tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29610420245441906922024-03-13T08:37:34.776-07:00LittleAadiAliOur little story about our little baby!
A perfect mix of the two of us... A little of aadi and a little of Ali...
Little-aadi-Ali!!!alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179766331423472290noreply@blogger.comBlogger316125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-29491806859139056432019-01-07T03:49:00.000-08:002019-01-07T03:49:06.438-08:00Little Stories -7<div style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-size-adjust: auto;">
Little Story One:</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So this teeny tiny little fella has become quite a smart alec... In fact my new name for him is - the negotiator!</span></div>
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There was a time I loved telling him stories before he went to sleep, but now thats become Aadi's department... mostly because I found myself falling asleep telling the stories!!!</div>
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No not because they were boring stories... just because ... well whatever!</div>
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Point being one night Aadi wasn't around and I was putting him to sleep... So I tried to be clever and told him </div>
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"Baby I'm really tired today can we just do cuddly cuddly and go to sleep?" (this is also because man I love cuddling this thingling)</div>
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"No mumma tell me a story"</div>
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"Arree baba I'm really tired ya... I only have the energy to do cuddly cuddly"</div>
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He thinks for a bit and says </div>
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"Mumma why don't you use your cuddly cuddly energy to tell me a story instead?!!!!"<br />
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Ok then!</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Little Story Two:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So we were watching the Graham Norton show a few weeks ago and Miley Cyrus and Mark Ronson performed their new song. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s called “Nothing breaks like a heart” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So she’s sitting on top of a car and he’s strumming his guitar below while Siddy and I watch them... when Siddy asks:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“What’s the name of this song mumma?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />“Nothing breaks like a heart baby” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Silence and then in a minute or two</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /> “Ya that’s true” he says very matter of factly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />“What’s true?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />“Nothing breaks like a heart” he shrugs and says.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Now silence on my part! Assuming he’s confused I say </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />“But when a glass glass breaks it can break na?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ya mumma but a heart is magical. When it breaks it turns into dust... not like regular things like a chair which just breaks. </span></div>
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Now its just silence on my part because oh my god... my little baby... he already knows the heart is magical... damn any girl who comes close to his sweet sweet heart.... Imma gonna kill you!</div>
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alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-16003726819252448952019-01-02T09:01:00.000-08:002019-01-02T09:01:14.513-08:00Happy New Year!Happy New Year!!!<br />
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Looks like I'm starting off this New Year being quite true to myself.<br />
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A lost soul!!<br />
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Why, you ask?<br />
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Well, let's see for the New Year we decided to go off to Lonavala to spend it with my mum, brother, sister in law their munchkin and some friends. We decide to go on the 30th to avoid the traffic of the 31st and come back on the 2nd to avoid the traffic of the 1st.<br />
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Sounds all good and right and simple till now?<br />
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It is... till we got home!<br />
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See we had a great long long weekend... lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of dancing with the kids and the beautiful freezing cold weather...<br />
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I come back on the 2nd afternoon and happily message on the school moms chat:<br />
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"So guys... school tomorrow huh?"!<br />
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After a few seconds my phone pings and I read:<br />
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"You're kidding right? School started today!"<br />
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I don't respond because I'm waiting for someone to say "Haha just kidding"<br />
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Instead I get a lot of laughing and lols!<br />
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And I went straight back to my school days in my head... when I had no clue what was going on. I was that kid who almost always forgot her homework, her school books.. my hair was always a mess and I almost always wore the wrong shoes to school!<br />
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I say almost always but to be honest it was ALWAYS!!<br />
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See I was a lost kid in school and looks like I've grown up into a pretty lost mommy!!<br />
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I don't mind it much.... and funnily all the mums were so sweet they were like " I was thinking only of calling you and reminding you!!" to "wow how are you so bindass to actually forget when school starts"<br />
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Just like when I was in school and I had friends who would always have my back... the same way these mums did... I had friends who would always remind me of things who would tell me to pin my hair when teachers passed me by... it was awesome... my school friends were easily the best part of my school...<br />
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And like they made my school memories great... looks like I'm making Siddy's school memories great... because when I told him - that kid laughed at me for like a full 5 mins!!!<br />
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In case you didn't figure - I forgot the bumling's school started on the 2nd!!<br />
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Heres to 2019!!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-18428638308845194672018-07-22T20:40:00.000-07:002018-07-22T20:40:06.580-07:00Man I made this!!!!I'm pretty sure this happens to all mums at some point or another.<br />
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When your kid is sitting next to you or lying down next to you, sleeping even, and you're enjoying this really nice quiet (rare) moment and you look at your kid and think "Man, I made this"<br />
