Saturday, 4 November 2017

The not so good boy!

For all of you who think Siddy is all sugary and nice here is something that will completely change your mind!

So the other day it was one of his friend's birthday and we were discussing what to get as a present.

I love asking him for his opinion because they are always fun!

Like one time after contemplating the question, he said to get a friend a hat,  another  time to get a skateboard and yet another to get a boxing bag but with princesses on them since it was for a girl!

I have recently fallen in love with tool sets for boys... we got Siddy his first set when he was two and I remember him trying to fix ... well... everything. He would fix the table, his cycle, the chair even the walls!

The hammer never left his hand!!!

He's had two sets since and still plays with them.

So the last time we had to gift my nephew something we got him a really cool tool set. In fact it was way cooler than any set Siddy has had! Apart from all the tools it had a hard hat and goggles!

Very cool!

Anyway, so coming back to us discussing what gift to get for his friend. The birthday boy being just a few months older than my nephew, I suggested getting him a tool set as well.

At first he goes " Ya thats great get him a tool set, he will love it"

"Ok cool, I'll get him the same one we got for Hans"


"No not that one"


"Its too fancy"

"Arre but thats the good part na, it has that cool hardhat and the goggles and all"

"Ya but thats why only. Its too fancy. And I don't want anyone to have a tool set more fancy than mine!!!"

hmmmmmm?!!!!!! seriously!

Where did my good little boy go? And who is this naughty and borderline mean boy come from?!!!

Monday, 30 October 2017

The Adventures of Mr Fix It!

So recently we had quite an adventure.

Friday afternoon we heard a few kids from the building screaming outside our window about a cow who was stuck in our jungle. So of course we had to go see!

But not before we got ready for it.

So first he got his minion mask, which he uses as a hardhat, don't ask me why and how he thought of it, but it looks pretty legit.

Then he got his 3D googles, to use as his protective eyewear. Why and from where did he get his 3D glasses you ask? Well, the first 3D movie we took him for, cant even remember which one, we asked the theater guys if we could take it as a memory thing.

And finally he took his pliers to help the cow.

" I can use these pliers to cut the cow mumma"

"ummmm..... you obviously mean to cut the branches around the cow"

Takes a second to understand what I said "ha ha ha yes yes mumma to cut the branches!!"

Grateful my kid isn't some kind of psycho we head out. Mr Fix It and I.

There are some three people there, two from the neighboring building and one from a cat cafe near by and all you can hear is this poor cow mooing away in pain.

Now the cat lady was fully in control talking to her some person on the phone asking them to bring some kind of tranquilizer and nylon ropes. And hearing all of this little Mr Fix It, well freaked out!

After two minutes of being all "I'm going to go save the cow" the mooing had him running off home.

So we went back but his mind was still on it. Eventually he went back down with his nanny to check on what was happening.

And sure enough in a bit he came back shouting for me to come down.

"The ambulance has come mumma come soon" and he runs off.

So I leave my twice heated already coffee and run after him.

Its a fire engine not an ambulance, but ah well both excite him enough. In fact by the time I came down he was already hi fiv-ing the firefighters!

The cow, since I'm sure you're wondering by now, is fine, was always fine. The fire fighters went in to the forest to find her tied to a tree. This was done, for reasons I still don't know, by the guys who own a cow/buffalo shed near our home. So they got the cow shed guys to untie her and take her back.

So ironically about ten minutes later a friend of mine from the building came down with a bunch of posters to join a protest march against the cow shed.

Yup... this cow shed takes over about half of the main road creating a bottle neck which eventually creates the worst traffic you have ever seen.

The entire area was fed up with them it seems... and were out with big posters and a mike to shout out slogans.

Siddy of course was crazy confused. Do they want the cow shed do they not want it? If they don't want it where are the cows going to go? At one point when everyone was screaming tabela hatao he was the only one saying tabela bachao!!!!!

We even gave him a big poster saying "enough is enough" which I think I'm going to save and use on him when he bugs me too much!!!

So well, our first animal rescue mission and protest march and we are only 4 and a half years old!!!

Secretly I hope the Mr Fix It has managed to fix the damn tabela situation!!

Sunday, 29 October 2017

Carrying that Sleeping Baby!

The best thing I think about being a kid?

Knowing someone will take you home.

I remember growing up, any restaurant we went to, no matter how early or late, post dinner my brother would just pass out. And every single morning he would wake up safe and sound in his bed.

