(Too cool for school)

The hunt continues to find Khalid a suitable English-speaking school that is autism-friendly, uses sound behavior reinforcement principles (rather than education through intimidation) and doesn’t cost an arm, a leg, two kidneys and your left earlobe.  I’ve been to three schools just today, dragging Khalid and Joy along for the ride and leaving a trail of…

I love my kids.

Me: Khalid, in five minutes it’ll be time to turn off the computer and take a bath, ok? Khalid: InshaAllah. ___________ Me: What were you doing when you fell off the bed? Iman: I was going down to get you a present, you know? Like, an adventure crown! 😀

C is for colic, but I’d much rather it be for cookie

And right about now, I’d much rather have a cookie. You know what the problem with typing while hungry is?  Even words look tasty. Musfira is getting properly colicky, crying louder and longer in the past few nights than before.  The Nightly Fuss has been going on for around four weeks now, and it starts…

Red Velvet Ramblings

So Musfira is very nearly a month old now. SubhanAllah. All in all she’s a lovely baby. She sleeps reasonably well during the day and although we do have a nightly fuss from around 10:30 to about 1 am, it could be worse. In fact, it was worse with Khalid and Iman, with Khalid being…

And I quote

Iman: Momma! The baby’s crying! Because she wants icecream! ______ Me: Here Khalid, you can hold Musfira carefully. (I put the baby carefully into Khalid’s lap) Khalid: Oh! Oh! Scareding! (He passes the baby back) ___________ (Iman sees me laying down on the sofa for a quick break around 11 am today) Iman: Momma, I…

The best kind of outsourcing!

I haven’t had a chance to update yet, but Owlie has! Full post here and copy-paste below. Thanks luv! Thursday, June 16, 2011 On Monday I was sick so I took a day off and figured, hey, this would be a good time to catch up with the super busy preggo rockstar business director big…

Alhamdulillah :)

We are pleased to introduce puffy pink baby Musfira, born two days early and well-loved, well-poked, and well received by Khalid and Iman, who adore her, Alhamdulillah. 🙂 In true international fashion, her weight is 3.685 kilos- almost perfectly the exchange rate of the UAE dirham to US dollar, which is fixed.  Proper blog update…

Status check

*pokes self* Still here, check! *pokes stomach* *stomach pokes back* Still pregnant, check! Did you know, that for all the jokes I make about taking up extreme trampoline sports in the last few days before delivery, that extreme trampoline sports is actually a …err… sport? You learn something new every day. :p Nine days and…

Nine months pregnant. Again, Alhamdulillah :)

Here’s my post for nine months pregnant with Khalid And here’s the post for nine months pregnant with Iman. Notice the difference in the two.  Khalid’s post is about expectation, Iman’s is about ninja turtles.  Really, go look. At the moment, Khalid and Iman are eating dinner and verbally taunting each other, two exercises that may seem incompatible…

P is for poke, apparently.

(I am sitting at the dining table working on my computer, and suddenly I get a jabbing feeling in my left side.) Me: Iman! What are you doing? (Iman grins and holds up her pink pencil) Iman: I poking you! Me: Yes, I can see that.  If you want to get my attention, say excuse…

And I quote:

HF, Iman and I are en route to Abu Dhabi for an appointment with my Orthopedic surgeon.  We take the exit ramp for a gas station and… Iman: I want special full please. HF and I have a good chuckle. Me: Ok sweetie, let’s go inside and get you a drink. We go inside and…

CINDY IS BACK!

Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. 🙂  and w00t Did I mention w00t?  Even as we speak, Iman is at the park running wild and fancy-free, and I have managed to put an entire two hours of work in, which is, frankly speaking, two more hours than I had done all week.  And the house is clean.  And…

SCORE! :)

Time is a funny thing.  You think you have lots of it and then before you realize what’s going on, another day has passed, another week is ending, another month is almost a third gone. Cindy, our housekeeper/Iman-chaser/Jill of All Trades who holds down the fort while I’m off pretending to have a job or…

Apples versus oranges, lady.

