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Some Teensy-Weensy Updates

Somehow, the last one month has changed the twins tremendously….its almost like how we used to prepare for exams, you know, idling away the whole year and then trying to mug up notes on the eve before the big paper. The twins, who were lagging awfully in many departments of growth have suddenly covered up for the lost time……right before their second birthday 😀

So we now have conversations like these :-

SS : (holding out a spoon) dadi, yeh lo.

MIL : yeh kya hai?

SS : chammach

MIL :  (laughing) Great!! You understand this. Do you understand when to go to the loo?

SS : (cocking head to one side) Haan. Bathroom.


I’m having dinner and RS, who has had her dinner sits besides me, playing with some food on her plate.

RS : (mixing the food vigorously with her fingers and scooping it in her hand) Mamma, khao

Me : Thanks betu, but I’m having my dinner.

RS : Khao, achcha hai achcha hai .

Me : I know dear, but I don’t want it.

RS : (looking towards the window)  Budda-baba (old-man) Aa!! Mumma ko lo!

Me : 😐

(the story here is that when she doesn’t have her meals, I tell her that the old-man outside the window will take her away. I know, its horrid. But she’ll never have her meals otherwise 😦  . But looks like she’s giving me a taste of my own medicine 😀 )


At a relative’s place, SS is running around the house with his milk bottle hanging from his teeth.

Me : Shobby. Stop it. You are not drinking the milk. Give me the bottle.

SS : (stops running, looks at me, raises a palm) Arre Ruko !! Peetaaaaa.

Me : (stumped!) 😐


SS’ hair have grown long enough to need a cut. And RS is yet to sprout hair which can hold a tiny butterfly clip together!! It’s just a week to their Birthday now and I’m hoping she grows enough of them !!


RS is 3 ft tall.

SS is 2 ft 9 in tall.


Rs has 12 teeth.

SS has 16 . And still doesn’t chew much. Simply swallows the food 😦


RS didn’t wake up in the night for the last 2 days.

SS woke up only once .

(fervently praying) Ameen.


RS pees standing up.

SS pees sitting down.



SS stomps his right foot and hops, when angry.

RS jumps and throws herself on her butt when she’s angry.


RS sleeps on her tummy. Always.

SS sleeps on his back. Always.


It’s a week till their B’day and I’m so totally kicked about it 😀

And No. I’m not having a party.But more on it later.

Till then….looking forward to more new developments from the twins 🙂

Watch this space!

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Dear Twins….

I’ve been a rather boring mama lately, what with complaining about you two non-stop all the time 😦

I’ve been harping on and on about how you two are turning my hair grey. And sometimes, I get so carried away with all this harping that I forget to see the silver lining on the cloud.

My sweeties, you both are bratty, brash and a menace. It’s true that you drive me up the wall, but only to come crashing down when you give that impish smile and hold out your arms for a hug 😀 . Sometimes, when I see you sleeping, I wonder where the time flew…when did my kids become individuals with a mind of their own?

But there are things you do for which I need to be really grateful to Allah.

I hear friend/relatives complaining about how their kids throw a fit when they have to be administered medication. I can only nod my head in amazement when I hear such tales, because you see, the two of you LOVE medicines!! I have no idea where you get that trait from, but the simple mention of the word  “medicine”  has you both tagging behind me with your tongues hanging out 😐 .And the worst part is, you guys actually love medicines which are the most bitter!! Go figure! You two clamour for medicines even when you are not ill. So if I’m ill, I have to make sure I never take my prescription in your presence, else you two scream at me to share my stuff with you 😀

When you two were little babies , I used to wait till you went into deep slumber before I could attempt to cut your nails. With fingers barely a few centimetres long and nails which were difficult to locate, let alone cut, I had a harrowing time. I had to run the nail-cutter through the nails before you moved an inch, because you see, my hands used to tremble so much because I was terrified of cutting through your tender skin.

Is it a blessing then, when you both now hold out your hands and fight each other to be treated first 😀 ?! And just when I’m almost done with the hands, you lift your feet for the toes to be clipped too. Makes my job so much more easier 🙂 . I can’t be thankful enough !!