And even as a child I used to find that so amazing... that literally a kid could fall sleep anywhere and his parents would pick him and take him home.

Seen it on tv shows, movies, as I grew up I'd see it amongst friends with their kids... and I always thought that there could be nothing that expressed the feeling of security as much as this.

And the first few times we did it with bumling, I was so aware we were doing it. You know that out of body experience, where you stand outside and look at yourself doing something and think "Wow .. I always wondered if I would do that?"

And you are doing it.

And it is amazing, because it just reaffirms the whole deal of being a parent. Of having a little human who is yours to protect, yours to make feel secure over and above anyone, anything else. And its a very overwhelming feeling, but I love it.

So every time, post a party or dinner or even a long drive, when we pick up a sleeping little Siddy from the car and heave his ever growing ass back home, I find myself smiling and being grateful for having him!

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Little Stories-4

Little Story 1:

So the other day I was working and listening to the soundtrack of La La Land... and the little monkey comes and listens along with me. 

"What kind of music is this mumma"

"Its from a musical baby.. where all the people are singing and dancing"

"Show me"

So I put on the videos on youtube. 

And he stared tripping on them... the dancing the colors the entire awesomeness of it! He's my kid after all! 

We watched another day of sun thrice, someone in the crowd once... and finally the epilogue played.... I wasn't sure he would want to see it since it is basically just music... but he was really into it because of the dancing. 

But not as into it as me... me - well I was getting mad emotional about it as always... that last song just is a whole lot of feels and makes me all teary eyed! 

So this smarty looks at me and goes "what happened mumma?"

"nothing baby this song just breaks my heart"

"Oh mumma you're such a silly girl crying at this!!!!

hmmmmmmmm.... and you're such a silly boy for not! Know just the kind of boyfriend he's going to be!!

Little Story 2:

A few weekends ago, he was invited to a party by his really cute friend from the building, a girl. So he took his little brother for the party. The next day it was that fellow's building friend's party, a little girl. 

The two boys have had a blast at these birthdays, lots of cake lots of masti and of course amazing favors! 

Recently he was telling his grandparents about this fun weekend and he goes

"So on Saturday I took Hans for my girlfriend's party and then on Sunday he took me for his girlfriend's party"

None of us knew how to react to him!!!!! So cutely innocent they are man!

Also i'm dreading the day this conversation holds a lot more meaning...  like at 15!!!!

Little Story 3:

Since the little bumling bugs me so often, I run out of things to threaten him with. 

Like for example I'll tell him "If you don't eat your food I'll just take away your Ipad now"
Or "If you don't wear your own shoes I'll just make you go down bare feet" 

"if you do A , I''l do B, C, D , G, J, L, N , T .... Z!!! 

But post Z i'm lost so a lot of times i'll just leave it hanging like "If you don't do this na, I'll just......... "

Oftentimes very cheekily he will finish that sentence for me " Take my Ipad? Hide my superheroes? Not let me go down to play?!!!!!!!

While thats annoying enough he always finds a way to up the annoyingness, so somedays when we are having this argument, before I can say it he will say it  

"Mumma, if you don't feed me today na I'm just going to........."

And he'll leave it hanging with this naughty smile on his face!!!


Saturday, 16 September 2017

What will Niki Think?!!!

So we were off for a holiday recently... to Sri Lanka... which turned out to be such a great trip! We went with Siddy's best friend and her parents who are really fun people!

A few days prior to leaving, I told Siddy to pack his bag. He was quite excited. 

"What all should I carry?"

"A few t shirts some shorts and your undries"

"Arre but mumma how many t shirts?"

"Take 12 t shirts and 3 shorts"


I'm guessing he did some kind of calculation in his head. 

"How many days are we going for?"

"Five days"

More pause. more calculations.

"Mumma, how can I only take 3 shorts and 12 t shirts? I need as many shorts or pants as my t shirts na?"

"Ummmm... no... you can wear the same shorts again with a new t shirt baby"

"What will Niki think mumma? That I don't have more shorts? That I'm wearing the same one again and again?"

what will Niki think? Oh my God... I thought I had many many more years before the "What will (insert cute girl's name) think" situations in life!!!

Over smart Smart a**!!!

I remember on our little trip recently, we were discussing how little Niki and her mumma were going to get into fights once she becomes a teenager... the whole- Don't wear this wear that, I don't like the clothes you are buying for me blah blah!!

And I was secretly (well not so secretly even) giggling and thanking my stars I wouldn't have to do it!

Cut to last night, when Siddy is still four. And we got into a fight.

