Arabian Ranches Market Day and Being MOM.

I think one of the best things about being Mom is the love that I am constantly surrounded with. Theres a never ending supply of hugs and affection from every quarter in my home. I feel so blessed that I have sons who are always so happy to please me. If a woman wants to feel like a queen, she just has to have sons like I do. I know I havent been the best of Moms. I, like most mums, have a truck load of shortcomings, and probably becoz my boys have not seen any better, they feel, I am the Best !

I know I am hard on them.

I know I push them with their studies.

I know I dont put as much time with them as I would want to, in playing games or in any creative activity.

 I know the supper is not always on time, and sometimes, Manu, is only too happy to have his banana and chocolate milk to sleep off ..

I know I have little control on the scale of my vocal cords.

I know I am mean sometimes, I know I am weak sometimes, I know I havent tried enough sometimes, and I know I have tried too hard sometimes but being Mom, so many things get accepted by these young boys who know no better that I am merely a mother trying to fix too many problems, multitasking all the time and frustrated most of the time..

Last friday, we participated in the first fair since samie’s surgery, 6 months back. The amount of hardwork and teamwork I got from my below 10 year olds would put any management team to shame.  Piling up the materials, walking past the field with heavy boxes in arm, helping mom lay out the display stalls, hear her mouthfull of panicky screams and shouts, and then actually manage a table all by themselves…. where do you get such children mashallah !!

They are truly amazing. Allah swt must really love me for such a super fantastic gift.

I have posted this slide just to give you a glimpse of what effort went into making that fair such a roaring sucess for me. You’ll find Sawaab and Manu actually selling things and I was most surprised when one customer queried why the hand made card was alittle higher and Bilal, said quite naturally, ” coz my mother puts in alot of her time and creativity to make sure no two cards are the same.”  Shucks ~!~ I WAS BLOWN !!!  The boys were oozing of enthusiasm and confidence. They have coz they have been participating with me for the past 3-4 years and have been watching me since …

Please enjoy watching my family making the most of the Arabian Ranches Market day !

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MAKEOVER CHILDREN’S ROOM ~ TOYLAND

Hurricane hit samama mansion first floor !

Hurricane hit samama mansion first floor !

Ofcourse the boys room is not very large but can easily accomodate the bunk beds and the car bed which has an additional bed underneath which can easily be slid open for sleepovers.  This is the state of the room every 15th day and then again, we go back to ” Mom hiting the ceiling and with screams that can be heard long past the ranches, the boys are forced into the clean up session.  Am I a MEAN mom ?? ABSOLUTELY !  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rambo practise room

Rambo practise room

 

The car bed is Bilal’s. and quite easily and conveniently the toys slid pass into those on the floor or around his bed !! Ofcourse no one is to be blamed .. ” I did’nt do it ”  my kids play fair. They dont like their siblings bearing the wrath from their mother, so no name blaming just “I dont know who did it !!!! Well it stays that way or I just call the firefighters to save the boys from me.    

 

 

 

 

Pile of toys

Pile of toys

 

There are two Ikea racks placed on either side of the room and in parallel, there are two beds as well. These racks house the stacks and stacks of baskets, bins, buckets and trays of goody, delicious toys. Have you seen a room this flooded with Toys ??

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The same wall

The same wall

This is the same wall as Bilals bed is on. On the left side are built in wardrobes and those cartons stacked there are my goody boxes, naturally all my surplus craft supplies ! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The otherside of the room

The otherside of the room

 

Any corner worth saving is always occupied instantly with toys that appear magically ! This hear is a play station / car track which lodged itself magically one fine day here !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND NOW FOR THE MAKE OVER OR RATHER TRANSFORMATION OF TOY LAND INTO A WALKABLE SPACE !!!!!!!

SOME FACTS ABOUT THE MAKEOVER :

It took nearly 3 weeks of intensive cleaning up during which the boys were completly fed up of “Go and clean up your room” line.

We dumped almost 6 TV CARTONS of toys for Charity ! which I am so relieved off .. Phew ! 

We have still got 3 cartons of toys in the shed which I will give them every month if they decide to get rid of more toys.

There are nearly 11 brand new remote control cars, given at several birthdays to them by my dad and sister which are also sitting in the shed.   

This story was not for the faint of the heart. My Boys are real fighters !

UNBELIEVABLE !
UNBELIEVABLE !

 

 

can you believe this ?? This is the same wall which has Bilal’s car bed !! Well, its not great but its a great start, especially since the boys have achieved all this mainly on their own efforts, ofcourse I was sitting a sipping my coffee at one of the only empty corners of the room, with a fly swatter in my hands ! Well, it worked, did’nt it ??!   

 

SPACE  ~~ WE HAVE SPACE TO WALK IN OUR ROOM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sawaab and eman's bed

Sawaab and eman's bed

 

Ofcourse the beds need to be made and organized, just did’nt want you’ll to think that we are spic and span all the time, now would we ?? Isnt it lovely .. i am really  pleased with the hard work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Regaining space

Regaining space

 

There is more space next to the beds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bilal's wall

Bilal's wall

 

He is an 8 1/2 year old who has his heart set on action figures, race cars, gun machines and building blocks. What do you think he’ll be when he grows up ?

A machineist ? Nah !

A technician ? Nah ! 

A scientist ?  Nah !

Silly you, almost every child these days like almost all of those toys. Its natural. He’ll be what he intends to be. A good human being with alot of talent and a solid gold heart, inshallah. 

 

A child's fantasy land

A child's fantasy land

 

No amount of toys can replace a childs imagination.  He still lives in a large and beautiful fantasy world .. ok so thats not Bilal’s world. Bilal’s world is about rescuing a fairy princess from bad military goons with a machine gun and medival sword. Actually I relive my childhood thru my boys toys. These pink castles are actually mine. they are so special to me. I am a dreamer just like Bilal those pink homes represent fond memories from my childhood where we could’nt afford those.

A mother knows . .. …

A MOTHER KNOWS

John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn’t help noticing how beautiful John’s roommate Julie was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his roommate, and this only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between John and the roommate than met the eye.

Reading his mom’s thoughts, John volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just roommates.”

About a week later, Julie came to John and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I can’t find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”

John said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll write her a letter, just to be sure.”

So he sat down and wrote:

“Dear Mother,
I’m not saying you ‘did’ take a gravy ladle from my house, and I’m not saying you ‘did not’ take a gravy ladle from my house, but the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love,
John.”
 

Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read:
“Dear Son,
I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Julie, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with Julie, but the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love,
Mom.”