And now, on to the diapering 🙂

There was a time when changing your diapers was a chore!! It didn’t help that when you two weren’t kicking your mamma in the face, you were busy digging your fingers into the poo 😦 . Eww!! Is it less than a blessing then, when these days, I just have to say “diaper change”  and you two come scrambling up to me and lie down obediently while I do the needful!! No kicking, no messing. In fact, you demand to be powdered over your privies with special emphasis on your bum 😀 . Yes, both of you LOVE your bums to be smeared with an inch thick layer of talcum 🙂 .

There are many other little things, like insisting on brushing your own teeth, having food by yourself, doing everyone’s bidding, setting right furniture which is not in place, picking up stuff from the floor and putting it back in its place and many other antics which either keeps your family in splits of has us gushing with love and pride. Sometimes, its hard for me to believe that you are yet to turn two…..and then there are times when I’m totally overwhelmed to see you both so grown-up.

We still have our hurdles to cross. You two can’t have a decent meal without smearing every visible surface within a metre’s diameter with your food. When you brush your teeth, you also take time to brush the walls, your cycle handle, the door knob and (yuck!) even your Abba’s shoes 😦 . I need to keep nail-clippers and scissors as far from you two as possible, because you try to mimic my actions, almost giving me a heart-attack when I see you trying to clip off the fingers of your twin 😐

It’s a roller-coaster ride with you two and frankly, I’m enjoying every millisecond of it 🙂 . You have no idea how much you teach me each day. How much more I feel chastised for shouting at you and how much more blessed when in spite of it all, you bestow me with a warm hug. Awww munchkins….you have NO idea how much I love you 🙂

You two will soon become two years old and officially enter the world of “Terrible-Twos”….which roughly translates to “Terrible-Fours” for me 😦

I’m buckling up for it, I am…and really hoping that at the end of the TWO’s I’ll look back as fondly as I do now. Ameen.

Have fun sweeties…..now and forever…..and keep learning. Because that teaches me a lot too 🙂

Your Much-in-love-with-twins,

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Another moment in motherhood

I come back to my bed after everyone has gone to sleep. The last-minute wrapping up, cleaning the kitchen and chopping vegetables for the next day took longer than I had anticipated.

Tired and sleepy, I drop myself on the bed, between my two munchkins. As my head hits the pillow, I feel weariness engulfing me and I just want to drop into oblivion.

“Mammaa…”, a tinny voice calls out.

I groan inwards. Not now, I think. Don’t make me get up now for your milk.  I know it’ll be some time before I can make myself get up. But I don’t say it out loud . I make an effort to turn towards the voice.

Haan betu“, I ask softly.

Mammaaa…..aaja“, says the voice, while two tiny arms are outstretched to hug the mamma.

What could the mamma do?

She humbly let the arms encircle her, feeling the warmth of the tiny bundle so close , the heartbeats a natural rhythm to mirror her own.

A chubby palm starts patting my back. “Mammaa…..thoya?”

Haan beta….mamma soya“, is all I can say before I crumble with emotion at the love given so easily.

Sigh. Daughters!!

What would we do without them?!!


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"You see my pout?? That's all I can do!! Can't I look pretty like RS too?"


"Don't worry Bro, your Sis is here. A little bit of Talcum, here and there. Soon you'll be fair, just like me, and if Mamma gets angry, so mote it be!!"

"You think she's angry" "I'm not so sure" , "How long do we stand here?" "Until she finds a cure". "For what? pray tell", "For being finicky, and angry as hell".

So my girl has taken a HUGE liking for the talcum powder. She LOVES dusting her hands with it and spreading it on every conceivable part of her body, the favourite being her knees!!  And not only herself, she loves dousing others with the talc too 😦 (SS being her willing assistant every time)

Yesterday, she rubbed some talc on the FIL’s cheek. The FIL didn’t pay much attention then. He had some urgent work and left after some time. When he returned, we were shocked to see the streak of white still sitting pretty on his cheek. The poor man was awfully abashed!! Apparently, he’d gone to meet some high-up people and now it was funny to wonder what they must have thought about the slash of white cutting across his face 😀  .Surprisingly, people were polite and no one pointed it out to him!! We had a good laugh over it 🙂

The snaps above were lying in the drafts for quite some time. They were taken two months back. RS was busy ‘donating’ some talc to SS and while doing so, she also dropped a lot of it on the floor. The GMIL had a near-slip and that’s what made me angry enough to punish the two. I made them stand in the balcony and threatened them to not come inside until I cleaned up the floor.