Something silly of course like I asked him to keep something away, he didn't want to, I insisted, he insisted more... one thing led to another, the fight escalated.

Now I'm annoyed and getting irritated at everything, and he is getting annoyed with me and getting cranky for everything... and we are in a full blown shouting match.

Yes... me against a four year old.

I have a temper, and what can I say... so does he!

 "Siddy, you keep crying for little little things, and I know all you want to do is sleep, but you just wont go and sleep"

Now we start fighting about the fact that he doesn't want to sleep, but I swear he's super sleepy.

"I just cant take it anymore Siddy" I say really genuinely frustrated.

"Fine then lets just forget this fight now mumma.. lets just drop it now"

Hmmm? Did a four year old just tell me to forget a fight? To drop it now?


"Fine then, lets just drop it then" I say and take him to bed.

In the bedroom, we are both trying to 'just drop it" and be all normal.

In walks Aadi and I decide to tell him about how Siddy gets cranky when he's sleepy... and he turns to me and says "Didn't I say to just forget this fight now mumma?"

Oh God!!!

Bloody over smart smart ass!!!

Monday, 28 August 2017

I am now a SUPERMOM!!

I paint with Siddy, read stories (sometimes, sometimes I sleep before the story ends!!), chat about the day with him, make up funny noises and stories, cuddle and roll around in bed, slather him with kisses... but play- not so much.

Especially since he's grown up and all his games involve running around (I don't run!!), playing fighting fighting, playing with super heroes, sports like football and basketball (again something I loathe!!). The few times we do play with Lego or our dominoes, I am so focused on it being proper and correct that I kind of suck the fun out of doing it... Also I'm kind of competitive so that doesn't help either!

All in all, our 'playing' together has pretty much reduced.

Its sad but its true.

On the other hand, he and Aadi have a blast. They run around the house shooting imaginary lasers, race cars on the walls, have basketball games. So when Aadi leaves town for a few days, the poor guy is just so bored with me!

Anyhow, this weekend I have redeemed myself. I have found a way to be initiated into his avengers team!

Yup! I am now an Avenger!

And what you may ask is my super power. Me, Super-lazy-I-don't-ever-want-to-get-up me...

My power is that I am Supermom!!

And my job is to call other superhero or super villain's mums to complain about them!!!!!!!

I was made to call black panther's mum to tell her that he scratched Captain America's shield with his very long claws, and how she must make sure she cuts his claws/nails more often!!

Then I had to call Bucky's mum because Bucky told Super hero Siddhant that he didn't want to be his friend but instead wanted to be a bad boy's friend and how she should make sure he doesn't make any bad friends!!!!

And I have to make these calls right there in front of him!!!

Man what a very important job I have!! I love it. And the best part, according to him, is that I don't have to be in the middle of the fighting, I can simply work from home!

What more can a Super Mom ask for!!!

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Today I crushed my little one's Heart :(

So today I crushed my little one's heart.

His actual words were " Im disappointed with what you just told me"


But lets back up a little so you get the whole story before you send me hate mail!

Lately this four year old has been driving us all up the wall. He's suddenly become this slightly aggro kid who doesn't listen, fights back, talks back, leaves the room upset mid conversation.


He comes back from school at one thirty, hasn't finished his snack box, and refuses to sit and eat lunch. Now he's starving and tired but he just wont eat. We will tell him nicely, we will be stern, we will threaten and finally we will get pissed... but he still wont eat. And then he gets upset with us for shouting. And he leaves the room saying

"If you're going to shout at me I wont eat" "If you don't give me the I pad I wont eat"

Yup... he actually gives us lip- this four year old three foot nothing.

And this situation is for everything- taking a bath, putting his toys away, changing his clothes even going down to play on somedays.

He's just become super stubborn. No this isn't me building up my excuse for 'disappointing' my kid.. its the truth!

We'll been trying to handle this with everything we've got. Time outs, taking toys away, taking his precious I pad away, making a good boy bad boy chart. Nothing seems to be working.

Now we can deal with all the sass, all the stamping of the feet, all the pouting and leaving the room, but we can not accept hitting.

And thats what happened today.

He, in one of his moments, hit his nanny.

Now since it was his first time ever. We all very sternly told him it was unacceptable, made him apologize and also didn't let him go down to play,

All good.

Till he did it again. To me.

Because I insisted he put his toys away at night and he refused, after telling him repeatedly he still refused, so I threatened that I wouldn't read a book at bed time. He still refused. And he also started crying hysterically as if I had asked him to clean up the whole house with a tooth brush.

