Monthly Archives: October 2009
Got (Breast) Milk
Did I ever tell you about the time my boobs became bricks? And that I had to milk myself in the women’s restroom at school? No? Looks like it’s story time! Back in March when I was what one would
Got (Breast) Milk
Did I ever tell you about the time my boobs became bricks? And that I had to milk myself in the women’s restroom at school? No? Looks like it’s story time! Back in March when I was what one would
NOT IN HIS MOUTH!
I was walking upstairs with Aiman in my arms when Sieda began to essentially die from a coughing fit. When hearing the thunderous coughs, Saad immediately yelped: “AMIRA! Make sure she doesn’t cough in Aiman’s mouth!” Now tell me, how do you
NOT IN HIS MOUTH!
I was walking upstairs with Aiman in my arms when Sieda began to essentially die from a coughing fit. When hearing the thunderous coughs, Saad immediately yelped: “AMIRA! Make sure she doesn’t cough in Aiman’s mouth!” Now tell me, how do you
Wanted: BFF
Dammit, I hate being lonely. I’ve always been socially awkward from time to time, and okay perhaps more times than not, but it’s reached an all time high since motherhood. I blame it on my knack for being stuck in
Wanted: BFF
Dammit, I hate being lonely. I’ve always been socially awkward from time to time, and okay perhaps more times than not, but it’s reached an all time high since motherhood. I blame it on my knack for being stuck in
Co(ersed)-Sleeping
Aiman is almost ten months old and has never used his crib. Honestly, his crib is an extra storage place for things we don’t know where else to put in our cramp room. But used for it’s purpose? Never. We didn’t intended it
Co(ersed)-Sleeping
Aiman is almost ten months old and has never used his crib. Honestly, his crib is an extra storage place for things we don’t know where else to put in our cramp room. But used for it’s purpose? Never. We didn’t intended it
Ode To My Foe
(Cue the dramatic music) Like an orchestra, the symptoms collaborated in full harmony to ensure my demise. I woke up mute from the immense itching and throbbing in my throat. Puzzled, I did not realize that it was only the
Ode To My Foe
(Cue the dramatic music) Like an orchestra, the symptoms collaborated in full harmony to ensure my demise. I woke up mute from the immense itching and throbbing in my throat. Puzzled, I did not realize that it was only the
