A father-daughter bond to cherish

It has been more than 6 months since my last post, which some of you may recall, was a desperate plea for help. Before proceeding any further, I would like to wholeheartedly thank each and every one of you for coming forward to help us. Those few weeks were the worst days of my life.

Ibrahim’s first week at the nursery

Last week was one of our most grueling and challenging weeks as a parent. We enrolled Ibrahim into his first nursery. It was long overdue. He turned 3 in Jan. We wanted him to attend a few months before he officially joins kindergarten. Just so that gets used to the idea of staying away from

On parenting and balance

Blogging has taken such a back seat in my life these days. I really miss the hay days. When each post by a fellow blogger was a playground for us bloggers. The fight to be the first one to comment. The leg-pulling and all the madness that unfolded. That made blogging worthwhile. It was the

Baba office se aaaaagaye!

Last night, my wife and Ibrahim flew to India for a couple of weeks. My bro-in-law’s wedding next month and she’s gone ahead for the preps. I fly down on 15th July. And the worst thing when she travels is the-coming-back-home-from-the-airport part. It is depressing to say the least. Empty seat next to me and

My little fighter

We went to the beach last evening. It was well past sunset. Just wanted to take the kids out for some fun. By kids, I mean my kid and my bro’s kid. Anyways, on our way back, Ibrahim was seated in the baby seat while my brother’s son (Yaser) was next to him. Suddenly Yaser

He said it finally

I realized last night that its been ages since I’ve posted something about Ibrahim. There was a time when almost all my posts were about him. I guess after his first birthday, the posts have been far and few. We will soon be celebrating his second birthday in Jan, and makes me wonder, where did

The amazing rollercoaster ride of fatherhood

I’ve never had a blogger’s block before. That is, not until now. Often wondered how could someone not have anything to post. This whole week I wanted to post but didn’t have the faintest idea on what I can write about. I do have a few thousand thoughts running up and down my mind though.

Happy Birthday, my little kiddo :)

I can’t believe one full year has passed. All I need to do is close my eyes, focus a little and I feel like I am still standing right there in the hospital, holding him for the first time, looking at his tiny face and his two little eyes staring back at me. I’m still

The year that was

2009 will always be remembered by me as the year in which I became a father. Nothing else could possibly override this one. That fateful evening on 20th Jan when I first held Ibrahim is a highlight of not just the year but a life. We became proud parents that day. Otherwise the year has

15 reasons why babies are better than adults

1. Just one no-nonsense way to convey their message – by bawling at top of their lungs 2. Hugs and kisses are such a natural way for these little wonders to express themselves. 3. ‘I love you’ would simply mean I love you though it really sounds like ‘gugu gaga brrr’ 4. The word enemy