Funny Lifeย 


It’s past midnight and I am caught in a funny realisation at how quickly life changes. How quickly situations change and, in turn, how a person can change. A while ago I was sat across my bedroom, on another bed, waiting for my mother in law to fall asleep. She has quite a big personality and makes an impression on most people she meets and yet here she was. She seemed so fragile and suddenly reliant on me (a heavily pregnant woman) when in all the time I’ve known her, she’s never had the need to ask for anything because she was capable of handling it herself. She was falling asleep and I said a silent prayer for. For her recovery, her strength, for her to return to who she was. 
I walked across back to my bedroom and there lay another little dependant. Again, so fragile and yet, at a very different stage of her life. Children and the elderly seem to have a lot in common. She lay so unaware of everything around her, so safe and snug. 

Then my mind wandered to myself. I stood right in the middle of life that mum has seen and been through and for my daughter to experience still in her grown up years inshallah. It’s funny how life threw us together at this time. What’s not funny is how I strangely depend on these two the way they depend on me. 

I Want To Be A Better Role Model


Dead blog has me scratching my head like crazy because my creativity seems to have died along with my passion for food since this pregnancy. I’ve had no desire to eat anything healthy, juicy, sweet, or even downright hazardous like deep fried and smothered in chocolate. I do however recall the feeling of love I’d get looking at food and wanting to inhale it so I have that to hold onto (and wait for the day when food is my friend again). 

I’ve been lying awake for three hours now. I know I’ll be paying for it later when my toddler decides to wake up, in an hours time, and have fully restored energy that I won’t be able to keep up with but pregnancy insomnia is real people! Some nights I sleep for nine hours and wake up feeling tired, other nights I wake up after a few hours of sleep only to find too much energy in myself to go back to sleep. Vicious. 

As you may, or may not know, we are currently in the last ten nights of Ramadan. It is the most blessed time for muslims and I’m sad that I’ve not been able to fast this year because Ramadan last year was just the best. (It was the first since having Jana!) my reason for bringing this up was my thought process I’ve had tonight whilst trying hard to get back to sleep. The thought of my birthday next week (and the fact that it’s a big one..) has had family and friends asking me what I’d like and as much as I appreciate it all I really don’t have an answer. I really don’t have any desire for anything right now. There’s not one thing I can think of. Instead I realised I don’t want something material to make this special, I actually want an experience. I want my experience to teach something to the ever watchful eyes of my toddler. I want her to know you don’t need your birthday to be about receiving, it can be about giving too. 

So I ultimately want to do something that involves me being a good role model for my child. It’s been like this ever since she was born. I can’t think of doing something without thinking of the impact it would have on her so it makes me want to do better and go one step further. May Allah always guide me in doing so. 

Counting with Finger Painting – Toddler Activity

This ones finally very into painting and getting a bit messy (hands only!) so instead of doing the usual freelance painting we decided to do a number activity. 

I made a little chart starting from number 1 through til 8 because frankly that’s all I had space for! But you can do numbers 1-10 or 10-20 if that’s the numbers your going through with your tot. 

I then asked her to paint the appropriate number of dots along the margin of that number. It kept her busy counting and adding. I added another sheet where we added numbers together. It wasn’t as fun as the counting but she picked it up pretty quickly – enough to get through the worksheet! 


And of course in the end we painted our hands and did hand prints on some paper! Yay. 

Follow the Lines – Toddler Activity

Here I am trying to find ways to teach my toddler the shapes of the letters considering I want to send her to school this year for various reasons that were unforeseen! (Otherwise she’d be home until she turned 6!) anyway, having said that, I noticed she had already developed an interest in writing her names. Notice I said names, not name. It includes all her pretend names too e.g. Princess poppy, holly (from ben and holly) to name a few. She wrote out a perfect H-O-L-L-Y on a card we made for dad on return from his trip, even though it was all positioned the wrong way around, the letters were perfect! She only needed help remembering what a Y looked like. 


So I thought it’s a good time to make some letter games up with her. She’s always pestering me and I wish I could be more creative on a moments notice! I saw this on a fellow bloggers page. 

I wrote out her name in capital letters on a big piece of paper. I then gave her colourful stickers in different shapes (even one shape will do, I used these because that’s all I had) then I asked her to follow the lines using the stickers and it kept her busy for a long while mummies! Great for when your trying to get some chores done, it will keep them busy long enough for you to get some time alone!  

Turning Three

As with any milestone, there have been so many changes in my little bean sprout that seems to be shooting up at an alarming rate (mashAllah). She makes me so proud and so damn irritated with her within a span of a few minutes. I feel I might explode having to deal with so many emotions! Then I think about all the big emotions she must be feeling and not knowing what they are can probably be a reason for being so annoying sometimes. Sometimes. 

Other times she may have just needed to jump in the car a certain way and when you allowed her to walk in the car all by herself you caused hinderence in her plan to do so. Which of course leads to a very high pitched tantrum. So I have to chose – do I tantrum with her by getting all stroppy and mad about having to stop the car and allow her to get in the car her desired way? Or do I just allow those 5 minutes of my life to be replayed smoothly over again and remain calm and parent like? I mostly go with the first option. Which makes me realise my strop is making her more stroppy. Which makes the situation ten times worse. Which takes a decade to get back to ‘normal’. Which makes a bad day, week, month. Then I opt for controling my temper. 


It’s been a lot harder to handle her changes this time around. Turning two seems like a piece of cake in hindsight. (Although maybe at that time I was panicking just as much) she’s been extra whiny, demanding, screaming, hitting. I was getting mad at her for doing all this until I realise it was me who changed more for her to react like this. 
I’ve been lethargic, wanting to sleep all day (if you know me, SO not like me) feeling nauseous and just not myself. Which leads to not being able to spend all that time with her. Those crucial moments that keep her happy and functioning! In all this chaos we do have some good news though….


Look at that face! xoxo