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I had this little thing in my tummy a few years ago. His teeny tiny little fingers and toes grew in my tummy. I used to talk to him while he was there... and he would respond with little kicks and punches. And I would feel him move and roll over in there. He was actually a part of my body once.<br />
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And now here he is, with this soft soft cheeks, strawberry like pout, eyelashes so long and beautiful.<br />
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And you look at every little part of his face, every dot every scratch every pore on his skin amazed.<br />
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You study every tiny detail of your baby because you realize he wont be this little baby anymore.<br />
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And then your mind will start wandering to his future.<br />
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What kind of person will he be? Will be sweet and kind? Will he be a bully? You hope not, you promise yourself you will teach him better.<br />
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What kind of friends will he make? Will he try drugs at some point (of course he will but hopefully not to soon and also hopefully in a controlled environment... because yes, you can plan these things!) Will he sneak out of his the house to meet them? Will he race cars with these friends (will you ever sleep peacefully again?!!)? Will he travel with them and have great adventures?<br />
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What will his first heartbreak be like?Will he come to you to talk about it? Will he put his head in your lap while he cries because you still comfort him? Will you like his girlfriend? haha... no way already know the answer to that.<br />
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What will he study? Will he be more studious than you? Will he be creative? Will you have to fight him to get some kind of degree before he goes off starting bands and playing in clubs? Will you'll have fights over this? Will you'll have fights over his phone bills that you will refuse to pay after he's 20? (18?!!!)<br />
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Will he be a typical teenager? Or will he continue to be the sweet kid he is today?<br />
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And somedays I think the worst. I think what if these normal everyday things aren't the only thing he experiences?<br />
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What if he has to see a war? What if the world goes south and things get bad? I see the world as it is today and it freaks me out so much. I wonder what kind of a future we will be bringing him up in.<br />
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I look at his soft cheeks and peaceful eyes, I look at his little hands in my hands... and I wonder... what will his life be like?<br />
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And I know one thing for sure.... I will do anything it takes to keep him protected and smiling!<br />
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Because be it today tomorrow or 20 years down... he will always and forever be this soft sweet adorable baby of mine.<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-7531342502902568832018-07-18T00:45:00.000-07:002018-07-18T00:45:12.756-07:00Little Stories-6<br />
For anyone who has watched Masha and the Bear- you and I can only be friends if you believe, like I do, that Masha is the naughtiest (in not a cute way) kid in the cartoon world.<br />
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From the very first day Siddy put on an episode on youtube I hated her. Her absolute stubbornness, the way she bugs that poor bear... everything! But the kids just love her... In fact Siddy and my nephew watch it and all we can hear is them laughing and laughing away.<br />
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So recently when my nephew started behaving extremely naughty, I actually very seriously asked my sister in law to get him to stop watching the series.<br />
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And I kid you not, I see a massive change in the kid!<br />
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However since little bumling isn't so little anymore and listens to and understands every single conversation Aadi and I have this little incident happened:<br />
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We are sitting for lunch and Siddy says "Oh mumma let me watch Masha and the bear no"<br />
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And I say "NO. She's a very naughty girl who does very silly things"<br />
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"But Papa likes her. you like her na Papa?"<br />
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Both of us now looking at poor Papa.<br />
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"Papa" me in my don't you dare voice"<br />
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"Ya actually Siddy, she really is quite naughty"<br />
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"See baby, I told you na she's very naughty. Even Papa thinks so"<br />
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"No, he liked her but you did some chattar pattar with him and thats why he's saying all this."<br />
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Chattar patter... did this cheeky fellow just imply that I worked at changing his Dad's mind??<br />
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I mean he isn't wrong but hello!<br />
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Little Story 2:<br />
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This is my all time favorite story!!<br />
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So have you gyts watched True on netflix? Its a very cute cartoon about a little princess called true who helps fix the world using three magical wishes!!<br />
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So one day while watching it I asked Siddy " baby if you had three magical wishes what would you wish for?"<br />
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He thinks for a bit and says " I don't need three mumma, I just need one. I wish I had my own didi" (nanny)<br />
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Okay then!!! We haven't had a nanny for a few months now... But I didn't realize this monkey was missing having one.<br />
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I also said "Baby... me too... even I have only one wish... Its to have a didi in the house but for me!!"<br />
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Ha ha ha!!! I guess our wishes are the same... except he wants one to play with him and I want one to keep me sane!!!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-8936375595822516542018-06-18T10:28:00.001-07:002018-06-18T10:28:22.531-07:00The time Siddy didn't miss me :(I think a big milestone in a kids life is to leave him with his grandparents during his summer vacations... alone.<br />
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And we just crossed that.<br />
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Siddy is 5. He eats on his own (as in he can, he just loves being fed) he can shower on his own, pick his own clothes and change, tie his shoe laces.... he's a BIG boy.<br />
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So we thought this is a good time to leave him in Jaipur. We went to drop him, stayed for a few days.<br />
