My Dear Son,
SubhanaAllah. Sometimes I stare at you in sheer amazement. My little boy. I have a little boy, Alhamdulilah. Staring eyes, a searching face, a loving embrace, a gift of purity, a gift of love.
Ten days away from 1 year old, Alhamdulilah. At 1, you’re swift in your movements, able to stand on your own for short seconds but the confidence is not yet there. You’re still eyeing, grabbing, scratching out every little thing that you shouldn’t. You don’t care for alternatives as much as I try to place them in front of you, the thrill of chasing after what you shouldn’t is just too enticing. (I have a small trick that doesn’t work as often as I’d like though: sometimes I pretend that I don’t want you to do something or touch something, and then obviously you have to go and do just that. And then I think gotcha! Hahaha! Keeps you busy for a bit.) Your Dad and I were saying it’s like you just can’t help yourself. The curiosity is just too overwhelming. I heard somewhere that the most curious and interesting people in the world are babies and philosophers. I can only imagine the mischief when you start walking! Oh, gosh!
We’ll be going to Makkah and Madina soon inshaAllah. We’ve been trying to make you familiar with the Kabah by playing the Makkah channel on TV everyday and saying “Kabah” while pointing at the Kabah. You seem to think we’re just being weird. Lol!
So, at almost 1 year old…
You can still fit into 6 month old clothes.
You still like olive oil. (Now I take a spoonful every night as well. We just have to get your Dad on board now.)
Still like oats, cucumber, got a thing for juice through a straw.
Your new favourite: fruit salad with strawberry yoghurt.
You’ve got six teeth. You hate brushing them.
You don’t have a very big appetite, but you eat when you feel like it and I’m fine with that. You still prefer breast milk above all else.
You still sleep on the breast. And I’m fine with that too.
You still come crawling from your room to my side of the bed in the middle of the night. Most nights I’m too lazy to get up and tuck you back in your bed so you sleep between your Dad and I half the night.
You still like seeing yourself in the mirror. And you love watching videos of yourself. As soon as you hear us playing a video of you, you come rushing.
You have on and off days of being a good patient with taking your vitamins. One day, I noticed that it helps whenever I get all excited and say, “I’m going to tell Daadi and Mama and Papa what a good boy you are!” 😉 And then you immediately lay still and swallow. No mess.
You like hearing your own voice. You particularly enjoy trying out different throaty sounds.
You still repeat what you hear us say, like when you sneeze, and we say “Alhamdulilah”, you say it too, your version of it anyway. 🙂
One thing I particularly love is when you say “Daddy” ,or sometimes you just say “Da”, but we know you’re calling your Daddy. When I’m putting you to sleep, for instance, and you hear the door opening, no matter how quiet your Dad tries to be, you turn your head and say “Da” or “Daddy”. So cute, mashaAllah. Sometimes it does get a bit frustrating though, all my hard work to get you to sleep and then off you crawl to Daddy, saying “Da, Daddy, Da” as you march off to welcome your Dad home from work. 🙂
I’m still waiting for “Mommy”.
And… I kept the best for last. You know how to clap and wave!
I say, “clap” and you clap. 🙂 So cute, mashaAllah. It’s the first word you understand and are able to put into action. It’s actually an incredible thing, subhanaAllah.
It started a few days ago. I’d clap every time you took a spoonful of food, you’d then also clap. And then one day I wanted to record you clapping for your Aunty Kaya but you just would not put those hands together. The next day, you just randomly started clapping. And then, when you were eating, you just heard me say “clap” and before I could clap, as I usually did, you beat me to it! Now, after every spoonful of food that you swallow, you applaud yourself. You also have random moments where you just start clapping, like when we’re changing your nappy or putting you to sleep. Sometimes I just try to ignore you so that you can doze off already. You’re so proud of your new ability though. Alhamdulilah.