Showing posts from December, 2017

Slow Down - A letter to my 5 & 2 year olds

Conversations with the five year old have become more thought provoking these days. From the innocent questions he asks to the compassion he shows towards everyone and everything, makes me wonder when he grew up. It’s the little things he says and does that can make your heart melt.

The other day he took my makeup kit to play with. He pulled out the eyeshadow and asked me to give him more colors. I explained to him that I had only one for now. And when he asked “why? Is it very expensive?” I replied “Yes.”  After a quick thought he said, “Mamma when I grow up I’ll give you lots of money to buy all colors of eyeshadow for yourself .”  Now I’m sure every child says things like this but when your child says it to you, it makes you thank your blessings.

I love the innocence they see the world with and hope it stays that way for as long as possible. A few weeks back while playing in the garden, his grandma wanted him to distance himself from some older boys who were playing rough. So she …

Desert Rose

When the hubby suggested an overseas holiday with 2 preschoolers, I laughed at him until I had tears streaming down my face. Was he really serious? The 2 of us alone with the 2 of them for 8 long days. Maybe he had been working too long and too hard. Did he forget that our house looked like a hurricane had hit every weekend!

Maybe it was too early in the morning and he was sleep talking. A cup of coffee later, a picture of the many possible disastrous outcomes of this idea were painted but he stood his ground. Then like a typical Indian "Ma" I used the last resort I could, to change his mind....."what will I feed them there!?"

But as days went by, swayed by the phoren shopping promises and all that we could "see and do," I too was bitten by the travel bug and the deal was sealed. Tickets were booked and hotel reservations made. Only thing left now was the to pray to all the Indian Gods to help maintain my sanity.

All pandemonium broke loose 4 days before…

Dinosaurs are the new Dolls

"Dadda....look Dinosaur....Aaaahhhhhhhaaaaahhh!!!!"

Our home is filled with squeals like this all day long. Screen time is dedicated to watching dinosaurs dancing, singing, teaching colours, numbers and alphabets (the things you can find on you tube!). Voice search is put to full use and "dinosaur videos" fill up the app history. Dancing to Dinosaur Stomp with Mother Goose Club and Dinosaur Song with Blippi is an obsession.

The Dinosaur pets are bathed, fed, tucked into bed. All other stuffed animals and family members are scared with threats that the dinosaur will eat them up.

Ah the joys of watching your 2 year old take HER dinosaur for a walk or a stroll in a doll stroller! Or better yet, insist that the big blue T Rex goes where ever she does! Even if it means her Dadda has to carry them both for a walk down the road.

On a trip to Build A Bear, where I hope she picks a "My Little Pony", my free spirited, strong willed 2 year old picks out a blue T-Re…