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Sunday, August 27, 2006

The was a little girl who had a little curl...

Last night HF popped his head into the kitchen with a box of mithai in his hand. 'Hey,' he said, 'Did you say to put the mithai in the fridge?'

'Yeah,' I said, soaping up another glass.

'Good, because that makes more sense than putting my ties into the fridge.'

HF was relieved. I was happy for him.

SubhanAllah, things these days are good. Well, things these days specifically are good, though you never know how those other days will be, and whether you'll contemplate flinging boxes over the side of the balcony as compared to taping them shut and sending them to the new place. We're in the process of moving, InshaAllah. The exact move date is uncertain, but the non-essential items of the house are slowly but surely being sorted, arranged, and taped shut. As of yet, none of them have been flung over the balcony.

Did I mention that it's 6:20 am?

Bebeface is getting a head start on religion by waking up for Fajr at the age of 5 months. Alhamdulillah, he's grown a lot since I last blogged about his age specifically. (3 months) He's learning how to sit up, he plays with his fingers and has learned how to smile with two from one hand and three from another crammed excitedly in his mouth. Up until one sentence ago, he had been sitting in his stroller and chewing his Yellow Tiger and contemplating his socked feet. As of this sentence, he is in my lap, holding firmly to the edge of the computer table and staring at the monitor. (Psst, Momma there's a typo in p2, l5.)

We've been up since 5:30, and having prayed, we've also had Weetabix, a shower, and a diaper change. Right now we're sucking our fingers and rubbing our face sleepily into Momma's t-shirt. Bebeface does wake up several times a night, but usually not for longer than the time it takes to nurse and fall back asleep. He'll be running out of steam soon, and then we can go back to bed InshaAllah.

*rubs eyes sleepily onto own shirt*


At 29/8/06 1:38 PM, Blogger crayon said...

girl, curl, where!?... and a typo in p2, l5 !?!?!?

see, i told you the old blog made more sense : P

At 29/8/06 3:15 PM, Blogger Crazed Teacher said...

typo in p2 hahaah hilarious ur baby is following his mommas foot steps , next he'll be designing our templates and hacking the NASA database

At 31/8/06 10:28 PM, Anonymous anjum said...

you know what - this shows how much i still wish i were on college time. Being up at 6:20am in college meant I was on the phone and/or working all night until then - whereas being a mommy means you have been up at odd hours of teh night and then woke up for real in the "morning" at 5:30 am to start the day.


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