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Two days before we were to leave we started telling him "Siddy mumma papa are going back to bombay and you'll be here with Dadu Dadi. Will you be ok?"<br />
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And each time he would happily say "yes!"<br />
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We were happy as we had to get back to bombay to settle into our new home.<br />
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The day we left we had an 8:00 flight and had to leave home at 6:00. This munchkin wakes me up at 5:00 and says " Mumma, please don't leave me and go. Please take me with you" all in his sleep of course!<br />
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*insert sound of my heart breaking*<br />
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From then till I got back to Bombay my heart just kept breaking. What was I doing? How could I just leave my little baby? What if he misses me like crazy and can't stay without me?<br />
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By the time I get to Bombay he's woken up and already having fun in Jaipur. And he continued to have fun for the next ten days.<br />
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While I, in the middle of setting up home, missed him insanely. Even if he did ever miss me, my sweet ma in law never told me... because she knew my heart was already breaking,<br />
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And the entire family took it up on themselves to make sure Siddy had the time of his life. Everyday it was about doing something fun! To the point where he would wake up in the morning asking what the plan for the day was!<br />
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We even spoke a couple of times... me with a plug in my heart to stop it from bleeding and him- well and him super distracted and desperately wanting to hang up.<br />
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Finally the day arrives when he is to come back. The Hubby has gone to Jaipur to bring his cute bum back to me... and all morning I'm sitting ... just going crazy. Really really crazy.... like watching old videos of him kind of crazy! Old like when he was a little new born baby kind of old!<br />
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And of course the flight is delayed. By almost three hours. Can you imagine those three hours for me. Pure torture. Because I had cleared up the whole day for him... finished all my work so that when he comes all I would do is hug him.<br />
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Finally finally finally they reach home. And this cutie walks in and walks around the house. Well its a new house... he's excited. He goes off to every room saying how much he loves it and how happy he is... all this while completely ignoring me.<br />
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When I eventually asked him for a hug... it was one of those half there but not really hugs and my heart just broke.<br />
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He hadn't missed me. Not one bit.<br />
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This chitkoo of a thing that could't spend a second without me... who would be stuck to me and sleep on me now didn't care.<br />
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I cried for two nights because for the next few days he acted like nothing had happened. I actually felt like one of those silly girls whose boyfriends have broken up with them but they still hang out and she can't handle this new "just friends" thing.<br />
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Stupid I know... but it really was how I felt. To the point that I complained to my best friend that he doesn't love me anymore.<br />
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That my son doesn't love me anymore... how insecure can someone be?!<br />
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I actually started doing less with him.. got his dad to take over things I would normally do.<br />
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Till two days later when I was watching tv and he just came and snuggled next to me.. No words no nothing... just sat there with his head on my arm, his legs on my knees and watched TV with me.<br />
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I swear I froze a bit to not break that moment!!<br />
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And thats it... we were in love again!<br />
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I honestly thought that this ignoring me bit would happen at 13... so was kinda shocked to see it at five...<br />
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But I guess maybe, that was his coping mechanism? Out of sight out of mind.<br />
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Of course since then we are back to our usual love hate relationship that Aadi always makes fun of... because literally one instant we are kissing and the next we are arguing...!<br />
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This is a fun interview I found online... random but fun!!<br />
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Q: What is something I am always saying to you?<br />
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Q: What does Mumma do for work?<br />
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<i>A: 15 (woohoo!!)</i><br />
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<i>A: Smelly socks with squished potatoes!!</i><br />
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Q: How old do you think Papa is?<br />
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<i>A: more... more than Papa!</i></div>
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Q: What word do you find funny?<br />
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Q: Would you prefer to make a home by the beach or in the mountains?<br />
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Q: How many children will you have when you grow up?<br />
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Q: When you grow up what car do you want to buy?<br />
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Post dinner one evening:<br />
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Aadi to me: You want ice cream with your mangoes?<br />
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Me: What the hell are mangoes without ice cream man?<br />
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Aadi to Siddy : Baby you want mangoes with you ice cream?<br />
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Siddy: No thank you Papa... I just want the mangoes. Fruits are good for you na?"<br />
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Also translate that to : you're just being a fatty mommy!<br />
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Sucker upper!<br />
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This baby is really getting big. And smart. Maybe over smart is the word I'm looking for!<br />
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So we are shifting homes soon and I really want to have this monkey out of my bedroom when we shift so I'm making grounds that in the new house he has to sleep with mum and not us.<br />
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A few nights ago he was being super clingy and wah wah!<br />
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I said: Siddy you have to start sleeping with Neneh now... in the new house you are not allowed in our room no matter what.<br />