Like always, my punishments go waste 😦 . My kids are least afraid of me and nothing I do or say makes them mend their ways. Sigh.

PS : The pyjamas that SS is wearing are from his cousin M. Now where little M looked like a munchkin in that outfit, my boy looks like an escaped convict from Tihar 😦

PPS : We’ve hidden most of the talc bottles at home. But somehow, RS got her hands on this little Emami talc (I guess it came free with something!)

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Joined at Birth??


Oct 2009


Sep 2010

Sometimes I do feel they are conjoined twins :D.

Inseparable !!

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A Letter to the Twins

Dear Twins,

If you’ve been reading my posts lately, you’d feel that the only thing I ever do is to rant about you two.
I realized this while going through a few recent posts and I’m sorry to say, I paint a rather sorry picture of you two. My heartfelt apologies. The only reason why I’ve been slack in updating this blog on your achievements is that you two have learnt so much in the last few weeks, it’s almost difficult to keep track.Everyday is a revelation. Everyday, we are subjected to some new hilarity . Or sometimes, we just marvel at how you figured out that one particular activity!!
The last few weeks have been a roller-coaster ride of sorts, with you two keeping everyone at home on their toes, making sure we all lost a few inches and a few pounds in the bargain 😀 . It doesn’t help that each day, you grow a little more taller and can reach out for stuff which we thought was beyond your reach. Your insane curiosity doesn’t help matters much!! So it’s a regular activity at home to leap and rescue a vessel of milk which you tug at, leap and wrench the scissors from your hand which you stood on your toes and reached for, to lunge and tackle you before you take that mug of water and pour it over the sofa set. We’ve been busy these days darling, thanks to you both!!

But what never ceases to amaze me , is how quickly you two are grasping everything you see and hear. You now understand EVERYTHING we say, responding correctly to our commands and rebukes.I just have to say,”get up” and you immediately stand in attention 😀 . Gives me a power high, I must confess, though I dare say we order you about on a whim!! You guys are far too clever for that. You listen to us, only when you feel like it. Rest of the time, we can cry ourselves hoarse and you guys wouldn’t so much as look at us 😀 !!

Anyhow, I just want to list a few new things that make me fall head-over-heels in love with you everyday :-

1) The way you, RS call out “Mamma”. Full of authority and love. Seems like a weird combination, but you have to hear it to believe it.

2) The way you, SS call me “Mamma”. Full of pleas and requests. Don’t know why your tone is like that, but it’s very sweet to hear 🙂

3) The way, you, RS mimic each and every action of mine, including the part about scolding and raising your hand threateningly. You even glare at me, all the while trying your best not to giggle. Adorable 🙂 !!

4) The way, you SS pick up any new word and repeat it clearly . And when we beg you to say it again, you clam up! No amount of coaxing is enough for you to oblige us!!

5) The way you, RS snatch anything and everything from your brother, and then lovingly try to hand it back to him. Even scolding him when we do and trying to feed him when we do the same 🙂

6) The way, you SS give the biggest smile ,wave your little hands frantically and yell out “Byeeeee” when you get a chance to step out of the door.

7) The way you, RS ,tug at your knickers when you want to visit the loo, sometimes, just fibbing, because the only thing you really want to do is to play with water!!

8 ) The way you SS mutter something in gobbledegook and when we repeat it, say,”haaaan??” with your held tilted to one side, eyes and mouth wide open, as though questioning us on it !!

9) The way you two have now learnt to communicate your hunger or thirst, the way you two run the house down, the way you jump over the sofa-sets, the way you clamber over your parents (playing horse), the way you two laugh, with unbridled joy, the sound coming from somewhere deep in your belly :D.

