If there’s anything you should know about Amani — besides the fact that she’s the sweetest little thing ever — it’s that she hates her car seat. My little girl is simply not a fan. While her sisters would happily and comfortably nap in it while we were out running errands, Miss Amani wants no part of it. She would much rather be in my arms or worn in a baby carrier. I certainly don’t mind having her close by, but somehow, I’m still not used to the being less efficient while baby wearing. Then one day, I found myself in the grocery store alone with her and couldn’t believe what she did.
It seems like once a baby learns to do something, it’s all they ever want to do! Amani first rolled over a couple of months ago and has become quite a pro at it. When I place her down, she hardly stays on her back. Instead she rolls over right away onto her tummy. She’s been such a champ at tummy time that I think she’s strengthened her upper body muscles enough to start crawling soon! She’s really been on a roll!
As a little sister to two older sisters, I can definitely vouch for the incredible value that they bring to my life. I’ve always looked up to them as role models, each one providing inspiration or guidance in her own unique way. I seek them out constantly, and without fail, they’re always there for me. I’m so grateful that my daughters all have each other as sisters, built in friends. It’s the relationship between my oldest and youngest that always makes me stop to cherish the bond and connections made.
As a mama to four kids, pretty much every minute of my day is accounted for and dedicated to my family. Sometimes I feel like I have multiple personalities as I try to think for and think ahead of each child’s actions to keep things under control. Running errands with all four girls is almost like synchronized swimming. I have to keep everyone in applause worthy formation without making too much of a splash. It’s when every single girl begins to take on her own routine that I begin to unravel. That becomes my cue for a fitting room time out.
With the birth of Amani, I knew I had to step up my potty training game with Zaynab. Two kiddos in diapers wasn’t something that I wanted to deal with at all. It was time to roll up my sleeves — and my pant legs — and nip this issue in the bud. The only challenge was that Zaynab was not taking to potty training as well as her sisters had. Her sisters were out of diapers within three days. Zaynab wasn’t on board and needed a new trick to eventually transition into undies. Once I discovered what made her go, I was shouting “hooray!” all day long.