Who wants to read another sopping Mother’s Day post?
Motherhood is a patchwork of moments. There are the ‘uh-oh’ moments when you accidentally leave an opened milk carton on the table and forget about it for oh lets say, a fraction of a millisecond, and long enough for a pair of inquisitive hands to get hold of it. There are the FML moments when … Read more
A Tale of Three Elephants
This is HUGE. My 3 year old just narrated a story to my 1 year old. It’s a tale of epic proportions. A story like no other. I am left spell bound by the simplicity of the plot and the magnificence of the characters. Story as narrated by Ryan: “One day, there eeees a Father … Read more
If I had to do it all over again
If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. Not the age gap, “How do you handle a 3 year old AND a 1 year old alone?” Not your dusky skin tone, “The brothers are very different looking, aren’t they?” Not the deeper incision on my abdomen, Each C/sec weakens … Read more
The ‘One day in a Year’ Myth
Birthdays are all about false hopes. Of growing up. Or false fears. Of growing older. It’s the days in between each birthday that matter. It’s a myth you know. You don’t actually grow older on your birthday. You and I are ageing as you read this. Age is just a number. And birthdays. Well birthdays … Read more
It wasn’t that kind of a vacation at all.
If you read my blog regularly, you’d know that I had vowed never to go on vacation again till the children turned into respectable sleep-and-potty trained citizens of the world. Remember my Hellish Holiday at Bali, aka the baby moon? So anyway, here I am now lounging on a couch in our cosy lil hotel … Read more
What was the name again?
We met up with an old friend of mine few weeks ago. I hadn’t seen him for years now. But he knew a lot about my family. Mainly from the B.L.O.G. He called Ryan by name, and told him his mom wrote about him often. Ryan answered back with a puzzled expression. Yeah, expressive toddler … Read more
Not Proud of It Moment
There was this one instance in my life when I accidentally ‘forgot’ Ryan. At the vegetable section of the supermarket. Amidst a lively display of butterhead and romaine lettuce. I am not proud of the moment. I think I may have mentally face-palmed myself a zillion times for it. I break out into a cold … Read more
The Parenthood Richter scale
So baby Steve is almost 4 months old. As in 120 days and nights as a baby. I am kinda bowled over. I am still semi-stuck in the bathroom a year ago, holding that pregnancy test kit and silently hi-fiving myself. Yup, awesome-cool – 2 pink lines. Must not run or drink alcohol or gulp … Read more
“Remember that time when Steve fell ill?”
We have been going through a sick week. No make that a sick month-and-a-half. First Ryan fell sick. Twice. Twice, he drove us up the wall with tantrums and refusing to eat and those border-line temperatures where you’re not sure whether you should rush to the hospital or not. Next the father and grandfather had … Read more
Story of our Hands
Dedicated to my two little boys who are as they say ‘a handful’ My hands grew restless last week. At the parking lot of a restaurant. A slight twitching began the moment I tiptoed out of Ryan’s room, leaving him sleeping peacefully. The toddler tyrannies of the day forgotten, he slept the undisturbed sleep of … Read more
