yes, yes, i've resorted to two-in-one posting again. it's starting to become a habit for me already, putting off until the next month. also starting to become a habit is not diligently taking your photos as often as intended to during the first year of your being. i've been too busy with work and my other work on the side that i have neglected your letters, and also this blog entirely. so i'm also taking time to source out random photos that people have taken of you using mobile phones so i can put them in your letter(s). and that takes time. yes, i'm full of excuses. oh hey, kinda like you.
you've started to become that kind of 'kuat menjawab' kid since you've started talking. oma blames me. i am that kind of person already who has opinions and answers about everything but when i was pregnant with you, i was worse. i'll always try to have the last say. normally not thinking before i speak. i just say it out. oh hey, kinda just like Oma. well, apples don't fall far from the tree i guess. we only learn from the best, right? can you imagine when the three of us have go at it, bickering and each trying to see who can have the last say? HUGE DRAMA!
saying that, it doesnt mean that i'll always give way to you every time we have arguments and disagreements. i want you to test the boundaries and explore your limits. but there's that - boundaries and limits. you have to know where they are before you start breaking them. i dont mind you being 'kuat menjawab' because i want you to exercise your thinking and opinions, speak your mind and stand up for what you believe in. i want you to creatively find logic and make sense of your own world. because i know, your world will be much different from mine and i know i cannot mould you to fit into mine. i can only help you find a better path, if not best, when you are lost and confused. i know you will know more that i can possibly know. i know you will be my teacher, as much as i am yours.
these past two months has been amazing. it's like every month beats last month's ass when it comes to you. you've grown so much, and with that, talked so much. you love jumping so much that every bed and mattress in the house has transformed into your personal trampoline. you also love to sing, and make up songs as you go along. you love dancing too but that, we have already established the moment you swayed your butt to the music when you began your cruising stage.
you love rough-housing with your dad. you love to attack daddy, running towards him to hug him dripping wet every time you get out of the shower, or after i'm done washing your butt. you'd even tell me not to dry you because you want to run to daddy after having your shower. he'll yell "Noooooo" every time he hears you running from the toilet to the room but secretly, i know he loves it and he looks forward towards those moments because he knows they are fleeting. i know he will miss it someday, and that's why he tolerates it because you won't forever be his baby girl.
you have so much pent up energy, as most 2 year olds do, that you go insane upon learning that you can actually run at shopping complexes and shopping aisles. you'd scream and run and sometimes both at the same time. and you love it when daddy runs after you. sometimes i think that maybe we had a boy? and then you totally threw that out of the window when you start to painting your face with crayon, pretending you're putting on makeup. and how you'd twirl and twirl until you get vertigo the moment we put you in a dress. how you love bubbles and all things pink. and how you tell me times and again that you want really long hair, just like Rapunzel.
have i mentioned about your obsession with disney princesses? maybe i have (a few times), i don't remember, but it deserves another mention for as long as it has not gone away. i will put up with your obsession with princesses because i know, these moments too, are fleeting. before i know it, you'll get all boy-crazy and you move on to some miniature pop prince someday. that will be the day that i will get all crazy protective mommy mode, because having been a pre-pubescent teenage girl before (i know, it's hard to believe), i know that obsession with Jon from New Kids on the Block is the prelude to being crazy about that boy from the school down the block. and during my time, we didn't even have facebook and blackberries and shit.
oh, please help me God.
but that's still a long way down the road. so for now, i'll just take this in, enjoying every bit of moment being with you; playing with you; reading to you; watching disney cartoons over and over and over .. and over again; trying to lock you between my monster legs so i can tame and tie your crazy curls; hugging you; waking up to you slapping my face; smelling your hair and neck; you hugging my leg as i am washing your butt. these are the beautiful moments that make me know, the best thing about this life, is you.
Ilochi.
Mamma.
oh by the way, this was the first ever face you ever drew. i only thought you once how to do it, and now you're a regular picasso.
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arwen dah kurus n tinggi! :))
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