You know how mothers tend to brag about their kids? I too am guilty of this. Even a simple thing as an involuntary lift of a finger by my 5 month old is enough for me to talk for hours about with friends, family and total strangers who give me even stranger looks.
Apparently the latest thing moms brag about is how far their kids are on FarmVille! Atleast that's what my mom says. Her staff members give daily updates on how many elephants and cats are there in their kids farms and I suspect my mom is a majour player in this, judging by the daily phone calls on my farm updates :)
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Holy Molly! Catapolly!
I've got writer's block (or just plain laziness-but writer's block sounds so much posher!) - so till I unblock my self here's a picture to keep you entertained. Can you guess what it is?
Saw this on a tree in Kandy at my in-laws holiday home. The creepiest thing I ever saw! Just made my skin crawl.
So horrible when they are together, yet so cute when alone...like some people I know :)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Book it all
H1 will be starting school and I am soooooooo exited. She doesn't seem to give a damn :)
Ever since I got the book list, I was so looking forward to getting them and putting covers and sticking stickers and writing her name on them...it was like it's me going to school.
Hubby offered to go get the books because it's such a hassle to get the whole family out these days, but nothing doing I said. How can he even think of depriving me of all the fun of choosing the books, pondering over which crayons are the best and which stickers would look cutest on the covers?
So last week, we all bundled into the car and went off searching for a book shop. Hubs said he knows of a good place and took me into a dingy looking place. I took one look at all the dusty shelves and said no way and walked out.
We finally found a place that had a banner screaming 'All school supplies. 7% discount.' I screamed 'Stop! Stop here!' I gave baby to hubs, hitched up my skirt (I was actually wearing jeans - but you know what I mean) and got down to business. I took out the book list, selected the books oh so carefully, I mean 80 pages is 80 pages, you have to check it twice..or thrice. There were bristle boards to pick...oh it's so hard to choose between pink and yellow...10 A4 sheets, 2 each of different colours, glue sticks (long or short?), erasers (ones with ABC's or Ice Age characters?), Play dough (big or small?)...oooooooooh I was in heaven.
Apart from H1's book list, I was getting some books for a kid my helper knows, so I was having double the fun.
When we finally got back to the car, I gave a great sigh of satisfaction and said, 'Oh I loved every minute of it.' My hubby spoiled it all by saying, 'You should have got H1 more involved. It could have been fun for her too.' I said, 'Why didn't you tell me then?' He said, 'I was scared to tell you when you were in such a snappy mood.'
Darn! In my excitement, I forgot all about H1. In fact, I think I snapped at her once or twice for disturbing me. Darn! Darn! Darn.
So I did somewhat make it up to her by getting her involved with putting covers and pasting name tags and stickers. I had to grit my teeth half the time because it didn't go the way I wanted, I mean who would paste a sticker that way? But I managed to not snap and H1 did have fun and there's always next year...
I can't wait for next year's book list!!!
Ever since I got the book list, I was so looking forward to getting them and putting covers and sticking stickers and writing her name on them...it was like it's me going to school.
Hubby offered to go get the books because it's such a hassle to get the whole family out these days, but nothing doing I said. How can he even think of depriving me of all the fun of choosing the books, pondering over which crayons are the best and which stickers would look cutest on the covers?
So last week, we all bundled into the car and went off searching for a book shop. Hubs said he knows of a good place and took me into a dingy looking place. I took one look at all the dusty shelves and said no way and walked out.
We finally found a place that had a banner screaming 'All school supplies. 7% discount.' I screamed 'Stop! Stop here!' I gave baby to hubs, hitched up my skirt (I was actually wearing jeans - but you know what I mean) and got down to business. I took out the book list, selected the books oh so carefully, I mean 80 pages is 80 pages, you have to check it twice..or thrice. There were bristle boards to pick...oh it's so hard to choose between pink and yellow...10 A4 sheets, 2 each of different colours, glue sticks (long or short?), erasers (ones with ABC's or Ice Age characters?), Play dough (big or small?)...oooooooooh I was in heaven.
Apart from H1's book list, I was getting some books for a kid my helper knows, so I was having double the fun.
When we finally got back to the car, I gave a great sigh of satisfaction and said, 'Oh I loved every minute of it.' My hubby spoiled it all by saying, 'You should have got H1 more involved. It could have been fun for her too.' I said, 'Why didn't you tell me then?' He said, 'I was scared to tell you when you were in such a snappy mood.'
Darn! In my excitement, I forgot all about H1. In fact, I think I snapped at her once or twice for disturbing me. Darn! Darn! Darn.
