Well well well what do you know. This post has been lying in my draft for a month and I didnt even realise I skipped to post.
My sweet lil devil is joining a preschool today. Nothing permanent, this is a trial for a month. Mostly to keep her occupied and the adults sane. This ones just beyond the complex entry, so should there be any problem, Mama can run to rescue. SHe looked so grown up, backpack on, holding my hand. I'll admit it, I sniffed - just a bit.
With the older one enjoying her morning, the younger boy got to spend his first full morning with me.
He's a fun kid - I already knew that - but after spending a whole morning with just him? He's a fun kid!
I didn't think I could love anyone as much as my first one, until this little man came along and proved me wrong. He is absolutely delightful.
Two sweet and silly darlings. I am a blessed mother indeed.
Contentedly yours
Ma
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
A Kings Meal
My lil sunshine
Tiny arms n legs fluttering about excitedly and sweet little pink lips opens wide enough to take in an elephant. And your whole body is enthused to relish a good meal.
You gaze oh so adorably at me and I swoon over you all over again.
I am in love, yet again. And savouring every tiny little bit, growing at an alarming rate. If only life had a pause button.
You gaze oh so adorably at me and I swoon over you all over again.
I am in love, yet again. And savouring every tiny little bit, growing at an alarming rate. If only life had a pause button.
Swoon
Ma
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Good Night, Sweet Child
For D
It's been so long since I've slept with you baby. Just the two of us. Alone. And how have I missed that. Our cuddling sessions. Smelling your hair when I wake up in the middle of the night. Your kicks and hugs. And fighting for the blanket. Story time. Prayer time. Our good night song, kisses and all. And most of all, your very presence. That comforting feeling of having you beside me.
Tonight is a lucky night. I have both if you sleeping beside me. Tonight, I'm blessed.
I love you, sweet babies. Love you to deaths.
Yours
Ma
It's been so long since I've slept with you baby. Just the two of us. Alone. And how have I missed that. Our cuddling sessions. Smelling your hair when I wake up in the middle of the night. Your kicks and hugs. And fighting for the blanket. Story time. Prayer time. Our good night song, kisses and all. And most of all, your very presence. That comforting feeling of having you beside me.
Tonight is a lucky night. I have both if you sleeping beside me. Tonight, I'm blessed.
I love you, sweet babies. Love you to deaths.
Yours
Ma
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
4 Months - Round and Round We Go
For S
So we are onto our 4th month now .. Yay yippee yay :) Boy you have grown bigger than the weeny puny thing that you were. Had your 3rd month vaccine the day before. And yup. You make your presence felt baby. Bringing the house down?? That's an understatement. Given the fact that you were hungry. And two pricks just added to your decibels. Literally had the Doc running in circles :D
The bright side. You are on a healthy growth track. Seeing you on the weigh scale is what powers my breasts. Go boob power, go mommy ... Yay!!
The downside - you missed one vaccine shot. Seeing you cry melted his heart. Ears, rather. And decided to give you the missing dose at 6 months. Boy you are not spared.
My sweet little baby ( gosh has it really been four months already!) is rolling all over the place these past few days. From laying-on-my-back to i-love-tummy-time. And from tummy-time to bham-my-head-on-the-floor-and-I'm-on-my-back-wailing. I lay you down in one spot, and seconds later you're on the other side of the cot. You shall be dubbed "The Flash" in no time - and you aren't even crawling yet! I have a feeling we'll be in for quite the adventures when you start that up.
Right now you have somehow flipped a toy onto your back, gotten halfway stuck under a chair, and is eyeing D's ball. Fortunately, D is still obliviously sleeping away in our bedroom, so all remains peaceful and quiet out here.
Any minute now, though, she'll wake up and chaos will once again reign. Yes, we might be dealing with just a wee bit of possessiveness on the part of big sister these past few days. We're working through it, slowly but surely!
In the meantime, I will simply continue to be ridiculously proud of this happens-to-every-child accomplishment - my baby is mobile (and oh so cute)! And dream of the days gone by, where I could leave you to yourself.
Sigh!!
Ma
So we are onto our 4th month now .. Yay yippee yay :) Boy you have grown bigger than the weeny puny thing that you were. Had your 3rd month vaccine the day before. And yup. You make your presence felt baby. Bringing the house down?? That's an understatement. Given the fact that you were hungry. And two pricks just added to your decibels. Literally had the Doc running in circles :D
The bright side. You are on a healthy growth track. Seeing you on the weigh scale is what powers my breasts. Go boob power, go mommy ... Yay!!
