Babies

BPC loves surprises. And when those suprises involve the sudden arrival in town of her Best Girl, then BPC is in heaven.

BPC was in heaven this weekend. The 'rents were all mysterious about weekend plans which involved Arfiman and I accompanying them to visit family in the boonies (read Al Ain) and while I let it slide (cuz in my family we do everything by the seat of our pants) Arfiman was mighty perturbed (cuz in his family they are super-organized and all plans require three-day advacne notice to all parties). How the heck did we end up together?!! LOL

So anyway, Arfiman is also highly perceptive and kept insisting that my 'rents were being way too mysterious and I kept brushing it off.

Come Thursday, they arrive at our doorstep with who in tow?

SOMI!!!!! Of course, with Baby and Hubby. First time I set eyes on little Anooshey (fondly referred to by me as Pooshey).

Little Pooshey was so adorable and those pudgywudgy thighs were just edible.

All cuteness aside though, Somi's supershort trip was a huge reminder to myself and Arfiman how and why we were so not ready to have a little one ourselves.

Cute as she was, little Pooshey made her parents dance around in circles and that is a dance i am really not looking forward to dancing anytime soon.

I am talking about constant interruptions: breast-feeding, diaper changeing, spit-up cleaning ... Somi and I couldn't sit and talk for five minutes straight. We went on a dinner cruise and ended up being so embarassed because Pooshey wouldn't stop crying and even though I felt sorry for the little bunny, I also felt sorry for all the people who paid 250 dhs for a cruise with wailing baby for background music.

Next day, Arfiman and I were browsing second-hand books at House of Prose and the Parenting books section caught my eye. There must have been a billion titles there: What to Expect When You're Expecting, The Guide for First Time Mums, How To Be A Dad, Home Remedies for Babies (interesting title that: what do they tell you? how to make a baby out of common household ingredients?!) So shelf upon shelf of books for people who are about to have a child or have just had one.

What about people who don't have a child or maybe dont want one just yet? Is no one writing any books for them?

I looked and looked and couldn't find a single book.

Maybe I have found a niche. I can already think of possible titles:

What To Expect When You're Not Expecting
Saying 'I Don't Want A Baby' is not the same as saying 'I don't want one EVER'
Childless, and yet somehow Happy (*gasp*)

LOL

Seriously though.

There was a funny moment when Arfiman and I were holding Pooshey and posing for a pic and I say to him : When this picture comes out, we'll be able to see what we will look like with a baby.

Arfiman: Are you kidding me? You would be fatter and I would have kiddy slobber on my shoulder
BPC: And I would have a huge diaper bag instead of this cute clutch and would probably be wearing flats instead of stillettos and ...

and before I get to finish my sentence Pooshey starts wailing and spits up on Arfiman's shoulder ...

Arfiman: Take this baby away from me NOW!
BPC: You are not coming near me without protection for a very, very long time!

LOOOOOOOOL

A million reasons why I love you ...

A million reasons why I love you, and neither enough words nor time to even begin ...

I love the way the bed is always warm on your side.

I love how you look when you are asleep when I wake up in the morning and roll over to look at you.

I love that you grab a lock of my hair when we sleep.

I love it when you smile when I kiss you forehed every morning before I leave for work.

I love the smile on your face when you find the lipstick mark while you shave.

I love it when you call me on your way to work.

I love it when you call me during the day because I didn't call you first.

I love that you check if i had my lunch today ... everyday :)

I love you telling me to drive carefully on my way home

I love it when you come home all tired and grumpy just so that I can kiss you better

I love the fact that you fix me shisha every night

I love that you offer to make your own chai if you think I'm not upto it

I love the way I can curl my toes under you while you play your XBox endlessly every night
I love the way you chew your lip when you play
I love those funny little new tickly things you come up with everyday
I love that I can still make you blush
I love you for bringing me flowers for no reason
I love you holding me in your arms and squeezing me
I love you nibbling on my thumbs
I love that I never have to explain myself to you
I love it that with you, I can be myself
I love the way you look, smell, feel, taste ...
I love you

I know I have said it to you every single night before we fall asleep, but I haven't written it down for you for a long, long time, so here it is: I love you.

I love you and I love you and I love you till I think I can love no more.

And then I love you some more.

But you know what the best part is?

Knowing that you always love me more :)

Cookie

I don't know what it is about what you do or how you feel about what you do that makes you act like you are better than me. That me doing something different makes me not quite as good - or as accomplished - as you.

I can totally not understand how you could find you are better simply by doing what you are doing when in actuality what you are doing is what EVERYBODY else does. If it's something every friggin' body does, then how does it make you any more special? Shouldn't I be the one acting like BigHead because I have chosen to take the road less travelled by?

Maybe in my head, I am the better person because I have taken the road less travelled by. Maybe choosing to be different is actually the more diffiuclt choice to make.

But that's not even what it is all about. What I'm trying to say is: why must you make me feel inadequate by glorifying what you do?

Of course, there is the possibility that on some level, I myself feel inadequate and less accomplished than you becasue you are doing something that I choose not to do. Yes, that thought has crossed my mind.

But when I think about it ... and I dont even have to think too hard to come to this conclusion ... I realise that the choices I have made (and continue to make) are made by me for a reason: I don't see life as a prescription.

I don't see Life as a step-by-step guide where someone has mapped out for you the things you need to do and told you the specific order you need to do them in and then put little boxes with recomended timelines.

No.

To me, Life is not a board game: Pass Go, Collect 200$ ... Get Out of Jail Free ... you have two hotels and BANG, you have it made.

Agreed, what you are doing is accepted as being a Great Thing and what I want to do might be Questionable. But Questionable according to whom?

I don't have a problem. Arfiman doesn't have a problem. No one has a problem except you and all those other guys who are going down the Other Road, and a whole load of other people to whom Life is obviously a set of dos-donts in very very black and white.

The sad part is, that whole load of other people includes some people I love very very much.

Why does it always have to be this way when it comes down to making a Big Decision? Why can't one simply choose to do what one wants without having to worry about the repurcussions on/from the people one loves?

It's sad really that this has to come between us, but if it has, then that's the way this cookie's crumbled.

Random MSN

This is what happens when you chat on MSN late at night, with a guy who has a Star Wars fetish and knows of yours for the Corvette:

abbas: your ass is huge - you need a corvette. it will reduce your ass size
oooj@la: shut your face
abbas: a corvette has four wheels. it will aid you
oooj@la: leave me alone
abbas: im taking this corvette with me
oooj@la: fine. see if i care
abbas: im setting it on fire
oooj@la: i will slice you with my light sabre
abbas: you dont like star wars enough to use one
oooj@la: i like it plenty
abbas: you will never hurt me. your belief is weak
oooj@la: then get your own corvette!
abbas: your belief is to weak for a corvette
oooj@la: we shall see about that in 2.5 years
abbas: the corvette hates you
oooj@la: it loves me so much it follows me around everyday
abbas: it breeds contempt for you in its valves
oooj@la: i think it is desire not contempt
abbas: its fuming
oooj@la: with desire
abbas: its gas
oooj@la: gassed with desire
abbas: with bad mexican food
oooj@la: what do you know abt mexican food?!
abbas: it jams up a car and makes it hard for it to fart
oooj@la: corvettes dont fart
abbas: yeah they do. you just plugged it
oooj@la: go play with yourself
abbas: that wont work with me. i say my namaz. allah mian says thats wrong
oooj@la: what else does allah main say is wrong?
abbas: he says corvettes should only be driven by people who can use blenders