31 Dec
Out of the Mouth of Babes
Short and sweet conversations with the cousins.
Cast:
Adnan -4 years old. Well I think he’s 4. He could be 3. Don’t say anything, I’m usually good with remembering such things.
Najat-now 8ish (I think) but at the time of the conversation she was about 5 or so. Again, I think (kidding!)
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Last night while his mom was making desert, I tried to distract Adnan with a series of questions and this is what ensued.
Amira: “Adnan, what superheroes are on your PJ’s? Can you name them for me?”
Adnan: “Superheroes? Ok, yes, this one is Spiderman. This one is I-ran Man (Iron Man). This one is Hulkman.”
Amira: “Oh do you mean The Hulk?”
Adnan: “No. I mean Hulkman.” (walks away)
I stand corrected. And sort of dissed, actually.
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This was a conversation between Najat and Elham (my sister) a few years ago. Eavesdropping on children is fun by the way.
Najat: “Do you know what happened?”
Elham: “What?”
Najat: “I tried to scare someone in the closet, but no one was there.”
Elham: “So what happened?”
Najat: “Nothing. I just scared the air.”
30 Dec
Twitter Me Timbers
I don’t really have anything awesome or embarrassing to share today except that I’ve officially succumb to my urge to make a Twitter account. Oh big whoopty whoop, right? But hold your horses buddy. Let me explain that I used to be anti-Twitter because it takes me forever and more to warm to internet-socializing-keep-in-touch type of things although I do love meeting new people and staying in touch.
So why can’t I jump on board with things that help me do just that?
I do not know.
Let’s take Facebook for example. I hated Facebook and refused to make an account for the however many years it was around. That is, until last year when I caved into immense peer pressure and made an account, but even then I hardly used it. I don’t know honestly, I just feel like it’s like a loose bridge to relationships/friendships for me. I add someone as a friend and hardly keep up or talk past the general introductory “Hey! How are ya!?” or “Miss you! Let’s keep up!” and…..? That’s pretty much it. I’m sure there are some avid and productive FB users who use it to it’s full potential, but I’m definitely not one of them.
And with the news feed and status setting on FB it’s sort of like Twitter anyways, so it’s kind of like a super Twitter with quizzes and farms and zoos. But I’m not what you would call “tech savvy”, so I could be way off base here. Could be.
But it is a great tool for easily contacting someone when you need to or want to. So I guess we can call it some sort of friend bank? Yeah, a friend bank. And some people are super rich of friends.
Man, I am just on a roll with these lame analogies, aren’t I!
Someone I know has over a 1,000 friends on her list. That’s incrediably insane to me because who can say they have 1,000 friends? You know who you are! Goodness woman, do you friend every single person you meet?! What is wrong with you! Kidding! Not really.
Oh yes, about Twitter. So I have some friends on it and it seems so appropriate for the moments when I need to announce or relay something and I text my husband or sister. But they hardly reply anymore or my sister texts back her default “lol”.
Amira: “OH *#$%^ I just got stabbed in the eye with a pencil!” (slightly exaggerated)
Seida: “lol”
Amira: “You are so fake.”
Sieda: “lol”
Amira: “I’m going to stuff your ‘lol’’s up your butt”
Sieda: “lol”
You see? She is useless.
So I’m thinking that Twitter is the place I need to go for such moments.
Not to mention what a convienent way it is to receive and throw out information.
And how happy Twitter makes the stalker in everyone.
This tidbit is a little lame of me I guess, but I was reading some reviews and opinions about Twitter because I can’t commit to something without reading reviews (it’s not like the company is going to tell you anything negative about their product or service. Duh.) and from what I’ve read, it’s not too bad.
So if you’ve read this far into my pointless Twitter and Facebook nonsense, then good for you! I’d give you a cookie or something, but I think we’d all be a little freaked out if my hand reach out of your screen and stuffed a cookie in your mouth, so “Good for you!” shall suffice for now.
Maybe you will get your cookie one day.
Oh and if you can’t get enough of my rubish here, then you can also tweet-twitter-twatter-whatever me at DefineMature1 on Twitter.
It was going to be just DefineMature, but some lady “presently in the UK” (as her profile stated) already took it. Does the fact that I searched out the person (named Diane) who took the one name I would’ve used and meanly showed my fist to the screen make me sound neurotic?
Because I did search her out. And I did show my fist to the computer screen. Argh.
But if you ever find yourself here, Diane, then to you I say “Hello! Nice username!”