The downside - you missed one vaccine shot. Seeing you cry melted his heart. Ears, rather. And decided to give you the missing dose at 6 months. Boy you are not spared.
My sweet little baby ( gosh has it really been four months already!) is rolling all over the place these past few days. From laying-on-my-back to i-love-tummy-time. And from tummy-time to bham-my-head-on-the-floor-and-I'm-on-my-back-wailing. I lay you down in one spot, and seconds later you're on the other side of the cot. You shall be dubbed "The Flash" in no time - and you aren't even crawling yet! I have a feeling we'll be in for quite the adventures when you start that up.
Right now you have somehow flipped a toy onto your back, gotten halfway stuck under a chair, and is eyeing D's ball. Fortunately, D is still obliviously sleeping away in our bedroom, so all remains peaceful and quiet out here.
Any minute now, though, she'll wake up and chaos will once again reign. Yes, we might be dealing with just a wee bit of possessiveness on the part of big sister these past few days. We're working through it, slowly but surely!
In the meantime, I will simply continue to be ridiculously proud of this happens-to-every-child accomplishment - my baby is mobile (and oh so cute)! And dream of the days gone by, where I could leave you to yourself.
Sigh!!
Ma
Saturday, September 22, 2012
A Breath of Fresh Air
For both the brats
Today was one of THOSE days.
One of those ( very rare ) days where S would. not. stop. crying.
Where D held an extra special fondness for the word NO.
Where the hours draaaaagged by.
Where going to school meant dragging a toddler. Where the cook was in an extremely helpful mood ( in case you dont get it, yes I meant sarcastically ) and resulted in double work. Tantrums high in the air. and oh, did I mention? Where the baby would. not. stop. crying.
Finally I ( shrieked ) calmly stated, "OUT! OUT! GET SOME CLOTHES ON AND GET OUTSIDE!"
"But -"
"NOW!!!"
I don't know what it is about the outdoors, but it is magical.
S stopped crying. D cheered up.
I got some fresh air and badly-needed-oxygen to slow both my erratic heartbeat and temper.
I felt relaxed, and I find this to be true every time I move our grumpy selves outdoors. Why do I always forget? On those days full of whining and arguing and crankiness, why do I always forget? Go outside. Just go outside, and all will be well.
I don't know what it is about the outdoors that makes it so darn magical...but boy, do I love it.
Sighs
Ma
Today was one of THOSE days.
One of those ( very rare ) days where S would. not. stop. crying.
Where D held an extra special fondness for the word NO.
Where the hours draaaaagged by.
Where going to school meant dragging a toddler. Where the cook was in an extremely helpful mood ( in case you dont get it, yes I meant sarcastically ) and resulted in double work. Tantrums high in the air. and oh, did I mention? Where the baby would. not. stop. crying.
Finally I ( shrieked ) calmly stated, "OUT! OUT! GET SOME CLOTHES ON AND GET OUTSIDE!"
"But -"
"NOW!!!"
I don't know what it is about the outdoors, but it is magical.
S stopped crying. D cheered up.
I got some fresh air and badly-needed-oxygen to slow both my erratic heartbeat and temper.
I felt relaxed, and I find this to be true every time I move our grumpy selves outdoors. Why do I always forget? On those days full of whining and arguing and crankiness, why do I always forget? Go outside. Just go outside, and all will be well.
I don't know what it is about the outdoors that makes it so darn magical...but boy, do I love it.
Sighs
Ma
Friday, September 21, 2012
Pardon me, I'm a New Mommy and I have a Low Boiling Point
For no one in particular
I am tired of being puked all over!
I am tired of cleaning myself up only to be spit up on again five minutes later!
I am tired of being pooped on and peed on!
I am tired of generating an entire extra load of laundry every single day!
I am tired of waking up smelling like baby puke!
And I am sleepy tired of waking up at all odd times of the night!
*ahem*
Now that I've got that out of my system, I can get back to admiring my adorable little baby. I'll take him over dry clean clothes any day. And smelling nice? Overrated. Just remember to use that gives-you-an-instant-lift spray in my handbag.
Me
Six Years of Togetherness
This is a pre-dated post that missed to be published earlier. Well better late than never.
For the love of my life
Today has been ten years since I said I will.
Not "I do." Far more than just that present moment. I will. As long as we both shall live, I will.