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He thinks for a bit, curls his tiny little body into mine puts his baby hands on my cheeks and said: Ok Mumma but while we are in this house at least let me sleep with you.<br />
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We all know where he slept that night and every night since!!<br />
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<b>Little Story Three and Four: Warning these are heartbreaking!!!</b><br />
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So Aadi has been in Jaipur for work for a very long time this time. And while I love my little baby boy running around the house pretending to be an avenger or kicking the ball is just not my cup of tea (coffee) thats all Aadi... so obviously Siddy has been missing him like crazy!<br />
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Still a few days to go before Aadi returns and I catch Siddy pulling at his eyebrows.<br />
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Me: What are you doing?<br />
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Siddy: Pulling out my eyebrow so I can make a wish.<br />
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Me: ummmmm....You can't just go about plucking your eyebrows baby. And anyway you need an eyelash for a wish<br />
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As soon as I said that I realized he might try to pluck an eyelash... but instead he just looked super sad.<br />
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Me: What happened baby? What did you want to wish for?<br />
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Siddy: It doesn't matter Mumma because my wishes never come true. I wish and I wish that Papa comes back soon but he doesn't come back.<br />
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**insert sound of my heart breaking**<br />
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So as much as I love my little boy, running around the house pretending to be an avenger or playing foot ball are not things I can do with him... Thats all on Aadi. I'm more of a lets draw or do fun experiments in the kitchen kind of person... which also he loves but not as much as the running around.<br />
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So of course he has missed Aadi like crazy these last ten days and every morning he has without fail, asked me "Is Papa coming home today?"<br />
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Finally the day arrives before the day Aadi is to come and I happily tell him : Siddy Papa is coming tomorrow!<br />
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After much jumping and dancing he says : Will he be here before I wake up?"<br />
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Now every morning he's been sleeping in till 10:00 and Aadi said he would be home by 11:00 so I said: No, but he will reach home when you are having breakfast<br />
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Looking very upset he says : Noooooo I want him to be here before I wake up. I wont leave the bedroom till he comes home.<br />
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Ok crazy kid I thought but said : Lets see baby. And the main thing is that he is coming home right?<br />
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Silence!<br />
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Cut to yesterday morning. I wake up at 8:30 and from then on all I can think is "Aadi please come as soon as possible" And I am constantly checking on this monkey sleeping.<br />
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9:00 No Aadi but a sleeping Siddy.<br />
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10:00 No Aadi but a sleeping Siddy.<br />
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11:00 No Aadi but a sleeping Siddy. But now i'm worried... because anytime now I know Siddy will wake up and there ill be no Aadi. Whom I have been chatting with and he is on his way.<br />
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Finally at 11:18 ish I hear Aadi enter the building chatting away on his phone, we're on the first floor you can hear everything!!<br />
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So I run to the main door, open up and shout out to Aadi to hurry up. Poor guy must have thought something happened... and it had... Siddy had <i>actually </i>slept thru till he came home and I didn't want the magic of that to go for the last few minutes.<br />
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Happy ending to this was to watch Siddy open his eyes while Aadi hugged and kissed him awake!!! It was the best sight ever!!!<br />
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This little boy of mine... I've had him in my life for five years!! Five freaking awesome years!!!<br />
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Seriously where did this time go?<br />
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I've been reading all of my old blogposts around his birthdays in the last five years and they are making me so nostalgic... I'm so glad I documented as much as I could of this experience!<br />
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To read stories about how he started talking, how he started running, how he started showing affection. Reading about his anti water phase, his terrible twos, his phase when he would repeat anything and everything I said!<br />
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Stories about his first day with diapers, about his favorite toys, posts where I have literally measured his arms and legs and compared them to his dad's!! Stories about his little soft kisses and his attention seeking antics... stories about his first day of school, first day in a park, first real meal, first taste of chocolate!<br />
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My posts where I give my two bit advise on parenting and mother hood, show me today how I dealt with it all.. dealt with this teeny tiny little baby... who was everything to me and to whom I was everything!<br />
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At five I go from thinking he hardly needs me to him still being a baby!<br />
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I mean I do feel he needs me less. He does so much on his own... but not just in terms of needing me to do stuff for him, I just think he's simply grown up now. He's a big big boy. He can brush off a fall, he can run off to the loo, he can walk into a room and make friends!<br />
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But despite that there are those few, now rare moments, when he still does need me. When he suddenly looks like a baby and he comes and he curls up into my lap, barely fitting, his super soft cheeks resting on mine... and I feel like if I can just hold on to this baby a little longer ... just pause this moment a little longer... just freeze this baby and me together!!!<br />
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Because really, he's soon going to become a big boy... and I'm going to miss him and his teeny tiny self so very much!<br />
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Its his birthday tomorrow and I've just found pictures from his last four birthdays... and you can just see him grow in them... and I loved it!<br />
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My favorite thing about him - That he would repeat everything I said.. in his adorable baby way!</div>
