Name of Days

By request of a friend, I’m going to tell you about Darren’s song of days.

In Bahasa, there’s a Sunday song that mentions all the days in a week. I guess it was designed for kids to easily memorize the name of days in a week.

The song goes:

♪ Hari Senin, hari Selasa, harinya Tuhan harinya Tuhan
Hari Rabu, hari Kamis, harinya Tuhan harinya Tuhan
Hari Jumat harinya Tuhan
Hari Sabtu harinya Tuhan
Hari Minggu, semua hari, harinya Tuhan ♫

[In short: from Monday to Sunday, everyday is God’s day]

I was wondering why each time I got to Kamis [= Thursday], Darren would say, “Kong kong,” referring to his Grandpa.
My first guess was because the last time my parents came, it was on Thursday, but I wasn’t really sure because Darren didn’t know the concept of days’ names yet.
I asked what he meant, and as with every other times when I didn’t understand him, he would have this expression on his face, as if he were thinking and trying to figure out some way to make me understand.
[Aren’t children’s minds amazing? ]

Then came his explanation: he pointed his upper lip, he mimicked the sound of a kiss, and said, “Yi...” [= geli...!] with this ticklish expression on his face.
It took me about 2 seconds before I figured out what he meant and laughed outloud.

He mistook “Kamis” for “kumis” (moustache), and each time he heard the word “Kamis”, he remembered Grandpa’s moustache.
My Dad loves to tickle Darren by kissing his chubby cheeks and rub them with his moustache.
Whenever he does this, Darren always had this ticklish expression and gesture, and he’d laugh so gleefully, along with his Grandpa ^___^

A Blast with Bule ;)

Life without nanny is busier than I thought. Especially when there are many unusual agendas for the days, i.e. social events, health disturbances, etc.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to write much on this blog. At least not until I finish my current project, which would probably take about a month or so.
And after that, MAYBE, just maybe, we might be moving out, who knows?

Anyway, although the past few weeks were full of social meetings, with family and friends, they’ve been a blast!
I met several old friends from high school, one of whom has been living in the Netherlands. She brought her “bule” husband. And to my surprise, although Darren’s a bit awkward to him (the bule), meaning that Darren would barely touch him and refused to kiss him, Darren likes him so so much that he keeps mentioning his name, “Oom Sy..”, sometimes up until he fell asleep at nights!

I was told that sometimes babies just aren’t friendly with people that are “different” from them. By different I mean another race. I wasn’t quite sure about it.
When Darren met my friend’s hubby, he had a thin moustache and beard, so we thought it was probably why Darren wouldn’t kiss him. Darren feels ticklish with moustache and beards, also stuffed animals with rough hairs hehehe...
But then again, after he shaved and had his face all clean, he tried getting Darren to kiss him, but Darren refused hehehe... So we thought he probably just wasn’t comfortable with “bules”.

It was kinda odd, coz it wasn’t the first time Darren met a “bule”.
He met another friend’s hubby once, when he was about 10 months old. But he probably was too young to understand back then.
And when Darren was born, was he surrounded by many “bules”!
In fact, the doctor who first took care of him right after he came out of my belly was a “bule.”

Nonetheless, we’re looking forward to meeting more “bules”, so we can watch Darren’s reactions.
One thing’s for sure, if he/she’s fun to play with, Darren doesn’t mind what their skin colour is, so long as they don’t ask for a kiss.