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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 :-

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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…”!

Whew.

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!!

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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 🙄

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……..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!!

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……..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 😐 .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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……….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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A Special Day Today!

Dear Twins,

I’ve been missing out on your updates for quite some time now. I know I haven’t posted anything new about you two for the last few weeks, and I’m guilty. In my defense, I can just say that lately you two have shown so many new achievements, that just when I get down to posting about one, you guys go ahead and do something new that makes the previous achievement look like peanuts!!

But today, I dedicate to you. Today is an important day for me. You see, you both turn 1 and a half years today. Yup, a total of 18 months or 547 days. Whew!

Just 6 months back, I was thanking Allah for the first year. It was tumultuous, I had so many things to learn about you. Heck, you guys had so much to learn yourself!! Remember those faltering steps RS took just a few weeks before her birthday? By the time the B’day approached, she was confidently walking the place down. As for SS, he was running on his B’day, walking being a thing of the past 😀 . At that time, I was still too critical, still too worried whether you two were matching up to the growth expectations for your age. To a certain limit, I blame BabyCenter for setting the benchmarks. So where they claimed that a year old baby learns to speak at least 20 different words, I fumed at the thought that you two barely even said “Mamma”. But now that I see so many other year-old babies still clinging to their parents for support, who still barely manage to put one foot in front of the other, I can’t help but marvel at how fast, how quickly and how independently you two learnt to walk on your own. And I’m ashamed, for even doubting for a minute that you are slow!!

Dear RS, you have consistently kept us amused by your pranks and the swiftness with which you learn new things. We just have to do an action once, and you know just how to repeat it. Other than that, you now understand EVERYTHING we say!! How cool is that 😀 ?! No more repetitions, no more gesticulating, no more forced enunciation from our side. We just have to say something and you proceed to do just what we asked!! My Angel!! You have no idea how proud we are of you. And though you are a tomboy through and through, you still retain that little girl at heart. Why else would you preen in front of the mirror when you wear a new outfit? Why else would you apply powder to your face , checking yourself out as you do it? Why else would you make a beeline to the nearest mirror when someone styles your scanty hair with a comb? When you see me applying vaseline or lipstick, you point to your lips and want some dabbed on it too. Sorry, correction here. You don’t want me to dab it. You want me to hand over the tube so that you can dab it on yourself. Which once more brings me to the independent spirit, that is you.Feed time has become a messy affair, what with you insisting on eating by yourself and spilling everything on your clothes. You’d rather starve than let anyone feed you. And I’m proud to say, you have become very deft with your spoon. Your scoops are now more balanced, you know just how to tilt the spoon in your mouth and the best part, you know how to feed SS too 😀 . How’s that for being the elder sis?!!

That you love your brother to bits, we all know. But you haven’t been successful in letting SS believe the same. The minute he walks towards the cycle, you have to rush and shove him off and clamber on yourself. The minute you see a water bottle in his hand, you have to snatch it from him. When he whines for me to pick him up, you drop whatever you are doing and run to me, to be picked up first. You boss over him, scream at him and in general, bully him. But when he’s asleep, you bend down to gently kiss his face. When he’s crying, you pat his head, hold his face in your chubby palms and plant a kiss on his nose. When I hold a ringing phone to your ear, you immediately turn to him and hold it against his ear. You try to feed him with your spoon, to make him drink by shoving the bottle into his mouth. When we dress him in new clothes, you hold his hand and lead him to the mirror. Sometimes, we just watch with amused delight at how you fuss over him.At others, we have to keep a sharp lookout so that you don’t harm him with your rush of love, like the way you squeezed him breathless with one of your power hugs, no doubt given with a lot of love, but strong enough to almost suffocate him 🙂 .

Dear SS, you are a tiny bundle of delight. Super charged, super active and barely able to stay in one place for more than  a few seconds (except maybe, when we go out, where you get super clingy for the first half hour and refuse to move away from your mother 🙂 ). You started walking and babbling much before RS, but yet, you have barely picked up any more new words. At least, your limited vocabulary is more clearer and coherent than your sister’s. You run through the house, nimble footed like a cat. Sometimes I worry that you’ll trip over something and fall, but you don’t. You are sure of your steps and capable of taking sudden sharp turns midway. Also, did I tell you that you have the most beautiful smile ever?!! You do 🙂 . RS has the most pleasant tinkling laughter and you have the most beautiful, shy smile. It totally transforms your face. Like the sun coming out from behind a cloud 🙂 .