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So the other day it was one of his friend's birthday and we were discussing what to get as a present.<br />
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I love asking him for his opinion because they are always fun!<br />
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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!<br />
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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!<br />
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The hammer never left his hand!!!<br />
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He's had two sets since and still plays with them.<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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At first he goes " Ya thats great get him a tool set, he will love it"<br />
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"Ok cool, I'll get him the same one we got for Hans"<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"Its too fancy"<br />
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"Arre but thats the good part na, it has that cool hardhat and the goggles and all"<br />
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"Ya but thats why only. Its too fancy. And I don't want anyone to have a tool set more fancy than mine!!!"<br />
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Where did my good little boy go? And who is this naughty and borderline mean boy come from?!!!<br />
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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!<br />
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But not before we got ready for it.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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And finally he took his pliers to help the cow.<br />
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" I can use these pliers to cut the cow mumma"<br />
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"ummmm..... you obviously mean to cut the branches around the cow"<br />
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Takes a second to understand what I said "ha ha ha yes yes mumma to cut the branches!!"<br />
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Grateful my kid isn't some kind of psycho we head out. Mr Fix It and I.<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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After two minutes of being all "I'm going to go save the cow" the mooing had him running off home.<br />
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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.<br />
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And sure enough in a bit he came back shouting for me to come down.<br />
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"The ambulance has come mumma come soon" and he runs off.<br />
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So I leave my twice heated already coffee and run after him.<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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The entire area was fed up with them it seems... and were out with big posters and a mike to shout out slogans.<br />
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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<i> tabela hatao</i> he was the only one saying <i>tabela bachao</i>!!!!!<br />
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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!!!<br />
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So well, our first animal rescue mission and protest march and we are only 4 and a half years old!!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-55351230865009695562017-10-29T10:58:00.000-07:002017-10-29T10:58:00.213-07:00Carrying that Sleeping Baby!The best thing I think about being a kid?<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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?"<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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. </div>
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"Its from a musical baby.. where all the people are singing and dancing"</div>
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And he stared tripping on them... the dancing the colors the entire awesomeness of it! He's my kid after all! </div>
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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. </div>
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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! </div>
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So this smarty looks at me and goes "what happened mumma?"</div>
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"nothing baby this song just breaks my heart"</div>
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"Oh mumma you're such a silly girl crying at this!!!!</div>
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hmmmmmmmm.... and you're such a silly boy for not! Know just the kind of boyfriend he's going to be!!</div>
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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. </div>
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The two boys have had a blast at these birthdays, lots of cake lots of masti and of course amazing favors! </div>
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None of us knew how to react to him!!!!! So cutely innocent they are man!</div>
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Also i'm dreading the day this conversation holds a lot more meaning... like at 15!!!!</div>
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Since the little bumling bugs me so often, I run out of things to threaten him with. </div>
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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......... "</div>
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Oftentimes very cheekily he will finish that sentence for me " Take my Ipad? Hide my superheroes? Not let me go down to play?!!!!!!!</div>
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"What will Niki think mumma? That I don't have more shorts? That I'm wearing the same one again and again?"</div>
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alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-20426858788672029772017-09-16T05:24:00.000-07:002017-09-16T05:30:12.855-07:00Over 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!!<br />
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And I was secretly (well not so secretly even) giggling and thanking my stars I wouldn't have to do it!<br />
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Cut to last night, when Siddy is still four. And we got into a fight.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I have a temper, and what can I say... so does he!<br />
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"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"<br />
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Now we start fighting about the fact that he doesn't want to sleep, but I swear he's super sleepy.<br />
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"I just cant take it anymore Siddy" I say really genuinely frustrated.<br />
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"Fine then lets just forget this fight now mumma.. lets just drop it now"<br />
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Hmmm? Did a four year old just tell me to forget a fight? To drop it now?<br />
