6 months is a bloody long time to be missing in action. That too for a mom who can hardly shut up about things around her. But then, that's where nature kicks in. We have been busy baking baby#2 which seems to be consuming more time and energy than my toddler himself. Ah well! There [...]
So when one talks about a parenting blog, it isn't always about the baby. Let's do some mom talk! Who is this crazy jobless *cough cough* mom? ME! MOI! C'est Moi! 😉 To put things into a mini perspective, I have been brought up under the umbrella of 'No choice, but to be independent'. Me [...]
A few days back, mom had sent a 'Frozen' miniature of Sven for Lishaan. He took to it real quick and when we were talking later, I mentioned to mom that if she could find the others in the collection she should buy them for him. She was thrilled, obviously, because he liked a toy [...]
This whole parenting thing is like running a treasure hunt without any clues. You just have to find your way through it. You will look like a mess at every pit-stop, but nope! no clues ever! And yet people want you to make a Princess Kate kinda appearance with everything the baby does. Did you [...]
You know, I am beginning to feel like this whole parenting thing is like one of those retailer network programs. You join as a bakra and then you find two more to join as bakras as well and then they find two more and so on.
Ha! Before you get into thinking rebellious stuff, let me tell you that I am just talking about the reference of a breastfeeding mom to a cow. Constantly at work! So, the network that I am a part of has opened my eyes in a gazillion ways. I would say that it's like a chalta [...]
You know, there have been days when I have wished for some calm with the monster boy around. Just a minute's peace and calm. But, no sooner had I wished for it did I realize that it was the worst thing for a mother of a toddler to ask for. Lishaan lives up to the [...]
When you are being bombarded by series of advices, 'you know what you should do' and whatnots from aunts, uncles, the cat lady next door & the wheezy cleaner downstairs, the last thing on your mind would be to be the parent with 4 stars on parenting pinned to your chest.