As weeks go by

Week 2, Baby Z attended his first Juma'ah prayer, as his doctor visit happened to be just before the Juma'ah prayer started at a nearby location. While hubby and H prayed, I nursed a hungry Baby Z at far end of the rented gymnasium. His first Juma'ah, he was too busy eating.

Week 3, Baby Z had his first outing as we bruoght my mother downtown for sightseeing. He also sent his Grandma to the airport at the end of this week. Of course he was oblivious to the whole farewell thing. Baby Z also slept through his brother's soccer game.

Week 4, Baby Z was weighed and had gained 26 oz in 15 days. A whopping 7 lbs 11 oz. Alhamdulillah. I was worried he wasn't gaining what with all the spitting up. He also attended his first waleemah this week. This was where someone insisted he was small, didn't look like a one-month old baby and looked fragile as he was mistaken for a girl.

Week 5, mainly because of Baby Z we ditched going to the Malaysian Midwest Games, so hubby went by himself. We spent an interesting weekend by ourselves at home. Baby Z attended his second waleemah. Oh boy, does this mean anything?

Week 6, Baby Z is becoming increasingly hooked and used to having Surah Yusuf recited to him to lull him to sleep.

H has started to call him Chubby.
S is crazy about picking him up all the time.
N kisses him every chance she gets.

S seldom talks to him, just as she resolutely refuses to practice her surah aloud.
When we discussed it over dinner, H said,

"Because she's embarassed."

N constantly says,

"Z! Z!"

while H will actually talk to him, though not in Motherese.


H: What happened to you and Chubby?

N: "His faraj looks funny. It hangs. Is there something wrong with it?"

Me: "How come you guys don't go to the masjid as often as you did when I was pregnant?"

S smiled and replied,

"Because of Z."

N keeps asking about the 'next baby'.

N: "How old will Zeyd be when the newborn comes out?"

Me: "What?"

N repeats her question, I still don't understand, but finally does.

Me: "I don't know."

H: "Ask Abi, he knows."

Me thinking to myself, this boy thinks the world of his father.

When hubby left for Dekalb, Illinois during the Memorial weekend for the Midwest games, H kept asking,

"When will Abi come back?"

"Is he coming back tomorrow?"

"Can I call him?"

After hubby told him over the phone that he was going to home in 45 minutes, H said,

"I wonder how he calculated it."

I still can't believe we have 7 years difference between H and Baby Z. I must be very old.