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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQH45fCp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855095231209540146</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:24:51.024-05:00</updated><category term="Parties" /><category term="Tights" /><category term="Cancer" /><category term="working from home" /><category term="Deals" /><category term="Discipline" /><category term="Stinky" /><category term="biting" /><category term="Deep Stuff" /><category term="Kirby" /><category term="work and marriage" /><category term="Stress" /><category term="Strength" /><category term="Selfish Me" /><category term="Drama" /><category term="Beans" /><category term="Blessing" /><category term="Gym" /><category term="Inc" /><category term="Cheating" /><category term="Food" /><category term="Pre-K" /><category term="Wish" /><category term="#1" /><category term="Misery" /><category term="Body Image" /><category term="Townhouse" /><category term="whining" /><category term="Mood" /><category term="Hairy" /><category term="Confessions" /><category term="Lottery" /><category term="Feet" /><category term="Birthday" /><category term="Vacation" /><category term="Grocery Store Blues" /><category term="potty" /><category term="Nap" /><category term="Mommy Blues" /><category term="Cleaning" /><category term="The Other Woman" /><category term="Sad" /><category term="Home Sale" /><category term="Play Dates" /><category term="Saying GoodBye" /><category term="Injury" /><category term="Walmart" /><category term="Sister Love" /><category term="Recipe" /><category term="Mommyism" /><category term="Girl Issues" /><category term="Eating habits" /><category term="Coraline" /><title>Hot and Spicy Firecracker Mom!</title><subtitle type="html">Sounds overrated, right??  I walked out of Corporate America and walked into a new life filled with daily life lessons.  My inspiration to write comes from my family and friends who at any given time enjoy my sense of humor. Enjoy reading!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://areebaathome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://areebaathome.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855095231209540146/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Areeba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990643727048281784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSWQeV9Iqmo/SmiBT4Q2ofI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LELAkLDQInE/S220/6530_100890717771_747237771_2142737_1115389_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/jkZf" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/jkzf" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBRHozfip7ImA9Wx5aFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855095231209540146.post-3000323295826103902</id><published>2010-11-10T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:10:55.486-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-10T23:10:55.486-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mommyism" /><title>I am Me and they are THREE!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSWQeV9Iqmo/TNtsu9NZTKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/l22aHXcj2QA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSWQeV9Iqmo/TNtsu9NZTKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/l22aHXcj2QA/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a 2 month old screaming in the background, I have a 5 year old watching Alice in Wonderland and complaining how she is scared and I continue to push away my 2 year old fingers as they approach this keyboard. &amp;nbsp;I have 2 hands and at any given time I am overpowered and outnumbered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear that going from one to two kids is hard. &amp;nbsp;I honestly have to disagree. &amp;nbsp;In my case, going from two kids to three has been crazy. &amp;nbsp;At any given time I am being pulled in all different directions. &amp;nbsp;I cant seem to catch a break. &amp;nbsp;I feed the baby and then its time for the older girls to either eat, shower, play or nap. &amp;nbsp;Its just constant. &amp;nbsp;I wonder how that woman on TLC with 19 kids does it. &amp;nbsp;I mean I am going crazy with three and her ass keeps on popping kids left and right. &amp;nbsp;When do they have time for sex (oh lord please don't let my father read this post). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decision to go from two to three was easy, but I truly did not realize how crazy life will get. Baby Sohni is two months and I know that things will get easier as she gets out of her colic stage in the next couple of months. &amp;nbsp;Yasmin is 5&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/a&gt;and I have to keep a very close eye on her so she does not grow too fast. &amp;nbsp;She like to watch icarly and victorious! &amp;nbsp;seriously!!! &amp;nbsp;those show may be suitable for a 9 year old but my baby does not need to be watching those shows at her age. &amp;nbsp;My middle child is just in her own little world. &amp;nbsp;All she wants is her pacifier, blanket and milk! