For breakfast, my daughters heated up the fried fish and hot sauce my Somali sisters had made for me yesterday. Then N brought me a cup of milk, whole milk, to be precise. I asked for another. She bounded downstairs and came back with another cup.
Apparently hubby had told them to 'help me'.
At lunch time, I explained to them the situation.
"I need your help. The baby needs your help."
N vaccummed the living room, even though I insisted she didn't have to do so right there and then. Afterwards she brought me another cup of whole milk. I was reminded of their mantra, "So the baby will be chubby like N."
At dinner time, while we were preparing the food, N took out the half gallon milk bottle and poured a cup of whole milk. She gave it to me. I thanked her. I downed it. She gave me another one and said,
"So the baby'll be white."
I said to hubby, "N's feeding the baby. She's on a mission."
May her hopes not be dashed, again. Ameen.
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aaa.... N is so sweet. Congrats yea Jules, take really good care of yourself this time. Jgn dok nak berexercise just yet ;] -Anis
LOL yeah, compare this entry to the one just before it. I've been like a beached whale anyway, Anis. LOL tak exercise pun, except for tennis last week but that was it. Still waiting for result blood work. Hmm...
Mabrook on the pregancy ukht! May Allaah make it easy for you and give you goodness in both worlds, aameen.
~ Umm J.
*hugs*
i love the kids. my salam to all of them.
u take care!
jazakillah khair umm J. ameen.
Elsa, me too :) hugs
Awww.Jules, best wishes darling. Your 'Somali' sisters are here whenever you need us ;)
That was so sweet of N. Yes, may her hopes not be dashed again.
Luv ya my role model,
mom of the chinese-eyed Munchkin
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