21 Dec
The Age of Change
I’m not looking forward to the next couple of weeks because our little family is going to embark on so much change (such big, big change), that I literally ball up in anxiety and “aksmiuwnjibr!”-ness thinking about it. That was a full blown spaz attack, by the way.
Most of it I’m not ready to talk about, but the adjustments we need to make with Aiman are plenty to make a post out of. Firstly would be his bottle and how we are going to be damned to Hell for not having him off of it by now. He’s a 12 month old, guys. Let’s remember that although his pediatrician and dentist say that he should be off of it by the end of this month (so in about 10 more days?) let’s not forget that a) Saad and I HATE the cry-it-out method and don’t think it resolves anything without unnecessarily making Aiman, or any baby for that matter, cry. And we can’t bare to have Aiman cry his eyes out and feel like we’re ignoring him or not responding for something he feels like he needs, but can’t have, why? Because mom and dad said so –EH! NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
Anyway, to make a long explanation short, cry-it-out will not be practiced in this house. I’d rather hold him down and get him to drink his milk out of his sippy cup, if I have to. By the way, he’ll drink anything else out of a regular cup or his sippy cup, but his milk? He’ll actually give you a look that says exactly “Oh. hell. no. Don’t even try this mess again. Milk = bottle. Get it right.”
Wait, where was I? Oh yes: a) we don’t like cry-it-out and b) I don’t think any baby, or most at least, drop the bottle in a week or even in a month’s time. That’s a little unrealistic to me because he’s spent his entire life on a bottle and now the one thing he’s most familiar with and even dependent on for eating or drinking, he’s expected to just let go? No, I doubt it works that way. And it’s going to take extra time because we’re tying to make it as bearable as possible.
Another thing is our sleeping arrangements. Aiman is still sleeping in our bed at 12 months old and some days I wake up thinking OH SWEET BABY OF MINE, HOW I LOVE YOUUUU! Other days it’s more like THIS IS GOING TO BE THE VERY LAST NIGHT!
But let me tell you about his new set of tricks. You are already know that he bothers me out of my mind during the night, yet leaves Saad completely alone, right? Okay, so now he likes to sleep on his belly but only from his waist up, so his legs and hiney are propped up and the pillow underneath his upper body even out his posture. Does that make sense? Anyway, he ends up that way no matter how you lay him down and position/reposition him. And guess who’s pillow he loves more than any other? Mine. He starts off subtly at first and then makes his way onto my entire pillow leaving my head crammed in between the wall and the mattress.
This next trick is his favorite. Every night, in the middle of the night or early morning, he’ll suddenly jerk upright, look around, feel for my face until I turn face up, and then climb on top of me to sleep on my chest. He’ll get comfy sprawled out on my chest and sleep until we all get up.
So in the last few weeks we learned that “mother” is synonymous with “mattress”.
But this is a 26 lb baby on my chest, thinking he still weights 7lbs and not suffocating me. I also can’t sleep in one position (and especially on my back) throughout the night and whenever I try to move, Oh! Look! Heavy baby on my rib cage, locking me in place.
Saad says that all of his “tricks” from wanting extra attention to his early morning chest climbing escapades are just his ways of loving me. Which I love and appreciate. Sort of. But it’s also easier for him to say that when he gets a full night’s rest.
So I’m torn about moving him to his crib, which will be another hurdle to overcome like weaning off of the bottle. This one year mark comes with a lot of hurdles no one really mentions. At any rate, I’m looking for advice, tips, tricks -anything!- to help with either or both.
So if you have ideas or stories to make me feel better (because I will take that too), spill em!
I am more than desperate.
15 Dec
Needing Less Need
I don’t what’s going on, but for the last few days Aiman has been very “needing” of me. He goes ballistic if I leave the room or walk away, even if he’s with his dad. He wants to be everywhere I am and do everything with me, and yes if you’re wondering, that does include the restroom.
Recently Aiman and I were home alone during his “I can never be left alone” moments and I really, really had to pee. I mean seriously, my bladder was a drop away from total failure. Aiman wouldn’t let me go and I couldn’t sneak away either because I read about how sneaking away causes more anxiety in children, leading to trust issues -blah blah blah. And I sort of take it seriously, so I couldn’t leave him screaming just to empty my bladder.
So I did the only thing I could and took him into the restroom with me, but that just wasn’t good enough for him -Oh no, no, no -he needed to sit on my lap.
