On Potty Training

You've got to undergo the messiness of potty training, the high level of patience required, the unknown time completion. And of course, another kid to be attended to, a baby.

I've been patiently waiting for Eirsa to be ready for her PT. We started when she was three. It was just a total failure back then when she decided to be OK with her wet wet panties and pants and not to mention, the poops. She showed very little sign of readiness when she refused to have diaper off and refused to pee in the toilet, even in her potty.

Early this year we started back the PT regime, slow but steady. Started with every weekend, then later at her daycare. At home she's so prone to 'accident', sebab leka bermain. But at her daycare, she scored 100% on the first day! Requested voluntarily to go to the loo for both pee pee and poo poo session and requested not to put her diaper on. While at home, we have to request her to do so, even that there's once a while 'accident' including pooping in her panties (terjadi waktu dia berak tak ketul lalu tahi merembes ke setiap panties dan pada masa tu aku tak pakaikan training pants dan aku malas nak basuh panties yang dah terkena tahi dengan dahsyatnya dan aku buang panties itu). So I would say she's only 70% successfully potty trained while at home, plus she would still have her diaper on during night sleep.

All in all my approach was simple; slow and steady. Start whenever both you and the kid are ready. You can do it for some 7 straight days with faster result, or you can start with weekendly. And even I have to choose the latter due to the time that we have at home, we would still continue with the 'psychological approach'; have a quick but consistent conversation with Eirsa on she is a big girl, she is kakak, a big girl doesn't cicin and yayak in diaper, a big girl cicin and yayak in toilet, mommy doesn't wear diaper, papa doesn't wear diaper, only babies like Eivie wear diaper and so on. We also told her that she needed to tell her carer when she wanted to cicin, weeks before the actual PT at the daycare started. Alhamdulillah. It did not happen instantly but alhamdulillah. And most of all, don't get stressed about it.

I would also say that training pants are good investment, they minimize the aftermath of any incidents, including the number two. The inner surface is designed as such all dirts are easily removed.

3/4 way to diaper free! Good job Rainbow!

Allah Itu Tidak Zalim.

Aku banyak dosa, aku tau.

Dua hari lepas Tuhan duga aku.

Takuk minyak aku rosak. Dok ingatkan minyak ada lagi (walaupun hati dok sangsi sebab lama dah tak isi). Sekali tengah remp nak naik bukit, tekan minyak tapi tak pergi. Aku kat lane kanan sekali masa tu. Aku tekan jugak minyak sambil doa sangat banyak. Muka buruk sebab berkerut risau macam nak nangis semua, tok sah cakap lah.

Dapat lah lagi beberapa kilometer sampai bebetul minyak habis, 100 meter dari stesen minyak, tapi stesen minyak tu atas bukit sikit. Sebenarnya aku dah bypassed satu stesen minyak, sebab aku ingatkan kereta tu rosak ke apa. Baru major service minggu sebelumnya, kot lah ada masalah lain.


Tuhan tu tak zalim. Dia dengar doa aku, kereta aku tak mati masa aku kat lane kanan. Aku sempat masuk susur ke rumah aku, walaupon masih di sebelah highway tapi aku sempat rapat ke bahu jalan.

Tersadai.

Tuhan tu tak zalim. Tak de perkara buruk terjadi sepanjang 1 jam tunggu suami, walaupun tak berjaya mendapatkan bantuan lain kerana kawan-kawan tidak berdekatan waktu itu. Ada seorang lelaki bermotor berhenti nak menghulurkan bantuan (jika jujur dan benar) atau mengambil kesempatan (na'uzubillah), tetapi cepat berlalu pergi lepas aku cakap tak perlu. Ada seorang lagi lelaki dengan tow truck berhenti nak menghulurkan bantuan (jika jujur dan benar) atau mengambil kesempatan (na'uzubillah), tetapi berlalu pergi lepas banyak kali aku cakap tak perlu.

Penyelamat.

Samurai datang dan kami ke stesen minyak untuk bekalan minyak sementara. Sekembali ke kereta aku, kereta tak berkunci, duit syiling habis lesap, SmarTAG pun dah tak nampak batang hidung. Mungkin aku lupa nak kunci kereta dan mungkin ada kutu lalu dan ambil kesempatan. Tapi. Tuhan tu tak zalim. Ketidakadarezekian ini terjadi bukan masa aku seorang diri dalam kereta.

Bukan rezeki.

Muslims Are Humans Too.

Reposting from Ela (credit as below).

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I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

Source: Imperfectwriting

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An Additional of RM300, Unnecessarily.

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