Abiyyu

He is a cute thirty-month kid who is always curious about everything.

He always asks,

"What is it, Ibu?"
"Why is so?"
"What does it look like?"
"May I use this machine?"
"What kind of plane is it?"

At home, he likes to play in front  of our house.  He climbs up the gate and move it over and over.  He gets down and laughs out loud when somebody pays attention to him.  Then he runs around the corner to see our neighbor's yard through the wall.  Hehe..he joins me cooking in our kitchen which is just next to his bedroom.

"Ibu, may I see what you are boiling?"
He climbs up the chair that he moves by himself to peep what is inside the pot.
"Biyyu, it is not allowed to climb on that chair while the stove is on. I am worried.  It migth be slippery."
He giggles, hops down, and lays on his stomach on a mat we usually sits on.

I sometimes bathe him early and force him to drink his milk by breastfeeding him first.  He almost never drinks milk since he was born.  I tried to change many kinds of brands but I do fail.  I also changed his milk-bottles but nothing happened.  I, then, spoon-feed him while he is being breastfed.

I used to escort him to school, he has been going to school since he was fifteen months old.  However, someone is going to and fro with him now.

When he goes to musola with his father and brothers, he recites "Aamiiin" so loudly before the Imam finishes his Al Fatihah. He prefers to have saroong instead of trousers.   Something that makes his father worried is every time Abiyyu is out, he always goes to the place where people take ablution.  He opens the tap and wash his face, hands, and legs.  Automatically, he gets wet through.

His favorite food is something crispy and cheese.  He always knows where I put it.  He doesn't like bolu kukus, lunpia, and milk.He likes yakult, instead.

One of the Hadith he always recites loudly is Don't be angry, and for you is Jannah. He can counts from one to twenty in English, Indonesian, and Javanese.