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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