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type this post I have all my three girls laying on top of me. &amp;nbsp;I just love being loved by them. &amp;nbsp;Its the only type of love that can feel so real. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-3000323295826103902?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The moment someone says that to me, I get images of me walking around in my house with baby throw up on my clothes, play dough all stuck in my hair, my white socks looking brown due to unmopped wood floors, or my upper lip which needs to be threaded very soon! &amp;nbsp;How do I convince people that me staying at home with the girls is the hardest thing, especially when my husband takes off to Vegas for 4 days for a "all guy" trip! &amp;nbsp;I am no Super Mom. &amp;nbsp;I am a woman who has realized that this is my life..these are my kids and I will always have a smile on my face no matter how bad it gets, because I am BLESSED! &lt;br /&gt;
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We as moms tend to put so much pressure on ourselves to be that "Super Mom". &amp;nbsp;I think they should make a documentary called "Super Mom" and bring cameras into the lives of both working and stay at home moms. &amp;nbsp;I speak for myself when I note how my husband notices the end result of everything I do. &amp;nbsp;So he walks in the bathroom and notice that I bought the hair gel, mousse, contact solutions and q-tips. &amp;nbsp;The fact that food is on the counter and everything is freshly made. &amp;nbsp;The fact that all three girls are smelling good and have the&amp;nbsp;cleanest&amp;nbsp;clothes on their body. &amp;nbsp;These things do not magically appear. &amp;nbsp;I do them! &amp;nbsp;I started out by saying how there is no such thing as super mom and now I am convincing myself that there is a Super Woman in every household. &lt;br /&gt;
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How about I just take a compliment of being a Super Mom. &amp;nbsp;Next time instead of responding with anything. &amp;nbsp;I am just going to say THANK YOU. &amp;nbsp;I am a Super Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-2775330695301166903?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleepless nights!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Colic baby&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Breast feeding blues&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Supplementing/pumping&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lack of time for a nice warm shower&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being able to eat a warm plate of food&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Unexplainable crying&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Rushing to diffuse baby cries so the siblings don't wake up in the middle of the night&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Lately I have been feeling like a zombie. &amp;nbsp;Sohni wakes up every 2 hours and sometimes it takes her 4 more hours to go back to sleep. &amp;nbsp;Finally when she falls asleep at 5am, I get to sleep for 2 hours before my middle child wakes up and starts her day.&lt;br /&gt;
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The best part of being a mom to a third child is knowing that this time will pass. &amp;nbsp;Its 2am right now and Sohni has been up since midnight. &amp;nbsp;I have burped her 6 times already since she is so gassy and walked around with her twice. &amp;nbsp;No matter how difficult this stage is, I realize that I need to cherish this time with my baby as they grow up so so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-8817449562395575567?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel deaf, dead, insane, out of control, and wanting to run away. &amp;nbsp;At times I amaze myself by totally shutting down while the chaos is surrounding me. &amp;nbsp;I can just get lost in my little world and continue to hear the kids scream. &amp;nbsp;Finally my daughter goes, "mommy why are you not talking"..honestly...I just don't know what to say, what to do, how to react, etc!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank God its 8:18pm and its bedtime for the 2 year old. &amp;nbsp;I am going to take her upstairs and then try to just relax with my cup of tea. &amp;nbsp;God help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-6680508476828252814?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They say wisdom comes with age. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I have gained any of that, but I do know I have gained some lbs, responsibilities, wrinkles, and of course cellulite. &amp;nbsp;After a very tough year, I pray that this year is filled with the best of health for myself and my family members. &amp;nbsp;I pray that this year brings me new level of patience and an appreciation for every little thing in life. &amp;nbsp;I am blessed to have lots of love around me and I hope to give it all back. