There’s a little boy in my bed!

Oh wait, that’s my son…

Khalid had his first hair cut yesterday, and in a process that resembled a temper-tantrum with a beard-trimmer, he cried, raged, and fussed his way to a snappier, more grown-up ‘do. Short on the sides, longer on top, his crazy silly over-the-ear curls have been replaced with neat number-one sideburns. SubhanAllah, he’s looking more like a little boy than a little baby anymore, and he looks dashing, but I also miss his cute widdle curls. *pout*

Khalid’s sleep schedule has reverted to nocturnal madness again for the past few days, and he went to bed just half an hour ago (it’s 1:36 am right now). And he’s in my spot, and he’s taking up half the dang bed like a star-fish in blue pajamas, hmmph.


Other miscellania- My appointment with the ortho confirmed damaged ligaments on the inside of my right knee, and I have an MRI scheduled to determine whether things can be patched up with physiotherapy or whether I’ll need laser surgery. Once upon a time, in the pursuit of all things neato, I would have eagerly hoped for something like ‘LASER SURGERY!!!’ mostly because it sounds dramatic, and partially because it involves lasers. Now, Abez the Momma is hoping for boring old physiotherapy, because if my knee is put out of commission by surgery, then caring for Bebeface is going to be a serious challenge, and if I over-do things, I might further damage my poor busticated knee rather than let it heal.

SubhanAllah for your health, and the blessing of just being able to walk without pain. I’m looking forward to that again InshaAllah. Please remember me in your duas!



Abez is a 50% white, 50% Pakistani, Muslim hijabi Momma of Khalid, a special little boy with autism, and Iman, a special little girl with specially big hair.

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