It’s been so long…


My Dear Son,

It’s been so long since I’ve last written. I barely have the time or energy these days. Much has been happening Alhamdulilah. You are now one week away from 19 months old. You are growing and learning so much Alhamdulilah.

Since the last time I wrote, you’ve been to Makkah and Madinah and thoroughly enjoyed yourself with all the family (Mom’s side and Dad’s side). You went with your father right to the Prophet’s (SAW) grave, Alhamdulilah. We did not take you on any umrahs this time round though as it was very hot and full. We left you with your grandparents, Alhamdulilah. It was so nice to be able to do that.

A few days after saying goodbye to the family in Makkah, we met up again back home in Cape Town. On the flight to Cape Town you were so good mashaAllah. You were the ultimate social butterfly, walking up and down the aisle,  talking and playing with all the people. They all loved your company! 

On one of our flights to Madinah though, it was the complete opposite! Shoo! What a nightmare that flight was! For all of us! You were shouting uncontrollably! We think you were overstimulated from all the sweets people had given you at the airport… Anyway, you seem to be quite the traveler since then, Alhamdulilah. 🙂

In Cape Town, you were quite the showman! You loved all the attention and people around you. You slept better (next to your Daadi) and you ate better too! Alhamdulilah! You definitely are a social boy.

Your three most used words these days are: more (taught by Papa), hot (taught by Daadi) and water (taught by Phoepoe) :). The word ‘more’ you use correctly most times, but ‘hot’ has become any and everything dangerous or bad, like when you knock your head against the wall. The wall then becomes ‘hot’ (I try to then use the opportunity to teach you the word ‘hard’, to no avail). ‘Water’ has become everything you could possibly drink. 🙂

The most recent big recording I have to make is your weaning off the breasts, Alhamdulilah. It didn’t take long. On the morning of 23 August, after breastfeeding you for a long time and still not getting you to sleep, I was exhausted and told your Daddy, today is the day. Your Daddy then tried to put you to sleep, to no avail. You knew what you wanted. You knew we were not giving it to you. You understood well what was happening. I also told you at one stage, “No more milk” and pointed to the breasts. So, the screaming, shouting, kicking and throwing things started and went on whole day basically. The next day wasn’t that bad, you just kept pulling at my tops, trying to get to what you wanted. Now and again you would vent out again. Nap times were the worst. You were only allowed one feeding a day, it was just before bed. I would breastfeed you to sleep. And that was it. Even if you woke in the night, which you still do, you just got cow’s milk from your sippy cup (now just water). After four days of just one night feeding every night, I replaced that with milk, sometimes Pediasure. You were absolutely fine. I think at this point you were  over the whole milk deal. 🙂 Three days and nights went by with absolutely no milk and I thought this must be it. And it was! Alhamdulilah. Took you about four days (and a lot of dua!) to say bye-bye to about one and a half years of attachment. Alhamdulilah! 🙂

Now, the next challenge awaits us as you take off your pants, stick your hands in your nappy, pull at your nappy, take off your nappy… Aaaaah! Drives me crazy! Your Dad has started putting you on the toilet once every night just before your bath.

The other thing we’re slowly conquering is you being able to be on your own for short periods, like when I need the bathroom. Before, I was never able to close the door because you would then shout and cry hysterically. Now, we are slowly getting there. I’m just letting you cry a bit sometimes. Earlier though, you were so determined that you managed to open the door on your own! I didn’t even know you could reach! So now I have to lock the door.

Besides reaching door handles though, you are able to stand on your little chair and open your room’s door with ease (something your Dad taught you). You’re also giving me a hard time as you grab anything you can think of to use as a step to get you places you can’t yet reach, like Mom and Dad’s bed.

You are becoming a big little boy now, Alhamdulilah. Moreso because you are going to be a big brother soon inshaAllah. Yes, we will soon welcome a new little bundle to our family. Ameen. And you will be showing your sister or brother all the tricks. 😉

With love,

Mommy

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10 Steps to Positive Discipline


Something for me to remember, especially these days when my patience is under evaluation by lively performances, otherwise known as tantrums. 

1. Know your child.
2. Know what is “Normal.”
3. Adults are accountable as models.
4. Adults must maintain self-control.
5. Adults must be able to see the world from the child’s point of view.
6. Adults must speak clearly and assertively to children.
7. Recognize that discipline is an opportunity to teach, not punish.
8. The adult must be in relationship with the child.
9. Seek solutions not blame.
10. Communication with the intention of love, not fear.

Taken from : https://www.facebook.com/IslamForKids123 

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Oooooh, that Temper!


My Dear Son,

It seems that temper hasn’t left since your infant days, or is it resurfacing? A few days ago, you learnt what it means to sit. Usually – if you’re not in your feeding chair, which is quite often since you started walking – you stand around me clumsily when I’ve got food, sometimes almost knocking the food over or causing a mess, while waiting for me to put the next spoonful in your mouth. So, the other day, I thought it’s high time you learn to sit and eat. And, Alhamdullah, it just took a few seconds to teach it to you! Within seconds, you got the message that you needed to sit before I’d put food in your mouth. How happy was I! But… now… that temper… and stubbornness. The next  day, you actually made me doubt whether you really understood the whole concept and association of meaning because you just refused to sit. I said, “Sit” and you just would not. As soon as I began thinking maybe you didn’t actually grasp the concept after all, while, at the same time – in the hope that you might sit – saying, “Sit. sit. sit”… What did you then go and do? You gave a big squealing shout in annoyance, plopped yourself down in frustration, accepted the food in your mouth, then got up again leaving your mother in amazement. Now that’s attitude. At fourteen and a half months. So, all along you were just being stubborn. Oh, and that temper! I wonder where you inherited that from? Definitely not from your father.These days I’m beginning to see the truth in what they say about children understanding more than what we think they do! Eish!

May Allah, Most Compassionate, erase that little temper as the years go, and may Allah, Most Patient, bless me with the patience to know how to handle your different temperaments and tantrums. Ameen!

With love,

Mommy