Grrreaat
I brought in his motorcycle/bike thing, but he didn’t give it a second glance. All the while, I’m literally shaking because I’m about to wet myself any second when I just couldn’t take it anymore and scooped him up and just went.
Anyhow I can’t seem to keep Aiman busy with anything and I find myself avoiding eye contact with him if he is playing independently because as soon as he realizes that he’s not with me, IT’S OVER!
Cue the crying and “Mamamamamaaaaaaaaaaaa” and pick me up now, now, now.
Saad deploys a funny method to keep him busy when he needs to get things done. If he needs to finish reading up on something, for example, he’ll sit on the couch and have Aiman’s toys scattered around, but hides a few really good ones behind him on the couch. When Aiman is bored and starts crawling to the huz to be picked up, he whips out one of the toys, teases him a little with it so that Aiman’s interest is peaked, then randomly tosses it somewhere in the living room.
Repeat when necessary and WALA! Busy baby and productive dad.
At first I was like “You’re treating him like a puppy!” and he said “It’s also why I don’t have to stay up til 3am finishing projects, but you do.”
Good point.
“You’re a genius that treats him like a puppy!”
“But a genius that sleeps like a baby…while his wife is still working”
“Ok, ok, you made your point…”
Note: Saad spends lots of quality time with Aiman aside from these puppy games.
Anyway I tried his method with no avail. Kid is pretty resistant to anything I try to keep him with busy with. And let me clear it up by saying that I do love the attention and usually give in to him, but things need to get done!
Are you going to do my domestic duties for me?
No?
Yeah, I thought so.
14 Dec
Preparation H For Irrationality
I’ve written about this before, but let me just go ahead and say that Baby Itch 2009/2010 has officially started.
So in the last five to six months alone I’ve heard of 7 pregnancy announcements, 2 birth announcements, and seen about 3 preggo bellies on a regular basis.
There is something in the water or air and needless to say, baby season is back!
And the sprouts of bellies and babies are doing horror to my rationality about having another one.
The huz and I would definitely like indulge in more diapers, teeny tiny clothes, sleepless nights, and new baby bliss, but can’t really jump on the band wagon right now. Besides my husband grew up as the only child and in his words “can’t do that to Aiman” so at least one more is in our plans for the future, but when is the problem.
We’re thinking that sometime around Aiman’s second birthday would be perfect, but mama doesn’t know if she can hold out for that long.
My uterus is-a-itchin’ for another.
Vacant womb looking for resident!
But I guess in the meantime, I’m going to try to keep my insanity to a minimum and stay away from the baby section in stores. And leave my pregnant friends alone; try not to live vicariously through them. Maybe lock myself up in a room full of screaming infants/toddlers and try to remember that I love not waking up every two hours for a feeding.
But I do love all of that stuff!
The next few months are going to be interesting.
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I wrote that last week when I was crazier than normal. Rereading that now makes me say “Whaaaaaat? NO WAY!”
Somehow the itch has been relieved and I am no longer baby hunting, which is a good thing at this point in time for us.
The overbearing realization of what’s to come for our little family has plenty to do with it, most notably regarding my completing of undergrad and ___ ? What would be next after that is still a huge question mark floating around.
So until I have something to fill in the blank for, my uterus is putting down its vacancy sign.
The shop is closed for now.
11 Dec
When Eating Is Risky
How do you get your child to eat table food without him puking his guts out?
That’s the million dollar question right now because Aiman doesn’t seem to keep anything down! Well, more accurately, he doesn’t keep any “real food” down, but does fine with pureed baby food. But when you’re trying to eat and a baby looks at your food with longing eyes and starts salivating, how are you supposed to refuse that child a bite.
Just one.
Just one little bite.
BAD IDEA!
Because there’s always the risk of him completely throwing up everything he’s had because he’ll choke on something -whether his own spit or a teeny tiny fragment of food-and cough, then vomit and continue to gag everything he’s had back up.
And I mean everything.
We literally feed him in fear of this one bite or that one spoonful being the one that causes a vomit avalanche. I say that he has the strongest gag reflex ever, but his pediatrician says that he’ll outgrow this phase.
Today I gave him some peas* and “he didn’t take it well” doesn’t even close to what happened. He choked and the entire 9 ounces of milk came back up.
Did you know that regurgitated whole milk looks like extra, extra thick cottage cheese? With a foul odor. Want to know just how incredibly disgusting I am? After he was done with puking everything up and allll over the living room, I was cleaning it up and picked up a glob of the “cheese” just to feel it’s consistency. Squished it a little, thought it was interesting, and then finished cleaning it up.
