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 or so ago, the 19th being an uneventful though especially cute day, MashaAllah. These days, Khalid is working full time on his newest skills- getting around by holding on to the sofa and taking wobbly steps in the direction of the laptop, crawling or something like it, and learning simple games.

Every day Khalid does something that makes me gasp out of either surprise, amazement, or shock. A few days ago he went from sitting to crawling position by leaning too far back to stare at the ceiling and then turning in mid-fall to land on all fours instead of his head, Alhamdulillah. And then there is the 'feed momma crackers' game, where I open my mouth and Khalid pokes whatever soggy edible he has been gnawing on inside. We've learned, rather unexpectedly, that this game also applies to other cracker-shaped objects as well, like the business card Khalid pushed into my mouth last week.

And Khalid plays peekaboo with newspapers, and bedsheets, and embarrassingly, with the hem of my skirt at a dinner party. (peeka- No!) And Khalid has discovered that the best things in life have buttons on them, like the cordless phone that he yanked out of my hand and dropped on the floor, or the TV remotes with the tasty rubber buttons, or any of the many mobile phones belonging to the various family members foolish enough to leave the phones where he can demand them. Khalid sent his daddy a blank sms two days ago. We were all impressed.

HF: (checking phone) You sent me an sms just now?
Me: No, what do you mean?

-pause-

HF: Where's your phone?
Me: Khalid?

And Khalid has turned bath time into a force of nature, specifically, a typhoon. He whirlwinds his arms and legs, churning up furious waves, soaking the floor, the towel, the momma... anything in a five foot radius.

And Khalid is intensely interested in personal grooming, specifically manicures, and any time nail clippers are placed anywhere near his nails, he immediately wants to inspect (as well as taste) whatever it is that they're doing and why they insist on doing it to him.

And prayer time with Khalid is extra challenging, as there are fewer less distracting things than a baby crawling excitedly over to your feet so he can grab hold of your toes and talk to them.

(bibbibibibib bbbbwwwwwwmmmm)

And I know exactly where the last year has gone, but I can't believe what was taking so long has passed so fast. SubhanAllah, SubhanAllah, Khalid isn't really a baby anymore, but he's not quite a toddler yet. He's at an in-between stage, he's an oversized grabby wiggly thing that wants to go for a walk to see the oscillating fan oscillate, but still clings to his momma like a shy koala baby.

Too big to be a baby, too small to be a boy, my little Babysaurus. :)

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posted by Abez @ 3/28/2007 10:23:00 PM