What Musfira *really* means

Alhamdulillah, my new baby girl is a little over a month old now, and when she is first introduced to friends and family members, I am inevitably asked what her name means, and inevitably, I have a hard time trying to give the answer. Here’s why: Imagine this- a blast has just sounded, tearing through…

Where’s my lawyer, waaaaaanh!

(Iman, laying in her bed and protesting the gross injustices that are forcing her to be subjected to an obvious violation of her civil rights – a nap – resorts to bargaining.) Mommmaaaaa! — (no response from Momma) I want coffee! — I want milk! — I want water! (I offer her a sippy cup…

Maybe AntSlayer has a better ring?

As everything in Dubai must either be the world’s biggest, best, or most deserving of a superlative, here we have the world’s hottest, burningest ant bites. Iman was bit by an ant a few weeks ago- I heard her scream from halfway across the house and ran to find her clawing at her foot as…

To two and four and many more, InshaAllah. :)

So March has come and gone, which is annually insignificant, except that both of my children were born in March. I haven’t celebrated birthdays for years, but when it comes to my kids, the dates are significant to me in ways that have nothing to do with candles and everything to do with crying. When…

Conversations with Khalid, too!

Khalid: Huh be bees! (Help me please!) Me: Yes Jaan? Khalid: (pinching my leg) Huh be bees! I turn around a look at Khalid, who is standing expectantly by the refrigerator door. I stand up and open the door for him. Me: What do you want? Khalid picks up an orange and pokes his finger…

Big Brother Khalid to the Rescue!

Iman, holding a small triangular puzzle piece, holds it up and asks:  “Kak-kak?” (cookie?) Khalid, look up at her: “Twingle.”  (Triangle) He takes the piece and puts it back into the puzzle. A few seconds pass, they are both scribbling on magnetic doodle-boards. Iman, picking up the same piece again: “Kak-kak?” (cookie?) She tries to put…

Peeta-Butta and other such verbal masterpieces.

Khalid, time for a bath. No! Khalid, you want a bite? NooOOoOoOoO! Khalid, come here! Noooooo! Khalid, cookie? NooooOOOoOO! No! No! Khalid, shoes on! No no no no no nooooo! It’s a bit frustrating, but at the same time, still wonderful to finally hear what Khalid is thinking. He doesn’t want milk, he wants Joo.…

Hat? Okay!

  I never thought I’d be so happy to report that my son will just NOT stop babbling. Although his vocabulary has yet to cross the ten-word mark, he has begun to mimic sounds and start conversations with people other than me- the most amusing of which is generally Iman. Khalid will grin excitedly at…

HE SPEAKS!

Khalid’s favorite word in the entire world: OKAY! This is how it’s used. Locate a random item. Find your mother. Hand it to her. Grin expectantly. Mom sez Thank You! and Khalid sez OKAY! and wanders off to find another item. (Last week I ended up with a pile of shoes in my arms, six…

What, us nocturnal again?

Iman is taking a tour of the living room right now. By herself. Her commando-crawl skills have really picked up in the last few days, and despite being sick and having an ear infection, she still enjoys a good reconnaissance mission over to the corner of the sofa or the edge of the carpet so…

Recipe: Cream of 3am Soup

One suddenly awake, insanely cheerful baby Two small onions, finely chopped 4 cloves garlic, crushed or minced One baby-bouncer One rubber Spatula 1/3 cup butter 3-4 cups chicken stock (or water & 2 chicken cubes) Frozen mixed veggies 2 cups finely chopped chicken breast 4 cups milk Combine baby and baby-bouncer, set aside. In a…

You guys…

If I’m not responding to my comments it’s because I feel… embarrassed. I am not brave, I am not strong, I am not amazing. I alternate between insane optimism and resigned dread. I am not the Super-Mom of a Special-Needs Child, I am the “So, how do we cope today?” type. I am pushing forward…

By Zeba, The End.

Khalid has been diagnosed with autism. I can’t even begin to explain how this feels. We’re still in planning/coping/assessing mode. I just quit my job. Regularly, I cry myself to sleep. I can’t write about this right now. I’m too busy trying to figure it out.

Nap time, take two-

Khalid, who is laying under my desk and pulling on my toes as I type this, is overdue for his nap. He would have been asleep already, had it not been for his iron determination to be awake. Half an hour ago we did the whole nap thing- we had lunch and then went to…

KHALID SAID HIS FIRST WORD!

Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah- at the age of two years and two months, my son finally said his first word. Socks. His first word is socks. I’m slightly miffed that he bypassed both of his parents and ended up on footwear, but for now I’m just happy he said something! Woohoo! Also, we’re coming to Amerika!…

Ma-Ma?