And fyi, it’s not as smooth as breast milk or slimy as formula.
Then later he had ravioli with turkey and vegatables and was fine! whoohoo! But I’ll admit that I was on guard the entire time and had shiny things, songs, and toys on standby to distract him from throwing up if he started gagging.
That’s how it usually goes; can’t feed him something new without standby distractions. And sometimes a bucket.
My husband and I also get a lot of crap from family members who think Aiman should be eating regular food by now, but we’re not going to rush anything. They say that we should’ve started him on solids earlier (he started at four months) or given him bits of food earlier (he started table food around 8ish months), but I doubt it would’ve made a difference. Aiman will get used to it when he gets used to it and as long as he doesn’t choke, everything is fine.
But he usually does**.
It’s alright baby love! You’ll get used to it sooner or later and we’ll continue to clean up the mess in the meantime.
But I’d appreciate it if you got used to it sooner rather than later.
*this isn’t the first time he’s had peas, but I was trying to sneak it into his mouth. Why sneak? Because he takes a good look at whatever anyone feeds him and only if he agrees will he allow you put it in his mouth. Oh and he generally doesn’t like green foods for some reason.
**In his defense, he doesn’t have his molars and only has two (incisors?) teeth in the front, at the top and bottom. So technically chewing isn’t possible. And if you can’t chew your food, how can you swallow whole bits of it without choking? I understand you, baby boy…
10 Dec
To My SONshine
I don’t know where to begin with this letter and I’ve honestly been stressing over it for a while because 20-something years from now when you’re reading this, I want you to know just how much you mean to me and your daddy. I really struggle in finding the right words to convey the emotions accurately, but the truth is that the appropriate words don’t exist, so forgive me while I use what colloquy I can.
Three o’seven AM this morning on December 10th, will mark the 365th day of your long awaited arrival and conclusion of the most life defining year of my life. A year overflowing with the purest of love, most demanding of life, and sweetest of rewards.
Your birth sparked a new journey for me, one that I will proudly wear as part of my identity for the rest of my existence. Everyday I look at you and wonder how I could be so lucky, just so incredibly lucky, to have this experience with you.
In this one year alone you’ve showed me what it’s like to love fiercely and unconditionally. To think, breath, and live for
the sole purpose of someone else. You’ve also showed me how much I need to learn, to mature. How much I need to be better in everything I do because it’s all for you. You’ve taught me that being selfless can be a good kind of selfish, in the sense that sacrifice on my part can benefit you, which is what I want more than anything else.
You’ve taught me more in a year than I’ve learned in my whole life.
Till this day I stare at you while you sleep, wondering what dragons you’re slaying in your sweet, peaceful slumber. When the glimmer of the night illuminates you face, your perfect silhouette illuminates my heart and it beats faster knowing that you’re mine to love forever. The way you insist on sleeping nestled into the left side of my chest tells me that the sound of my heartbeat is still powerfully comforting to you. The countless ways you show me you love me from slobbery kisses, complete with little bites from time to time, to wanting no one but me when you’re upset makes all of the sleepless nights and dirty work of motherhood more than worth it.
Much, much more than worth it.
I will also admit how you have tested my patience, even as young as you are, and how many times I’ve felt defeated by an infant. The times when I’ve cried along side with you because it was just too much to bare. The exhaustion of caring for you coupled with my own struggles reached the depths of my soul and forced me to mature faster than in any other point of my life –something I am thankful for.
My son, you posses numerous valuable qualities that are apparent as early as this stage in your life and that I hope serve as the foundations for your actions.
I hope that your iron-clad will for the things you want translates into your determination to strive for the best in your ambitions. I hope your gregarious personality brings you true friends, and more importantly, that you encompass what it means to care for your fellow man. I hope that your motivation drives you to succeed and that you have the confidence and strength to live up to your own definition of success. I hope that your heart melting smile brings about smiles from others. I hope that your imprint in the world leaves inspiration and positive trails for others to follow.
Ultimately I hope and want and dream the absolute best for you so that you in turn give your best back to the world.
This past year is only the beginning of a long, challenging, and beautiful journey, one that I know will have it’s peaks and pits, but your mere existence makes me want to be a better human being for your sake, and mine. Therefore I promise to give you my best because you simply deserve it.
Aiman, we are so very happy to wish you a Happy First Birthday our sweet, sweet love, our utter joy.
Here’s to many more candles on your cake!
