Tuesday, September 23, 2008
13 Months
13 Month Update
Weight: 21lbs 10oz.
Words: Bye-bye, Da-dee, Night-Night, and a lot of babble.
Favorite Hobbies: Getting into anything and everything; taking diaper off and peeing in random places; sticking hand in toilet; throwing objects in toilet; screaming; running; anything that involves being in the presence of older children; ignoring Mommy; climbing on everything; going up and down the stair unassisted; bringing you a book to read, then walking away after page two.
Favorite Foods: Meat -- you name it, he loves it. Noodles, plums, peas, asparagus, salmon, breastmilk.
Teeth: Two top & two bottom.
Ramadan Mubarak!
The way it was looking, this was more so going to be an Eid Mubarak post! I pray that Allah accepts the prayers and fasting of all of the believers.
This photo pretty much sums my Ramadan up in a nutshell, and no, this is not a doctored photo. Zayd likes to throw things from his playpen onto my prayer rug while I make salaat. By the end of my prayer, it often looks like I'm an idol worshiper. If I don't put him in the pen, he tries to tackle me or grab my preyer rug and take off like a little banchee-- six in one hand, half a dozen in the other.
Ramadan with a toddler is a lot different than Ramadan pre-child. I spend a lot less time at the masjid, and the nights I do get there, I'm pleasantly surprised if Zayd can hang until Isha. it's different, but I know that this is yet another stage in my life. I try to utilize the last swatches of night and the early mornings before Zayd rises as much as possible. Alahamdullilah, this truly has been a blessed month. I've really enjoyed the quiet peacefulness of our household. I find myself getting lost in the little world that we've created. I'm so grateful for my guys.
We decided that wagon time was much more exciting than cleaning up that day.
This photo pretty much sums my Ramadan up in a nutshell, and no, this is not a doctored photo. Zayd likes to throw things from his playpen onto my prayer rug while I make salaat. By the end of my prayer, it often looks like I'm an idol worshiper. If I don't put him in the pen, he tries to tackle me or grab my preyer rug and take off like a little banchee-- six in one hand, half a dozen in the other.
Ramadan with a toddler is a lot different than Ramadan pre-child. I spend a lot less time at the masjid, and the nights I do get there, I'm pleasantly surprised if Zayd can hang until Isha. it's different, but I know that this is yet another stage in my life. I try to utilize the last swatches of night and the early mornings before Zayd rises as much as possible. Alahamdullilah, this truly has been a blessed month. I've really enjoyed the quiet peacefulness of our household. I find myself getting lost in the little world that we've created. I'm so grateful for my guys.
We decided that wagon time was much more exciting than cleaning up that day.
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