While I was out

I am still with the living, hamdillah. There are many people to thank.


My nurse friend is the one who sent me to the dr. in the first place. I would have just blown it off as the flu except that she sent me for anti-flu medicine. And she also sustained me with a constant barrage of hillarious and sympathetic text messages.

Dawn saved my life by picking my daughter up from daycare so I didn't have to leave my house. She did this even though it meant having to put in our carseat which also meant having to move her carseat to drive my daughter 2 blocks while her daughter protested the relocation only to drop off my daughter and then take our carseat out of her car and eventually have to move her own carseat back! I'm tired just writing it. Even though she says it didn't take very long, it meant a lot and it was awesome of her and her temporarily displaced daughter. Thanks, Dawn. I love you every day. I especially loved you Tuesday.

My friend at work didn't blink when I told her I had pneumonia and wouldn't be able to go help with an all day training. So yeah, even though you thought you were going to that training so you could observe & learn. . .yeah. . . maybe you wouldn't mind, you know, doing the training? She didn't blink. "My GOD." She said. "Pneumonia! Get some sleep!" And I did. And it was awesome.

My tireless partner came home and found that my parenting strategy Monday night was something like this: put bowl of cheerios & a cup of water on the floor, kiss my baby girl, tell her that the goddess will watch out for her and pass out on the couch. I don't really remember her coming home or getting the girl to bed. I remember waking up the next day to find that the entire mess had been cleaned up and she and Dawn had taken care of everything for the next day so I could just keep sleeping. It was awesome.

There are more people to thank, I don't mean to neglect you. But I am still tired and am about to turn into a pumpkin. So let me thank the kind blogosphere with the most joyous thing I can offer: some pics of my girlchild. (that may be the cheeziest thing yet said on this here blog. no apologies, though, cuz i mean it.)

Khubz in her most Muslim moment Yet!

Does Santa come to quasi-Muslimy households

where toddlers irreverantly immitate prayer while playing in box lids?

Khubz can't bear to look.

And finally, yes, that is my daughter

playing with an orange. All day long. And eating it.

Whole. My daughter. Yes.