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I am typing this, my 5 year old approaches me and sits next to me to see what I am doing. &amp;nbsp;In my excitement I say to her, "its mommy's birthday today". &amp;nbsp;Her reply, "mommy when is grandma and Mani auntie giving me my birthday present". &amp;nbsp;What a great reminder of telling myself that as a mom, its no longer about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-6700529110959030415?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today as I sat down on the couch with my hot cup of chai, I was reminded of my childhood days where my mom would do the same. &amp;nbsp;I remember those days when &amp;nbsp;I would volunteer to pick up her chai cup so I could gulp the last sip that she left off. &amp;nbsp;My daughter did the same with me today. &amp;nbsp;Amazing how history repeats itself. Love you mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-3793857363598917980?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have tried the lollipop bribe, set up the potty right&amp;nbsp;in front&amp;nbsp;of the laptop so Kiran may watch The Wiggles as she tries to do her business in the potty. &amp;nbsp;Every effort has failed. &amp;nbsp;She sat on the potty for almost 30 mins and no success. &amp;nbsp;She has yet to drop anything in the hole! &amp;nbsp;We have been following the same routine now for the past 4 days...arghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;
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Any suggestions!!! Please help me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-8046131134869252828?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is no other car/SUV out there that can make me trade in my minivan. &amp;nbsp;The joys of a minivan driver are great. &amp;nbsp;I am able to press a button to open the back doors so my girls can hop in without me having to give them a push. &amp;nbsp;I remember those heavy SUV door days!! &amp;nbsp;and I swear I will never go there again.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only bad thing about driving a big van is that my kids feel the need to furnish their car seat area as if they are planning to spend the night in the back seat. &amp;nbsp;I have gotten in a habit of weekly cleaning when I pretty much take everything out of the back seats and bring it back in the house. &amp;nbsp;This morning as I was cleaning the back seat, I found chex mix snack, glass of water, stuffed Dora, stuffed dog, 10 coloring books, box of colors, candy wrappers, 4 pair of shoes, etc. &amp;nbsp;I was going to put a picture up but I was way too&amp;nbsp;embarrassed! &amp;nbsp;I am sure some of you are feeling disgusted but honestly I have peeked into other minivans parked next to me at parks/malls and they are just as crowded. &lt;br /&gt;
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Either way, like my title states..No shame in my game! &amp;nbsp;God bless all minivans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-8994076356228527050?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tantrums&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;My 4 year old is better now but my 2 year old has become a tantrum specialist. &amp;nbsp;She will find the most perfect places to show me up. &amp;nbsp;I love my grocery store trips where I literally have to force her to stay in the cart and as I am paying for my grocery bill she stands up and makes everyone around me very nervous. &amp;nbsp;God I would just love to ignore her! &amp;nbsp;lol. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;My trips to Ross are the worse. &amp;nbsp;I love that store. &amp;nbsp;You can get some great deals and I feel like I am on a 30 mins deadline. &amp;nbsp;I find myself screaming my daughter's name constantly. &amp;nbsp;On my most recent trip, I counted how many times I had to call out her name and in 30 minutes time frame I called out 35+ times. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;And how about our favorite, Costco! &amp;nbsp;Good lord!!! &amp;nbsp;That place is a zoo and my daughter is a little mouse running around/between/in those carts/aisles. &amp;nbsp;Then those good 'ol samples! &amp;nbsp;I used to just walk past them and not even bother, but now the girls are too smart and they start to yell out if God forbid I pass one. &amp;nbsp;I know I look like a tool!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Art of Cooking&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Watching what the girls eat is always on my mind. &amp;nbsp;Junk food is limited throughout the day and the need to be creative with the meals is always a challenge. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manners Makeover&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Say "please", "thank you"; "no yelling at mommy" or somebody else for that matter. &amp;nbsp;Disciplining them is a challenge in itself. &amp;nbsp;The best is when I am over at my friend's or family member home and the girls are screaming at each other, fighting for the same toy. &amp;nbsp;Are you kidding me, you guys are too old for teething toys.