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"Are you grateful you have a cute baby brother like Baby Z?"

"Yeah!"

"And we're grateful that we have a smart mother who can crochet!" exclaimed N.

I stood there open-mouthed, speechless. Baby Z had nothing to do with crocheting!

"She always says things that make me speechless," I finally said.

"Well, that's going on my blog," I continued.

"Ummi, I think my new hobby is crocheting," N confided.

We had recently taken up crocheting after ooh and aah-ing at this.

I had tried to teach them crochet couple of years back, and while hubby played soccer with the other Malaysians, we sat in the shade and crocheted, or tried to at least, with library books propped open on the picnic mat we had laid out on the ground.

They gave up after a few tries, complaining that it was too hard.

This time, S really managed to master it, and whipped up a purse for herself, one for N and one for the little boy named H. I made a kufi for hubby and H. We were in crochet land for a while. Let me just say that the trip to Jo Ann to buy the yarn was the loudest shopping experience I ever had with the three kids. They were all too excited to buy more than one ball of yarn. I limited it to two balls of yarn each after quieting them down.