Runaway Babe
October 15th, 2003 bySis: So Maryam is walking about right now, wearing nothing but a T-Shirt. I took of her diaper off so she could get some fresh air from the open patio door.
Me: Oh…um, that sounds lovely…
Sis: Oh yeah, Maryam loves it. Right now, she’s sitting on a balloon, bouncing on it up and down, up and down, up and down…
Me: You know, if that thing bursts-
Sis: Yeah, I know. The clean up. There’s always so much clean up with her.
Me: But it would be funny. And she wouldn’t even cry much, she’s such a brave girl…she’s real good like that.
Sis: Mhmm. Hmm…I’m so tired, Maryam is just OH MY GOD SHE JUST RAN OUT OF THE HOUSE BUTT-NAKED-
*phone falls to the ground, noises, laughs and hoots in the background, repeated laughing screams of Maryam! Maryam! Badmash Ladki!*
Me: {waiting patiently}
Sis: She made it all the way to the flower bush today.
October 15th, 2003 at 4:02 pm
yay for maryam! [mashAllah] ofcourse.
October 15th, 2003 at 4:05 pm
hahaha
What a cute kid, masha’Allah.
My little brother did a lot of that when he was a baby, too. One of my favorite stories of him is from the first time we were ever in Pakistan. He was 2 years old, and he would run around in the village wearing merely a diaper, wandering up to total strangers and declaring, “Mai vadda marrud ah!” which is our dialect for, “I’m a big man.”
Yeah, right.
Oh, I hope your “just one more day to go” goes well, insha’Allah. Good luck with all the work.
October 15th, 2003 at 4:43 pm
Heh, that’s so cute!
The part that made me laugh was the “badmash ladki” thing. Hahhaha.
October 15th, 2003 at 7:10 pm
man, you love your niece dontcha? i can see that from your posts filled with lovely anecdotes of times you spend with her and funny incidents that occur every so often.:)
October 15th, 2003 at 8:00 pm
Maryam is…special.
=)
Thanks Yasmine. Someone once told me, an imam from near Seattle, that children are the butterflies of Heaven. I never did check up if that was “islamically” true but it was something I don’t really doubt…
Alright common, I’m sure you all have your baby tales. Share some folks!
October 15th, 2003 at 9:09 pm
alright i’ve got lots of baby stories but this one stands out. my brother and i were a tag team until he got married last year. we would frolic around together making trouble. at weddings in pakistan we would take the bottom leftover sips [basically backwash] of all of the coke bottles and pour them all into one or two bottles and drink up. ewww.
October 15th, 2003 at 9:33 pm
…dude! that’s not a baby story!
Let met re-phrase. Stories of little children. Not adults double daring each other on edgey pranks in Pakistan.
Never the less, that was funny.
October 15th, 2003 at 10:55 pm
FINE! here’s one of when we were kids. i’ve never been able to live this down. my above mentioned collaborator and i used to try to inconvenience anyone and everyone during my parents’ afternoon naps. since we were too short to reach the locks to the door i used to climb on his back and we would make our escape every noontime in our banyans and underwear. there was this person who would come by with a cart selling sweets [mithai to be specific] and so we had to “borrow” without our parents’ knowledge to purchase these delectable edibles. we did this every afternoon until the fella realized where we would whip the money out from. sigh. good times. good times.
October 16th, 2003 at 12:14 am
=) Jaza Kala Khair Chai.
It’s that simple.
October 16th, 2003 at 12:36 am
you’re just jealous that you didn’t have an accomplice to help you with the dirty deed of emptying the coke bottles.
October 16th, 2003 at 1:47 am
hahahaha
Chai, you rock, woman. We shoulda grown up together. My siblings and cousins and I did all sorts of wack things like that, too.
October 16th, 2003 at 2:32 am
Aww cute bebi mashAllah!
October 16th, 2003 at 2:57 am
0_0 Whoa…. Kids are great. And the term badmash is sooooo losely used. I somehow doubt little Maryam is much of a badmash.
October 16th, 2003 at 2:08 pm
yasmine, awe shucks! i bet my sibs beg to differ though.
October 16th, 2003 at 3:53 pm
s’okay. We coulda been crackhead rebel children together. There’s still time, ya know..
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October 16th, 2003 at 4:09 pm
crackhead? i don’t need drugs to start a riot. geez. kids these days!
October 16th, 2003 at 4:10 pm
oh wait is crackhead just an expression y’all use? that dates me.
October 16th, 2003 at 7:26 pm
Tsk, college graduates these days. Automatically thinking about drugs. My goodness.
“Crackhead child” is a term that I often use. Maybe it’s halal crack. I don’t know. It refers not to children who use/abuse drugs, but to those who were dropped on their heads as itty bitty kids and thus turned out all wack. (Like me.)
Although I probably wasn’t dropped on my head as a child. At least, my mother refuses to admit it. But it could explain a lot of things, ya know?
December 20th, 2003 at 6:57 pm
Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.
January 9th, 2004 at 7:27 am
Only when we have nothing to say do we say anything at all.
March 17th, 2004 at 1:23 am
Nature is not anthropomorphic.