10) The way you both have defined your preference of bikes!! SS, my boy, you LOVE sitting on your Abba’s bike (on the petrol tank), holding on for dear life and refuse to get down once the destination is reached. And you, RS , love to stand in front on my bike, holding on to the headlamp and still as a mouse. On your father’s bike, its tough to make you sit still, what with you squirming one way or the other. SS is yet a little short to travel on my bike. But I’m hoping the day is not too far 🙂

11) The way you two care for your loved ones!! I just have to hold up a finger and say I got hurt and both of you will rush over to hold the finger and blow on it (yes, thats the ONLY cure you know and guess what ? It works 😀 ). You , RS, love to pat everyone to sleep, sometimes insisting that we lay down SS on your tiny lap or maybe put our heads on  your chubby thighs. Then you proceed to pat us (not so gently) to sleep!! And you, SS, love being rocked to sleep, by anyone/everyone at home. You willingly go to everyone, even sleeping with your dada while your sister throws tantrums on being separated from her mom 😐 . You tone down your cries if you hear your sister crying, at times, even giving up your toys/goodies just so that she calms down!!

12) The last, but not the least, the way your faces light up when I come back home 🙂 . Or the way, you peek out of your bed covers and grin when your Abba returns in the night. We two helpless parents have no other choice, but to smother you two with kisses and hugs (with you two trying your best to escape 🙂 )

I wish I could put up snaps of you two at your bratty best, but the last few weeks have been a little hectic at work as well as home. But I promise to post some soon. Just so that you can see how well you have smeared mashed banana on the sofa or how cute your palm prints look on the wall (where you stamped after dipping your hands in Robin liquid blue)!

I still worry about you two though. When I see that SS still can’t inform us when he wants to pee or poop, or when you both are yet to let go of your milk bottles, I fret. I worry that maybe I’m not doing enough to toilet train you, or maybe I’m not feeding you enough to keep your tummies full. But at other times, when you come out of your illness with flying colours, battling your fever bravely and continuing with your antics, I feel blessed that Allah has bestowed you with sturdy health. I hear instances of friend’s children being admitted to hospitals and I can only send a prayer of recovery for them one of thanks for you two.

You are both running your 22nd month now. How time flies!! Shortly, you’ll both be TWO years old!! How terrific is that for you ? (and terrible for me 😦  )

I’m so looking forward to the time you two are able to string a sentence together, or maybe, make a trip to the loo on your own 😀

But for now, we are content to hear you gurgling with happiness. Glad that you bring in so many good vibes, making sure we laugh along with you! Your family loves you munchkins, and it fills the heart with joy to see that you love them all right back.

Here’s to good health and an eventful year ahead 🙂


(of milk glasses, of course 😀 )

Your Mom.

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The Planning….!!

Once again, the hapless mother tucks her babies in for the night, handing them their last bottle for the night (or so she hopes. Little does she know….!!)

Shortly after, she crashes for the night. The father-figure is already serenading the room with his snores. The mother hops into her bed and frantically tries to capture her forty winks.

The twins, as usual, when left alone like that, tend to plan. Like this time. And this.


RS : (slurp slurp) You know brother, we’re growing up.

SS : (slurp slurp ) Hunh?

RS : (slurp slurp )Uff, dumbo!! We’re growing up!! Getting bigger by the day.

SS : (slurp slurp )Talk for yourself. I don’t see myself growing at all. Heck I’m still the same height I was last year. You, however have become taller by inches.

RS  : (smugly) Hehe, I got the good genes, I guess.

SS : (slurp slurp) No comments!!

RS : (slurp slurp ) Anyhow, what I was saying is, since we are growing older, we need to set ourselves different benchmarks.

SS : (slurp slurp ) You mean, we need to make different kinds of scratches on the chairs and sofas??

RS:  (slurp slurp )Grrr. Of course not!! Though that wouldn’t be a bad idea….hmmm….come to think of it…..there’s a new sofa set in the drawing-room. Looks too clean and pretty, doesn’t it? Not good I say.

SS :  (slurp slurp )Hehe, don’t worry. It aint all that new now. I peed over it yesterday. The cushions got soaked through and through!

RS : (slurp slurp ) LOL!! Thats a good job brother. But didn’t anyone spank you?

SS : (slurp slurp ) Well…..ummm…no one saw me doing it. The granny thought someone had dropped water on the sofa. She asked me about it and I …errr… I said you’d done it.

RS : (Throwing the bottle) you WHAT?!!

SS : (slurp slurp ) Hey chill. They’re used to your water spilling habit by now. At least I didn’t say you’d peed.

RS : And you expect me to be thankful for that?!!

SS : (slurp slurp ) Just chill sis. The sofa is long dry. Don’t fret your pretty brow over it. We have other issues to discuss.

