Getting the ball rolling.

It's been a while...and now I begin again.

The children are older, five months older and I am five kilos fatter. Wonderful to the former, unacceptable to the latter. LOL.

I will re-enroll myself for fitness first to recapture that glorious body of my hey days. And hey...who am I kidding? He he he

I am fatter, happier, and contented-er(?).

I will probably lapse on blog writing some time in the future, but for now I hope that I will be blogging consistently for a respectable period. School is out, summer is here and we're all about fun...fun and the determination to aim for Jannah.

The children's room is finally up. Their little piece of heaven, their sanctuary, personal space and place of rest. I am overjoyed and ever so thankful to my beloved husband. Their toys have been organized into neat little categories and placed in designated plastic boxes. All placed on the Ivar shelves that line the walls of their room. Two items are still missing, and that is their wardrobes and air condition. God willing, it will come in time.

Inaaya is heading for her terrible twos, and unfortunately what can be expected is already rearing its ugly head. I am full of trepidation. She has demonstrated an incredible sense of perseverance ("Mommy...mommy....mommy....mommy" this mantra can go on for 10 minutes without stopping, and continue again after a two minutes break). She is at present time besotted with her baby doll that she calls, "Baby". Has developed a fervent passion for the television which she calls, "Bibi" and I often confused 'baby' with 'bibi'. She still has a frightenningly enourmous appetite and an equally enormous tummy to match.

Taufik on the other hand, is becoming more and more adorable. Ever since I stopped school, he has gotten more and more charming. He is visibly a happier, more confident and calmer child now that mommy is at home all the time. Equally important, that mommy is taking him to school daily.

He loves knowing that when he bursts through the front door, he can expect me to be there mucking about doing household things or cooking meals. Oh how I love my children so much, and cannot stop berating myself for my short temper and low level of tolerance.

I pray to Allah to grant me greater patience and a more developed talent to enjoy the moment with my two wonderful wonderful children. His gift to me. Thank you Allah (SWT). I love you so much!

Time to go to bed. Will see you (if not tomorrow) some time soon.