Confession no. 5048

May 29, 2010

As a child, for fun I ran on walls, climbed trees, stole free rides in privately owned swings by sneaking into the property while people slept during the afternoon hours and frequently wandered off to see my 7 year old boyfriend next door.

As a grown ass woman, I haven't changed much. I'm a terrible influence on my daughter, if you ask me. {Well, at least I don't have a 7 year old boyfriend anymore...Hahahaha. Ha}

Presenting: Muslim Toddler

I swear I didn't make her do it! When she picked it out of my house-scaves (the ones I wear when I'm cooking/cleaning etc), I didn't expect her to do more than hand it to me and then be on her merry way.

I certainly didn't expect her to wait patiently for me to tie it around her back, and was floored when she spent a few minutes pretending to adjust it like I do and checking out her profile, just like me

And then she goes and poses for the pictures. What parallel universe have I stepped into?

On another note, I have found a new obsession. Meet the Blogess, I love her humor and honestly, even though she sounds just as distracted as I usually am, I'm awed by her.

Who am I kidding? I wanna BE her!

Go see her for yourself and tell me you love her!

That's my girl!

My Monster confirmed today that she gets the more intelligent genes from me, by reading the manual to one of her gifts while Baba struggled with trying to find out how it turns on with opening it.


There is something everyone who knows me can vouch for: I will always read the manual. In this, Mr. Oz and I are the opposites; he'll sign any piece of paper after pretending to look over it but he's actually only placing where to put his signature. Me? I'll INHALE the thing!

I never open/put together/turn on anything without going through the manual first. I read both Mazda's and Subaru's manuals in detail while Mr. Oz dove right in and learned where everything was whenever he needed them. The disadvantage: He'd be looking all over the car for an easier-to-reach cigarette lighter for his phone/GPS/random item frantically WHILE driving and I'll smirkingly flip a hidden latch and reveal the lighter... RIGHT UNDER HIS NOSE. Or, he'd be hitting the PRE button on the stereo each time the song ends so he can listen to it again and after the 6th time I'll press a button that would turn out AUTO RPT and he'd be like "Wow, I've been driving this car for one and a half years and I didn't know there was a repeat button."

Dude, next time read the manual.

Monster's 2nd birthday-Take 1 and 2

Take 1: On the evening of Tuesday May 18, our good friend and daugher M come over to share cupcakes.
Take 2: Friday May 21, our Turkish friends and kids (including Monster's boyfriend Musti) come to hang out for dinner and cake. It was a delicious chocolate mousse cake from Canalle in East Elmhurst.

We didn't go all the way into the airplane theme because really, there isn't any to be found last minute. However, I was able to find plastic airplanes at party city that were a hit with Monster. Note in picture above, Iza's actually totally ignoring the cake because she's occupied by flying the little airplane!

I'm so blessed with my friends! Thank you ALL OF YOU for coming and making it a very very special day for my daughter. ((((HUGS))))

Meet Amina aka Radical Doll

For Monster's 2nd birthday, Mr. Oz had been itching to buy her this doll from an online Islamic bookstore. She's a cool little girl that teaches all the Muslim mannerism like saying "Assalam Aleykum" "Alhamdulillah" when she sneezes, and recites some short surahs from the Quran.

I hadn't posted about this doll because it, to me was serious business as I do want my daughter to learn these good things....Until, today Mr. Oz suggested we leave "Radical Doll" home. I was like....


Who?


Mr. Oz: You know...our radical Muslim doll?


lmao

The attack of the late late nap

I've always wished my Monster would sleep sometimes without the aid of back rubbing, singing, warm milk etc. For example, like today. This has happened only twice in the past. Of course, I have to take a picture each time.

My Dupatta/hijab style

Just linking back to one of the hijab blogs I read occasionally.

There is a how-to video of wearing dupatta as a hijab and it's the way I did it for a long time until I realized one day, I really need it to cover my chest. Evidence 1, the picture above. The chest straps of Monster's baby carrier look freakin' ugly on my not-36-anymore chest. I had to cover it somehow and on my feet in Puerto Rico, I came up with this fab way to wrap it and wrap it with modesty.

I just saved your eyes from witnessing hell on earth. You're welcome.

I can be coerced to post a how-to for this style if you say please =)

Happy Mother's Day

To all the moms that always make something special out of nothing: macaroni necklaces, potatoe stamps, funny faces to make us laugh between our tears, this day is for you.