10 years in the making…I’m finally finished with my BA
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I’m free!!!
Posted in mommy letters on August 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I love my kids
Posted in mommy letters on June 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My kids, my joy…
Its funny the love a mother has for her children.
RIght now, at 9 months pregnant, I have to admit…I’m not the nicest person to be around. As I tell my husband when he asks ‘What’s wrong?’… “I’m annoyed, and I’m annoying!”
I dunno, maybe its just htis stage in pregnancy. Truthfully, its more [...]
Cloth diapering
Posted in mommy letters on March 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
After weeks of consideration, research and pontification, I’ve decided to cloth diaper my baby. He’s 18 months old, and I have one on the way insha’Allah. Here’s the website I went to, its looking much easier than I thought it would be, so I’ll let you all know how it goes once I [...]
Diapers – Brand or No Name
Posted in kiddos, mommy letters, tagged brand name, diapers, pampers, rash on March 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Well, its official, no name diapers are a pain, or, are they the way to go. From my experience they are both. If you know you want to save money, and most of us do, especially when you have more than one child in diapers, get them into the store-brands ASAP. That way, they should [...]
Poor boobies
Posted in hubby, kiddos, mommy letters on June 5, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
So, my son is eight months old now, Alhamdulillah. He makes me laugh, makes me smile, he lights up my life and my heart. He also, pinches, churns, pulls, bites, and stretches my nipple like its made of some kind of super rubber.
When I’m a woman
Posted in kiddos, mommy letters on June 5, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday, my husband made some remark about my breasts as I was holding in my jiggly belly – nothing unusual. However, my daughter remarked and said, ‘I have breasts too mommy.’ No honey, you have chests, okay. ‘OK mommy, when I’m a woman I’ll have breasts like you!’ Yes, honey, insha’Allah when you’re a woman.
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