Though at times I stumble...I will love him.
Though I am only a frail human myself...I will comfort him.
Though I may falter...I will honor him.
Though difficult times come...I will keep him.
Though my flesh is weak...I will be faithful to him.
In sickness and in health.
Forsaking all others.
Beyond the fleeting feelings of now.
I will.
And for ten years, we have. We have loved, comforted, honoured, kept, and been faithful. There has been sickness and health, good times and bad, richer and poorer.
We have grown together over the past years, and our changes have only brought us closer. So much has happened in those short years. Two births - there is something indescribable about watching your husband become a father. So many moves, with all of their accompanying stress and good. Relocating to a strange strange land, bringing a time of maturation and refocus for us both. Along with the thrill of new explorations and frustration of some not-so-plesant discoveries.
This man has seen me at my worst and still loves me. He has survived pregnancy hormones with his usual enduring patience. He makes me feel beautiful despite my post-birth insecurities. He reminds me of God's provision when I start to wonder how we'll make it. He comforts me during times of frustration and sadness. He encourages me to try new things when I hesitate. He eats my experimental recipes, brave man that he is, and never complains - about anything, really.
I am blessed to know him, grateful to have married him, and content to rest secure in the knowledge that we will.
Love Always
Urs
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Things I Want to Teach my Kids
For Everyone
Found this on a site today, and Came at an apt time, when I have been plunging into the depths of my heart, twisting and turning it around, trampling all over it, scared of moulding these two precious lives that have been placed into my hands. How, oh how am I to teach them things that has taken me a lifetime. As with any new parent, apprehensions abound. But this speaks right what my heart pounds to put to words.
( This has been adapted, to include only what my heart wants to convey ).
100 Things I Want to Teach My Daughter
- Beauty is a state of mind, not a state of body.
- The benefit of the doubt is sometimes the best gift we can give our friends.
- There will always be mean girls – that doesn’t mean we find a tower and Rapunzel ourselves away from the world.
- Your daddy has loved you better and longer than any boy ever will.
- Your brother will teach you how boys should treat you.
- You’re always welcome in my wardrobe.
- The world needs your point of view.
- Food is a joy. Don't shun it for the want of a barbie-size. Be healthy instead.
- Your body is strong and capable of more than you can imagine right now.
- Ice cream is a love language.
- Cook, decorate, clean, organize because you love to, not because someone tells you you’re meant to.
- Music makes everything better.
- Dance – especially when you’re doing the laundry.
- You’ll never be too old for me to rock you.
- Nothing you tell me will ever make me want to stop hearing from you.
- We need your story.
- No prayer request is ever too small, too silly or too embarrassing to share.
- Washing your face every night is the best kind of beauty routine.
- Sunscreen – you got my genes. And I ran quicker than ice-cream melts.
- Mr. Darcy and popcorn make for a perfect evening.
- A good movie can change how you understand someone else.
- Words can build bridges between people.
- Home is not where we live but who we love.
- Inevitably I will splinter your heart. But we will tweeze it out together.
- You taught me how to feel beautiful.
- Staying up late to read a good book is never time wasted.
- Good girls aren’t boring.
- A great mascara is always worth the investment.
- The “mommy wars” are a myth; we’re all in this together.
- The best way never to worry about anyone gossiping about you is never to gossip about anybody.
- Saying sorry first is a sign of strength not a weakness.
- I’m on your side; especially on the days when it doesn’t feel like it.
- Your body is not just yours. It’s a gift for your husband. I promise it’s worth waiting to unwrap together.
- Sex for the first time will require a beautiful sense of humor and a partner who’s in it for life.
- The movies lie. Passion isn’t a contorted exercise on a marble staircase, it’s doing the dishes together and lying with your feet touching in bed at the end of a long day.
- Marriage is an act of courage, commitment and sacrifice. It’s also the most fun you’ll ever have with your best friend.
- Always fight fair. But don’t be afraid to fight.
- Long hair requires a really good conditioner. And your grandmothers coconut oil head massages.
- God says He has made all things beautiful – that includes you, my love – no matter how you feel about your body
- Fashion is not my forte; I look forward to learning from you.
- I love the curves you and your brothers added to my body.
- A good cry is great therapy.
Christian women aren’t immune from cliques. Love on regardless.
- Bad hair days are inevitable.
- A strong man is never threatened by a strong woman.
- Go big even if it means failing big. Especially then.