The Ikea in Festival Center (Dubai) has a lovely little play area for kids, and Alhamdulillah, Khalid is able to play inside by himself as long as there is someone on the other side of the glass watching in case of the unexpected bathroom emergency or melt-down. Alhamdulillah, neither happen very often. It’s a neat…

*rimshot*

One of HF’s coworkers came over for lunch today, and as per tradition, Iman decided that the new person in the house must absolutely be her new best friend forever in the entire world. So she climbed in his lap, fawned over him told him everything that she knew about everything, which is something she…

A Letter from HF

Assalamalaikum wa rahmatullahe wa barakatuhu everyone- Alhamdulilah we have some very good news to share.  Allah (SWT) is  insha-Allah blessing us with another child. The current expected date is set 2nd/3rd week of June. We are very happy about this, especially since we can now justify the minivan with flame stickers and an “R-type” sticker…

Out of the noses of babes

Iman: momma, wook!   issa booger. Me: Yes dear, let’s get a tissue. Iman: I eat it? Me: No! Do not eat that! [Iman is startled by my reaction, and then understanding dawns on her] Iman: [nodding sagely] Iss berry spicy.

An Abaya Built for Two

So Iman has this routine that’s specific to us praying at home, which generally involves getting on all fours, crawling between my feet and then standing up inside of my Abaya.  Because I use a chair for half of my salah (for sajda, specifically) the space between my feet exists for the entire prayer, although…

4am: What, us? Nocturnal?

On the bright side, if Khalid didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, I might never blog. On the annoying side, it’s 4 in the morning and he’s been up since 1:30, jumping, rolling, climbing, and lavishing WWF-style affection (half-nelsons, not pandas) on his stubborn “WE ARE STAYING IN BED!” momma. This is…

I think he’s trying to tell me something.

Both kids have been sick for the past two days, it’s 3:45 in the morning right now, and Khalid has been up since 11:30 last night. He spent most of the night crying and kicking and thrashing around, angry because he couldn’t sleep. The rest of the night was spent in jumping on me and…

My little hero, MashaAllah

Some children are bad at taking turns, but my kids are good at it for all the wrong reasons.  When Iman is getting an involuntary manicure, she’ll plead “Khalid’s turn!  Khalid’s turn!”  And when it really is Khalid’s turn, he’ll do the same.  “Iman’s turn!  Iman’s turn!” To say it’s the other sibling’s turn is…

It’s quiet in here, too quiet…

So, if five minutes pass without you hearing your kids laugh, giggle, squeak, yell, cry, fight, or jump off furniture, there’s a strong possibility that you may become suddenly (and rightfully) suspicious and tiptoe off in search of them. You may find them sitting on your bed, holding those supposedly baby-proof cups- you know, the…

I want to hug this woman

The woman who posted this list at McSweeney’s deserves a hug. And so does Baji for mailing it to me, because it made my day.  We had a public meltdown about two or three weeks ago in the Mirdif City Center, and I didn’t blog about it because I try not to be pointlessly negative.…

Yes, motherhood is really like this.

Iman: (pulling a hairclip out of her hair) Fa-yi-yi! Me: Yes, butterfly! Iman: (offering to put the hairclip into my mouth) Oooh! Fa-yi-yi! Me: No dear, I don’t want to eat the butterfly. (Iman reconsiders and tries another idea.) Me: Thank you sweetie, but I don’t want it in my nose either.

Apples, Oranges, Autism

My blog needs an update – design and structure-wise, I mean. To replace the links I no longer have time to visit (sorry Blogistan!) with links I visit constantly- places like Autism-watch.org, the Assosciation for Science in Autism, Photon in the Darkness Blog- and a slew of blogs written by/for/about Autistics and Autism. It’s a…

Time again, for another 2 am post.

HF is en route to Australia for a bidness trip, and we, The Circus, are left to our own devices for this week. Apparently our devices involve rolling around the floor sucking on building blocks. Well, those are Iman’s devices anyway. She’s the reason I’m up cooking instead of down snoring- I woke up at…

I’m not half the man my mother is.

My momma is my hero. She is the ideal to which I strive. She is the vanquisher of metronome dogs. This morning the Mother of All Evils and her three loud puppies were serenading the neighbourhood from our back yard again. I buried my head in my pillow and did my best to sleep through…