i decided to create an extended version of mirza’s party after receiving additional footage from the father

more than 2 minutes of extra materials!

Mirza’s First Birthday Party (Extended Version) from izadnhana on Vimeo.

the daddy’s been messing around with his camera again and we’re always his ready models ha ha.

everytime he insists on carrying his little sister, he’ll start laughing and screaming in excitement into the poor girl’s ear.

but he really adores her. and me, of course. hehe.

and with the daddy’s new toy, we’re making him his ready actor too. :p

“let’s count again!”

ps: she turns three months today!

nice or not, our latest diaper cake?

KIDDING! (how in heck could we make something like that out of diapers??)

damn, i should’ve eaten more of it at the party. i think the pheromones released from that one slice of chocolate cake is still lingering in my system.

anyway, *this* is our real diaper cake, for a baby shower. the second in our series of ‘Got Milk?’ theme.

featuring Hotsling

did i tell you i think i’m a milkaholic? i crave for at least two full mugs of cold HL milk everyday even though the baby’s born and i shouldn’t have anymore cravings. so i suppose auni’s having HL-infused milk (and also honey red tea with pearl, my other pregnancy vice which looks like it’s here to stay). as it says on the HL carton, “Made with Fresh Milk”. which i can’t really figure out, coz if milk isn’t made with fresh milk, what IS it made of? stale milk?

which i stink of, most of the time. stale milk, that is. it smells like… cheese. which is what cheese is made of anyway, right?

and speaking of milk, i finally did it.

i aimed, i squeezed, i conquered. (and i laughed - at myself for looking so silly, and at the clueless baby who ended up with milk sprayed all over her face, trying to lick herself.) now let’s see if baby’s teary eye will be less watery.

ps: and it’s decided! land of many cows, here we come… altogether now, “mooo!”

we were invited to mirza’s 1st year birthday party where the theme was sesame street.

we could see that aniq really enjoyed himself. he kept running and jumping and eating and drinking. although not in that particular order

anyway, since I’ve got the videoman bug, i managed to produce yet another video clip. created specially for mirza and his parents, enjoy!

Mirza’s First Birthday Celebrations from shutterwerkz on Vimeo.

well, not really the movie lah!

but since I got a camcorder AND macbook pro with imovie software, why not create a short clip on what we guys do on every tuesday night.

Footsie FC, The Movie from shutterwerkz on Vimeo.

special thanks to farah and lenny for helping me record the session!

my mum just told me she’s definitely going to perth in august to visit our relative.

which means, she won’t be around to:

a) cook for us
b) entertain aniq in the day
c) ‘guard’ our often-wandering helper
d) call me everyday to update on things i sometimes half-listen to (goings-on in the family, shopping escapades with her also-retired friends, aniq’s latest mischiefs, etc.)

that’s two weeks of no mum. *whine* how am i going to survive??

sooo, i would like you to help me.

no, not cook for me. or babysit aniq in the day. or keep watch over our helper. or call me everyday to gossip (actually, i don’t mind this so much, just make sure it’s juicy and scandalous).

can you help me sway, cajole, coax, persuade, wheedle, plead, beg my BELOVED husband izad (who loves to stay home, grr) to bring ALL of us with her?

and by all of us, i mean me, aniq & auni. no, no, not you.

the wanderlust bug is making me itch so.

ayu, let’s go shopping for ribbons!

his first attempt at modelling for calvin klein.

the rule is to look serious, like mark wahlberg. while holding a, erm, weapon in one hand. very macho.

ok, so those aren’t calvin kleins. (on aniq, that is. on marky mark, they’re the real mccoy, all right. not that i’d know, though. too much distraction to see actual label on those tighty-whities… ouh.)

it was on a whim that i picked out a pair of bright bots’ training pants and shoved it to his daddy. not to try on, but to ask for his opinion. we wanted a bright red one (!!), coz we planned to tell him they’re part of Superman’s costume. but they didn’t have red in his size, which we guessed was M (though now we know they’re a little tighty-err…bluey, so we’ll get a size L for the next few ones).

he got all excited when we told him we bought him Superman underwear, and he ripped open the plastic bag, just like Superman would if told he’s got a new pair of undies.

“unnerwear!!”

he’d had a brief (pardon the pun) experience wearing dadam’s smaller underwear some time back, which was short-lived as he’d forgotten he was wearing it while playing, and headed to the toilet a micro-second too late. pee had seeped onto the rug in his room.

these bright bots ones are brilliant and i don’t know whyyyy i never thought of getting them earlier, like super-duh. they look and feel like briefs, but have a waterproof thingy in between the layers of cloth on the crotch. like a waterproof bib for the willy ha ha.

anyway, his eyes immediately lit up at the thought of becoming superman, and he said,

“aniq nak encing!”

because, of course, superman must potty first before becoming superman, as stated in the Golden Handbook of Becoming Superman. he promptly proceeded to the toilet to take off his pants, place his potty seat on the toilet bowl, and climbed over it to do the wee-wee.

“bye bye encing!”

that’s him bidding farewell to the liquid deposit as i flushed.

he grabbed his new “unnerwear” and put it on, the way i taught him to - sit down, one leg in, then the other leg, stand up, pull up “unnerwear”, cover beberd (”wait beberd fly!”), and cover “ontot”.

i wonder why little willies are called birdies. must be coined by a coy mother in the olden days to ensure their boys covered up their bits and not let it, err, stray. plus, it’s cuter than calling it “wormie” and less menacing than “snakey”. i think.

aaanyway (why do i always get distracted?), he spotted daddy wearing the SAME coloured underwear (oops, is that too much info?).

“daddy unnerwear same! daddy superman?”. afterwhich he started leaping around the house like superman’s apprentice.

and right on time, the tv played one of those superheroes cartoons and we ALL got excited pointing out how ALL of them wore “unnerwear”! yes, wonderwoman is just like mummy! look at mummy’s “unnerwear”! (admittedly, i was wearing pink, but whaddahell, right?)

“mimmy can fly?”

erm. maybe if i changed into a corset. and eat steroids. otherwise, i’ll probably look more like this:

yes, with the pizza. which incidentally we had for dinner while watching cartoons last night. (i really want to talk about Tom & Jerry, the dynamics of.)

speaking of wonderwoman, doncha think her logo says W&F??

the invisible wonderwoman. with not so wonderboobs. she needs a wonderbra.

oh, and we made a mistake of unleashing those superundies at night coz after his second pee in the toilet, it was time for bed, and he super-refused to wear anything other than his new “unnerwear”.

so he ended up wearing that AND his pull-up diaper over it. (i’m SO not ready to wake him up in the middle of the night to remind him to pee! :p)

wonder how superman does his pee-pee with his unnerwear outside his tights… (i can imagine izad coming up with some theory about how there’s probably a side slit, like boxers. hmm, which brings us to the question, how big IS superman?… ok, what did i say about always getting distracted??)

ps: message to norsita - i got your email, so sorry i’m taking so long to reply! will do so soon.