So Khalid still doesn’t talk. At all. He doesn’t even say Mama. I mean, he does say things like akichigaa and gagin-gagin and mamamamamamaaaaaaa, but nothing with meaning and context. I’m not worried about his development, just impatient to be able to communicate with him. All of the recommendations about helping ease sibling rivalry and…

A toddler, a Newborn and a Paradigm Shift

Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. We’ve been home a week and Iman is healthy, happy, and adorable in the squashy, pink, surprised-looking way that newborns are so good at. Khalid, on the other hand, is having a rough time, as we seem to have brought home fierce competition for his Momma’s attention. When I change Iman’s diaper,…

Cheesecake and Strategic Negotiations

“Oh Ye who believe! Fear Allah and make your utterance straightforward. That He may make your conduct whole and sound and forgive you your sins; he that obeys Allah and His messenger, has already attained a great victory.” The Qur’an, Chapter Al-Ahzab (33) 70:71 So I came across this line today and it made me…

Post-Partum Depression & I

There are a few mommy-related blogs that I’ve been meaning to type, one of them is on post-partum depression, or PPD. There’s an interesting generational/cultural gap that exists where PPD is concerned- traditionally speaking, in the Pakistani culture, there is no such thing. (Wateezdiss, pee-pee-dee? After your baby is born you’re supposed to be miserable!)…

The Bebefiles: One Year!!?

It’s 10:23, and Bebeface is asleep, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. Of course, yesterday he insisted on staying up until 4:30 am, and the night before that, 3, and the days following those long nights tend to be fuzzy and a little disoriented, but hey, SubhanAllah, it’s all good. 🙂 Khalid cruised by the one-year mark a week…

Possibly one of the more interesting evenings spent shopping

There is no way to describe how hysterically funny as well as deliciously relaxing it is to sit in a showroom massage chair (The OTOCare Deluxe, only 6,500dhs!) with the foot rest up and the remote control in Bebeface’s hands. I laughed until my stomach hurt while being massaged randomly by Khalid’s ham-fisted grip on…

This is why God made babies cute

Last night was another interesting night, rather than nurse Khalid to sleep I tried the ‘crying it out in arms’ approach, which basically involved him screaming his little self tired- in my arms. Someone posted a link to this in the comments of one of the crying it out posts, and I’m not sure who…

The Bebefiles: Crying it out- Part II

Yesterday, after Khalid’s hour and five minute crying jag, he once again slept for five hours. Five lovely, uninterrupted hours, Alhamdulillah. It’s 10:40 right now, and he’s been crying since ten o’clock. He’s definitely winding down, and I peeked in on him a second ago- he’s laying face down on the bed, he raises his…

The Bebefiles: Crying it Out- Part I

So once upon a time there was an impossibly cute (MashaAllah) but horribly scheduled son of mine, whose unruly sleep habits have been the only (but rather large) down side to motherhood. He wakes every 40 minutes, night or day, to feed, and drives me rather batty with sleep deprivation. Everyone and their mother tells…

The Bebefiles: Ten Months, where has the time gone?

As I sit at this computer desk with all the wires taped securely to the legs and all the peripherals moved away from the edge of table, I wonder where the time has gone. Bebeface, whose misbehavior was once limited to wiggling alot and peeing on me, has morphed into something else entirely. He has…

BebeFiles: Some Firsts

Alhamdulillah, Bebeface is seven and a half months old now, and the rate at which he’s developing dangerous and cunning new skills is amazing. This week alone has seen several developmental firsts- several key skills he has obtained and now uses to threaten all of humanity with. So Eye See… Glasses are not part of…

The Bebefiles: A Beautiful Thing

A beautiful thing happened two days ago. After the bounce and the jolt and the crash- after the smell of the hot asphalt and the exhaust cleared, I took Khalid from his car seat and got out of the car. To get out of the car – that was a beautiful thing. We walked through…

The Bebefiles: AMBUSH!

I should have known what was coming when I saw how close the box of q-tips was to the edge. I should have moved them when I placed Khalid on the bed to change his diaper. I should have known that a kid who has mastered spitting up not on my shirt, but in my…

The BebeFiles: Time Flies

Somewhere when I wasn’t looking, Bebeface turned 3 1/2 months. I hadn’t noticed really. There were other things to look at- like spit bubbles. My son has become quite proficient at them, pursing his lips together to produce a nice, long cascade of wet, frothy silliness. Then he beams. He doesn’t smile anymore, he beams,…

The Bebe Files: Eight Weeks

Here’s to eight weeks, SubhanAllah, of my silly little son. Here’s to his tiny hands and how diligently he tries to cram both of them into his mouth. Here’s to his precious, wrinkled feet and the day he learned to kick- he lay on the carpet for half an hour first extending one leg and…

We are the champions, my friend…

When they ask whether you’re ready to be a parent, what they really mean is, “Do you know any lullabies?” Apart from the weirdly morbid “Rock a bye-baby” and a few lines of “Go to Sleep,” that were reworded to sing at summer camp, it turns out that I am sadly lacking in the lullaby…

The Baby Files: One Month, Alhamdulillah

If you went to an electronics store and the salesman tried to sell you an expensive piece of equipment that came with no manual, required round the clock maintenance and would not perform anything except very basic functions for the next three years, would you buy it? And yet we have children, because they are…