&amp;nbsp;I share these pursuits with my mom and she looks at me like I am crazy. &amp;nbsp;She claims that we are too serious these days. &amp;nbsp;She thinks I should loosen up and just enjoy this time. &amp;nbsp;I think she is right. &amp;nbsp;With another one on the way, it might be a good idea to start ignoring the little stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a mom is not easy. &amp;nbsp;My hats off to all the moms out there who on a daily basis deal with the same issues and are still able to keep their spirits, and energy up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. This post did not include our struggles to look sexy and have somewhat of a social life with friends and hubby...that is my next post! &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-3257480124934203790?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks Naomi for your support. &amp;nbsp;Life can bring its challenges and its a blessing to have so many people who are there to support you in tough times. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for your friendship, Naomi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-399172215643871431?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My sister, Zunaira, started her Chemo in April and after 2 rounds the medical oncologist requested another MRI to see how the tumor was doing. &amp;nbsp;I still remember getting an email from my brother who told me that the tumor did shrink in size but is still wrapped around the major artery/vein. &amp;nbsp;The surgeon at that point told us that it would be impossible to get the tumor out without an amputation. &amp;nbsp;Amputation!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;seriously!!! &amp;nbsp;are you kidding me!!!! but we had no choice but to accept the fact that her left leg would be amputated. &amp;nbsp;I have realized in life that unless you are given an option, you cannot make a fuss about things. &amp;nbsp;I was never asked if my sister could have cancer, therefore I have zero control. &amp;nbsp;All I can do is accept the facts, deal with my feelings, support my sister and look forward to a brighter future. &amp;nbsp;My sister and I are 3 years apart and I have depended on her for every little decision in my life. &amp;nbsp;I remember&amp;nbsp;shopping&amp;nbsp;for my wedding and her getting irritated with me for not making any decisions and just asking her to pick my wedding dress, my shoes, my makeup, etc. &amp;nbsp;I was not going to let this Cancer take my sister!&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorial day was the last weekend before the amputation and the whole family got together to spend some much needed time with Zunaira. &amp;nbsp;We had seen her go through some tough days after chemo and it was nice to see her&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;smile before her surgery. &amp;nbsp;June 3rd was amputation day and the whole family was at the hospital to support and shower her with all the blessings and positive attitude. &amp;nbsp;I know my mom had such a tough time with this. &amp;nbsp;Surgery day she was losing her mind! &amp;nbsp;We were all sitting in the waiting area and she&amp;nbsp;could&amp;nbsp;not control her anxiety and every 5 minutes would ask us if Zunaira's surgery was done. &amp;nbsp;I am a mom of 2 daughters and I cant imagine what must have been going on in my mom's head that day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Zunaira's surgery went well and she recovered well. &amp;nbsp;She stayed at the hospital for the next 4 days and then was transferred to the Rehabilitation Center. &amp;nbsp;She spent a good 2 weeks at the center and we all saw how she wanted to get back on her feet. &amp;nbsp;She went through an intense training that would start at 730am and end at 5 pm every day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday Zunaira was discharged and finally came home. &amp;nbsp;It was so nice to see her home. &amp;nbsp;We welcomed her with flowers, balloons, and all her favorite goodies! &amp;nbsp;I watched my sister leave home prior to surgery with both legs and then yesterday I saw her hoping up the steps with her one leg. &amp;nbsp;I still feel blessed..because she is &amp;nbsp;whole in her spirit!&lt;br /&gt;
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We understand that she has a long road to recovery and will be soon going through prosthetic&amp;nbsp;fittings&amp;nbsp;and I pray every day that she lives a cancer free life. &amp;nbsp;My sister is my strength, courage, hero, and best friend. &amp;nbsp;She was soon to start her Medical Residency and now has to get through her rehabilitation before she starts her medical career. &amp;nbsp;It has been tough to see her struggle with medical bills as she did not have a job prior to being diagnosed with Cancer. &amp;nbsp;She had private insurance with a 10K deductible. &amp;nbsp;Her friends have started a fund for her and its so nice to see people donate and extend a helping hand. &lt;br /&gt;
