cooz me

at the opticians, sahim decided he wanted to try on glasses. i told him the salesman would pull out pairs for him to try. i hear a voice from below calling out for the salesman:

'cooz me. cooz me.' (excuse me)

hair ba-g0

sahim explaining workings of a hair dryer

'abba, cool air'

a: 'is mein say cool air nikul tee hai?'

s: 'haan. hair bago' (sahim's description of hair blowing)

thayna

Sahim and I picked Asghar for lunch. After the meal, we dropped Asghar back at work:

Me: Bye Asghar
A: Bye. Bye Sahim.
Sahim: Bye. Thayna Abba Hardis Baybee Cum. (Thanks for coming to Hardees Abba)

Just like that. 

i do laundry

All was quiet and silence is never good with a kid...or so the saying goes. After calling out 'Sahim' a few times, I came out of the bedroom. I see him in the laundry room. He has removed the wet clothes from the washing machine, taken the bucket to the laundry room, removed the dry clothes from the laundry line and placed them on the ironing table, and is about to put to the wet clothes on the laundry line. I ask, "Sahim?"

He turns, points to the laundry line, tilts his head. "Baby Nagee" ("I've taken care of it")

This is it. These are the moments, a recently forced stay home mom, that make me smile and laugh with joy.

mr. bean

Sahim's taken a liking to mr. bean after the HBL Mr. Bean ad campaign. You tube is wonderful with all the Mr. Bean cartoons. I'm not thrilled. Mr. Bean is my least favourite character but anyway, this is just the beginning of many nuances. I digress. One of the Mr. Bean cartoons is about a Mr. Bean clone and of course Sahim has watched it. A few days later, Asghar called from work. Conversation between Sahim and Asghar:

Asghar: 'Hello Sahim.'
Sahim: 'Ullo Midder Been'
Asghar: 'Hello. Who's this?'
Sahim: 'Udder Midder Beeeen.'

MJ

the saleswoman at marc jacobs snapped a photo of sahim, said he's handsome and gushed over him.
i almost asked her to give me a bag in exchance for the photo she snapped of sahim.

but that would set a price to his adorableness so i didn't.

stupid stupid stupid MJ-less bag me

amma naga naga

feeling lovely and flirty in my peachy skirty, i ask sahim to give me a hug.

sahim: 'nai' (no)
me: 'why saimo?'
sahim: 'amma naga naga' (naga = naked)

bock goood?

After a walk around the compound in the evening, I was relaxing on the sofa. Sahim climbs on to my lap.

Sahim: "Mama, bock goood?" (...,walk good?)

Me: "Yes. Very good."

Sahim: "Batteee naaaeeen?" (there was no power?)

Me: "No. It was dark outside."

Sahim: "Ohhhhh"

Yes, that's right. My heart exploded once more.

meanie

so we're on the plane. sahim's hungry. i give him garlic flavoured pretzel. he spits it out. looks at me and says, "minn-nie" (meanie)

pamper dirty?

In the mall, I touched Sahim's pamper to determine whether a change was required.

Sahim: "pumper duhtee?" (pamper dirty?)

Me: "no"

A serious conversation initiated by him...how my heart flutters. I keep a straight face so as not to make him conscious.

Cooook

After dinner, Mazhar (cook) was clearing the table.

Sahim: "Coooook"

Mazhar: "Jee Sahim"

Sahim: "Khaana dirty"

Silence.

Sahim innocently looking up at Mazhar.

Asghar & I: embarrassed.

Amma Jaan

The other morning, Sahim woke up before me (a rare feat given my love of mornings). He rolled on top of me and "amma jaans" and kisses were used to wake me.

Greed enticed me to keep my eyes closed, to hear those "amma jaans" and get more kisses. Sahim decided to use other means: pry my eyes open.

What's your name?

Last night, during bedtime:

Asghar to Sahim: "What's your name?"

Sahim: "Thay-mee" (Sammy)

...and I exploded yet again.

Jee Mama

I was out and received a call. Caller ID showed Asghar so I answered, "Jee Jannu." I heard on the other end a little voice, "Jee Mama."

Pop. Splat. Shatter. That's my heart exploding.

Screw

Sahim's remote controlled car has small screws to keep the battery in place. He has watched us unscrew and open the battery tab to charge the battery. A little while ago, Sahim took the screwdriver, unscrewed and opened the battery tab.

Me: "Well done Sahim! I know you're getting bigger and ready..."

Asghar: "...ready to screw around."

diaper change

Me: "Sahim, diaper change karwao."

Sahim: "Nai."

Ah! The joys of our first conversations.

ABBA!

So I've been lying around all day feeling sorry for myself with a cold. Sahim's been entertaining himself which includes prying my eyes open should I be sneaking in a nap while he's up.

Asghar took him out to McDonald's (surprise surprise) for dinner. During the car ride, Sahim jumped around to Asghar, "Abba! Amma dawa naii." [= "we haven't given Amma medication Abba."]

Who're you going to kiss?

Sahim's new term has brought in a new class and new teachers. He's not too thrilled with the change as Aunty Madiha hasn't come into the new level with him. Instead of jumping out of bed, I'm struggling with a little push and enticement to get him out. Asghar & I are contemplating letting him stay on with Aunty Madiha's class as he only managed about 3 weeks there (compared to a 6-month term).

I asked Sahim if he wanted to be back in Aunty Madiha's class and he nodded his affirmation. I let him know Nathalia and Areej and everyone else will stay on in the new class. I asked him, "So who're you going to kiss since Nathalia and Areej won't be there?"

"Amma!"

(heart exploded yet again)