April 28, 2005


I haven’t blogged in a while, not much going on. I'm still on the "diet" and it's surprisingly easier than I thought. Of course I have moments of weakness, but 95% of the time I'm able to step away from the chocolate.

The kid's have a few days off school for Easter, so it’s nice to be able to sleep in a bit. I hate alarm clocks. I swear, EVERY DAY, when the alarm rings, I'm always like "huh...what the?...what's that noise?" (In my head, I don't actually say that) I never hear it and think "oh, the alarm."

I guess I'm kind of a deep sleeper. It has its good points and bad. The good thing is I can sleep through the neighbors fighting, and the loud music outside. The bad, on the other hand has gotten better over the years with the responsibility of hungry children and what not. Years ago when I lived in my parent's house my brother woke me up from a mid afternoon nap because, apparently he broke his finger playing basket ball. Me, half asleep brushed off his swollen blue digit and rolled over. I still feel so bad about that. (Don't worry my mom came home and he went to the hospital) I'm surprised he forgave me for that. His sleep is a whole other level of deep. Comatose deep. We have a little habit of calling him Arabic for corpse. But again, when there's something to be done he is up and Adam. (What does that figure of speech mean anyway?) (edited in '08 to add that I realize now that the phrase is "Up and at'em, duh)

Even when I feel there aren’t enough hours in the day, sweet slumber usually takes priority. When I'm really tired I fall asleep within a minute of hitting the pillow, and if at some point during the night I regain partial consciousness only to change positions, I revel in how delicious this sleep is. Sleep is, in fact a blessing from Allah, so Alhamdullilah.

April 23, 2005

Go Me!

So I am actually sticking to a diet, almost a week now. I don't really like the word "diet". To me it implies that it's temporary, and I really don't want to go back to the "all you can eat" mentality. I don't have a scale, so I can't really tell how I'm doing until it's actually visually noticeable, InshaAllah.

I have cut out sweets, other than the sugar in my coffee or tea. I'm not snacking at all. I have a big breakfast, a light lunch and dinner and don't eat at night anymore. That was a huge problem for me. I already feel better even if just mentally. We'll see how it goes, but I feel good about this and resisting the sweets/snacks/carbs (somewhat) is getting easier each day.

Now to implement some kind of exercise...

You Can Not Resist

Yesterday we went to the beach with some friends. My kids were meant to play on the sand but ended up halfway into the water anyway. It was very nice. The water looked so inviting.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Zayneb chillin in the sand

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D & Z wading, stepping on dead jelly fish

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Salwa kept going back in to wash off the sand, then sat in the sand again

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April 17, 2005

April 16, 2005


My friend brought me some very nice night cream from Poland, I love it.

I can't understand anything on the label, as it's in Polish, but included was some info in Braille. Dawood was absolutely fascinated by this. He sat with his eyes closed moving his finger over it, as if somehow it would just come to him.

April 10, 2005

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Is this normal?

Should this bother me? I'm not used this, In the US, men usually don't go gaga over a cute baby or little girl. Here It's constant. Whenever men pass by Zayneb while she is waiting for the bus, or out anywhere, they have to say "Ezayak ya gameel" (How are you, beautiful) or something like that. Most even touch her face or hair. She is just a 5 year old, so it doesn't phase her, she likes the attention. Me, on the other hand, while watching her, waiting for the bus, I just fume! I want to yell "GET AWAY FROM MY LITTLE GIRL YOU CREEPY WEIRDO MAN!" But I don't.

Part of me says, that this is just normal here, but it still REALLY bothers me. What do you think?

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The Safiyah Update

Safiyah is 6 months old today. It flew by! She now rolls over to her stomach and back, in one direction. She's on the move! She eats rice cereal and had a mashed up banana the other day. Loved it! She also gnaws on a hard toast like biscuit but I'll only give it to her if I am watching her. It's hilarious to see her smacking her gums, in awe this new way to eat. She is, mashaAllah, a happy, content baby. Safiyah does this cute thing when her dad smiles at her, she will smile and then look away, all shy like! We love it! She loves watching her sisters and brother playing and often laughs out loud when they run about, and laugh themselves. She has a great little giggle and a hearty, can't catch her breath all out laugh. She uses them appropriately, depending on what's going on and her mood. She also says funny stuff like dadadadadada and lalalalalala. So articulate, this one. I love you Safiyah!

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A shout out to Z to the A to the YNEB.

Zayneb is wonderful. For over a month now she has been talking about a "hafla" or recital her class was having. It was today, they memorized songs for it and were to perform on stage. They required us to get a pink dress, white tights and white shoes. Ok, we figured we can find a simple summer dress she can use again. Then we got the invite, it was 5le each, which was ok, but written on it was: No children and no photography.

UGH, What?? What is the point. She wanted Dawood and Salwa to see her. We wanted to video tape her and take pictures to share with grandparents and such. When we talked to her about it, she simply said. Ok, I'll just be absent. (Although the recital was in the evening, she though of it as school) I knew how much this meant to her, but being the selfless, kind child that she is, she immediately, and without hesitation, opted out. She said she wanted us all to be there, so it wasn't going to work out. "Next time" she said, giving us hugs. MashaAllah. Zayneb, you rock!


I have been feeling crappy, 'cause I have strep throat. It sucks. My right tonsil is swollen, painful and I can barely eat. Can one elect to have their tonsils taken out? Surely the pain of this simple surgery can't be worse than chronic strep throat. Plus I hear there is ice cream involved.

I cleaned out my closet today. By the way, closets here are not like, in the US, not little rooms in the wall. No, they are furniture, like a big cabinet. I don't know the word. Anyway I cleaned ours out today. Took out all the winter stuff, stuff we never use that takes up space, folded everything back in and now the doors actually close. It is a pretty sight. Now to tackle the kids' closet. It used to lock. This was great because it prevented Salwa from constantly taking everything out, and changing clothes, again and again. The key broke though. Now, I strategically wedge a piece of clothing in the door so she can't open it easily. She will out-smart me on that pretty soon, no doubt.