
yet to me he is still the baby that his parents brought home from the hospital..all nerves in a bundle.
today he has aged a month before he reaches the figure of 2.my my how time flies.there he was learning how to turn on his sides getting his arm pinned under his stomach, trying to crawl and ending flat again on his stomach.
i remember the day he mouth some funny sound which send all of us laughing and the time he tried to walk straight and end up going sideways like a crab.
only yesterday he took a mouthful of an orange slice and crinkle his face..how sour!! and the time we trick in him in letting him sip plain water from the McD tumbler,making him belief he is drinking the real Coke!!..Ha ha got you there.
bilal, you are a wonderful boy,full of spirit,always laughing at the slightest jerks or boos,always clinging to us with your Coconut Tree -Body climb, not wanting to let go of us, you will hook your legs around us and heave up till you are secure in our hugs.
so quick at picking up words and gestures that you hear or sees,no wonder that you showing the clever side of you.now you are at this age,you are growing up just fine boy,getting all the love from all that loves you.one day you will grow up to be a handsome bright young man and yet you will still be Nani's little grandson.
happy eighteen months dear bilal.may Allah bless you with the best of health and good fortunes.