- Be the friend you wish you had.
- Travel.
- You can’t control what others think about you. Let it go.
- A first kiss should be toasted, treasured, savored.
- I will be your best friend. But I will be your mother more.
- Stop for sunsets.
- Prince Charming isn’t a fairytale, he’s a myth
- Daughters teach us about our mothers. You gave me back my mom.
- God loves you for you. Not for your ability to bear children.
- Husbands need a wife. Not another mom.
- It’s true what they say about childbirth and then some.
- Love waits.
- Patience is never wasted.
- Don’t just Instagram your life. Live it.
- Don’t be afraid of a broken heart.
- The only thing holding you back from making a difference in the world will be yourself.
- Girlfriends are the best kind of free therapy there is.
- Don’t be afraid to be foolish.
- Real life is always better than online.
- A good friend loves at all times. Period.
- Eating too much candy or chocolate will be something your teeth make you regret in your thirties.
- I’m more interested in your growth than your happiness.
- I will earthquake wide open when you hurt.
- If it makes you feel uncomfortable, don’t do it, wear it or say it.
- Challenge yourself.
- Cross-cultural marriage is much harder than you can ever imagine when you first fall in love.
- Homesickness never gets easier.
- We need each other.
- Bad haircuts grow out eventually.
- You will love again.
- The painful truth is always easier than a messy lie.
- There’s no such thing as perfect.
- You can always come home.
- Nothing will make me love you less.
- Nothing will make me love you more.
- The mirror is not the boss of you.
- You’re the most brave when you’re the most scared and keep going anyway.
- Womanhood is a gift.
- I’m never tired of being your mother.
- You will always be my baby girl.
More later.
xox
Ma
Found this on a site today, and Came at an apt time, when I have been plunging into the depths of my heart, twisting and turning it around, trampling all over it, scared of moulding these two precious lives that have been placed into my hands. How, oh how am I to teach them things that has taken me a lifetime. As with any new parent, apprehensions abound. But this speaks right what my heart pounds to put to words.
( This has been adapted, to include only what my heart wants to convey ).
100 Things I Want to Teach My Daughter
- Beauty is a state of mind, not a state of body.
- The benefit of the doubt is sometimes the best gift we can give our friends.
- There will always be mean girls – that doesn’t mean we find a tower and Rapunzel ourselves away from the world.
- Your daddy has loved you better and longer than any boy ever will.
- Your brother will teach you how boys should treat you.
- You’re always welcome in my wardrobe.
- The world needs your point of view.
- Food is a joy. Don't shun it for the want of a barbie-size. Be healthy instead.
- Your body is strong and capable of more than you can imagine right now.
- Ice cream is a love language.
- Cook, decorate, clean, organize because you love to, not because someone tells you you’re meant to.
- Music makes everything better.
- Dance – especially when you’re doing the laundry.
- You’ll never be too old for me to rock you.
- Nothing you tell me will ever make me want to stop hearing from you.
- We need your story.
- No prayer request is ever too small, too silly or too embarrassing to share.
- Washing your face every night is the best kind of beauty routine.
- Sunscreen – you got my genes. And I ran quicker than ice-cream melts.
- Mr. Darcy and popcorn make for a perfect evening.
- A good movie can change how you understand someone else.
- Words can build bridges between people.
- Home is not where we live but who we love.
- Inevitably I will splinter your heart. But we will tweeze it out together.
- You taught me how to feel beautiful.
- Staying up late to read a good book is never time wasted.
- Good girls aren’t boring.
- A great mascara is always worth the investment.
- The “mommy wars” are a myth; we’re all in this together.
- The best way never to worry about anyone gossiping about you is never to gossip about anybody.
- Saying sorry first is a sign of strength not a weakness.
- I’m on your side; especially on the days when it doesn’t feel like it.
- Your body is not just yours. It’s a gift for your husband. I promise it’s worth waiting to unwrap together.
- Sex for the first time will require a beautiful sense of humor and a partner who’s in it for life.
- The movies lie. Passion isn’t a contorted exercise on a marble staircase, it’s doing the dishes together and lying with your feet touching in bed at the end of a long day.
- Marriage is an act of courage, commitment and sacrifice. It’s also the most fun you’ll ever have with your best friend.
- Always fight fair. But don’t be afraid to fight.
- Long hair requires a really good conditioner. And your grandmothers coconut oil head massages.