Earlier, I used to feel a tad upset that you don’t understand all that we say, but now I’ve realized , it’s not true. You do understand everything, it’s just that you decide on your own whether to pay attention to us or not. Being the haughty royalty that you are, you give us the royal ignore most of the time, doing exactly what you want to do. Sure enough, reprimands roll off you like water from a duck’s back! If we scold you or raise our voice, you are sure to voice your protest. when you are bullied by RS, my heart goes out to you. I don’t want you to be a meek, submissive mouse. Maybe thats why I’m mighty glad these days when I see you standing your own with RS. You no longer hand over your toy to her. You snatch it back. and if she yells, you yell too. I’ve started calling you Sher-Khan these days 🙂 . There are times when I felt you avoided your sister. But then, you’ve shown your way of expressing love too. When RS was ill and lay on a spread on the floor, you gingerly squatted besides her and patted her head. When I wasn’t looking, you went down on your belly and gave her your version of the kiss (the one where you bring your face close and grin like crazy. The latest addition being, muttering ‘Pa’ loudly when you bring your face near 🙂 ). Whatever the case, it was awfully heart warming to see that you understand your sister is ill and in need of some TLC (mA).

You know SS, whenever RS does something new, I eagerly wait for you to do the same and then chide myself for ever wanting you to be on the same level with her. I know RS is grasping things real fast, but in the bargain, I feel, she’s losing her babyhood. I feel sad and upset to see that in many ways, my baby is no longer just a baby. At times like these, I turn to you.You, my prince, are like a balm to my frayed nerves. You soothe me with those ever-innocent eyes, looking at me keenly and muttering a soft “mumma!!” You console me with your innocence , that babyness which is still intact,that adorable feeling that I still have my baby!! Sometimes, when I cuddle you, I want to put you back into my tummy, safe from the world. But then, I want to put RS back there too, and God knows, two can’t fit in there anymore 😀

There are times when I’m a wee bit disappointed with you both. Like the times when you get up in the morning and the first thing you do is waddle up to your Abba and start planting umpteen kisses on his head or cheeks. You ungrateful souls!!!You do realize, don’t you, that its your mamma who wakes up every night at the slightest sound from you! that its your mamma, who, however groggy, gets you a bottle of milk when you are hungry in the night. Its your mother who washes your bums and wipes the snot from your noses.Pray tell me, what gratitude do you feel towards your father that he becomes the beneficiary of your kisses and not your mother?? This is just one of life’s mysteries I just can’t comprehend!! Alas.

Sweethearts, there is so much to say here, so much to let you know what you two mean to me and your Abba. Maybe someday, when you are older, you might just visit this space and find out that we aren’t just two old-coots trying to dictate your life. We are just one average couple, still reeling under the shock that Allah thought us worthy enough of you . That we do justice to the gifts bestowed on us. That we bring out the best in you that we have in us.Ameen.

RS, you are our pride, our joy. And SS, you are the sunshine that fills our heart with happiness. Together, you two make us (me and your Abba) feel like the luckiest fools alive 🙂 . And for that, I can never thank God enough .

I got this snap from your aunt BFC today, taken at one of her wedding events. I’m glad the photographer didn’t cover this from the front, as I looked mighty silly, nibbling at RS’s fingers .The next one is of you ,SS, who weren’t in a very good mood but did stay still for at least one photograph. By the way son, you resumed your prior tantrum once the clicking was done 🙂 :-

Getting her finger bitten

In one of your solemn moods

May you two have the best time growing up together. I am so looking forward to your 2nd Birthday 🙂 .

(I’m quite apprehensive, actually. You both are quite a handful now itself. What more you have in store for me, God alone knows. Maybe you do too, but you guys won’t be telling me your secrets, would you? No ?

I thought as much 😦  ).

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Matters of the the Mouth

This time, along with the count of teeth, I want to also include the twin’s vocabulary as a part of this post.
So without much ado, here goes :-

Tooth Update :-


RS :
Upper = 4 + 1/2 + 1/2 + 2 molars
Lower = 4 + 2 molars
Total =12 + 1/2 + 1/2

SS :
Upper = 4 + 1/2+ 2 molars
Lower = 4
Total = 10+ 1/2

Given her set of 4 molars, RS has taken to chewing her food, unlike SS , who knows only how to swallow. He still doesn’t roll the food in his mouth using his tongue. Sometimes, this worries me, because he just doesn’t make an attempt to bite into food. While playing around, he’ll pick up just about anything and put it into his mouth. But give him a piece of chapatti, or a slice of apple or a biscuit , he simply holds it and grins, not really sure what to do with it. He doesn’t yet know how to bring food to his mouth and bite into it. Thankfully, RS doesn’t worry me on that front. She knows just how to eat by herself. In fact, she hates being fed by us anymore. Her food is handed over to her on a plate, with a spoon and she does the honour of feeding herself (mA).  Am hoping that SS picks up the right food habits soon *praying fervently with folded hands*.

