Nostalgique

At times when my husband is away on a business trip or any trip whatsoever, I get so nostalgic, I start flipping the “pages” of Lightroom to glace over our old images. Oh, I do own those old style coffee table albums, too. If the technology keeps up the way it has been, I will soon forget which shelf is generously occupied by my albums. Instead of thinking or speaking out loud, which I do a lot, I decided to write my thoughts out loud. I am not sure if there is such a thing. If there is not, I hope people list “writing out loud” under my name in Wikipedia.

So, my husband is away for couple of more days. I am stuck home with my little dudes with no wallet or my phone! All my husband’s fault! Which means all I get to do is cook, watch TV, attend to my boy’s needs and get nostalgic of how my husband would play with the boys every night to give me a time off. Right about when I finished the last sentence, my younger son Osman, who is still not sleeping at 11:34PM is calling for his dad! Awwwwwwww, we miss you daddy-o, come back!

Regardless of my fierce and independent looks (really?), I belong to my husband and I can’t do without him for a second! My sister can corroborate on this even more, if you wish. I sit there and cry for quite some time when Nasim is away!!! Especially when he accidentally grabs my wallet and my phone with him. Well, I am not sure if it was an accidental move. But I would like to think so for now…

Before I jump to mad from nostalgic, let’s go back to my initial thought about having images nicely portrayed. I say it is  great to have memories reflected on anything like film, memory card, your computer’s hard drive, paper or even metal. With time passing by quickly, we tend to forget a lot of things. Our brain cells wear off, refresh, etc. Images help us recall those lost memories.

So I picked out some of my favorite images to comfort myself. I am very pregnant in all the images I am in. That’s because I was pregnant almost 60% of the time since we got married!

None of the images are edited. There was nothing to edit. Though I wish I could make me look like couple of pounds (15 lbs to be exact) lighter!

The first four images were taken during our trip to Utah. We went there with our dear friends, The Kaikovs family. Here I am posing with Natalia.

My handsome lad at a canyon-like place, called Goose Neck. Forgive me, I am geographically challenged.

I was sooo tired, I look like I am drugged. I still like this picture. It shows how tolerant I was towards our long driving hours.

My Omar the Pooh in Disneyland. Poor guy didn’t understand much of it back then. We need to go back there. I was about 8 months pregnant when this picture was taken and enjoyed every bit of the Grilled Turkey legs I ate in Disneyland! So, while we might go back to show the place to the kids, I get to fulfill my hidden agendas, too.

Following three images were taken in Huntington Beach, CA. There is an ecological reserve called Bolsa Chica. A lot of birders will now this area.

Omar loves the beach and he loves the sand. Aside from his habit of tasting the sand, everything was pretty great.

We love Belmar Park. It is one of our favorite parks in the area. Although it is a little far from our house, we still go there quite often.

Nasim took this picture of Omar while I was in the hospital with our newborn Osman. Our entire family (4 of us) were in the hospital the whole time. So, father and son decided to take a stroll in the park to get away from the hospital for a minute or two.

I think this picture was taken when Ozzy was one month old. Right before sunset. Gorgeous time of the day!

Osman still sleeps like that :)

Oh, my creative Omar is showing off his creative moves and picture poses :D I love this dude!

My little baby Ozzy during our RV trip to Black Canyon National Park. This was the first time he started smiling. I was over the top happy!!!!

Oh well, I got my daily dose of memory-recall! I am making a lot of yummy stuff for my hubby’s return. I better get on finishing those :P Oh and by the way, English is my forth language. If there are people who want to pick on my mistakes, by all means do. But keep in mind that I am not writing for an English Composition class or for a super duper scholarship.