I Love You Forever and Always,
Mama
9 Dec
Cha-Cha-Chain of Love
Ladies and gentlemen, Amira has officially ended the semester! WOOOHOOO!
I am DONE DONE DONE with exams, papers, finals, and basically survived that one hellacious week after Thanksgiving and before finals. Actually I not only survived, but made it out with the grades I wanted so this is one little happy camper right here.
And! there was a Scare Tactics marathon on SyFy yesterday. I absolutely love shows like scare tactics because aside from laughing babies, people getting scared out of their minds all for the sake of a practical joke cracks me up. Oh and on national T.V.? Yes, please!
And! We finally got Aiman the new jackets, socks, and shoes he really needed. Kid is growing out of his clothes every week and has a closet of new clothes now. He also got some more books, which I can’t get enough of for him.
And! there’s a festival in the Heights this weekend with SNOW, lights, food, caroling, and other wonderful festivities that I’m more excited about than I’ve ever been for a festival. So I’m going to get the huz and baby to go. Counts us there, come heaven or hell, festival coordinators!
And! Aiman had his first dental appointment yesterday and the verdict was good! He had a general cleaning and got a sugar-free lollipop, which he hasn’t eaten yet. Or maybe he won’t at all. I’m not entirely comfortable about giving him candy at this age because he’ll have his whole life, and especially his childhood, for it so I think sparring him one lollipop is okay.
No, I didn’t give it to him so that I could have it. That’s low.
And! The best news is about this Thursday.
What’s today? Wednesday, December 9th, right? Dudes and duddettes my baby/little love/my heart incarnate is going to be A ONE YEAR OLD TOMORROW!
Friends have asked what we’re planning to do and we honestly have no clue whatsoever because how do you rejoice such an amazing year in one day? We don’t want a huge blowout par-taaay with elephants, fairies, and unicorns, but we do want something special. At this point we’re most likely going to have a small family affair and possibly with some of his infant and toddler friends.
But WOW -freakin’ -WOW.
Do you understand that at this time last year he was a 39 week -6 day old fetus in my uterus and is now a full-out toddler(ish)?!
Blows my mind.
2 Dec
Making As Much Sense As Fried Ice Cream
Fried ice cream is real by the way. So is chicken fried bacon, fried avocado bites, deep fried twinkies, and fried coca cola. Visit your state fair for your one stop shop for a heart attack on a stick!
I need inspiration for writing something, anything! I don’t know what to say or have a story to tell. Actually, I finally do want to talk about something that came to mind today because it was such punch in the face to finally admit to it after letting it roam around in my subconscious for so long.
Super vague and so annoying of me, I know, but I want to talk about it properly and not just throw out my thoughts without carefully thinking about them. We all know that can come back and bite you in the ass. Like, bite off your whole ass if it’s bad enough.
Side note: there was absolutely nothing due in the last couple of days before the Thanksgiving break -NOTHING! This is what I like to call the calm before the storm.
Now that we’re back in session for the semester EVERYTHING FOR EVERY CLASS is suddenly due, and I think these school officials or whoever the hell is it that makes up the academic calendar expects students to actually do school work during their time off from school. Now tell me, isn’t that a little dumb unfair ? Anyways, I have test after test, if not actual finals to study and catch up for. This is the “storm” part and it’s one hell of a disaster.
Back to the topic, I’ve had a severe writer’s block for the longest time, actually, so it the “storm” was sort of convenient, but now that I have things that I want to talk/write about, it’s a huge splinter of annoyance.
Random note: Today I changed my cousin’s diaper and for the first time genuinely thought that I might actually pass out or die from the stench of a dirty diaper. I fear for me and Saad when Aiman start eating more table foods because they make diapers smell so damn bad. And I won’t even go into the consistency. Well I could, but I’m sure you would mess up your screen with vomit. And who wants to clean up dripping vomit? No one.
But my cousin is the just the cutest!
So I guess this post is really just a scattered collection of thoughts and excuses. I’m good with that sort of stuff.
I should really, really be reading up on Effect Size and other statistical properties under Socialization and Social Roles, as much fun as that sounds, right?
I wonder what it feels like to not be in school? Or more specifically, to complete all of your formal education. Seems like a distant dream at this point…
You all* come back for the regularly scheduled programming, ye hear**!
* I really hate saying “yall” and I think it’s expected from us southerners, but you know what? I WILL NOT CONFORM.
** I have no problem with ” ye hear”.