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I will end this post by saying that I have seen this courageous woman go through such great physical pain and still I catch a glimpse of her dancing in her wheel chair. &amp;nbsp;We play Shakira and she starts to move her upper body around and shake her thing. &amp;nbsp;My sister is my hero. &amp;nbsp;I pray every day that God blesses her with a healthy life. &amp;nbsp;I am amazed as to how positive she is as a person and because of her we are a stronger family. &amp;nbsp;We are proud of you Zunaira and you make us all be better people with much bigger hearts than we ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-1209618417988810460?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just 5 minutes ago Yas sneaks down the stairs and finds me sitting on the couch with a laptop on my lap. &amp;nbsp;She goes, "mommy, you forgot to give me milk!" &amp;nbsp;My response, "No, you did drink your milk. &amp;nbsp;I told you Yasmin, mommy is no longer giving you a sippy cup". &lt;br /&gt;
She stares at me for a minute and yells, "So I came down here for nothing!!!". Hahahahahahahaha....I should be angry at her tone, but I could not control my face. &amp;nbsp;Amazing how little sh*ts can run our lives. &amp;nbsp;Gosh I love motherhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-6620651368134212133?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSWQeV9Iqmo/TCAU3VDvK4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GMHSSutkYJ8/s1600/n833025480_4411285_5162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSWQeV9Iqmo/TCAU3VDvK4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GMHSSutkYJ8/s320/n833025480_4411285_5162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have learned so much from this experience. &amp;nbsp;I have a new found respect for cancer survivors. &amp;nbsp;They go through so much and still they are able to have such great outlook on life. &amp;nbsp;I have seen her dancing to Shakira music and just enjoying life on her hospital bed. &amp;nbsp;These little moments in life make me realize how simple and easy she makes it for me and my family to cope with such pain. &amp;nbsp;I thank myself sister every day for her&amp;nbsp;strength, positive outlook, courage, patience, resilience, and her beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray to God every day that her spirit shines and she is able to acheive all her dreams and aspirations. &amp;nbsp;Even though we have had a tough year, I am still blessed to have my sister around. &amp;nbsp;I cant wait to see her home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-4115157162034112001?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I gave birth to my first born, Yasmin, I knew that we would share some crazy personality traits. &amp;nbsp;What I didn't know back then, that Yasmin would turn out just like me. &amp;nbsp;Her sense of humor can be dirty and at times make you blush.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yasmin's new obsession is noticing the butt cracks around us. &amp;nbsp;We were at a restaurant and she could not stop noticing the table next to us. &amp;nbsp;She kept on saying "mommy I can see that man's butt". &amp;nbsp;At first we laughed but had such a hard time getting her away from this new found obsession.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today as I was pumping gas and I hear &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Yas&lt;/span&gt; yell for me. &amp;nbsp;I get in the car and she proceeds to point out the crack right in front of our car. &amp;nbsp;She goes "mommy, that man bent over and now I can see his butt" &amp;nbsp;I was laughing so hard that I accidentally blew the horn and scared the heck out of the man. &amp;nbsp;Its time like these I look at my girls and realize how blessed I am. &amp;nbsp;Memories like this remind me of my childhood. &amp;nbsp;I remember my mom hired this man to come and cut a tree for us and the whole time I was obsessing about his crack! &amp;nbsp;I see myself in &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Yas&lt;/span&gt; and feel like I am 5 years old again. &amp;nbsp;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-5429436333614579032?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I have a 4 year old who just wont stop communicating with me and a 2 year old who tries to compete and starts to have a long drawn conversation with me.&amp;nbsp; Its amazing to watch kids grow and see how they develop a personality.&amp;nbsp; I truly believe that once they start talking, you really do get a sense of who they are.&amp;nbsp; I have learned that my 2 year old is stubborn, she is very decisive and also curious but has no interest in the details.&amp;nbsp; She just wants to know that she has mommy's attention.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We all know we have a long road ahead of us, but we believe in the power of prayer and know that HE has a plan for our family. &amp;nbsp;Life has its surprise and this surprise is going to change us forever. &amp;nbsp;Please keep us in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-5868644481396375609?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First trimester I could not stand the smell of coffee but that feeling soon ended and now starts my loving obsession of Kirkland coffee. &amp;nbsp;The moment I pour that coffee in my mug, I am literally drooling. &amp;nbsp;I cant even describe that first sip in the morning. &amp;nbsp;Its like the best thing/liquid going down my throat (get your mind out of the gutter people)!&lt;br /&gt;