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"Fine then, lets just drop it then" I say and take him to bed.<br />
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Oh God!!!<br />
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Bloody over smart smart ass!!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-65107180124184072642017-08-28T03:47:00.003-07:002017-08-28T03:47:56.755-07:00I 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.<br />
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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!<br />
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All in all, our 'playing' together has pretty much reduced.<br />
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Its sad but its true.<br />
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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!<br />
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Anyhow, this weekend I have redeemed myself. I have found a way to be initiated into his avengers team!<br />
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Yup! I am now an Avenger!<br />
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And what you may ask is my super power. Me, Super-lazy-I-don't-ever-want-to-get-up me...<br />
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My power is that I am Supermom!!<br />
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And my job is to call other superhero or super villain's mums to complain about them!!!!!!!<br />
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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!!<br />
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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!!!!<br />
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And I have to make these calls right there in front of him!!!<br />
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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!<br />
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What more can a Super Mom ask for!!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-51605748693923636632017-07-26T13:25:00.000-07:002017-07-26T13:25:05.282-07:00Today I crushed my little one's Heart :(So today I crushed my little one's heart.<br />
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His actual words were " Im disappointed with what you just told me"<br />
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But lets back up a little so you get the whole story before you send me hate mail!<br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
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"If you're going to shout at me I wont eat" "If you don't give me the I pad I wont eat"<br />
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Yup... he actually gives us lip- this four year old three foot nothing.<br />
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And this situation is for everything- taking a bath, putting his toys away, changing his clothes even going down to play on somedays.<br />
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He's just become super stubborn. No this isn't me building up my excuse for 'disappointing' my kid.. its the truth!<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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And thats what happened today.<br />
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He, in one of his moments, hit his nanny.<br />
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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,<br />
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Till he did it again. To me.<br />
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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.<br />
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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"<br />
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Thats it I lost it. I packed up my stuff for the night and took him into the bedroom.<br />
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He totally knew he had done something very wrong.<br />
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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.<br />
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"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"<br />
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He's sitting in my lap listening to me through his tears.<br />
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And I don't know what got into me and I said:<br />
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"You know right that Santa doesn't give presents to children who hit?"<br />
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The tears stopped.<br />
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"Santa wont give me a present?"<br />
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"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?"<br />
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"How will he know?"<br />
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"Magic. His magical little elves are all over the world watching children and they write in their little books if a baby is naughty"<br />
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"Why cant we see them?"<br />
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"They are invisible baby"<br />
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Quiet.<br />
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"So you wont hit anybody now baby?"<br />
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"No mumma" (the quietest voice in the world)<br />
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"Are we friends now?"<br />
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"Yes mumma"<br />
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So I kiss him and push off to get the beds ready to sleep.<br />
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Except I see him, and he's looking really really low and he's walking out the door.<br />
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"Where are you going baby?"<br />
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And thats when he said it<br />
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"Why baby? What did I say"<br />
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"That Santa wont give me presents"<br />
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Damn. My heart just crushed and broke into a bazillion pieces.<br />
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I picked him and hugged him and kissed him.<br />
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"Of course he will give you presents baby, because I know you're going to be such a good boy"<br />
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"But what if the elves don't think so?"<br />
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By now I was feeling really bad that I said what I had said<br />
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"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"<br />
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His tears stopped and he smiled a very tiny smile.<br />
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"I don't know yet what I want mumma, but I'll think and tell you"<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Finally after it all he gave me a big hug and we read a book together and I kissed him to sleep.<br />
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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!<br />