And in his anger, he punched me on my arm and said "If you don't read me a book I wont put my toys away"

Thats it I lost it. I packed up my stuff for the night and took him into the bedroom.

He totally knew he had done something very wrong.

Now I have this sleepy baby crying away asking me to say sorry to him for shouting, which I really hadn't, and I was really upset about the punch. Still I decided to sit calmly and explain to him what he had done wrong.

"Baby, have I ever hit you? no matter how angry I am, have I ever actually hit you? would you like it if someone hit you? Its a very bad thing to do. No one likes children who hit"

He's sitting in my lap listening to me through his tears.

And I don't know what got into me and I said:

"You know right that Santa doesn't give presents to children who hit?"


The tears stopped.

"Santa wont give me a present?"

"Only if you hit anybody baby. If you're a good boy of course he will give you presents. So you promise not to hit?"

"How will he know?"

"Magic. His magical little elves are all over the world watching children and they write in their little books if a baby is naughty"

"Why cant we see them?"

"They are invisible baby"


"So you wont hit anybody now baby?"

"No mumma" (the quietest voice in the world)

"Are we friends now?"

"Yes mumma"

So I kiss him and push off  to get the beds ready to sleep.

Except I see him, and he's looking really really low and he's walking out the door.

"Where are you going baby?"

And thats when he said it

"Im disappointed with what you just told me"

"Why baby? What did I say"

"That Santa wont give me presents"

Damn. My heart just crushed and broke into a bazillion pieces.

I picked him and hugged him and kissed him.

"Of course he will give you presents baby, because I know you're going to be such a good boy"

"But what if the elves don't think so?"

By now I was feeling really bad that I said what I had said

"Baby I will go to North Pole myself and make Santa give you the best present ever.. tell me what you want and I'll make sure you get it"

His tears stopped and he smiled a very tiny smile.

"I don't know yet what I want mumma, but I'll think and tell you"

I gave him a big bear hug and told him he can tell me anytime and I would make sure Santa gives him his present.

I actually even apologized to him for saying something so harsh, and told him I had done it only to make him understand how bad hitting was.

Finally after it all he gave me a big hug and we read a book together and I kissed him to sleep.

Its crazy, how ever much he may be growing up, becoming a big boy with his own personality and becoming his own person... He is still a little baby who believes in Santa!

So Santa, are you listening, we owe this kid an awesome present!!!

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

The Spidey Stories

So spider man was a much anticipated movie in our house because some people are absolute fans.. not me.. something about spidey just seems kinda silly to me!! 

But I think kids just love him... something about a kid superhero who can climb up walls and shoot sticky webs from his wrist!!

It was also one of the first actions Siddy learnt.. when we should say to him 'What does Spiderman do' He would stick his wrist out and try desperately to put out two fingers! At two and a half it was hilarious! 

And then whole last month in Jaipur he played the game on the x box so I think his love for the superhero was pretty much at its peak!!

Anyway.. So because of his this absolute love for Spiderman we booked tickets for last weekend. 

Here are three funny stories around it: 

1. He told my mum, who wasn't in the city, that we were going to go see it. So just for fun she says 

"Oh Siddy you're going with out me? Even I wanted to see it"

He thinks for a minute and says " aree nene it's a very violent movie there is too much action you won't like it." 

Such a thoughtful fellow he is... he didn't want her to feel like she was going to miss out on a fun movie!!

2. We are in the movie theater finally, after building it up for like a week. The movie is fun but a little slow. Maybe a little too slow because in the last fifteen minutes, just before the big fight someone passed out!! 

Passed out... while watching a movie he couldn't stop talking about! This kid is hilarious!

3. For a week prior to the movie he would see this big billboard ad for spider man on the way to school and constantly talk about it. The day after the movie when we were headed to school and he saw the billboard and said 

"Why is this ad still here? I already saw the movie"

Yes because the guys put up the ad just for you and now that you're done they can totally pull it down!!!! 

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

The Picture Frame that went Whoosh!

For years now Aadi and I have believed, and experienced in a way, a spirit of some kind in our room in Jaipur.

Process that and lets move on...

Yes, something spooky something ghost like and yes we still sleep in that room. 

Over the years, they have done a few pujas in the room and even placed a picture of a God that helps keep the space, well, safe. 

So in our very cool Santorini inspired bedroom, there is a small picture frame of a God!! 