So I did somewhat make it up to her by getting her involved with putting covers and pasting name tags and stickers. I had to grit my teeth half the time because it didn't go the way I wanted, I mean who would paste a sticker that way? But I managed to not snap and H1 did have fun and there's always next year...
I can't wait for next year's book list!!!
Monday, December 28, 2009
The Bald and the Beautiful
Yesterday we shaved H2's head and gave H1 a haircut. They both look adorable! And H1 kept on saying how her hair looked like a brush now (Her cut was a bob).
Today, just after waking up, I kissed H2's head and said, 'The bald and the beautiful.' H1 who is exteamly vain, always assumes that if someone mentions 'beautiful', they would invariably mean her! So she said, 'No Ammi, it's the bald and the brush!'
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Seasons Greetings!!!
H1 and I made this rag doll angel for our Christmas tree. The base is a toilet roll. Made the wings from elephant dung recycled wrapping paper so it's a green angel!
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Everyone!!!!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Four months already!
My darling four month old,
A lot of changes happened in the last month. You definitely have changed from a helpless baby to a baby with an attitude! You absolutely know how to show your displeasure by screeching non stop. You don't cry. You screech.
You can finally touch your toes now and grab them when ever possible. You also want to grab everything that comes in contact with your hands and they all go straight into your mouth. I don't know why I bother to sterilize your soother or bottle when you put every other thing in your mouth. You also love to lick our shoulders or hand when ever we carry you. Thaaththi absolutely hates it as it tickles him. I think you are teething and your gums must be scratchy because you get so annoyed and frustrated when you can't bite the things your bring up to your mouth. Of cause your hand to mouth coordination is pretty poor, so you get so mad when things don't work the way you think they ought to. You love to gnaw on my chin. You would pull my face towards you by grabbing my hair and pounce on my chin like a little puppy.
You can make lots of different noises by moving your lips in different ways. You look like a little bird with a pouty beak and I just want to squeeze you then. Sometimes we have a whole conversation of ooh aah talk for almost fifteen minutes.
You've also started patting my breasts when feeding or pulling at my t-shirts. You would gaze into my eyes while feeding and every now and then would stop feeding altogether to give me a smile as if to say 'thank you', and my heart would melt to a mushy goo and I'd think, 'Oh how I love you. I love you my baby...'
When I place you on the floor mat, you move around quite a bit by lifting your bum and pushing from your legs.
There are so many little moments that I want to hold forever and I wish you'd stay a baby for a lot longer but I know I'd delight in every little change as well. I love your little chubby cheeks and pudgy hands and every other bit of you.
Thaaththi and I are so blessed to have you and Akki in our lives.
Hugs and a bucketload of kisses
Ammi
P.S
I started this blog for your sister 3 years ago on this day. I know she won't mind it that you get to share it with her now.
A lot of changes happened in the last month. You definitely have changed from a helpless baby to a baby with an attitude! You absolutely know how to show your displeasure by screeching non stop. You don't cry. You screech.
You can finally touch your toes now and grab them when ever possible. You also want to grab everything that comes in contact with your hands and they all go straight into your mouth. I don't know why I bother to sterilize your soother or bottle when you put every other thing in your mouth. You also love to lick our shoulders or hand when ever we carry you. Thaaththi absolutely hates it as it tickles him. I think you are teething and your gums must be scratchy because you get so annoyed and frustrated when you can't bite the things your bring up to your mouth. Of cause your hand to mouth coordination is pretty poor, so you get so mad when things don't work the way you think they ought to. You love to gnaw on my chin. You would pull my face towards you by grabbing my hair and pounce on my chin like a little puppy.
You can make lots of different noises by moving your lips in different ways. You look like a little bird with a pouty beak and I just want to squeeze you then. Sometimes we have a whole conversation of ooh aah talk for almost fifteen minutes.
You've also started patting my breasts when feeding or pulling at my t-shirts. You would gaze into my eyes while feeding and every now and then would stop feeding altogether to give me a smile as if to say 'thank you', and my heart would melt to a mushy goo and I'd think, 'Oh how I love you. I love you my baby...'
When I place you on the floor mat, you move around quite a bit by lifting your bum and pushing from your legs.
There are so many little moments that I want to hold forever and I wish you'd stay a baby for a lot longer but I know I'd delight in every little change as well. I love your little chubby cheeks and pudgy hands and every other bit of you.
Thaaththi and I are so blessed to have you and Akki in our lives.
Hugs and a bucketload of kisses
Ammi
P.S
I started this blog for your sister 3 years ago on this day. I know she won't mind it that you get to share it with her now.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Sri Lankans at a concert
H1's play school held their annual 'Concert and Graduation Ceremony' last Friday. In true Sri Lankan style the invitation card said, 'Please don't be late' after the time. So there we were half an hour before the start and guess what, we were like the second family to arrive. Hubs and I was escorted to the front rows as H1 was 'Graduating" and our guests (H1's two grandma's, Puncha and Nanda) were asked to sit a few rows back from us.
