We are Family!

Its been a hectic, roller coaster 2 weeks- and after much persuasion from loved ones, I decided to take a flight back home to spend some quality time with The Ikings. Granpa Iking has not seen my growing bump, and it would be good to eat some authentic kadazan-kampung food. Boboy came to fetch me from the airport and he told me that mum spent the weekend cleaning up the house- knowing my anal-ness in cleanliness! I learnt that mum has (yet again) adopted a stray cat that just delivered a few weeks ago (?), so the smell of cat piss is worrying her; for my sake. Amazing fact: (stray) pet dogs, Tuyu (who has to get more injections cause he is losing his fur again) and vodka gets along well with MamaMiao (yes. that's her name)

After having my ngau chap, we headed to Donggongon to buy ikan and pick up Dem2 from school.

The early flight home was spent sleeping in a foetal position. The stewards noticed my pregnant bump, so because noone was sitting near me, they placed my one night Adidas bag besides me so I don't have to carry it up and down from the overhead luggage compartment. Bless them. They even buckled up good ole' Stella for safety reasons.

Someone else was also sleeping. Didn't feel your movements at all till I had 3 spoons of my beef ball soup.

Are you okay my love? Mummy's worried about you...move a bit more will you?

I suspect baby is finally resting after all that has happened in busy KL.

I was inspecting Damian@ Dem2's homework when he joined me at the back seat of Michelle's car.

"Yaiks Dem. You have a moustache."

"Ya..jadi kenapa lah" *defensive mode on*

"Hmm..you have nice handwriting"

"what ARE you doing? Give my book back" *so sibuk lah she*

"Hey look guys...Dem2's handwriting looks like Boboy's"

*the Iking children tormentation starts in full swing*

Meeting mum and dad over dinner.

Weird how I used to be soooo afraid of that man giving that cheesy smile.

How he has toned down.

Or perhaps I'm no longer his baby girl anymore.

Boboy cuts his own hair. Not that hard since he has a mop of EXTREMELY curly hair...so even if he screws up, it just looks "grungy".

Ah...and the "little baby sister" with her older, wiser (but apparently younger looking) sister. What would I do without you kak?

Blood runs thicker than water. I am so glad I have a family like them. An eccentric, lovable bunch who retracts when I need space , yet never ceases to pray for my safety and sanity. Who loves me for what I am - fart, burps, hygiene anal-ness and all. Who have been there during the darkest and brightest time of my life.

Thank you.