What kind of experiences you ask? 

Well, every time we come back here from bombay, the room has this very dense feel. Its not the typical, this room has been closed up for  a while kind of dense empty feeling. Because its never really closed up, and Granny always ensures she opens up the curtains and clears out and cleans up our space before we come. 

But some weird dense feeling exists. And once we move in, that feeling shifts to our bathroom. 

I remember initially, overtime I would enter the room and I would say out loud 

"We are here for a few days, can you please go away" and I would put on all the lights of the room. 

Days when I visit alone with Siddy, the nights he sleeps down are the worst for me. I keep the walk in closet light on, as it spills over into the bedroom a little and keep the tv on till very late, some nights the tv would end up staying on all night. 

This one night I remember, when Siddy was sleeping with me, I woke up bang in the middle of the night and felt something two inches from my face. The walk in light was on, but I jumped out of bed and put on one more light in the room, prayed and fell asleep. 

Going to the loo is tough at nights... I hate it. I literally run out of the bathroom and get into bed. 

I remember when I would wake up in the middle of the nights to feed Siddy, I couldn't put on any big lights, so I had my small night lamp on... It was already so spooky and suddenly in the middle of his feed, he would look up at the ceiling smile and wave. 


A new mom on very little sleep with full knowledge of there already being something weird in her room, now has her little baby smile and wave. 

Now over the years, I have kind of made peace with this feeling of something being there. We even joke about it and tell people about it but there is never any real fear towards it. Its there and we are there and its all ok. 


Two days ago Siddy and I are chilling in the room in the middle of the afternoon and he says

" What a silly picture na mumma ?" Pointing to the God's picture.

" Why Siddy?"

"How it moves on its on na?"

You know as I do, this boy of mine has a very active imagination. So I simply say 

" Siddy that picture isn't silly and it can't move on its own"

" But it does I saw"

"Saw what?"

"The other night, it just went whoosh to the side"

And I'll leave you with that and sixth sense. 

Sunday, 11 June 2017

The best compliment ever!

So we are off to Jaipur. All packed up and in our cab.

I worry because we have so many little stops, I have to pick up a jacket from my tailor, and most importantly I need to pick up the yummiest cake for the hubby's birthday. So basically its a super long drive from home to bandra to the international airport for our Jet flight. 

I sat in the front, since I'm trying to keep a little distance from the bumbling, and he sat at the back with the nanny.

Now all through the drive he had a million questions:

What is this, what is that, who made that building, what is that building..

Is it going to rain, is that cloud full of rain since its so black, how does it rain,

What is that thing on the building, what is an antenna, but I thought satellites were only up in space,

How come this aunty makes cakes from her house, doesn't she need to have a bakery shop, isn't it amazing then mumma that she makes them from home..

and each question to the best of my knowledge I kept answering. Simplifying things so that he gets it, giving him examples of things that he can relate to so that he understands. If I didn't know something, I would tell him honestly, baby I'm not sure, but I can check and let you know.

Once we picked up the cake and got back into the car, he tells the driver " please ab airport le lena bhaiya"

"Which airport would you like to go to sir"

"The international airport please"

"Sure Sir"

"Actually, we are going to jaipur bhaiyya, but this jet flight that we take is the only one that goes from the international airport"

"Oh ok Sir"

Yup! Thats the conversation, in good english on both their parts, between the driver and siddy!

When we reached the airport, the driver, Shoeb, asked me how old Siddy was.

"He's Four"

"What great questions he asks at four ma'am. He's a very smart child"

"Thank you! yes, he's a very curious kid"

"He is because of you ma'am. you answer his questions so patiently without getting irritated at all. Thats why he is happy to ask more and more questions. I see some mothers who ask the child the stop asking them questions because they don't want to answer them and they get annoyed with child. I feel the children will one day then just stop asking questions which is just not good."

"Thank you"

My cheeks are red blushing now.... to be complimented on being a good parent- nothing can match that. Not how good you look, how smart you are, how well you run your business.

To be told you are raising a good, intelligent kid who doesn't fear asking questions- nothing can beat that. Its the best compliment ever!

I thank Shoeb and give him a five star rating, not just for the compliment but also for being so patient with us and my many little stops!

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Playground Problems!

So today was that day I always knew would come.

The day the big kids would gather around me to tell me that little Siddy was too small to play with them. 

Luckily no one used the word Kaccha Nimbu! Ok my nasty mum did... but the kids didn't... 

