Monday, December 7, 2009

Plane, Trains , & Automobiles (Dallas Style)

"Baby 'Tista" took her first plane ride with you to Dallas, TX. We went to go see your grandparents, who spoiled you rotten. I love that I love going to visit them, they are so good with you and Baby Girl.

It took us sooo long to get through security. I'm going to be nice and say it wasn't a hijabi thing... It was right after the Ft. Hood tragedy, and I was both sad and litlle skeptical about flying to, of all places, Texas. Being directlly after the incident, I was very worried for our safety. I asked Allah to guide us, but it was the first time I began to think that my sweet little hijab(lol) could be a hinderance to us getting from Point A to Point B.

I've been harassed more times that i can count, but what can you really do about it--security is security. Alhamdullilah, it was a seamless trip through Baltimore Washington International Airport... Mommy is going to be militant and call it it's proper name, Thurgood Marshall Airport. I was extremely nervous about flying with two little ones, but you both were remarkably well behaved... Okay, I won't mention how you started jumping up and down and screaming "Obama" at the top of your lungs while on the tarmac of the returning flight. Yeah, we won't mention that.








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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Coming Back

I'm listening to you Zayd. Using your same old e-flat pitched note as an instrument in your world of make believe. We're in California with Grammy Jeddah and G-Dad. You seem to be as happy as can be, although I know you miss your daddy. You actually told me as much.

I'm loving you as a big brother. A part of you is still a baby, but a part of you has already grown to become Mommy's Big Boy. As chauvinistic as it may sound, there is no greater pride than having a strong, healthy, and beautiful son. I love your little strange witty self. I thank Allah for you everyday. In fact, i need to thank HIM more. I love you my beautiful boy. My sweet little Chocolate Frog. Mommy's Lil Butt Butt. Zaydee-Pooh.

We won't try to fill in the blanks, but at the same time, I'll try my hardest to catch up where I left off.

Okay, let's clean, dance, and listen to funky Moroccan Jazz with Baby 'Tistah on my back. I love you --- I love our life together.