- God says He has made all things beautiful – that includes you, my love – no matter how you feel about your body
- Fashion is not my forte; I look forward to learning from you.
- I love the curves you and your brothers added to my body.
- A good cry is great therapy.
Christian women aren’t immune from cliques. Love on regardless.
- Bad hair days are inevitable.
- A strong man is never threatened by a strong woman.
- Go big even if it means failing big. Especially then.
- Be the friend you wish you had.
- Travel.
- You can’t control what others think about you. Let it go.
- A first kiss should be toasted, treasured, savored.
- I will be your best friend. But I will be your mother more.
- Stop for sunsets.
- Prince Charming isn’t a fairytale, he’s a myth
- Daughters teach us about our mothers. You gave me back my mom.
- God loves you for you. Not for your ability to bear children.
- Husbands need a wife. Not another mom.
- It’s true what they say about childbirth and then some.
- Love waits.
- Patience is never wasted.
- Don’t just Instagram your life. Live it.
- Don’t be afraid of a broken heart.
- The only thing holding you back from making a difference in the world will be yourself.
- Girlfriends are the best kind of free therapy there is.
- Don’t be afraid to be foolish.
- Real life is always better than online.
- A good friend loves at all times. Period.
- Eating too much candy or chocolate will be something your teeth make you regret in your thirties.
- I’m more interested in your growth than your happiness.
- I will earthquake wide open when you hurt.
- If it makes you feel uncomfortable, don’t do it, wear it or say it.
- Challenge yourself.
- Cross-cultural marriage is much harder than you can ever imagine when you first fall in love.
- Homesickness never gets easier.
- We need each other.
- Bad haircuts grow out eventually.
- You will love again.
- The painful truth is always easier than a messy lie.
- There’s no such thing as perfect.
- You can always come home.
- Nothing will make me love you less.
- Nothing will make me love you more.
- The mirror is not the boss of you.
- You’re the most brave when you’re the most scared and keep going anyway.
- Womanhood is a gift.
- I’m never tired of being your mother.
- You will always be my baby girl.
More later.
xox
Ma
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Post-partum Six-month Ordeal
For Jals
Well, I have said it before. Breast feeding is effing hard. It's been a struggle on both counts. And this one is especially for Jals, to draw on when she becomes a mom herself. You don't want to take chances with my memory.
Of prime importance. Fluids fluids fluids. I can not express this enough. During Dew, I was a starved desert. Cos I was foolish enough not to know this. During S, 4 litres of water saved the day. Yes, I needed to relieve myself every half hour. But that's a small compensation for filled breasts.
Latching. Or successful latching. Read all about it. Again. And again. And again. The hold. The positions. Everything. Thankfully D was a pro from day one. But S. boy he gave me hell. A full 2 months of it. He still goes off track occasionally. But keep correcting from the very beginning, no matter how many attempts it takes.
Do what you think is right. Fight for it if needed. A mother does know best. Esp her child. You may feel overwhelmed at the beginning. But stick by it.
Household help. Hmmmm. Do I really need to say anything about this? ;D 2 perfect characters that we had ... Could go for a book in itself. Look back and laugh. But dealing with it when you are in your post-partum blues is quite another ball game.again, stick to what you think is correct. If any doubts, check with a doctor.
Rest. I cannot emphasise this enough. Take the break, you deserve it. And need it completely. Let Ma/Vlyma/s carry the baby as much as possible, and you take care if yourself. That's what both the baby and you need right now.
Medicines. Doctor prescribed - follow to the T. Ayurveda - on your comfort level. Ma will understand and come to terms with it. After giving you a big piece of her mind, though. And well wishers, don't even bother.
Do go in for the massages and bath though. Not for medical reasons, if any does exist. But it's a great stress reliever.
More when my memory comes back. Right now, robot-mode on.
Love
G
Well, I have said it before. Breast feeding is effing hard. It's been a struggle on both counts. And this one is especially for Jals, to draw on when she becomes a mom herself. You don't want to take chances with my memory.
Of prime importance. Fluids fluids fluids. I can not express this enough. During Dew, I was a starved desert. Cos I was foolish enough not to know this. During S, 4 litres of water saved the day. Yes, I needed to relieve myself every half hour. But that's a small compensation for filled breasts.
Latching. Or successful latching. Read all about it. Again. And again. And again. The hold. The positions. Everything. Thankfully D was a pro from day one. But S. boy he gave me hell. A full 2 months of it. He still goes off track occasionally. But keep correcting from the very beginning, no matter how many attempts it takes.