We waited for the rest of the parents to arrive...we waited...and then we waited some more. The concert was supposed to stat at 3.45 p.m. By four most parents had come and now we were waiting for the Chief Guest to arrive. We waited....and waited...and...waited....aaaaaaaaaaaaaand waited. Then we were asked to arise to welcome the chief guest. So we all got up and waited and waited and waited for about five minutes when another announcement was made to say that "Oh dear we are so sorry but the chief guest is still on the way and would take about another ten minutes to arrive." So we placed our well worn butts back on the chairs and well, waited. A good one hour after the actual time the concert was to start, the honorable chief guest, who was a former teacher of the head of the play school and who should have known how difficult it is to keep a bunch of kids and parents waiting, arrived.
While we were waiting for her Lateness to arrive, there was a family sitting behind us (ma, pa, grandma and sister). Let me call them AH for short (figure out what it stand for). The director of the school came over and kindly told them that these seats were reserved for the graduating student's parents and would they if they don't mind please move to the seats allocated for them. Once the directer left, the Pa half heartedly told the wife, 'I think I better go back.' to which the Ma replied, 'Ane don't aney..don't worry. There's plenty of room,' and none of them budged an inch while the couple who was actually supposed to sit there had to be seated in the corridor because there wasn't enough room. Even seeing this, the AH family didn't budge and even had the galls to complain 'Ane hari kathai ne cheif guest parakku una eka.'
While the concert was going on, whenever their child came on stage, the grandma would say in a rather loud voice, 'Ours is the smartest noh? See, she looks better than the other kids.'
When it was time for refreshments, I went the car to feed H2, so was a little late in getting in the line for food. By the time it was my turn, there was no food left as everyone in front had not only taken the food bags for them selves but for their kids at home, the neighbours and the family cat. The grandma of the AH family was a little ahead of me and when she realised that her fat tummy wasn't getting fed, she went off in a huff looking for a teacher to complain to. Those poor teacher's had enough on their plate looking after restless kids, but one said she's so sorry she'll see what she can do.
I am being unfair when I imply that Sri Lankans are all like the AH family because 95 percent were conciderate people, but just like people notice the black dot on a clean white paper, I could only forcus on that indiciplined family of visigoths.
We waited for the rest of the parents to arrive...we waited...and then we waited some more. The concert was supposed to stat at 3.45 p.m. By four most parents had come and now we were waiting for the Chief Guest to arrive. We waited....and waited...and...waited....aaaaaaaaaaaaaand waited. Then we were asked to arise to welcome the chief guest. So we all got up and waited and waited and waited for about five minutes when another announcement was made to say that "Oh dear we are so sorry but the chief guest is still on the way and would take about another ten minutes to arrive." So we placed our well worn butts back on the chairs and well, waited. A good one hour after the actual time the concert was to start, the honorable chief guest, who was a former teacher of the head of the play school and who should have known how difficult it is to keep a bunch of kids and parents waiting, arrived.
While we were waiting for her Lateness to arrive, there was a family sitting behind us (ma, pa, grandma and sister). Let me call them AH for short (figure out what it stand for). The director of the school came over and kindly told them that these seats were reserved for the graduating student's parents and would they if they don't mind please move to the seats allocated for them. Once the directer left, the Pa half heartedly told the wife, 'I think I better go back.' to which the Ma replied, 'Ane don't aney..don't worry. There's plenty of room,' and none of them budged an inch while the couple who was actually supposed to sit there had to be seated in the corridor because there wasn't enough room. Even seeing this, the AH family didn't budge and even had the galls to complain 'Ane hari kathai ne cheif guest parakku una eka.'
While the concert was going on, whenever their child came on stage, the grandma would say in a rather loud voice, 'Ours is the smartest noh? See, she looks better than the other kids.'
When it was time for refreshments, I went the car to feed H2, so was a little late in getting in the line for food. By the time it was my turn, there was no food left as everyone in front had not only taken the food bags for them selves but for their kids at home, the neighbours and the family cat. The grandma of the AH family was a little ahead of me and when she realised that her fat tummy wasn't getting fed, she went off in a huff looking for a teacher to complain to. Those poor teacher's had enough on their plate looking after restless kids, but one said she's so sorry she'll see what she can do.
I am being unfair when I imply that Sri Lankans are all like the AH family because 95 percent were conciderate people, but just like people notice the black dot on a clean white paper, I could only forcus on that indiciplined family of visigoths.
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