That word has some pretty scarring memories for me.... I was the queen of being a kaccha nimbu... last one to be picked, first one to be made out. Of course to be honest, I'm awful at most outdoorsy things, you throw a ball at me and I will not catch it. I just won't. I don't care if I have lost the last point of your silly game and made you loose a "really close" match.. I don't catch. Period. And I don't run, don't bat, don't cycle. But thats doesn't mean I feel less bad about not being involved. 

Anyhoo......... Back to today. 

I drove back from the gym and as soon as I parked, around 6 kids came up to me "Aunty Aunty" 

cringe cringe. 


"Aunty siddy is too small and he runs too slow so he can't play with us."

Just then I see this super tiny super adorable little face, heartbroken, coming towards me. 

" Aunty when its his den he is too slow to catch us and when its our den he's too easy to catch" 

"And he's telling us we have no choice but to play with him" (Got to give it to my kid for that!!!)

So I say " How about you'll let it be his den for a minute, if he hasn't caught anyone you'll make it someone else's den. And if its someone else's den, don't catch him... just let him run around with you'll"

Long faces... except one! The one that matters most to me. 

So I come up feeling rather proud of myself.. only to be followed by my little one looking really upset.

"I'm so angry mumma" 

And my heart just crushes. 

"They can't not play with me na mumma. It's not fair"

I give him a super big hug and explain to him that this always happens, the younger kids always get kind of pushed around by the older ones, and when those younger ones grow up they think its ok to do that to other younger kids. 

He's still upset so I tell him we'll do something fun today and to not feel bad. 

So he goes off for his shower and I... I start getting upset. My little boy... my baby... his heart is broken, crushed.... how could they say no? 

They could easily have done this: when its his den after a minute someone purposely get out and when its someone else's den they could pretend to catch him but not for a few turns...I mean they could have done so many things to involve him.

But boys.. they really are kinda insensitive... and I don't mean it in a bad way. Its just the same principle of how your husband will not think twice to say " ya your arms do look a little big" when you ask him if you have got fat. He doesn't mean to be mean, he's just giving an honest opinion. 

Yes Siddy is tiny and he doesn't run as fast as the bigger kids. Its a fact. 

But what you gonna do?

What I did do was get some ice cream... gave him a bunch of fun sprinkles to toss over it and played his favourite music and watched him dance!!!

Now I have to admit, when I asked him if I should call this other boy from the building, a two year old, he suddenly went " No mumma, he's too small. He can't play my games" 

Ah a learning moment!!

"See baby... how you feel a boy younger than you may not be able to play your games, boys older than you think that about you. So maybe you give the younger boys a chance and hopefully the older boys will give you on too"

Thursday, 1 June 2017

His First Joke

About a year ago, we were all sitting at the table.... eating dinner and chatting when he put his hand up and said

" wait I want to tell you all something" (yes he's three)

So we quiet down and look at him,

" I na, was singing tunga tunga to amaira and amaira found it funny so she started laughing only..... ( and he starts laughing his infectious laugh), wasn't that a funny joke mumma?!"

ha ha ha!!! I didn't have the heart to tell him it was a funny anecdote because he really wanted it to be his first joke!

ok so you might not totally get this... google tunga tunga... its a punjabi song... and siddy's current favourite.... it brings out the inner sikh in him....

and the fact that we laugh when he sings it... (because can you imagine him singing "tunga tunga da saund karda"?!!!) he realised it was something funny so he either made up this story or maybe it really happened .... but the fact that he wanted to tell it to us like he was telling us a joke was just hilarious!!!

Little Stories-3

Story One:

We are walking down our lane looking for an auto, when I see siddy looking up at he sky and smiling!

Why are you smiling? 

I'm smiling at the sun...

(Confused) why? 

So the sun makes me strong mumma, and because he can't talk I can't say thank you to him and he can't say welcome.. so I'm just smiling at him! 

Story Two:

We were in the states just done with Disney land... and even though he never asked for any toy or gift despite coming into a toy store after every single ride.. I was just fed up with gift shops. 

This one afternoon towards the end of the trip, we were at the national history museum in New York and while the guys were buying tickets, a friend of mine, him and I were walking around when we spotted a gift shop and she said come lets take a stroll. 

Before entering I said to him ' we are just going to walk around... no shopping' and he goes ok mumma.

We go in and walk around , and at one point my friend calls him excitedly ' siddy come see this' 

While walking towards her he says ' I can come and see it..but I can't buy it ok' 


I've never seen more shocked looking people! 