Word Count  :-

The twins are no motor-mouths. In fact, just getting them to say “Ammi-Abba” has taken us a more than 3-4 months of effort. Their vocabulary leaves a lot to be desired, but for now, here’s the current set of words –

RS

Ammmma, Mamma, Maaaa (for me)

Abbba, Aaaba (for the BF)

Daaadhi, daaaa-eeee (for Dadi or Big-Dadi)

Dhaaaadha (for FIL)

Chhaaacha, Chhaaaaji (for the BIL ) (which makes us think she’s hinting at something 😉 )

Haaaa (for anything Hot)

Paaapaaa (for SS)

Boowooo (for Dogs, teddy bears, scary things)

Baauu (for any injury)

Mum-mum (Food)

Paaaa (for water)

Phaaa (for fan)

SS’s vocabulary is not as extensive(?) as RS’s, but he has his basics right 🙂

SS

Mummy (for me)

Mummaaa (for food)

A-ba (for the BF)

Dada (for FIL)

Cha-cha (for BIL)

Pa (for water)

These are the actual words spoken by them and understood by us. There exists a parallel vocabulary, which quite extensive, but totally beyond our comprehension!! SS excels in that category. He is rarely silent when he’s in one of his ‘talking’ moods. So stuff like ‘lakka-laka-lakaa-abuna-laka’ and ‘blub-blub-ayyyyy-paaaaa-laka’ simply bounce off our ears. We’ve given up trying to figure out what he’s trying to say. Which is just as good. I really don’t want to know. Now. Later on is a different matter 😀

RS herself is quite vocal, specially with SS. The only word we can make out, is “Paapaaa”, which of course refers to SS, but other than that, all her muttering are understood only by SS and definitely not by us!!

I’ve heard that kids pick up words as they hear them, the more you speak to them, the more vocal they get. I’m surprised that with a household of 6 adults , who are constantly chattering with them, the kids haven’t yet picked up more words. And as usual, I’ll just blame it on them being preemies and give them a month more 😀

Which means, I hope to add a few new words to this space by next month.

Wish me luck 🙂

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Driving Mr.Daisy……………

……………………..by Ms.Dandelion!!

“I really dont need a license to drive, do I? All that stuff about age-limit and all is balderdash!!!”

“You know Sis, am not really happy with this back-seat driving thing! You better let me get at the wheel”.

“Bah!! All these bluddy controls!! But my dad taught me to show the indicator while turning. What? We don’t need them in the daytime? Well, dad sure has his fundas wrong!!”.

“I guess if I look mournful enough, she’ll let me drive too. What a bully!!”

“I really MUST see whats happening on the road now!”

These people are SO MEAN!! I refuse to be a part of this photo-op!!”

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I was pampered yesterday……

…….to no end by two little munchkins, who understood that their mom was very ill and needed all the love and comfort they could give.

The tummy bug caught me real bad on Tuesday night and by yesterday morning, I was a writhing, moaning mess. Any attempt to even drink a sip of water was viciously opposed by the guts and was promptly hurled out at the earliest. Not a pretty sight, I tell you.

Little RS, seeing that her mamma lay prone on the bed, barely able to respond to her calls, went to the kitchen, grabbed a chapatti , tore little bits of it and tried to feed me. The DARLING!! And you know what? The guts didn’t revolt on that. The chapatti, fed with love, stayed put 🙂 .

Little SS, usually the attention craving one, came to my room regularly to give me a couple of pats on the cheek and kiss me. Now, my boy doesn’t really know how to kiss. His idea of kissing is to bring his face real close to ours, grinning all the while.Whatever the case, it worked like a charm 🙂 .

Not sure what the kids thought of seeing their mom at home on a weekday, or so unresponsive even while at home, but the fact of the matter is that they didn’t trouble at all yesterday. They were two perfectly behaved kids who checked up on their mamma regularly to make sure she got her dose of love, the best medicine on this earth!!

The best part? My babies woke up only ONCE last night!!

I couldn’t believe it!! I mean, I actually slept for 6 straight hours after nearly20 months!!

Needless to say, am pretty pepped up since this morning, still a little weak, but definitely not in the mind 😀 .

MIL was so worried about me yesterday that she took a leave from her school. Poor thing, I think she was more worried about me than anyone else in the house (yes, BF. I have a pretty low opinion about you right now since you didn’t bother to call me up even once yesterday!! And yeah, your excuse of not disturbing my sleep, doesn’t really work here !!)

Things, for now look good.

Am back to blogging, aren’t I ?

😀

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