Sports Day

My eldest just had his sports day last Saturday and this is the first ever sports day I have attended. I brought my daughter along to see her brother run his little obstacle course and she was so excited. She wanted to see his school for ages and will be joining her brother in that school soon (2012) so I thought it best to ensure that she likes the school. Anyway we were there by 8am and the kids were all lined up ready to go to the field.

The race Hazim ran was going around 2 hula hoops, running between a few cones and around one more hoop and then running all the way back. His team was yellow ( Kenari) house and they won first place. Watching all the little fellas run was so adorable.

After everything and we finished at 9.45am, the 3 of us went off to eat roti canai. It was a good day and I am so proud of my boy!

Getting ready to go to the field to run. All in sports tees and lined up with all his classmates.

The parents tents which I did not sit under because I wanted to be close to the course to cheer on my son.

Ready to run!!!

The Cheerleaders!!!!

Proud sister cheered him on!

Getting the medal (His team won 1st place!!!!! ) Hurray!!!!!!

Football

I got to watch my eldest, Hazim play football yesterday evening. He has been going for football practice only a few times and his dad usually brings him there. So on my day off I told myself to make the effort to be there to see him play. There were many kids on the field from probably the age of 4 to teenagers around 15-18. All being trained at different levels. My son is at the beginner's level with a group adorable little fellas around his age. It was such a cute sight to see them chase the ball around.


Here is the picture of the group of kids warming up. Before this they ran around the field 2 rounds but my Hazim ran only 1 round and walked the other. I hope he will develop better stamina in the future to run the full 2 rounds. Hopefully he's more sportslike like his dad but if takes after me, I'm hopeless when it comes to sports.


Then after the warm up, the kids practiced going around cones and kicking the ball into the goal. Hazim got a bit distracted and soon a group of little boys were basically foot deep in a puddle of mud (Hmmm! Mud seems to be more fun to them). I was at the side of field wishing I could tell him to stop playing with the mud but then what fun would that be. Boys and mud, its just happiness through and through.

After that the kids were split into two teams and played against each other. Hazim opted to be the goalkeeper which I think was not a good idea. He was so bored since the game was more at the other goal than at his goal. He ended up playing with the cones, talking to the bigger boys playing behind him and when the game finally moved towards his end he actually called out to the players to "shoot the ball to me!". Shoot the ball to the goalie, I think my son has not grasped the concept that he was supposed to be defending the goal. Aargh! the antics of my child that bring that big smile to my face.

Here's my little footballer.

How my littluns have grown

I was looking through some old pictures and realised how my kids have grown. My eldest will be going to proper school next year and is no longer the babbling baby I held in my arms but a conversant little boy. He still has the interest in cars from when he was a little till today. I believe his collection of 'HotWheels' cars must now be more than 100 cars. That's because his dad also has a penchant for these little model cars too.

Here's a picture of Hazim around a year old and the latest picture of him (school registration photo). Can you see how much my boy has grown? Gone are those chubby baby cheeks.

My princess also has grown. Now she is going on 5 years of age (which is very soon). She's my girly girl. Always insist on wearing pretty dresses and loves putting on make-up. In fact I think she's more adept at putting on make-up than her own mummy. Here's a baby picture of her at around 4 months and her latest photo all dolled up with lipstick.

Last but not least my littlest. The baby of the family. He's now my babbling baby. Now he's already walking and trying to communicate. Before I know it he's going off to school. How I wish I can freeze time and have them at this age forever but life goes on.

My Littlest 1st Hair Cut

My littlest had his first haircut (see front and side view). We brought him to the barber when daddy and big bro had to also have a haircut. He was pretty well behaved but towards the end he did start squirming. That is expected for a 1 year old. That was why we opted for the shaving machine instead of scissors. However there was not that much to cut off as my littlest has very little hair compared to his big bro who was born with a head full of hair. So I have been putting olive oil on his head to make the hair grow thicker. Old folks remedy. I was also born with very little hair (sad for a girl) but grandma and mum swears by olive oil which they had basically poured loads on my head. So lets hope it works for my little Zaim.

My Brigadier General Turns 1

My littlest just turned 1 on the 22nd of November. We treated him to ice-cream at Swensens and he had a ball of a time. No one telling him 'No', 'don't do that', 'cannot' ...so he dug into his ice cream with pure delight. It was great to see him try to scoop his ice-cream himself with his spoon himself, banging the plate with the spoon, biting the cone and covering his face with ice-cream.

Big bro and sis also enjoyed their ice-creams too and by the time dinner and dessert ended all three darlings of mine had a sugar rush. Big bro and sis were singing and of course running and hopping around. Furthermore, my kids don't sing nursery rhymes but the latest pop songs and the song for the night was Akon's 'Smack That!????' The trip back home in the car was so noisy and hilarious with all the talking, singing and making funny noises all at the same time. What a good time we all had. The only thing which possibly was a bit of a bummer was that the food (not ice-cream) was not really anything to shout about.

My 3 Darlings

This is my first time ever writing a blog and am quite stumped at what to write about. I guess the best is to start on what is the most important thing in your life: for me it is my 3 darlings. They are what makes me smile whenever I'm down and out.

My eldest son is going on 7 and has a good head for maths. That's a trait he gets from his dad. Mom is pathetic at it. My girl is going on 5 and she's really artistic, loves to draw and colour and that I am sure is from me. Not that I am great at art but I do love drawing and painting. My littlest is going on 1 and he is slowly developing a character that seems very serious and borderline fierce. Must be the name...his name means Brigadier General...hehehe!