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So Santa, are you listening, we owe this kid an awesome present!!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-80071539770815445102017-07-12T20:48:00.001-07:002017-07-12T20:53:24.112-07:00The Spidey Stories<div style="font-family: HelveticaNeue; font-size: 12px;">
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But I think kids just love him... something about a kid superhero who can climb up walls and shoot sticky webs from his wrist!!</div>
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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! </div>
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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!! </div>
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alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-38896335585291063222017-06-21T05:29:00.001-07:002017-06-21T05:35:35.899-07:00The 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.<br />
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Yes, something spooky something ghost like and yes we still sleep in that room. </div>
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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. </div>
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So in our very cool Santorini inspired bedroom, there is a small picture frame of a God!! </div>
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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. </div>
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I remember initially, overtime I would enter the room and I would say out loud </div>
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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. </div>
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Two days ago Siddy and I are chilling in the room in the middle of the afternoon and he says</div>
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" Why Siddy?"</div>
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"How it moves on its on na?"</div>
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"Saw what?"</div>
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So we are off to Jaipur. All packed up and in our cab.<br />
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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. </div>
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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.<br />
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Now all through the drive he had a million questions:<br />
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What is this, what is that, who made that building, what is that building..<br />
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Is it going to rain, is that cloud full of rain since its so black, how does it rain,<br />
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What is that thing on the building, what is an antenna, but I thought satellites were only up in space,<br />
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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..<br />
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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.<br />
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Once we picked up the cake and got back into the car, he tells the driver " please ab airport le lena bhaiya"<br />
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"Which airport would you like to go to sir"<br />
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"The international airport please"<br />
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"Actually, we are going to jaipur bhaiyya, but this jet flight that we take is the only one that goes from the international airport"<br />
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"Oh ok Sir"<br />
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Yup! Thats the conversation, in good english on both their parts, between the driver and siddy!<br />
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When we reached the airport, the driver, Shoeb, asked me how old Siddy was.<br />
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"He's Four"<br />
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"What great questions he asks at four ma'am. He's a very smart child"<br />
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"Thank you! yes, he's a very curious kid"<br />
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"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."<br />
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"Thank you"<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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!<br />
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The day the big kids would gather around me to tell me that little Siddy was too small to play with them. </div>
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Luckily no one used the word Kaccha Nimbu! Ok my nasty mum did... but the kids didn't... </div>
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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. </div>
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I drove back from the gym and as soon as I parked, around 6 kids came up to me "Aunty Aunty" </div>
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"yes?" </div>
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"Aunty siddy is too small and he runs too slow so he can't play with us."</div>
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Just then I see this super tiny super adorable little face, heartbroken, coming towards me. </div>
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" Aunty when its his den he is too slow to catch us and when its our den he's too easy to catch" </div>
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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"</div>
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"I'm so angry mumma" </div>
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And my heart just crushes. </div>
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"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"</div>
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alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-54221536852418930522017-06-01T22:02:00.000-07:002017-06-11T02:26:40.071-07:00His First JokeAbout a year ago, we were all sitting at the table.... eating dinner and chatting when he put his hand up and said<br />
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" 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?!"<br />
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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!<br />
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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....<br />
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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!!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-13186101052829918912017-06-01T21:40:00.004-07:002017-06-01T21:43:58.650-07:00Little Stories-3<div style="color: #454545; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px;">
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We are walking down our lane looking for an auto, when I see siddy looking up at he sky and smiling!</div>
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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! </div>
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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. </div>
