Showing posts with label baby clothes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby clothes. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Billions of dollars of baby clothes!

So I'm staying with my husband this weekend, as I do most every weekend. But yesterday he took us out of town to go shopping! I do love shopping, but at the same time, I hate spending money. So it was a fun, yet painful, day for me.

We spent too much money (i think), but most of what we bought was for our son. After being born premature, he has more than made up for it by already growing out of his infant carseat. He's now growing out of his 6-9 month clothes (at 8 months) so we had to buy the next size up. Hubby's all for buying 'the best' for our son, so he got spoiled with clothes from Baby Gap, Osh Kosh, Gymboree, Nike, and Carters. If it had been me shopping alone...the whole trip would have been done at Wal-Mart, lol, not even kidding. I'm just uncomfortable with a $20 pair of shorts if they're only going to last 6 months (or less at the rate we're going). I was raised to pinch pennies and treasure coupons whereas hubby apparently had a less frugal childhood.

But, putting all my money matters aside, we got some really cute stuff!

Here are some of my faves...
cowboy jammies! He wore them last night and looked super adorable!

Also, this shirt for his b-day (not till november but we bought a size up)
He also got the most adorable little Nike shoes. I think infant/toddler shoes are just too cute.

I got a great pair of white cotton pants at the Gap. They're wide leg and light weight enough to be very comfy in the summer! (yet not so thin you see my undies)

And, hubby bought me a nice dress to wear on my birthday (at home, it's not hijab friendly, lol). My b-day's not until August, but we don't go shopping together that often.

I like staying here on weekends for many reasons, of course. 1) I get to be with MY HUSBAND whom I love dearly. I wish we could live together, but alas, my parents care more for insurance 2) I get to PRAY WITH HIM...i really need to work on memorizing the prayers by myself so that if i have a free moment at home with my parents I can pray independently and 3) he always takes me out of town so that I can WEAR HIJAB without worrying about my family/friends seeing me and squealing to my parents and 4) he either takes me out or cooks me yummy HALAL food. :)

I wore hijab yesterday. Hubby asked if I noticed people looking at me funny, I replied "I actually expected more of a response than I've noticed." He seemed surprised by that. He said he did notice some people giving me looks that weren't good. I didn't notice any of those. What I did notice was people looking at me with curiosity. I held the door open for sooo many people and they all looked kind of surprised when after saying 'thank you,' I'd reply with 'you're welcome' in obviously american English...no accent here. :) I look caucasian (i'm italian/polish), but I've been told i look lebanese....so i get the feeling that people assume i'm foreign until they hear me talk, because obviously no American born female would choose this for herself! ;)I like hijab. It reminds me to be a lady, it also made me feel that by holding the door for people and by just being friendly and polite in general, I was serving the greater purpose of testifying to the American people about the character of Muslim(s), and Muslim women specifically. We as Muslim women DO have personalities, DO have self-esteem, and DO have compassion for our fellow human beings whether they share our beliefs or not. I don't know how to describe it, but it really made me feel good. I kind of felt that by outwardly showing my religion(i.e.Islam because of my hijab), any kindness I bestowed upon someone directed their attention to God or my faith in God/Allah, as opposed as directing their attention to me in particular. It's neat to think that I could make someone pause and think about faith just by opening a door for them.

Uh-oh...my son is whining for my attention... It's great to be loved, even if it is by a chunky little baby. Although sometimes it's hard to get anything done!

Ma'alsalamah, sisters!