My nephew, Jonathan marked his first month of arrival. This day also marks the end of confinement period for the mother as she now is allowed to bath (asif!) and wonder out of the house freely. The feeling is something like getting out of jail after 10 years in prison. Really!
Being an Aunty to Baby Jonathan, I got up early in the morning (asif!) wandering in my garden and neighbourhood picking 7 type of flowers. You will know what is it for later.
The Baby was signed up for a medicure session…
… a pedicure pampering….
… and a new hairdo…
…. and of course the beauty centre which is run by none other than MsJessieling get an angpow. Hopefully she will be as fatt as the figure inside there . The finger nails, toe nails and hair was wrapped individually with a red paper or angpow packet.
Well, the folklore said that the womb is a dirty thing so after being in the womb for the past nine months, the baby is to remove some of the bad luck by shaving or trimming of his hair. But, but, why want to keep bad luck in red paper? *tsk, tsk*
The Baby was then adjourned to the spa for his flower bath.
Placing of mortar pounder will make him as brave as Tarzan and coins is for properity. Well, how about the flower? Errr…. is it so that when Baby Jonathan grew up, he will have a beautiful wife? *tsk, tsk*
Now, he is a clean Baby adorned in his new clothes. We gave the jewelleries a pass since I’m not into the jewellery folklore. All it, a one month old Baby is treated like a King or the Malay saying, “Raja Sehari”.
Moving on to the kitchen, these are the things to be given as gift to relatives & friends announcing the arrival of the new born. The red eggs looked rather spectacular.
The eggs symbolised a new life and red is rather a auspicious colour for chinese.
Ang Koo Kuih or Red Tortoise Cake means longevity and prosperity.
I was told, the tortoise shape (right in the pic) to be given when you had a baby girl. And when you had a baby boy, you have to gave both shapes. In olden days, the round ang ku (left in the pic) is shape into a cylinder.
The typical Foochow family must have Red Wine Mee Suah.
Fyi, this is not cooked by me. I prefered my broth to be rich in red wine and not so dialuted. However, Hokkien family would not miss on the Yellow Festive Rice or Nasi Kunyit which I cooked for the later evening banquet.
That evening, Jonathan was certainly pictured like an “Angel”, very well behaved and only dissapeared twice to his personal bar for feeds.
Looks like everybody get into the “pass-the-baby” game.
This is my blog, ok. So I get to beautify my own picture with The-King-Of-The-Day *ngek.
… with maternal Grandpa
… with maternal Grandma
… with paternal Grandma
… with Da Yi (Eldest Aunty)
… with Shan Yi (3rd Aunty)
… with maternal Grand Uncle (Angpow. Yay!)
… with Church friends
(Look at his eyes. Looks like mother hor. Look at his hair so thick. Aiyah, such a beautiful genes. The Mother must produce more babies)
Those are the things I heard that night. Crappy!
Here he is, end of the day after drifting in and out. Dozing peacefully none than wiser, being the King-Of-The-Day!