Story Three:

We've put siddy in capoeira classes! 

We tried gymnastics and capoeira and he really enjoyed the capoeira...

And he's a blast to watch in class... at home we are, well like every new parent have been, very particular about him jumping from too high, tumbling rolling and everything and anything that can lead to him getting hurt (yes yes we are over protective parents- another day another story) 

So anyway, at this class he's allowed to do it all and he's loving it! 

Now because it's the summer holidays, a lot of times there are just 2-3 kids in class..

Yesterday it was just him and this other girl, who was annoyingly uninterested in the class. So at the end, when the little girl had left ten minutes before class ended, the coach decided to teach siddy the capoeira song. 

It was fun watching him sing along! 

At one point he goes, now I'll sing you a song 

So the coach says "sure" 

But you have to guess it 


It starts the with letter k ( he made the sound ka) 

Hmmmmmm... I don't know can you help me? 

No you guess. 

After attempting a few names " can you please tell me the song?" 

Ok I'll tell you in your ears ( and then he says quite loudly) it starts with an L 

By now I'm ready to pack him off and rescue his poor coach. 

Finally the coach remembers he liked Coldplay and guessed Coldplay and siddy was like ya ya  correct ka for cold play! 

Anyway so now he must sing the song. 

The night has started and it's Friday night and the party is just beginning....

And something something along these nights of a Friday night party!!!! 

 I just wanted to vanish into thin air!!!! 

Loose that tummy!!!

Ok so yes.. maybe I do need to loose some weight.. especially around that belly!

So for that I have recently joined a gym... much much against my choice.. but then I realised I don't have any choice left.. my little  one is no more little, he's 4.. which means for 4 years I have taken it too lightly...

After joining of course there have been lots of talks at home between hubby and me about workouts and food and things to do to loose that tummy... not realising big ears is listening in...

The not so funny, funny incident happened a few days ago when I went to drop him off to school.. I was dressed for the gym as the plan was to drop him and go directly there.

Now the new routine is we take him a little early and while the kids play us moms and dads chat till the bell rings.

So this is what we were doing that day... chatting about our over smart kids.. when the bell rang. Our kids came to us for a hug and a kiss.. and when I said by to siddy he goes

"Bye mumma... now go to the gym and loose that tunmy"



Wednesday, 15 March 2017

His 'Office Friends'!!!

I grew up watching this hilarious movie called Drop Dead Fred... have you seen it? Its about a little girl who has an imaginary friend... and he's quite a nutcase.... makes her make a mess and behave badly.. and then he comes back to her once she's grown up too.. and continues to do that... while helping her fight her rather annoying mother (hmmmmmm!!!!)

So I used to love this movie and had some imaginary friends of my own... To be honest though I don't remember any names or anything about them...

I wish I did... So instead I shall put down all of my little bumbling's imaginary friend's names and everything about them... so that one day when he thinks back about them (maybe when his own kid has them!!!) I will be able to show him this!

So his best friends are Pete and Joe. Yes we have firang friends... I don't know why but we do!

And they are his office friends.

One day a few months ago I asked him to do something and he says " I can't mumma I have to go to office"

"ok... where is office?"

"Right here" and he walks to the kitchen door, where he has placed a little chair and has a book in hand that is his laptop!

"oh wow siddy... thats a really cool office. what do you do there?"

"very important work mumma with my office friends"

and then he goes on to introduce me to Pete and Joe.

Subsequently I have been shushed while he is on the phone with his office friend talking about some very important work thing and taken to office to work with him several times!

If a school friend asks him to meet him some evening he will say "not today today I have to go to office!!!"

The friend list also has increased... there is now Junelle, Grint, Zhint Glash Kosh Sonair, Fuddy and Phunit!!!

And they go to office and play basketball and football and the sports!! One day when I was taken to office I was shown round the sports area and told I could play whatever I wanted here while he went back to office to work!!

He even describes them to me...This description below is as I write this blog and I asked him to describe them to me!

There is one dot on pete's cheek and one straight nose and he's really tall.
Joe is only 10.. long eyes and long nose and long everything.
Junelle is same like Joe but with longer ears and feet!!!

The cutest thing is that right now he's telling me to store all of this (what I'm writing) on his computer and that he will write all the descriptions and will then send it to me!!!

Somedays he will just copy what I'm saying right... so he'll say " mumma I'll just copy this mail and send it to Pete and then I'll just make this drawing on this photo shop thing and make a DIY thing and send it to my office guys"

Oh my god!!!

what amazes me is the imagination he has with these stories... The other day someone on our building chat mentioned that there was a monkey in our area... so I told him and he was very excited about it.