RS : Oh yeah. Right. Actually, I’ve been thinking. We’ve been pretty goody-goody of late. And I have a niggling feeling that I don’t like it one bit. Its time to spice up the place a bit.

SS : (shuddering) Uh Oh sis. You sure?? The last time I followed your plans , I got the spanking of my life.

RS : I wonder when you’ll develop that spine?? Maybe there’s a reason for your not growing tall, after all!!

SS : (in a hurt voice) Hey!! No need to get nasty, ok? You know I always follows your plans to the T. A guy has a right to protest once in a while.

RS : Okie. I take it back. Now coming back to the plan, don’t you think its time we put our artistic talents to use.

SS : (slurp slurp ) Uh-huh! And what exactly are those talents?

RS : Painting!! What else?? You see these walls?? They are our canvas. These fingers are our brushes.

SS : (slurp slurp ) And what about colours?

RS : Do I have to do ALL the planning?? Can’t you chip in for once??

SS : (slurp slurp ) uh-oh. Okie. I’ll manage the colours. I know of at least three different things I can use.

RS : Like what??

SS :  (slurp slurp )Ummm…that bottle of colouring blue which the maid uses. She tends to leave it on the floor every time  😀  . Then, there is our daal which we have with rice. Nice and yellow. And oh, you know, that banana can be squished and applied over the walls…it turns into a pretty dark shade after some time. Will go well with our walls.

RS : (one eye brow raised) Hmmm…quite the surprise package , aren’t we?!! I’d no idea you had these things up your sleeve.

SS :  (slurp slurp ) Hehe, sis. You are so busy keeping riveted everyone with your tantrums, no one worries that I might not be the saintly kid that they think I am. Works for me 😉

RS : Hey there!! I don’t throw tantrums. I just demand what is my right!! Is it my fault that these people never listen to me at one go. The added acoustics just helps speed up matters.  And plus, I never had any ambitions to become the new-age Lata Mangeshkar, you know.

SS :  (slurp slurp )Easy for you to say. They never give in when I try the same trick 😦 .

RS : Hehe, little brother, you just don’t have the vocals for it. Your tinny voice is not your best friend, I say. With that whine of a cry, I doubt our mother even hears you to get up and feed you. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t get your mid-night feed.

SS :  (looking at his now-empty bottle) Hmm..you’re right. And you know what? All this talking has made me hungry again!! How about another round?

RS : Sure. My pleasure, little brother. Here goes… Scrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeechhh…WAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!! DHOOOOOOOOOOODHOOOOOOOOOOOO……WAAAAANNHHHHHH……………DHOOOOOOOODHOOOOOOOO……

*The poor mother frantically leaps out of bed, all groggy-eyed and disoriented, picks up the two bottles, washes them, and prepares the new feed, all the while trying her best to console her kids and also worrying that the neighbours would come knocking to their door shortly. She shoves the bottles into her son’s mouth and when she turns to her daughter, finds that the daughter is fast asleep!!  The poor mother tries vainly to wake up her daughter and feed her, but the daughter keeps her eyes shut tight. The mother looks up at the clock and is shocked to find that it is hardly 30mins since the twin’s last feed. She groans inwards and dumps herself on the bed, exhausted and bewildered, wondering when the nightly cravings would come down *

SS : Good one sis.

RS :  (smugly)  Hehe, the pleasure’s all mine bro. It’s all mine 🙂 .Goodnight for now 🙂

SS : Good night 🙂

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10 Happy Updates….

…..from the Deadly Duo, who else 😀 ?!!

Life is pretty good, we all go about our regular routines and all this while, the twins are catching up with new things even as we blink. They’ve both transformed into sponge-blobs, absorbing every good, bad and ugly stuff we do.

I’ve been meaning to write posts on the many new things they’ve learnt, but then its a new thing everyday and I’m finding it rather difficult to keep count or track of it.

So now, I’ve decided to list down the 10 things the twins do that makes me a happy Mamma (albeit a sleep deprived one 😀 . And NO, the kids haven’t yet learnt to sleep through the night, though I WISH!! Thanks for asking 🙂 )

Without much ado, here goes :-


1) Jhappi-Pappi :- How do you resist when a tiny pair of arms encircles you for an impromptu hug, when you least expect it?? How does it feel when you get back home after a tiring day and the kids fling themselves at you, smothering you with kisses??

