This blog is dedicated to my grandchildren, present and future. This is a family blog. Anyway I would be very much happier to share the contents with everyone who by chance visits the site. Of course I would appreciate comments, I mean the constructive comments, from everybody in whatever manner they choose to express within the boundary of mutual respects. Thank you
This is Yousef Imran my first grandson. This photo was taken when he was 9 months. Now he is 1 plus already. You look at this handsome boy, he always smiles and keeps on smiling to show his dimples. What a cute boy. Good boy. Look at his eyes. How about it? Guess , a Malay, Korean or Chinese blood? Got it? No I don't think you will ever be able to guess it correctly if Yousef is mixing around with Chinese or Korean boys. He is a Malay boy. Both parents, ummi and ayah are Malays.
He was born on the 26 July 2010 at Pantai Hospital in Pandan Jaya, Kuala Lumpur.
Both of his parents are working. They are engineers working in different locations. So what happen to Yousef. Who takes care of him while ummi and ayah away, so far away that hands can not reach, that eyes can not meet and that cries never sweet.
Every working days in the morning, Yousef wake up at 6 am . Ummi has prepared everything for Yousef-nappy, biscuit ,clothes and toys,-everything packed in a small bag. By 7.30 ummi drives Yousef to a house about 4 kilometres away . Yousef is now taken care of by a very caring and loving lady that money can not buy until 6 pm.
By 6.15pm ummi already fetched Yousef safe back home.
This is my second, Ahmad Naqib was born on the 23 March 2011 at Pantai Hospital in Melaka, the historic city of Malaysia. Look, he is so cute. Chubby? Depend on how you look at it. I for one, his grandpa will always love him no matter what people say. Now, Naqib already 7 months. He and parents live together with us, I mean , my wife and I. So Naqib is fortunate enough to have both of us to take care of while both parents at work. We love doing that so graciously. Every working days in the early morning at 6 mama would knock on our door carrying Naqib and put him on our bed for us to take turn looking after Naqib. Then not for long Naqib starts crying or give us some sorts of signals that the bed is no longer comforts him. He must be taken away out of the room. That's it
It is my rightfully duty to take him down the stairs putting him into a black stroller and start pushing along the interlocking pavement, just recently laid out in front of the house, from one end to the other. Guess how long it would last for Naqib to be 'patient' and cool. Yes, not more than ten minutes, he starts moving, or else crying, pleading to take him out of the stroller. Of course I am there ever willing to give my hands. Once he is in my arms no tears anymore. Stop crying. He is so happy , laughing and smiling . What a cute boy with dimples.
Naqib is breast-feeding . We also give him solid food that is porridge prepared by grandma. During feeding time approximately at 12 noon I have to do some sort of acting otherwise Naqib won't swallow the food. I raise my hands up and down, do mimicking and sing a few lines of my own creation. I do it continuously until everything done. We all wave our hands happily saying 'good boy , finish'. Then we take Naqib to have a bath. But sometime we do it in the morning at 9.
5.30 pm is the time for change of guard. Mama has arrived to take charge. But ayah is on the way back from Kuala Lumpur. Expected time of arrival is at 8.30 pm. Then they will be together-father, mother and son for the rest of the day.
Every working days in the morning, Yousef wake up at 6 am . Ummi has prepared everything for Yousef-nappy, biscuit ,clothes and toys,-everything packed in a small bag. By 7.30 ummi drives Yousef to a house about 4 kilometres away . Yousef is now taken care of by a very caring and loving lady that money can not buy until 6 pm.
By 6.15pm ummi already fetched Yousef safe back home.
It is my rightfully duty to take him down the stairs putting him into a black stroller and start pushing along the interlocking pavement, just recently laid out in front of the house, from one end to the other. Guess how long it would last for Naqib to be 'patient' and cool. Yes, not more than ten minutes, he starts moving, or else crying, pleading to take him out of the stroller. Of course I am there ever willing to give my hands. Once he is in my arms no tears anymore. Stop crying. He is so happy , laughing and smiling . What a cute boy with dimples.
Naqib is breast-feeding . We also give him solid food that is porridge prepared by grandma. During feeding time approximately at 12 noon I have to do some sort of acting otherwise Naqib won't swallow the food. I raise my hands up and down, do mimicking and sing a few lines of my own creation. I do it continuously until everything done. We all wave our hands happily saying 'good boy , finish'. Then we take Naqib to have a bath. But sometime we do it in the morning at 9.
5.30 pm is the time for change of guard. Mama has arrived to take charge. But ayah is on the way back from Kuala Lumpur. Expected time of arrival is at 8.30 pm. Then they will be together-father, mother and son for the rest of the day.
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