Back again

Honestly, to re-blog after so long is not an easy thing to do.
There are so many things I've thought of sharing, but somehow I didn't know how.
I'm back at work now, so maybe being away from the children and back with more adult might help.
Better, I'm now in a new place in which I can blog, no longer in the office where not only Blogspot but even Gmail and Yahoo mail were blocked.

3 months of being a SAHM went by almost unnoticed. Okay, not exactly unnoticed. For one, I now am a firm believer that the best way to find energy to cope with three boisterous boys is to be  a SAHM. No kidding. And along the way, I've lost some weight too (some of which unfortunately had been regained once I started having a helper again about a month ago).

I've grown accustomed to having Haniyya looking for me first thing in the morning. My absence would cause him to wail "Ayah.... Abu....".  And Humaidi too would greet me with a still-heavy-lidded-almost-unopened-eyes-grin as he asked "Ibu, nak kopi". No, he's not asking for his morning coffee. By 'kopi', he's referring to chocolate flavored milk. When Huzaifah and Humaidi started showing their preference for chocolate flavored milk, rather than plain milk, they referred to the chocolate milk as 'kopi'. Probably to differentiate it from the white plain milk. Huzaifah now call it 'susu coklat', but Humaidi still call it 'kopi', despite my numerous attempts to correct it.

As for Huzaifah - he could simulatenously be a darling and a little devil. One of the tasks I enjoyed most was taking the laundry from the ampaian. I would ask Huzaifah to help me and he would insist on taking all the children-sized garments, "Yang besar, Ibu punya. Yang kecik, Ujai punya. Ibu jangan ambik yang Ujai punya, ok?"

Yet, at times he could really drive his father and me nuts by pulling a vanishing act in public area. We had to search for him all over Mines Shopping Mall in two separate occassions - both finding him at kiosk selling toys but in different parts of the mall. He watches "Lou and Lou: Safety Patrol" on Playhouse Disney, so I sternly reminded him from time to time that he has to be with an adult all the time when we go out as wandering by himself is a 'safety violation' (my brother Amirul said 'safety violation' is a big word for a kid, but thanks to Playhouse Disney, Huzaifah knows what it means). Unfortunately, Huzaifah sometimes is too fidgety to stay in a place for long. So I guess we still have a long way to go before he could be really disciplined on this. Any tips anybody?

Anyway, one of things that almost never fail to make me smile is how freely Huzaifah gives hugs and saying "I love you, Ibu". Be it for buying him the long-awaited Thomas the Tank Engine set, or taking him out for a play time at Critterland or simply preparing a toast spread with margarine and sugar.

The other day, when I returned home from work, after all the salam and excited greetings of "Ibu dah balik", I relaxed on the sofa. The boys almost immediately reached out for stuff I discarded on the table - Huzaifah put on the tudung, Haniyya the serkup, Humaidi the socks. Something tugged inside. I miss the boys at work - not feeding them at lunch, not having Huzaifah asking "Ibu tengok apa tu? Ujai nak Thomas/Oso/etc..." while I browse the Internet. I supposed seeing them putting on my stuff was visible proof that they missed me too.

Oh, but if there's one thing I don't mind about going back-to-the-office - is the chance to perform my Zohor and Asar solat in peace, without having anybody climbing on my back, or trying to get into my telekung, or pulling on my kain while I pray. Heh.