Curtains and Life

A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about getting new curtains for our apartment. There was a lot of work involved in hanging the curtains. Since the ceilings were too high for me, my husband did the entire job by himself. I ironed the curtains though! Just as I hoped that we were all done, my mom told me that we did a lousy job assigning curtains to each window. As a matter of fact, it looks like there is more work ahead of me…

Each set of curtains came with clear instructions. Well, I have the curtains but I lost the instructions. A girl does not need any instructions, I said to myself. At least that’s what I initially thought. As you see, I am still on a big mission and God only knows when it is going to end!

Here is the current look of my little nook I created for myself. I admit that it looks a little different right about now! It might look even more different a week from now.

Aside from not feeling very well for the last week and not being able to go out as much, we are trying to keep our sons busy and entertained. We added one more lesson to our routine daily exercises. In addition to book reading, phonics, drawing, watching cartoons and playing games – Omar is learning to write. He is doing pretty good, I shall admit. Well, he is no genius (at least not yet) but he is mommy’s little smartie pants!.. and he needs a haircut.

Ozzy is our mischief boss. He breaks stuff quietly and leaves the accident sight quietly. If it was not for his uber-honest brother, I would have never found out that Osman throws his cereal behind daddy’s speakers, breaks the buttons of the receiver, changes the background on daddy’s computer, misplaces Omar’s cars, draws all over the furniture, wants his brother’s iPod Touch, turns off TV, etc. Does Omar rat his brother out? Not at all. I mostly find out about Ozzy’s mischiefs when Omar tries to clean up after his little brother, creating a bigger mess one cannot apprehend…

Oh, you can tell that Ozzy needs a haircut, too!

My children imitate my husband and me pretty vigorously. They wear our hats, touch type, read books the minute we sit down to read. Mostly, their books are wrong side-up, but it doesn’t matter much, as long as they have them and they look like mom or dad. At least I have my make-up spared!

Ozzy is hooked on “finger painting”. Except he does not appreciate the fact that he has to use his fingers. I started giving him a small brush to play around. It looks like things are going well, if we don’t count that he likes tasting yummy-looking paint every once in a while.

My little world, my big boys. I am so proud of them. They are the light of my eyes and the heartbeat of my existence.

All of the above pictures were taken with the Nikon D300 and Nikkor 50mm f/1.4D lens.