No More Poo! Yeah! :)

My Dear Son,

840 wipes.

80 nappies.

2 weeks.

That’s pretty much what we’ve gone through after our Malaysia holiday. Phew! Alhamdulilah, we’re now back to normal days in Arabia.

Just over 13 months old. What’s new? You’re taking more and more little steps, Alhamdulilah. A few days ago, your Dad came up with a little game where we dangle something in front of you, usually your toothbrush, (after he struggles with you as he brushes your teeth), and use it to motivate you to walk to us. So you end up walking between your Dad and I until you get tired, or we do :). You prefer to leap and run though as you get so excited. 🙂 It’s a nice before-bedtime routine and much fun 🙂 and it’s really helped you gain the confidence to get those feet one before the other. You are standing quite confidently on your own these days Alhamdulilah.

Linguistic comprehension. Dada, Mama, Papa, Baba, Daddy, Chicha (Dad’s brother), there, three, hamdulilah (somewhat), hello and some repetition of words you hear.

You can say ‘hello’ and put your hand – or whatever item is in your hand – by your ear as if on the phone. Sometimes you even babble an actual conversation. You like to take my cell phone and put it by your ear as well, when you get the chance. I don’t know how or where you learned to do this.

You understand clap, wave, kiss, but sometimes get confused.

Play. You play more by yourself these days Alhamdulilah, making a lot of noise as you crash one item into another. The other day it looked as though you were cooking, lol, as you used a plastic thing to crush some invisible stuff in a container. You also like playing with your spoon and plastic container. It’s amazing how these simple play things entertain you. Just the way you play too is amazing. Such simple play.

You continue to be very analytical in your playing, fitting different things together, figuring out how things work, how they open and close, like zips and keys in keyholes (the other day you were getting so frustrated because you couldn’t figure out how the key works). It is something I would like to remember for years to come inshaAllah. Perhaps it’s a special skill we need to nurture.

Mischief. Toilet paper rolls, tissues, things being knocked over. A super fast mischievous little explorer on the lose. The other day you knocked over your Dad’s drink before he could catch it! You’re continuously trying to reach for things, like shaking your drawers to get the items on top to fall, just as long as you can get to it, or pulling the blanket to you in order to reach those tissues on the bed. Analytical thinking, I’d say. You also have a super fast eye for seeing things you shouldn’t, like when we’re trying to hide something from you. You know just when to look!

You’ve got this new habit of eating cement and/or paint that you scratch off the bottom of the walls. Ai! Everything goes in the mouth. I have to be really quick to get to you before you swallow.

Alhamdulilah, you are getting used to me ‘ignoring’ you as I perform salah, as long as I don’t take too long. I think you realise when I’m in the tahiyyat position that I’m nearly done. You tend to get impatient at this point. But Alhamdulilah, things are much easier now.

We look forward to many more little steps and joys to come. Ameen.

With love,


Family, oats and tissues!

My Dear Son,

Our days have become very quiet in Arabia. It’s quite a contrast to what you were used to back home. But, Alhamdulilah, there’s positives and negatives to every change. You should always know that you have an extremely caring and loving family back home though, from grandparents, aunties and uncles to cousins. They’re all mad about you and are missing you a lot. There’s really nothing like family. Alhamdulilah.

We have been skyping with everyone back home. It is really a blessing that we can maintain contact, Alhamdulilah. You are, however, still very confused by the whole see-you-through-the-computer-screen thing. You just stare at everyone. It’s not how they know you but I think two or three more tries and you’ll be your old babble self again. Ameen.

Right now you are sitting next to me, reaching out to, once again, grab the cord of the radio, after I have taken it from you so many times today. You have so many toys around you, but how your eyes and hands catch the exact things it shouldn’t, I don’t know. You had a nice full supper Alhamdulilah. Carrots and oats. Oats for supper? Yep, as long as you’re eating and putting on those kilos, you can have oats the whole day! Mmmm… But maybe that’s not the best idea, hey. I don’t want you to be a picky eater. It’s really your favourite food right now though. Almost never fails, with a bit of brown sugar, of course. Ai, that sweet tooth! Another thing you love right now is pineapple juice! Well, I’m not sure if you love it or if you’re just fascinated with the straw and that you can now drink through a straw. Yes, you can drink through a straw, since yesterday!! 🙂 Now I’m just waiting for your food to digest – as you now pull out and tear up the tissues you just got your hands on, your latest favourite activity – before I put you in your bath. Okay, I think it’s about time now. Let’s get that water running! 🙂

With love,

Separation Anxiety

My Dear Son,

It’s been a while since I last wrote, much has happened though. We are now living in Arabia, Alhamdulilah. Daddy, you and I.

Daadi, Mama, Papa and your aunties and uncles are all missing you back home, wondering if you are missing them too. I don’t know if you are. I don’t know if you realise that we have moved, that we are in a different place, that there are people missing from your everyday. You seem to be adapting well though, Alhamdulilah. You are also sleeping more peacefully, Alhamdulilah. You are developing well, MashaAllah.

37 weeks old. Right now you are refusing to let me put you down. Somehow we’ve landed back to sleeping on the breasts (probably from the time you were sick). You have always hated being alone but these days I can barely put you down before you start crying a heartwrenching cry. Two words come to mind. Separation anxiety? That’s what the ‘experts’ call it. Babies don’t understand the concept of leaving and returning. So, when I leave you, you think I’m never coming back. My dear son, how do I reassure you that, when I leave you, as long as Allah (SWT) wills, I will always return to you, I haste to return to you. What I don’t understand is, each time I come back, does it not help you understand that I will always come back, inshaAllah? But then again, the experts say your memory is incomplete at this stage. So, does that mean you don’t remember me leaving and coming back? Mmmm… Oh, well… I just have to keep reminding myself that this stage too will pass, just like the latching difficulties and the runny popo nappies soiling your good clothes after nearly every feed. Just as those phases have passed, this will as well. Ameen. May it be sooner rather than later. Ameen.

With love,