How I celebrated my First Birthday.

Next week, my prince Andrew turns six. I cannot believe how quickly the years have gone by. When he had his first birthday, I had written this. I am not sure that I posted it on Xanga. But anyway, here it is. I was smiling the whole way down memory lane.

How I Celebrated My First Birthday. 

Mohamed Andrew Ali… April 28, 2011

First of all, I have to tell you all that I live in the land of giants. I live with two giants. One of them is soft and cute and kind of pretty, and when I laugh or smile she just claps her hands and jumps around like she hasn’t seen anything like that in her whole life. Sometimes she laughs so hard that she cries! I look at her with wonder, and really want to know what she is going to do when I start doing cartwheels! She keeps telling me, ‘mamma’ a hundred times. I think she wants me to call her mamma!

The second giant, oh my Gawd! It is a he! He is so big. His voice fills the house, and he thinks I am some kind of a giant too, and he wants to play with me. Give me a break! He claps so hard and laughs so hard and rolls around on the floor and lifts me up in the air. Then he lifts this little black thing and puts it to his ear and says, ‘Oh my god mom, you got to see how crapping cute Andrew is!’

Crapping cute? I have my time to crap and my time to play. But this giant he thinks I am always crapping. This guy tells me ‘dada, dada’ all the time. How the heck am I going to remember these words?

This week I started walking. Actually stood up all by myself, and started walking, just like these other giants all around me. You would have thought I was the only one in the whole world who did this. You won’t believe the talks they had on their little black and pink little thingies telling everyone, ‘he walked!’ big deal! Did they think I would be crawling the whole time?

Anyway, one year today I was born. So these two giants took me to this very fancy place called the country club, and then there were more giants there. They were all looking at me and clapping their hands. So, I did the same and started clapping. Monkey see monkey do! But it was the most humiliating thing for me, because they stuck me in this contraption called the ‘high chair’! I saw the two smaller giants there. One of them is shorter than the other one, and is kind of pudgy and his tummy and the fat on his body moves kind of cute. (Davis). He doesn’t have all the teeth in his mouth. (Oh, remind me to talk about when and how my teeth came out and how excited every one was.) So when he talks the air kind of whistles out of his mouth. I like to look at that. The other smaller giant (Noah) likes to carry me. I kind of like that. At least I am not stuck in the high chair all the time. There was a guy who was making different things out of balloons. I was really into it. I liked that a lot. I wanted one for my own self, and what do you know… this one old fat woman, (me) sitting at the same table, told that guy to make for me a Mickey Mouse out of the balloons, and I got my own toy to play with.

This old fat woman, her hair is different. See, this pretty thing who lives in my home, has beautiful brownish gold hair, and the man has black hair. But this old woman, she has like sliver in her hair, and she sings to me in some lingo; and I like the way it sounds. So I clap and shake my bootie. I did that some tonight also. The old man sitting next to her, has no hair on his head… or at least not much. But he is so silly. I like him a lot. Everyone calls him baba, so I tried to call him that too. When I say that word, the pretty lady who wants me to call her mamma, gets so happy and claps her hands. Doesn’t take much for her to get her to clap.  And then there is this other she giant (Saadia) and the he giant (Dave) who are supposed to be the mamma and the dada of the two smaller giants. That woman has a big voice and she laughs so loud. I like to look at her because she says that she loves me and thinks I am the cutest one in the whole world.

So these were all the people at the big table, and every one was wishing me a happy birthday. I was wearing the cutest little ‘onesie,’ which this pretty giant in my house painted for me. It said “IT’S MY FIRST BIRTHDAY!” I hope she saves it for me forever. I really liked that.

I liked going to this club, and looking at all the different giants. I was getting tired, and I think I had peed in my pants too, and was beginning to get a little fussy, so the dada giant didn’t eat his dinner there, and had it packed to take it home. One thing I have to say though, I am really treated like a prince. I really like who I am, and I love the two mamma and dada giants bestest of all. They love me so much, and I feel so happy when they hold me.

This whole day was a lot of fun for me. That‘s how I spent my first birthday.

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April 17th 2016: Tomorrow I am taking Andrew  gallivanting with me, and get him some gifts for his birthday. Every time he is here and watching some cartoon, he gets really excited about the commercials and says, ” I would so love to have that!” So tomorrow I shall take him with me and see how much damage I can do to my purse!! 🙂

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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8 Responses to How I celebrated my First Birthday.

  1. slmret says:

    Andrew’s six already?! That hardly seems possible! This is a hysterical 1st birthday story, and I’m glad you did keep it for him! What fun to take a 6-year-old shopping for his own b’day gifts! Be sure to leave some money at home for the rest of your own month! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDREW!!!

  2. mrswrangler says:

    Hope he has a great birthday.

  3. What a wonderful way to commemorate a first birthday. Love it.
    I hope you have a blast shopping. Be sure to let us know what Andrew chooses. 😉
    Happy Birthday to Andrew too.

  4. How precious is this!?!? One day he will read this and know the depth of your love for him. Love it!!!💜

  5. I remember this entry and can’t believe 5 yrs have passed. Oh Time, you really should wait for us to catch up instead of just marching on!

  6. 🙂 Oh, that we all had/have a grandma like you, SweetZ.! Everyone deserves one, but most of us didn’t have one! That you wrote this for him on his 1st birthday is wonderful! A treasure for his whole life! (He might blush at the “peed in my pants” part! Even tho’ at 1 years old we all peed our pants! 😉 😛 )

    Happy Birthday, Prince Andrew!!! I hope you (both) have a fun fun FUN day filled with laughter and love and good memories made!!! 🙂 What did you buy from your shopping adventure!?!?
    🎈 🎂 🎈 🎂 🎈 🎂

    HUGS!!! 😀

  7. Can a grandmother’s love be measured ? It is a giant too.
    Happy birthdat Andrew.
    Love ❤
    Michel

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