While playing dentist:
Hana: mama, what happened to your tooth?
Me: I got cavity as a kid.
Hana: baba shouldn’t have married you then
*ouch* #parentingfail
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Snowfall March 13, 2013
As I look out the window and see all the amazing snow, I can’t help but be awed by the beauty of it all.
I love winters. I love snowfalls. I love making snow angels, i love catching snow flakes with my tongue, i love the feel of a warm cup of hot cocoa, and I absolutely love, love, love cuddling into a warm blanket after a cold walk outside. I love how snow days mean no school or work and yes, tobaganning on the hill. it means hot soups and hot chocolates with marshmallows. its warmth of the loved ones kind.
I love how the snow not only covers the ground, it also brightens up the skies. I find it so beautiful, in a way only nature could do it so perfectly, the way the snow engulfs the dirt underneath and puts forth an amazing, serene scenery. Embracing the faults yet, forgivingly, lets the purity shine.
Pics to follow..
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Home again..
– My mind’s in so many places. Its a journey that grew me, but threw me in so many directions too. Mentally, physically AND emotionally.
– Loved being out and about with a purpose as opposed to endlessly being home. Made some amazing friendships, learnt soooo much. However, there was always that nagging feeling that the best part of my day was for others while the kiddos got my cranky, exhausted part. Short changed again.
– more to come later..
Back to Work! August 11, 2012
Wednesday saw me go “back to work” for the first time in 8 years. Alhamdolillah.
An awesome opportunity fell right in my lap, something that I’ve been dreaming to do “one day”. I applied for the position thinking, itd be nice to find out, never once thinking I’d get the position. I got a call, went for the interview and got offered the position on the spot. I drove back home numb. I didn’t tell DH I got offered the position. I just said “llets see”. That evening I told him I got it but I’m not sure. He jumped up with joy. Sooo excited. He even got the kidos excited and next thing I know, I was slobbered with kisses and hugs. I was still hesitant.
What about the kids?, I said. I’ll work from home, he said.
What about their daily swimming lessons?, I said. I’ll work from there, I said.
What about food, the house, the laundry etc etc?, I said. What else am I here for, he said.
Alhamdolillah. He’s been so supportive and on the days that I’ve been hesitant, he’s given me the push to go and achieve what I want.
There’s supportive and then there’s excited. He wanted to go shopping with me to buy new clothes. He wanted to select my first day outfit (but stuff happened and I had to stay at my moms instead)n he wanted to see a picture of me in my first day outfit. He was buzzing with excitement and while I was dying in self inflicted guilt.
The night before my first day at work, I had tummy cramps. I was plagued with guilt about working when I don’t need to, being absent during the day, leaving the kids with Imran, compounding his work with additional chores etc etc. My close friends thought I sounded like an oppressed woman who thought working was haraam. It really felt like I was standing at the edge of some dark and fathomless abyss where a mere breeze could shake my balance.
But then in true Imran fashion, he proved my guilt baseless. Imran has his own simplistic way of dazzling life. His own peculiar blend of stubborn, determined caring and sweetness that can make me feel exasperated and guilty(for worrying unnecessarily) by turns.
I returned home the next day with the kiddos waiting at the door, blocking it incase I arrived early coz they didn’t want me to walk in till Baba finished vacuuming. It felt good to know that they were waiting for me to return, even if only so they could surprise me.
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kinect adventures.. July 25, 2012
Pre-eesa, I had developed a grudge against video games. Perhaps it had to do with all the neurological statistics I had memorized during Psych101. Or maybe it has something to do with women hating video games in general. I had vowed my kids would never play video games. Physical and mental stimulation, brain cell damages etc etc. I had arguments upon arguments against it. More often than not, I would unleash these passionate arguments against poor Imran, who silently took off to his brother’s instead to play Xbox (not in my house, not in my lifetime!). I had the entire shpeel memorized and was ready to verbally shoot down anyone who dared to convince me otherwise!!
Come 2012, when I went ahead and gifted my two boys a Kinect. *gulp* (yup, one more of those mommy moments where I get to bite back my words). I happened to stumble upon the kinect at my bestie’s house last year. OMG i LOVED it. I played fruit ninja on it and what could be better than loosing a 100 calories while you… get this… play!!! Holy shmokes. Its a gaming system that requires no remotes! I LOVED it. It required u to move, unlike wii where you can sit down and flick the remote instead, you’re constantly on your toes and the avatar mimicks your moves.
Needless to say, its given us hours of fun and bonding time ever since. We’ve got a three game rule (yes, it applies to us parents too), whereby if we’re playing alone, we’re only allowed to play 3 games (5 mins each) at a time. If we’re playing as a family , we can play as many as we want together. This motivates the kids to include us in their play!
My wings.. June 9, 2012
There’s only one smile I need to give me the wings to fly.
In its absence, I feel grounded!
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Distance.. June 6, 2012
Waving goodbye to you is perhaps the toughest, most trying test of my endurance. My heart whispers silent prayers for your safety, while I silently remind my self that you’re by me only till God chooses for you to be. I try to hold my tears and head home…
… Where loneliness awaits me for its not truly home without you, is it. Did I mention that I miss you?
I do. Your laughter. The love in your eyes. I miss you, I really do.
The irony of it all is that as years go by, I can’t get used to it.
Oh I miss you, your annoying socks right next to the laundry basket and your game of bball which I pretend not be watching while I type away on your laptop. Your spicy chili and your biryani. Uff, I miss you. The twinkle in your eyes when you pinch my cheeks, the tenderness with which you put my hair behind my ears.
Aah! Your hugs and your jokes. The merriment within you. Looking askance, as though that is how you see the world, slightly lopsided, and all the merrier for it!
I miss u, come back soon!
Fun, Fun, Fun June 4, 2012
For the last three years, I’ve been throwing Eesa an end of the year party. As I’m preparing for this year’s party, I can’t help but go over the pictures from last year. I love throwing these parties for my kids. The joy on their face, makes the party all the more worth it for me.
Solar system based menu…
The goodies. The candy table, the handmade bags for candies made out of newspaper, door hanger and solar system information + colouring book!
The photobooths. The spacial “star-ry” background and the planetarium background!
“I am thankful for the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends”. ~Nancie J. Carmody
Relationships May 29, 2012
What is it about some people and their need to put you down to feel good about themselves!?
Alhamdolillah, my self worth is robust enough to keep the relationship dancing – albeit, I have to admit, the distance helps set the pace a more tolerable level! Sent from my BlackBerry Smartphone
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