Not seeing the monkey anywhere, he got bored and went to brush his teeth... as soon as he came out he told me very seriously "Mumma Pete just told me that he heard this sound (made a funny sound) and that there is a vulture in our forest"

"really Siddy?"

"Ya Pete just called me and told me. For real, the vulture is there deep inside the forest on the trees!"

So now any story that he really wants me to think is a 'real' story.. will always have Pete or Joe as a part of it and he will say " in real Mumma, Pete said that"or "For real Mumma Joe did that"

Siddy and his 'office friends' stories are something I will cherish forever and ever... long after he has not just forgotten but will also deny outright!!

Sunday, 12 March 2017

The Hairband Inspector!

A four year old always tells the truth... remember that the next time you are doing something in front of your four year old!!

The other day bumling's little friend Niki left her hairband at home when she had come to play.
He found it and gave it to me... I said " Oh great. we'll return it tomorrow"

At this point I was working and had my hair falling on my eyes a lot. because obviously every tic toc clip I owned had disappeared.... I mean what is with that??

So anyways, I decide to use the hairband while I'm working.

When suddenly the hairband inspector comes to me very angrily, "That's Niki's hairband mumma"

"Ya so i'm just borrowing it" little guilt feeling is there.

"No you will break it"

"Arre, how big do you think my head is?"

"Very big"


Not that this was the end of it.

The next day in the auto ride home with Niki and her mum... he reminds me to give back the hairband which I luckily have in my bag.

While I give it to her he says" Latha Aunty, do you know my mumma wore Niki's hairband yesterday while she was working"

Oh my god... I nearly wished I could just fall out of that auto... because the little girl just looked at me in this really confused look... because normally she would have been quite ticked off i'm sure... but I'm lucky she actually is very fond of me... So she didn't really know what to say!!!

"Thanks Siddy.... thanks for being so honest!!"

I think... maybe... actually no!!!

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

I don't trust you Mumma...

So we're flying off to jaipur... all excited for the nice long weekend...

On flight Aadi and I decide to share a sandwich... and siddy asks for a popcorn...

The pretty airhostess happily hands over this fancy shmancy gourmet popcorn tub to him...!

They're good... tasty and all but it's a little weird that every popcorn is the exact same round shape as the other....

Anyway... So we're sharing it of course... I've given siddy the lid of the tub and keep refilling it with caramel and cheese popcorn and he's loving it!

After a while though I find the caramel too sweet so i decide to save some cheese for myself for the end...

Thats when mister asks me for more popcorn and I promptly say "Baby there is only caramel left... the cheese is over"

I mean hello,  he's a kid, he's got to love the sweet caramel one more right?


"No but I want cheese mumma"

By now Aadi is laughing...

Siddy obviously knows something is up..

Me I can't stop the lies now "Arre but its over then what can i do... here take some caramel" I tell him while generously giving him some ten popcorns...



"Show me the tub mumma"

Oh my god!! what a four year old I have... has absolutely no trust in his own mother....

by now of course I have burst out laughing because anyone who knows me knows I suck at lying!!!

Siddy of course is trying to get to the tub to check by now!!!


Aadi saves the day by saying

 "Wait Siddy let me check I'm sure there are a few" and he pulls out two for him... and hands me one!!!


Never lying to this kid again!!

Friday, 6 January 2017

New Years Resolutions of a Three year 10 month Old!!

Siddy doesn't even understand what a month is...I mean the kid has no concept of time really yet... so new year night for him was just another party! And what a party he had....! He had all his building friends around and his best friend Nikki around... and I think his favourite part of the night was when we cracked open the confetti crackers!!! the little cutie kept collecting the confetti and throwing it on his friends!!! 

He's totally my kid!! 

Anyhow, this night got me thinking if he did know about new years and new year resolutions, and he could make some,  would these make the cut? 

1. Learn to eat on my own without making a massive mess!!
2. Learn to pee and poop and clean up on my own 
3. Shower on my own 
4. Loose my fear of the slide at the park. 
5. Convince my mum to take me outdoor more! 
6. Do some activity sheets at home everyday instead of sitting on the iPad. 
7. Learn to tie my shoelaces this year!
8. Play more and more and more 
9. Spend more time with hansie! 
10. Bug my mum a whole lot less!!! 

I would totally approve of a list like this!!