Best Things in Life Comes in 10kg packages

Munirah, my eldest, applied for the Japan Homestay Program organized by Kelab Hiroshima Antarabangsa, through her school.  Both MrM and I agreed that this would be excellent in giving her exposure to a different culture and Munirah has always been interested in learning the Japanese language (although what motivated her to do so beats me).  The program runs twice a year, June and December, and we were aiming for the June program.  To secure a place, a refundable deposit of RM2K has to be paid to the club and during the recent school break, we took one day off to pay as well as take restless kids out for a day in KL.

While waiting for MrM and my eldest to pay the deposit and MrM to get answers from Mr Fadzil (the program coordinator from the club), I waited in the car with Harith.  And snapped photos and photos of him. 

Harith sleeps better these days and wakes up only once for milk around 4am.  The only problem I have now is I usually can't sleep anymore after that and makes me a sleepyhead right after lunch at the office!

Favourite moments such as these are so simple and ordinary, and nothing but a doting working mom trying to capture moments of this bundle of joy that we never thought we would have at this age.  Everytime I see these photos again, I feel happy and yet sad.  The happiness is obvious from just seeing Harith and at this phase where everything goes into his mouth.  If you see that other boy in the background, Adlan Zarif, then the sadness comes from the fact that Harith too will grow up and I am indecisive as to whether to find another career that gives me more time with him or to continue where I am now and suddenly find Harith a distant teenager who finds taking photos with Mama embarassing!