mak said it was probably because the pool seemed deeper. Anyway, I hope Huzaifah will grow to enjoy water because I intend to teach him how to swim from a young age. Both hubby and I cannot swim, so we don't want our baby missing on one of the essential skills in life (apart from being able to drive and use a weapon. I know I still need a lot of practise before I can be a good shooter, but at least I know how to use a gun or an M16)
He was already asleep when hubby called me last night, which was rather disappointing because I'd been calling all evening, missing him and wanted to take a look at him. I don't get to see him everyday, but it seems obvious that my boy is resembling his father more and more with each passing day - but everybody tells me that he got his big expressive eyes from me. (Yeah, I know they are not that big or expressive now - but that was how they used to be when I was Huzaifah's age - or so I'd been told.)
Alhamdulillah, he woke up at 10.00 p.m., so I got to see him after all. It's kind of funny playing peek-a-boo via the webcam, but somehow he always responds better when he can see me. If he just hear my voice on the headphone (we used PC-to-PC call), he normally seems stunned, sometimes furrowing his brow as if it really puzzled him. If he sees me, normally he will smile and make happy babbling sound too as I play peek-a-boo with him and talk to him.
Mak said that he insisted on being held even more now. Mak suspects it's probably because rolling around and ceiling watching - his main activities everytime he's put down - could be dull after a while. He's also good at picking up hints when someone is going out. Everytime he sees either Mak, Ayah or hubby wearing nice clothes before they go out, he would raise his arms, almost begging to be picked up. He now has preference too over who he wants to pick him up, but has yet to show any sign of separation anxiety with those he's familiar with. I really hope that he won't develop that until later on, when he's with me here in Japan. When the time comes for Huzaifah to be able to show anxiety and upset at the prospect of being separated from someone, I hope that someone would be either me or hubby. It's heartbreaking enough to think that I've only been spending time together with him for about a month out of his five...
Still, he makes me happy. It makes me happy just to think about him and his antics, and happier everytime I get to see him. Not as happy as being with him of course, but I try to make the most of what little I have now.
If I don't, then I might run a serious risk of letting go of my sanity.
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