I am sitting here with my favorite coffee and thinking, I am blessed to experience this drink. &amp;nbsp;To all the coffee lovers out there, I get it..I understand it! The morning cup of coffee is like winning a million bucks. &amp;nbsp;I want to say that it overtakes a good orgasm but&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;my husband reads my blog and there is no need for &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;WWIII&lt;/span&gt; in my house. &amp;nbsp;Anyhow, thanks Kirkland!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-158180878512655168?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thanks to last minute deals we are going to Cancun for 5 days. &amp;nbsp;We are so excited!! &amp;nbsp;I have been talking about going away for months and every single time I get discouraged when I see how much it will cost for the 4 of us. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to last minute deals, I found an awesome deal for non stop flights and all inclusive hotel in Cancun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am looking forward to relaxing on the beach, hanging out by the pool with the girls, no cooking, no cleaning, no laundry, and no making our beds. &amp;nbsp;Its amazing how these things add up and the thought of not having to do anything can bring so much excitement. &amp;nbsp;Will post pics when we return! &amp;nbsp;yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-7243098721830510315?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If I could I would post my face inside &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Walmart's&lt;/span&gt; walls and in BOLD type..."You will never see this face inside a &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;WALMART&lt;/span&gt;." &amp;nbsp;Sorry in advance to those who are in love with &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the drama. &amp;nbsp;I left home around 10 am with my 2 year old and decided to purchase air purifying plants for our family room. &amp;nbsp;After 2 hours and 130 bucks later, I proceeded to walk out of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; with my overfilled cart and my two year old. &amp;nbsp;Now I am 7 months pregnant so you can imagine what I looked like with my child literally holding me by my breasts! &amp;nbsp;I pulled my minivan to the loading area and asked "Dan" for his help with the 50 pound soil bag. &amp;nbsp;As he proceeded to load the soil I see this little man run up and tell me that "Dan" was loading the wrong soil. &amp;nbsp;He told me that I paid 8.50 for the soil and in fact the one that was being loaded was 9 bucks. &amp;nbsp;"Are you kidding me" were my words. &amp;nbsp;I told him that I wanted the moisture control soil and that is what the cashier told me that she charged me for. &amp;nbsp;Long story short they wanted me to go to the customer service area and make my exchange. &amp;nbsp;I almost lost it! &amp;nbsp;Why cant I just pay you 2 bucks for the difference and you leave the damn bag alone. &amp;nbsp;But nope that did not satisfy them. &amp;nbsp;I ended up just driving away without the soil because now it was time for me to pick my 4 year old from school. &amp;nbsp;I called &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and told them that I was irritated, angry, and frustrated with my experience. &amp;nbsp;The sad part was the lady at the customer desk was not understanding me. She kept on saying "What you returning".. I could tell by her accent that she was an Indian lady. &amp;nbsp;Now people I am of Indian descent and I am not trying to make fun or anything..but dammit try to understand my point here. &amp;nbsp;I ended up returning everything. &amp;nbsp;I was not going to give them anymore business as they were just ridiculous and irrational! &amp;nbsp;Why is it my fault that your cashier rang me up for the wrong thing. &amp;nbsp;And are you going to make me unload/load/reload a 50 pound bag all for 50 cents. &amp;nbsp;I understand the principle but don't make me go from one end to the other with 2 kids and 2 carts! &amp;nbsp;Make you system efficient and allow the Garden Center to correct their transactions!&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked out of the doors of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and I knew that was the end to our relationship! &amp;nbsp;I will never return again. &amp;nbsp;They almost caused me to have contractions and give birth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-6858934971998176671?