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We go in and walk around , and at one point my friend calls him excitedly ' siddy come see this' </div>
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While walking towards her he says ' I can come and see it..but I can't buy it ok' </div>
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We've put siddy in capoeira classes! </div>
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We tried gymnastics and capoeira and he really enjoyed the capoeira...</div>
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It was fun watching him sing along! </div>
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At one point he goes, now I'll sing you a song </div>
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So the coach says "sure" </div>
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It starts the with letter k ( he made the sound ka) </div>
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After attempting a few names " can you please tell me the song?" </div>
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Ok I'll tell you in your ears ( and then he says quite loudly) it starts with an L </div>
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By now I'm ready to pack him off and rescue his poor coach. </div>
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Finally the coach remembers he liked Coldplay and guessed Coldplay and siddy was like ya ya correct ka for cold play! </div>
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The night has started and it's Friday night and the party is just beginning....</div>
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I just wanted to vanish into thin air!!!! </div>
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alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-50135720317130369572017-06-01T21:34:00.004-07:002017-06-01T21:36:31.103-07:00Loose that tummy!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ok so yes.. maybe I do need to loose some weight.. especially around that belly!<br />
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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...<br />
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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...<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
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alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15179766331423472290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-82344688683722267022017-03-15T22:04:00.000-07:002017-03-15T22:04:43.591-07:00His '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!!!!)<br />
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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...<br />
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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!<br />
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So his best friends are Pete and Joe. Yes we have firang friends... I don't know why but we do!<br />
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And they are his office friends.<br />
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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"<br />
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"ok... where is office?"<br />
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"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!<br />
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"oh wow siddy... thats a really cool office. what do you do there?"<br />
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"very important work mumma with my office friends"<br />
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and then he goes on to introduce me to Pete and Joe.<br />
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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!<br />
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If a school friend asks him to meet him some evening he will say "not today today I have to go to office!!!"<br />
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The friend list also has increased... there is now Junelle, Grint, Zhint Glash Kosh Sonair, Fuddy and Phunit!!!<br />
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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!!<br />
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He even describes them to me...This description below is as I write this blog and I asked him to describe them to me!<br />
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There is one dot on pete's cheek and one straight nose and he's really tall.<br />
Joe is only 10.. long eyes and long nose and long everything.<br />
Junelle is same like Joe but with longer ears and feet!!!<br />
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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!!!<br />
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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"<br />
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Oh my god!!!<br />
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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.<br />
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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"<br />
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"really Siddy?"<br />
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"Ya Pete just called me and told me. For real, the vulture is there deep inside the forest on the trees!"<br />
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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"<br />
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Siddy and his <i>'office friends</i>' stories are something I will cherish forever and ever... long after he has not just forgotten but will also deny outright!!<br />
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<br />alishka-the diy mommy!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229555353321659159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961042024544190692.post-1247613843167103552017-03-12T21:48:00.002-07:002017-03-12T21:48:53.404-07:00The 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!!<br />
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The other day bumling's little friend Niki left her hairband at home when she had come to play.<br />
He found it and gave it to me... I said " Oh great. we'll return it tomorrow"<br />
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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??<br />
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So anyways, I decide to use the hairband while I'm working.<br />
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When suddenly the hairband inspector comes to me very angrily, "That's Niki's hairband mumma"<br />
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"Ya so i'm just borrowing it" little guilt feeling is there.<br />
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Not that this was the end of it.<br />
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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.<br />
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While I give it to her he says" Latha Aunty, do you know my mumma wore Niki's hairband yesterday while she was working"<br />
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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!!!<br />
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"Thanks Siddy.... thanks for being so honest!!"<br />
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