I don't usually blog when I am depressed or upset but I think my children need to see me in both my best and worst days so that they know that life is not a bed of roses  all the time. today is Jannah's and Haroon's spelling bee. They both made it to the first five in their classes haroon had 37 students to compete against. it was his first spelling bee I am so upset that I cannot be there for them that I cannot share them on to their website today I'm at home taking care of Moosa. I cannot be there enjoying this moment with them. my heart is with you Jannah and haroon no matter where I may be or you may be.  

Last weekend Moosa had fever. The weekend before that Haroon had fever. Your life turns upside down when one of your children is sick.  Yes one day we will look back at all these wonderful memories and see that they were only blessings in disguise.  I miss working. I miss the hustle and bustle.  I feel like I need to get out there because I do have something to contribute. Being a mom is a full-time job. No mother will tell you that it's easy.  I am uncomfortable leaving my children with strangers - nannies, babysitters, care takers.

Lol!

me: Haroon why did you bring back half your parata from school? why didn't you eat it?

Haroon: Mummy, the chicken finished before the parata.

me:

Haroon Gems

Masha Allah! He's five
He's in that age where he has come to realize his existence. He is just mastering the art of reading. He already won second place in kindergarten - his first spelling bee - competing against 37 students. He is also good at memorizing Quran and I couldn't be happier.  Here are some golden moments.

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First day of Prek. Teacher asks all the children to name things that are red colored. some says rose, some say raspberries, others say strawberries. When Haroon is asked, he says calmly "blood".

Another day in Prek
Teachers asks each student what they want to be when they grow up. One says doctor. One says engineer. Another says fireman. Haroon says "I want to be a Daddy"

Meanwhile a home....

me: Haroon why did you bring back half your parata from school? why didn't you eat it?

Haroon: Mummy, the meat finished before the parata.

me: sigh

So this week Haroon had to cut and paste pictures that begin with the letter "G". He decided he was going to draw out the pictures himself and then cut and paste them. He did it very fast within a matter of minutes. When I checked his book I saw many pictures. I was particularly interested in a picture of a stick man running and asked him what that was. He kept saying "Go". After taking a closer look I realized that in his baby handwriting he had written "ready, set, go".

Then I saw the next picture which looked like a computer drawn, I pointed at it said that doesn't begin with g, does it? He had written something there but I couldn't read the word. "Mommy" he says "That's Gmail".

From your sister

From the day Mommy left to bring you,
to open your eyes, to see you.
To bring the cutest laugh,
the cutest smile, or when you sing,
and of course more diapers for me to bring!


Aghooo, Abba,
BABA-NANA
Habb-ooo
Those are all things that you say,
they bring me joy, put a smile on my face,
and brighten up my day!
From the time my brother taught you to say, "Ah!"
I've felt so happy inside,
'Cause when you grab,
and tug, like a crab,
I'm sure it fills Mommy with pride!


But when you grow up,
I know you will say,
"I don't like you!", "I hate you!" and "HEY!"
But I'll read you this poem, when I'm older and mature,
so that you know I loved you more than my brother's song,
(But my brother's a fine singer, don't get me wrong!)
 
Your Sister,
Jannah :)

Thousands of hugs and kisses every day
Hundreds of diapers thrown away
Giggles and laughter to melt my heart
Ooops there goes a little baby fart

You are my banana mouse, chocolate soup, little hurricane
Tofu fondu

Sleeping by my side you little treasure
Bringing to my life, joy and pleasure
A darling sister you have, and a caring brother
Blessed am I, to be here as your mother

Your baby days engraved in my memory
Diamonds and rubies, I wont trade for them
I'll sing you to sleep and swing you to dance
You really are my sweet little last chance

Love is all you have in every inch of your little heart
And when you cry my world falls apart
Is he sleepy, hungry or just needs a cuddle
Racking my brain trying to solve a puzzle