The 7th Wonder

I keep thinking of this gazillions of topics I want to write about, but always, I would forget to write them down. I find that without writing down stuff, sometimes, I cant remember a list. Its not just things of yesteryear that seems to be a bit of a muggle but also something simple like a grocery list. To be honest,  When I was younger, I could remember any topic and any date without having to write it down somewhere( sometimes I do write down stuff, and then I forget just where I did write them). Back then I was proud to be able to remember meticulous details , sorta like that anne in the mamak when he takes our order for 16 people and gets it right down to the correct milo-ais-tanpa-susu-tambah-milo.

Speaking of Milo, my milo- monster nephew’s memory reminds me of that. One weekend, he hides his Hot Wheels behind the sofa, and 3 weeks later(how do you even remember such things?) , we see him digging around, and voila- there is a hidden car where we have been sitting everyday. Maybe I have some princess and the pea syndrome, or maybe the cushion is just too thick. Hey, at least I still remember where my keys are. Anyway, being an adult, I guess this forgetfulness needs some excuse story.

Speaking of stories, remember a time when we loved all those fairy tales? You can remember every line Ariel sang- and in Diplodocus’ case, every line Ariel said. Fairy tales being pushed aside, my nephew’s latest craze is Shah Rukh Khan. To the point that even his birthday cake had the movie Dilwale poster on it and he refused to allow anyone to cut out SRK face from the cake. I mean, I loved the Backstreet Boys in my hey-didley days but I don’t think I wanted to have their faces on my cake. Orrrrrrr maybe I might have, it’s hard to imagine yourself 15 and Howie-crazy again. Just like how I knew all the lyrics to “As Long as you love me” , my Nephew can remember all the songs+moves of his favourite movie. Even his hair is the exact replica of Mr. SRK . I don’t even recall the last movie SRK made, though while watching the subtitle-less Dilwale couple of weeks ago, I had to literally translate the entire movie for that milo chugging monster, and  in some parts, I even needed to make background stories to what was happening on screen. Kids today, they need to know everything! At least, I still have my storytelling up to speed.

Speaking of speed, what is with kids and running? I am pretty sure Nancy Regan said “This Boots are made for Walking”. And if running wasn’t enough, lilmonster recently bought a pair of skates and that’s how he moves around now. He basically got the whole “how it works” within 2 hours of getting the skates(a much thank you to YouTube too) And here I was, trying my hand at making  an origami crane for the last 10 hours. I mean, come on! You know what, deep down, I think I could have learnt those skates in 5 minutes . Yeah, I am pretty sure of it. Unfortunately, they could not fit my feet.

Speaking of feet, how is it that the smallest feet can make the most noise? I mean the monster-kid nephew is just 7..and you can hear him running from a mile away. He doesn’t seem to mind the noise even when you are sleeping. Like every Sunday, at exactly 8am, when birds are chirping gently and the world is still cradling in the off-day, there will be this sudden crash and tsunami like wave hitting my bed and the next thing I know there are these 2 feet stabbing into my back forcing me to wake up and face the Hot wheels, Lego and Shah Rukh Khan laden weekend. So I drag myself out of bed in my quiet feet, and the pitter patter of the monster would have reached the playpen long before you can say “where’s the coffee”.

But through it all, sometimes you just want to slow the time down and watch them play and sometimes you just wonder where is the time gone.

Speaking of gone time, I suppose this entry should have come in 2 months ago, and though it is a little bit late, I wish my little baby nephew (I have aunt rights to call him baby FOREVER) a happy 7^th birthday.