Sunday, August 31, 2008

Go to Bed Zayd



So it's 12:20AM, and my child is clapping in his crib and having a really heated debate with himself in baby talk. Go to bed Zayd! I know it's my fault. We spent the night over a friend's house last night, and we went to an amazing dinner party tonight. I know he's already off of his loosely based schedule. I guess that's why I've settled on just sitting in his room with him until he eventually falls out. Okay, he's back in protest mode. He just threw his blanket out of the crib. Now he has decided to lay down and kick the slates. Go to bed Zayd!



Okay, he's back up trying to be cute and social. I'm so not falling for it. Now he is running back and forth in his crib screaming and bouncing on his mattress. I'm going to bed. My kid is drunk with fatigue.. Goodnight Zayd. No, I don't want to talk to you right now. Maybe in the morning. Yes, you are really cute. No, I'm not picking you up. No, I'm not laughing with you. Yes, that is a wonderful trick; It will be even better when the sun comes up. You look like a little pacing penguin. You are delirious child. I'm going to bed. You are on your own man. Go to bed Zayd.



Tuesday, August 26, 2008

First Haircut

Zayd got his first hair cut on August 23. He totally cried like a baby . I was more so happy that I wouldn't have to fight with him to comb his hair any more. The barber wasn't really trying to "feel" my vision, but after a few talks and some animated gestures, he succeeded in giving Zayd the ultimate baby fro-hawk. I think my kid looks like a rock star.

Before
He knew something was going on, just not quite what.
The comb was never really his friend.
Oh the agony.
I think he hated all of us at this point.
After

Introducing the new Zayd, aka "Butt Butt", aka "This Is Why I'm Hot", aka " Stunt Man".

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Zayd's Year in Pictures

August 20, 2007




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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Happy Birthday Zayd!

I am the proud mother of a rambuncous, running, walking, stumbling, daredevil, two-toothed, moody like his mama, jokes in baby language telling, super social, lover of all fine foods (fine meaning seasoned real good), wild haired, screaming at the top of his lungs with joy, still not sleeping through the nighting, diaper taking offing, smart as he wants to be, sweet kissing, fearless, beautiful brown eyed,
little boy.

Happy Birthday Zayd.
You truly are the best of me.









P.S. - Mommy promises to update your blog more. It would be a little easier if you'd stop "helping" me type.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Zayd & Gravity

Good Things Come In Big Packages

For all that don't know, I'm pretty much a baby gear whore. Even pre-Zayd, I spent hours and hours on end researching strollers, baby carriers, diaper bags, you name it. I love baby gear like most women love shoes and clothes. I'd make Khalid drive me to Buy Buy Baby in Rockville, MD, just so I could test out all of the high tech strollers. I'd literally spend hours in the store talking to other moms and moms to be about the pros and cons between the Bugaboo and the Quinny Buzz. I'd even debate with store employees about the best all-time stroller. I was totally offered a job there once. Strollers are by far my weakness. Followed closely by baby carriers.

When I found out I was pregnant with Zayd, I was sure that I was going to bite the bullet and buy this.



Khalid told me I was crazy, my family told me I was crazy, and even most of my friends thought I was being ridiculously impractical. Only few, select, people (ie. Kalia) understood the significance of the Bugaboo Chameleon. It is the staple of the young, urban, trendy, lifestyle. Okay, so maybe it cost a pretty penny, and has to be disassembled to place in your car, and you have to pay extra for the cup holder....so what. The Bugaboo screams hip, young, urban, mom-- I so want to resound hip, young, urban, mom.

I got close to purchasing the stroller a few times. My dear friend Ama even earmarked her gift to be used towards the purchase of my coveted stroller. I got as far as putting my beloved Bugaboo into an online shopping cart and entering my partial info, before closing the screen. As much as I wanted it, it was too impractical. We were a young couple with with grown up expenses. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't splurge.

I ended up settling on a wonderful stroller. The Maclaren Techno XT. I waited until the 2008 model came out, and I bargained like never before with seedy online dealers with all of the online dealers to get the most bang for my buck. I love the Maclaren because it's lightweight, easy to fold, fully reclines for Zayd to sleep, and has a chic look. I love my Maclaren, but a part of me still had the hots for the Bugaboo. I just wanted to be cool.




So, you can imagine my surprise, when my Aunt Veronica & Uncle Jay sent mean email notifying me that they were sending a package my way. I'm thinking baby clothes or toys, everyone has been so good to my little boy......

I think I'm going to just use pictures to explain just how big of a surprise this was....








A Skate! A 2008 Peg Perego Skate. Think Bugaboo but better!! More features, a better fold, and a bigger seat for the baby. It alos has this cool 360 degree strap that allows Zayd to move freely in the stroller. I can adjust it to three different heights and have Zayd either face me or face forwards. I can also make the stroller lie flat for nap time... I'm in love. This stroller so new and sleek that it has its own website..with a video on it!!!

Now, like really: http://en.pegperegoskate.com/



I know I'm lame not to have pictures with Zayd in his new stroller, but things have been kinda hectic right now. I promise I'll load some when we take it for a spin this weekend. We are so hitting up all the farmer's markets in the town.

I don't know what touched me the most, the thoughtfulness of the gift, or what my Aunt Veronica told me when I called to thank her and the family. As I listened to my adorable cousin Babette Jolie play beautiful music on her violin in the background, my eyes filled with tears as my aunt talked about her and my uncle researching strollers and wanting Zayd to "have the best." I couldn't help but think to myself -- he already does Aunt Veronica, he already does.

So yeah, when you see my little baby riding around in his little "rich boy" stroller, as my mom so lovingly named it, please know that his most valuable possessions are the wealth of people who love him. On that note, if you see his mother, please think young, trendy, hip....... hey, it was worth a shot.