Do what you think is right. Fight for it if needed. A mother does know best. Esp her child. You may feel overwhelmed at the beginning. But stick by it.
Household help. Hmmmm. Do I really need to say anything about this? ;D 2 perfect characters that we had ... Could go for a book in itself. Look back and laugh. But dealing with it when you are in your post-partum blues is quite another ball game.again, stick to what you think is correct. If any doubts, check with a doctor.
Rest. I cannot emphasise this enough. Take the break, you deserve it. And need it completely. Let Ma/Vlyma/s carry the baby as much as possible, and you take care if yourself. That's what both the baby and you need right now.
Medicines. Doctor prescribed - follow to the T. Ayurveda - on your comfort level. Ma will understand and come to terms with it. After giving you a big piece of her mind, though. And well wishers, don't even bother.
Do go in for the massages and bath though. Not for medical reasons, if any does exist. But it's a great stress reliever.
More when my memory comes back. Right now, robot-mode on.
Love
G
Singlemindedness
For D and S
I keep thinking I need to write, I need to write about something, anything, besides these beautiful little children on my lap. You're intelligent kids, I tell myself. Surely you have something to say beyond the ramblings of a love-struck mother.
But I don't. Not yet, anyway.
One day I'll come out of this baby fog. I'll remember that I am a person in my own right, someone with my own thoughts and interests. I'll stop being so distracted. I'll be more conscientious when it comes to my other responsibilities. I can't blame it on exhaustion or a slow recovery or adjusting to two kids. This is all I can offer you by way of explanation, complete and utter infatuation.
For now, though, I'm giving myself permission to be entirely lost in you both.
You're both growing so fast, you see. I swear, I can almost watch it happen. Each diaper change, S's a little bit bigger; each morning, D's a little more alert. Her tiny head is already reached by my hip. The smallest of S's sleepers will soon be packed away.
I sit down at the keyboard to write and all I can write about is you both. I wake up in the morning and find myself still curled protectively around you. At noon, when you both nap, I don't know what to do with myself after a while. I begin wandering aimlessly through the house, tidying things here, sorting things there, until either of you wake up and I can have you in my arms again.
I am completely captivated.
I hope you'll forgive me, then, for writing about little else during these early weeks. One day I'll talk about our official entrance into the world of homeschooling. I'll share what's been cooking in my kitchen, forming in the insides of my head and heart, or what music is playing on my laptop. I'll swoon over my fabulously creative boy and my ridiculously sweet toddler I'll share the beauty of revelations discovered as I come to know more deeply this God who sings over His children. All of it, more, it will come in time.
For now, though, I'm all wrapped up in these little ones. I'll tell you about how very precious you look sleeping on the Dad's chest (and how very very sexy my husband looks with a baby sleeping on his chest), how unbelievably soft his skin is, how dark her beautiful eyes are. I'll be slow - forgive me - in replying to emails and tending to my to-do list. I'm simply busy taking them in, taking in every moment of this too-soon-gone newborn season.
Because tomorrow he'll be walking and the next day she might be walking down the aisle, just like that. As it is, she's already figured how to swing herself on the duck swing by now, and he's too eager to sit by himself!
I don't want to spend that day wishing I'd held either of you more.
Loving every moment of now
Ma
Friday, September 14, 2012
My Daddy Strongest
For D
The Dad reached this morning ... Yay. Have missed him like crazy this time round. We aren't strangers to long distance relationships, but this time took the cake. Anyways, I'm just glad he's here now. Albeit for 3 weeks. He's here now.
So, D wakes up happy happy this morning. Dad plays, takes her out. I dump breakfast on his head, he scuffles by.
Some time later in the morning. Scene is snide the house. D takes her ball, calls Dad to come play with her. Dad tries to escape call of duty by pretending to snore.
D - Dad is a lion !!!
Round one for D.
