My online shop

I’ve been spending a lot of time lately on my Etsy shop (link given below). Its called Zainab’s Quilled Creations. I opened it earlier this year and I’m selling handmade jewelry that I make with the art of paper quilling. Jewelry is quite a saturated market and it’s hard to make a mark. Also opening an online shop is not just about having a great product to sell but also knowing about how search engines work and how to get found. It can be really frustrating at times.

I don’t get a lot of time as my toddler takes up most of my day. But whatever time I do get I make the most of it by spending it on making new pieces and editing my shop. I love quilling and thinking of new designs to try out.

I would love for you to visit my shop and let me know what you think in the comments.


Nightmare flight

A few days ago we returned from a lovely trip to Greece. On the flight back my toddler decided to have a meltdown of epic proportions.

She had fallen asleep and I thought she would sleep the entirety of the 4 hour flight but being strapped in to my seat belt attachment must have been uncomfortable for her and she woke up after around 2 hours. I tried to rock her back to sleep but she was struggling to get free and crying. I took her out and to the front part of the plane where the plane staff is. She calmed down after a while and i took her back to the seat. She was playing and coloring but then something set her off and she started crying uncontrollably. She refused to let me hold her or take the pacifier and was just screaming her lungs out. I took her to the front part again and tried to calm her down by singing to her. Finally when my husband showed her some videos of our trip she stopped crying. Soon it was time for the descent and we were instructed to go back to our seats. Of course she hated being strapped in again and screamed the whole time all the way to immigration. Immigration took one hour and getting our luggage another hour so i took the kids to one side and sat down. She was quite happy coloring and playing. We reached home at 2am and now Zoya had no plans to sleep. I fed her a snack, put on some music, read bedtime stories to her. She finally slept at 330am. It took us a few days to get her sleeping pattern in order but now she’s back to normal.

In hindsight, I think she was just exhausted. We did 4 flights in 6 days and even though the flights were short they are still exhausting especially for a child. And she was especially cranky because her night sleep was interrupted. She usually sleeps 11 to 12 hours straight. I think we should wait a couple of years before we undertake another trip again.

Too old to be a new mom??

I read a woman’s post on a forum where she had said that people had told her that at 37 she would be too old to care for her new baby. What kind of a person would say such a thing? And that too to a 37 year old pregnant woman?

I had my daughter when I was 40 years old and if someone had said something like that to me I would have given them a piece of my mind! People should mind their own business and if they can only say hurtful things, they should just keep quiet.

Having said that there are days that I feel too old to run after my toddler. But that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m 42 now, im sure even a 20 year old would feel the same way at times. Toddlers have the stamina to wear you out and everyone knows that. But I don’t have a choice. Whether I’m tired or not I’m the person responsible for taking care of her and I’m the one she will look to in times of need. The best thing I can do is to keep myself fit and healthy so I can do my job well. And that’s what every mother should be doing regardless of her age.

Its also important that I keep myself happy and take out time to do things for myself. Usually when my daughter naps I spend the time quilling (my new hobby). It makes me happy doing it and when I’m done I can appreciate the new piece I’ve created.

An interesting fact about my family is that my mom was also 40 when I was born. If she could do it, so can I!

Sibling moments

My son keeps asking me who I think is cuter; him or his little sister. I always reply that both are cute but this is not the answer he’s looking for and the question keeps popping up.

Sometimes he says “Now you love me less because you have to love Zoya too :(” I tell him I love him even more now. Before he was only my son and I loved him in that role but now I see him as an older brother and a friend to his sister so I love him even more. And then he says “Really?” and looks very happy and that just makes my day 🙂

Of course they have their moments when he finds her “the most annoying person ever”. This is usually when he’s trying to do something (on his iPad) and she’s trying to catch his attention by pulling his hair. A few minutes later all is well and he’s proclaiming her to be the cutest baby ever and cuddling her no end.

Better than ice cream

What is it about babies that makes them oozing with cuteness and you just want to hold them and eat them up because they look yummier than an ice cream cone? And that sweet look they give you that makes your heart melt and when they fall asleep (finally) their peaceful little faces are enough to recharge your batteries (a nap helps also!). And even strangers will smile at you and the baby when they walk past the stroller. Some may even stop to talk to the baby especially if you’re in a restaurant.

The fact is that babies are oozing with cuteness that acts like a magnet for anyone around them. They’re just irresistible and they know it too.

Sibling love

When I was pregnant with my daughter I was a bit apprehensive about how my son would respond to her. He had been an only child for 7 years, would he be jealous that somebody would come and share his space? How would he react to her taking up so much of my time and me not being available for him as much as I used to. Would the age difference come in the way of them being playmates when she’s older?

She’s 9 months now and I think I was worried for nothing. My son absolutely dotes on his sister. He says that she’s the cutest baby in the universe and he’s the luckiest brother. Every time we want him to get off the iPad we tell him to play with his baby sister. My daughter seems destined not to be a girly girl. She loves playing with her brother’s toys even the creepy ones.

I guess I have nothing to worry about and can look forward to seeing this brother-sister relationship blossom in the future.