My Little Helper - well maybe not so little anymore

S appears athletic like hubby but she doesn't have the propensity to plunge into the world of sports other than running for fun with N and H. It rather surprised me that she takes after me a lot. I would have thought that with her build, she would have been into outdoor activities, but as she is growing, she is becoming more domestic.

She is currently taking a sewing class. One day I caught her saying to herself again and again,

"I love my sewing class."

It was supposed to be my job to teach them but with my countless ambitions, I only carried it out halfway. Fortunately, we came across these free classes at our local recreation center, also catered for homeschooled children.

When I was in my baking mood (which has dwindled a lot over the years and become very sparse in occurence) the kids would flock over to me in the kitchen. I used to shoo them away but my mother told me that is not such a great idea, because that was how one member of our family developed an inability to thrive in the kitchen. So I took them under my wings and S seems to have a profound interest in it.

We took my mother's bread pudding recipe and I told S to write it down on her own recipe card. This was probably early this year, but she made it herself while I snapped and filmed them. She even managed to put it in the oven herself, under my supervision.

Since it's fall, and since I have a crazy love for bulbs, we grabbed a box of daffodil bulbs when we went to Aldi. I had the kids plant them, but of course, S was the master gardener. I won't be surprised if she becomes the master seamstress soon.

"I want to take the sewing class too!" said H.

"Oh, why?" I asked.

"Because I want to be like Muhammad SAW," he replied.

All as a result of my handiwork telling them that the prophet mended his own clothes.

Well, we'll see. As of now, I just realized that this pregnancy is smack dab in the throes of the school year. Nine months of schooling, that's the nine months I'm occupying with the pregnancy. S is going to have her reading, writing and math tests on my due date. I hope my mother will be able to come. Hubby will be running around for sure, as he already is now.

A little taller and I would have taught S how to cook simple stuff. Right now, her face is just a little above the stove level; pretty dangerous. For now, she can whip up that mean bread pudding, white rice in the rice cooker, cookies and muffins following kid-friendly recipes, and pancakes and pizza with hubby.

I can't wait for spring! I hope the daffodils will sprout up just as nicely as our hyacinths did this year. If all goes well, I will finally have my dream of having a 'spring baby' come true.

Insyaallah...