Its bliss 🙂 .

Till now, the twins were at the receiving end of our kisses. It’s good to see them now giving it right back !! Yes, SS included 🙂 . And the best part is when they are playing with their toys and suddenly, RS gets up, walks up to her brother and envelops him in a bear hug. SS then brings his arms around her and hugs her back!! They stay like that for a few seconds before separating and carrying on with their toys. And it’s not only RS, even SS takes the initiative to hug his sister when she least expects it.

Its fun to watch, seriously 🙂

2) Nach-Baliye:- OK!! What do we have here??

Two sets of twinkle-toes, no less 🙂

So each time me or the BF or the MIL or FIL come back from work, we are greeted with the index-finger-raised-hopping-on-both-legs dance. And that’s not all. The dance is accompanied by chanting the name of the person who has come. So if its me, I am greeted with a dance of “Mamma, mamma,mamma….”.

It’s so heart-warming, seeing them express their glee on seeing a loved one!!

Apart from this, there is the dance which takes place when they hear music, or the drum beats of any procession on the road, or the sound of  off-key trumpets from someone’s baraat. There’s just one step. Fingers extended, pointing upwards, hop, hop, hop 😀

3) Khana-Khazana :- Hmmm…little progress from SS on this one. But RS more or less covers up for him! So we can now feed her anything under the sun and she’s game. Be it rice, chapatis, spicy curries or vegetables. She’ll at least try that first morsel before deciding whether she likes it or not. Must have her mother’s genes 😀 . SS, in the meanwhile, refuses to open his mouth for stuff he cannot identify or stuff which is new (that’s his father’s genes) .

SS is still a little finicky and refuses to eat anything himself (that’s the royal streak in him. More on that in the next point). At least he has taken an immense liking towards bananas , which he can polish off at a go :).

RS is now addicted to cheese and anything sweet. I’m not liking the sweet-tooth part, but since she adores cheese, I think that more or less balances things !

4) Ji-Huzoor :-  I mentioned above that SS has a royal streak in him. Hmmm. Let me prove it to you.

What do you say about a kid, who, on finding the slightest sign of smut on his fingers, rushes to the nearest adult and signals them to get rid of it?

What do you say about a kid, who, when bitten by a mosquito, extends his leg to be scratched, while he reclines and enjoys the scratching?

What do you say about a kid, who clambers in your arms and points his tiny fingers in the direction where he wishes to go? The directions keep varying, depending on his mood levels!

What do you say about a kid, who, when faced with a plate of food and spoon, patiently waits till you are free to feed him? Try keeping a plate and spoon in front of any other kid. Then you’ll know what I mean.

RS is no better at times. So she gets a little smut on her fingers. The little miss looks around and then cooly wipes her hand on her dada’s uniform, or her dadi’s sari or her mom’s new suit. It doesn’t matter whose dress it is, as long as it isn’t her’s!! The same goes for wiping her runny nose. Mummy’s dupatta is the best thing around for such tasks!!

5) Chaddi-Buddy :- There was a time when the twins used to kick and howl at the mere suggestion of changing diapers or undies. But not any more.

So after they’ve done their big jobs in their diapers in the morning, I just have to tell them that we need to change, and they happily oblige by lying down on the changing mat . While I get busy with the diapers, they hand me the wet-tissues or the box of talcum powder or their undies, as the case may be :).

The twins can now use the powder-puff to powder their *ahem* parts. Thankfully, that’s one task off my lists now 😀

6) Nhao-Nhao :- Aaahh….bath times. The twins have loved their baths as long as I can remember. They still do and with much more vigour than before. It’s tough to get them to quit and come out.

The new thing is that the twins can now dry themselves with their towels. I just have to tell them which part to dry and they vigorously rub their towels on that part. Its fun to watch them. That’s mostly because their newly acquired independent streak doesn’t allow them to be bathed or rubbed down by adults 😐 !!

After the bath comes the powdering part. Which, like I said before is a greatly enjoyed sequence .They have fun dusting the powder on themselves and on each other 🙂

7) Maaf Karo :- Its been tough, but we’ve been able to get the children to understand what sorry means. So if they get naughty and break stuff, they immediately say sorry, by which I mean that they tug at their ears and pull a long face (since they still can’t say the word 🙂 ).