Lols
Ma
Little Miss Mowgli
For D
Little Miss Mowgli
Climbing up the chairs
Skipping across rooms and
Jumping down the stairs
Naughty Miss Mowgli
Standing on her head
Swinging over the cupboards
And hopping on the bed
Sweet little Mowgli
She is Mama's pet
Naughtier by the day she grows
Like her, no one else you'll get
Little Miss Mowgli
Climbing up the chairs
Skipping across rooms and
Jumping down the stairs
Naughty Miss Mowgli
Standing on her head
Swinging over the cupboards
And hopping on the bed
Sweet little Mowgli
She is Mama's pet
Naughtier by the day she grows
Like her, no one else you'll get
Thursday, September 13, 2012
The Things thatCome Out From My Mouth
For D
There are times when you confuse me. And times when you make me gasp in wonder, reliving my kiddy days. And then there are other times. When you bring out the Durga in me. Make my blood boil, so to say. Today was one such. But with a difference. Today was extreme. For me. I said something that I should never have. That I am ashamed of.
Today, I told you to shut up.
The second those words were uttered, I felt a blow in my stomach. I had let my temper get the better of me.
I'm sorry baby, I truly am.
Hanging down in shame
Ma
There are times when you confuse me. And times when you make me gasp in wonder, reliving my kiddy days. And then there are other times. When you bring out the Durga in me. Make my blood boil, so to say. Today was one such. But with a difference. Today was extreme. For me. I said something that I should never have. That I am ashamed of.
Today, I told you to shut up.
The second those words were uttered, I felt a blow in my stomach. I had let my temper get the better of me.
I'm sorry baby, I truly am.
Hanging down in shame
Ma
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Thanksgiving
Take a reality check, this has been only about D and S so far. Well, it's time we up a notch, what say. Ma's gotta have someplace to offload her rants. So here goes. And this is selfishly, only for me.
Pregnancy, pre and post. They has not done much to my temper. Its only added to it, and sadly the brunt of it has been lashed out on my parents. Needless to say it hurts me at a very very deep level. This is not what they deserve, for looking after my babies. Some they have brushed off. Some they took with a pinch of salt. And some they kicked my posterior. Yes, that I did deserve.
But for all those moments, all those disagreements, the entire episode of post-natal tantrums, I am eternally grateful to them. For being the people they are. For allowing me to express my desires. To make my own mistakes. For being my rocks.
Love you to bits, Ma n Acha.
Mmmuah
Me
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Reflections
Things I dint know being a parent meant :
- That my face would be a wall for kids artwork.
- That I'd spend an hour putting baby to sleep, only to wake him up in 2 minutes, just to check if he's still breathing.
- That I'd have to figure out how to pee without putting baby down.
- That the wear and tear of my credit card is directly proportional to the cuteness of an outfit, irrespective of how many ever they have. Also true for the number of times I visit the toy store.
- That mealtime would be an unquestioned entry into the Guiness world record for the fastest eater.
- That conversation bloopers with a 2 year old would be the highlight of your day.
- That my breasts, and not ears, would tell me when baby is waking up.
- That I'd have fervent cats n dogs fights with my own parents to make my own mistakes raising my kids.
Note to self - remember for your own kids, when they grow up.
- That the heart just keeps on growing bigger in love.
Amazed
Me
Snapshots of a Memorable Onam
Sunshine, your first Onam. And Dew, this was the first time you had a 'pookalam'.
Friday, September 7, 2012
A Tale of 2 Gods
For D
Story time started. Per your demand, stories of Gods, Rakshasas and the like. No Cinderella Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. Guess I should be glad cos that is sure to come in later years.
Anyways, last night, I showed you the book we had bought last year this time ( yeah yeah I am like that, storing is in my blood. Thanks Ma. Hmmmpf ) so I start with the first story. But am stopped before I begin.
No Ma, I'll tell you the story.
Hmm that's nice. All right let's try it out. And here the unadapted version.
Mmmmm. This is Ram Ambatty. And he says to Durga Devi Ambatty - 'your lion says rrrrroar'. And Durga Devi Ambatty says - 'thechi manda ramtu lasi'.
Spent the rest of the night laughing my head off :D
Still in splits
Ma
Story time started. Per your demand, stories of Gods, Rakshasas and the like. No Cinderella Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. Guess I should be glad cos that is sure to come in later years.
Anyways, last night, I showed you the book we had bought last year this time ( yeah yeah I am like that, storing is in my blood. Thanks Ma. Hmmmpf ) so I start with the first story. But am stopped before I begin.
No Ma, I'll tell you the story.
Hmm that's nice. All right let's try it out. And here the unadapted version.
Mmmmm. This is Ram Ambatty. And he says to Durga Devi Ambatty - 'your lion says rrrrroar'. And Durga Devi Ambatty says - 'thechi manda ramtu lasi'.
Spent the rest of the night laughing my head off :D
Still in splits
Ma
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