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say broken I am talking about women who have taken a back seat and are no longer making themselves their first priority. &amp;nbsp;I always hear family members, friends, random neighbors tell me about how they don't have time for themselves. &amp;nbsp;Its one thing to say this, but it is truly another thing when you can visibly see someone who does not take care of themselves. &amp;nbsp;They tend to have a high stress life with crazy work and kids schedules. &amp;nbsp;I am not saying that all of us need to be trim and fit but I do think we should take some time to ourselves and go out for a nice walk, run, etc. &amp;nbsp;This way we get some fresh air and some time to ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lately I am telling myself to make extra effort to do things for me. &amp;nbsp;Meaning, go to the gym, enjoy a nice brunch with some close friends, take the time out to get my hair done. &amp;nbsp;Try to have at least mascara or lip gloss on my face, not be shy about getting dressed up even if I don't have anywhere to go. &amp;nbsp;I truly believe that when you feel good about yourself, you truly do look good as well! &amp;nbsp;So for all my diva-less moms out there, lets make a pledge to take an extra 10 &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; for ourselves...we are truly worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-1969016245507280311?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After loading the hoop my husband walked in and asked me to hand over the money. &amp;nbsp;I knew where this was going. &amp;nbsp;He ran out and handed her money back and said that this good deed did not need to involve money. &amp;nbsp;She insisted we keep the money but he said no its ok. &amp;nbsp;She looked at all of us and said the words I love the most, "God Bless You". &amp;nbsp;With a big smile on my face I took it all in. &amp;nbsp;God bless my family and keep us away from the evils. &amp;nbsp;As a mother you never know whose well wishes can help you in life and there is nothing like getting blessings from a complete stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-4448212365086799354?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Anyone who has known me for a while will tell you that I do not like FEET.  Yes, you read it right..I am just not a feet person.  I cringe in my skin when I see feet. &amp;nbsp;I am known to meet people for the first time and without any conscience I proceed to check out their feet.  According to my mom I would sit in a corner and take my socks off, proceed to clean toe jam with my tiny fingers and then smell them.  Sorry if I am making you guys sick but I am sure all of us have some dirty habits and I just happen to share mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With my luck, I have been blessed with two girls who have no shame with their feet.  Both girls hate wearing socks and if it was up to them, they would run around the yard bare foot.  I constantly have to remind them to put their shoes/sandals/flip flops..dammit anything on!&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I was giving Kiran a bath and I noticed how dirty her nails were.  I pulled out an old toothbrush and proceeded to brush her feet, toes, nails, everything!  As you can imagine she was hating this experience but I was determined to get ever toe/finger jam out of there.  After ten minutes of complete screaming fest I was content and ready to move on with my day.  &lt;br /&gt;
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It has been almost an hour and in that hour Kiran ran outside in the yard to check up on our vegetables.  You guessed it right..she was BAREFOOT!  I am back to sqaure one now.  All that scrubbing was not even worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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As my daughters get older, I am hoping/praying/wishing that they will understand and respect my obsession with feet and proceed to cover them and protect them as necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-8398978040309783504?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lately with the sun beaming and the girls wanting to stay out all day, I have noticed odors that I have yet to experience with the girls.  Call me an over conscious mom but I want my girls to always smell good, look clean, and well put together. I started my search for deodorant that was safe for girls aged 5.  I came across Junior Varsity Naturals.  This is a Natural deodorant that is safe for kids of all ages.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I started to do my own research and found some fellow blogging moms to review the product.  Some of the highlights included:&lt;br /&gt;
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All Natural Kids Deodorant!&lt;br /&gt;
No Aluminum, No Parabans, No Propylene Glycol.&lt;br /&gt;
Awesome Smell&lt;br /&gt;
Very Safe and Gentle for Active Kids of Any Age&lt;br /&gt;
Goes on clear&lt;br /&gt;
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I proceeded to make my purchase and cant wait for my almost 5 year old to try it.  I know this may sound crazy to some moms out there but I want to make sure at this age Yasmin does not get self conscious about herself especially when she returns from an outside fun playtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855095231209540146-949299986377571070?l=areebaathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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