The only problem is, the kids need to be thoroughly convinced of their guilt, for them to apologise. So if I scold them, just for larks, and ask them to say sorry, they’ll give me a look which says I should go take a hike!! Oh well, you can’t win every time 😦

But there are also other fun instances which crop up .Like the time MIL was reprimanding the BF on something, and RS, who was sitting on her father’s lap, immediately got up and pulled at his ears, while calling out to her dadi. Well sweetheart, I’m sure your father was deeply apologetic (not to mention, tickled pink) when you pulled his ears. How about leaving him to do the needful next time 🙂 ?

 8 ) Jiska Maal Uska :- There are three men in the house .And three women. Amongst us, we have a total of 8 mobile phones.

Yet, the twins know exactly which mobile belongs to whom. So if the MIL’s mobile rings and I move to pick it up, RS comes running to me , yelling ,”Naaaaaaiiiiii”. She grabs the phone and runs to her dadi and hands her the phone. If the BIL’s phone rings and the GMIL picks up the call, the twins throw a fit, yelling, “Chacha, chacha…”!


SS can differentiate between all the trousers at home, easily distinguishing between the jeans belonging to his father and the ones belonging to his chachu. RS knows all my clothes by heart and can easily sort between mine and MIL’s suits.

Also, if something belongs to me, it has to be with me, ALLthe time!! So, while leaving for work, if I keep my purse in the hall and come to the kitchen for a drink of water, the twins lug my heavy bag to the kitchen, calling out to me and showing the purse, indicating that its mine and has to be with me 🙂

9) Nakal-khor :- Copycats. Thats what the twins are. They now copy everything we do . Or say.

So if I scold RS for dropping something, she’ll yell at her baby doll in the same way.

If I give SS a small tap on his cheek for throwing stuff, he’ll turn to his baby doll and whack it exactly as I had done.

Which also means, they treat their baby dolls like we treat them. So my two babies now look after their own two babies 🙂 . If I give SS his bottle of milk, he’ll try to feed his doll. Same is the case with RS. If I give them something to eat, they try and feed their babies. They ask us to dress their dolls in their dresses. So RS’s doll wears her frocks and SS’s doll wears his shorts.

Moreover, SS tries to put his doll to sleep on his lap exactly the way I do for him. And RS hugs her doll close and pats its head, walking around the house and humming her own tune. It surprises me to see them mimicking our actions so closely!!

10 ) Not without my father :- The one thing that pleases me to no end, is to see the bonding between the twins and their father. The BF works long hours and gets to spend very little time with the kids. But when he gets the chance, he plays around with them to their heart’s content.

RS calls him Abba and at times, Aabuuu (this is the surprising part. We never taught her that. Its something she picked up on her own!!). SS still stick s to calling him Baba 😀 .

The twins are used to their father’s absence. But the one time when they refuse to stay without him, is during their sleep hours. If their abba is not in the room, the twins will get up multiple times, asking for him. “Aaabuuuu….Aaabuuuuuu…..” is the chant RS carries on with until I ask her to go and check if her father’s back yet. she’ll promptly get up, run around the house checking for her father and not finding him home, come back tell me, “aaabuuu…nai“!!!

SS meanwhile, lies on his bed, looks up at the ceiling and yells “BABAAA…… ” in the loudest voice possible!!

I have no option, but to call up the BF and ask him to hurry home, before the neighbours start knocking on our doors to shut up!!


As I started writing this post, I realized that it isn’t just these 10 points which tickle my heart. There are many other smaller things the twins do, like handing me onions when I’m cooking in the kitchen, or waking up and cuddling up to me in the morning, or making their choice of clothes clear when we are going out, or calling out to the pigeons which sit at the window sill, or loudly exclaiming bow-wow when they see a dog , or being smitten by kids younger than them…..and many more!!

Its amazing to see them grow and develop as individuals. To see them behave so alike and yet so different from each other. To see them grow each day and marvel at the miracle of human life. To feel my heart being tugged in two different directions at the same time. To feel the rush of love, so heady, so satisfying, I wonder why people ever need drinks or drugs 😐 !!

Or maybe, its just me talking, a madly-in-love-with-her-babies momma 😀

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What can I say….?


………when the twins insist on climbing the drying rack and then find themselves trapped under the heavy stand and the clothes on it. When you rescue them,check for bruises  and set the stand upright, they insist on climbing it once again 🙄


……..when my daughter insists on applying moisturizing lotion to any and every available patch of skin. Be it hers, or her mother’s , or father’s or dadi’s, or big-dadi’s …or whoever!!


……..when my son insists on playing with the most raggedy doll of the toy collection instead of  playing with the cricket bat or speed cars we get him 😐 .


……..when my daughter throws away her dolls and chases the cars!!


……..when they insist on feeding their mother their meals instead of having it themselves.


………when they take turns wearing a sari (actually, my dupatta wrapped around their waists) and preening in front of the mirror (yeah, SS included!)


………when they go to the neighbour’s house to play and refuse to come back home!!


……….when they both like kissing each other, but despise getting kissed by each other 🙄 .


……….when they both hate getting out of their wet nappies or diapers 😛


……….when they either howl their hearts out when I leave for office, or gleefully bang the door shut in my face!!

………..it’s a tough life out there for poor mamma!!


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Dear RS,

Sweetheart, I swear to God you’ve never been subjected to an Emran Hashmi movie. Not even when you were inside mamma’s belly . I confess I did watch a movie of his once. But that was much before you were born. In fact, it was much before your mamma tied the knot with your abba!! It was a movie called Murder.It murdered all my chances of ever seeing his movies again.For which, I’m glad. Immensely.

But, I digress.

This is not about Emran Hashmi. And neither is it about your ammi or abba.

This is about you turning into a “Serial kisser”.

Did we tell you that you love kissing?? Well, apparently, it’s the only thing you love to do, other than eating cheese, that is 🙂

Just kissing someone on the cheeks when asked for, is  passé. Your latest trend now is to kiss people whenever possible. Better still, kiss wherever possible!!!

So giving in to your inner generous self, kisses are handed out on Abba’s head, mamma’s feet, big-dadi’s thigh, dada’s hand, dadi’s tummy,chachu’s nose and anywhere/everywhere on SS.

Its funny, yes, but at times it gets a wee bit embarrassing. Like,the time you know, mamma was busy talking to a few guests and you insisted on smacking her on the lips every time she opened her mouth to speak!! Or when your abba sat down for dinner with a few guests and you insisted on kissing his neck (where he’s insanely ticklish!!).

We no longer prod you to kiss anyone. You’ll kiss anyway. Is it any wonder then, that SS runs away from you every time you try drawing closer to him? I know it hurts you to see him scampering away like that, it shows in the way you draw your brows together in a delicate frown. But you cheer up instantly and give him a chase. After all, his kiss is pending with you 😀

I hate to say this darling, but other momma’s with babies younger than you, hesitate to leave their kids in your presence. Not because you are violent or bad.  It’s just because you love kissing their babies so much that taking them away from you results in you throwing the biggest tantrums ever!! And errr…ummm…the reason the kids have to be taken away is that , well, not ALL kids enjoy being smothered, if you know what I mean. Hate to be nasty here babes, but seriously, if you want to kiss them, a couple of times is fine. Clambering up on the babies and then smothering them with kisses is so not done!!

And oh, a word in from your abba. As much as he LOVES your kisses , could you refrain from kissing him in between your meals, specially when he’s leaving for work? Nothing personal, just that he usually has to change either his shirt or trousers, depending on where you’ve left food stains with your kisses. sometimes, he gets delayed. Awfully.But hey, if you do the same with mamma, its alright . She washes her own clothes anyway, plus, no one really expects mommies to be rin-ki-safedi-types all the time. We welcome stains 😀

Sweetheart, I don’t have words to describe how heart-warming your kisses are, specially when you wake your mamma from her sleep with a big smack 🙂 , or when you persistently kiss your abba’s head, hoping he’d wake up. I suspect he pretends to sleep just because he loves getting kissed by you 🙂  (I just wish you could teach your brother the technicalities of this activity, seeing that he still believes grinding his teeth and saying ‘Paah’ makes up a kiss!!). Your heart overflows with love and that is a wonderful thing. But like I said once before, could you please not kiss feet!!

Till then,

Pucker Up darling :).

From your much-kissed Mother 🙂

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