The Talk Show

The show that never stops; Of course hosted by Abhi and Achu.

To start with Achu’s rhyming songs and sentences.
“Butterflies flutter flutter flutter….Do they need water?”
“Cock a doodle doo. My rock in the shoe. Sitting on the couch, I fell in soup.”
“Darthvader Darthvader, don’t go into space. Because there is dust and meteors at base”
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Abhi: If a dinosaur was chasing me, I will put mucus on the dinosaur and make it stick to the ground.
Kids find weird ways to save themselves from dinaosaurs..dont they?
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Murali: Where do apples grow? (We have a map of US states with what the places are famous for. So answer he was expecting was Washington).
Abhi: Apple tree.
Can you blame him? πŸ™‚
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Abhi: “Amma, I know how to spell ball. B.A.L.L”
Me: Nice Abhi. (I was amazed)
Abhi: “Amma, I also know how to spell cat”.
(I get ready to be amazed again)
Abhi: “T. A. C”
Hmm.
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And then Achu tells a story with a bunch of characters.
Saline drops said “Lets get wet.”. Jill said yes. Jeanie said No. Creakie shouted. “I know lets call her Jolly the ladybug.”. Then Millie fell sorry for him. Jolie started crying. Millie, Creakie and Ollie lived happily ever after. End of Beautiful story.
I have no idea who Ollie is. Or in fact, rest of them.
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The main thing, I guess, I teach Abhi and Achu these days is to focus on what they are doing. You know, to make them brush instead of sticking the toothpaste on mirror. So “Focus on your job” is something I repeat pretty often. One time, Achu was sitting and crying. I ask her why. She says, “I am focusing on crying”.
Yeah, that she can focus on.
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Out of the kids, Abhi was the first one to refuse wearing night time diapers. I was praising Abhi for that. Called him “He is our NO-Diaper pioneer”. Achu, who then hated getting wet and hence was still on diapers, called herself, “I am YES-Diaper pioneer”.
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Murali: Who invented gravity?
Abhi: Achu did.
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And of course, we will never forget Halloween.
“Five little butterflies going into space. First one dressed as pumpkin. Trick or treating with space shuttles”.
I hope that happens someday. πŸ™‚

This And That

Because today is Friday and I swore to write at least once a week and I can only write down random stuff.

I declared our last weekend was ruined. Because it was a beautiful sunny day and we didn’t step out of the house until 4 in the afternoon. Tell me, isn’t the day ruined already? There was some shopping to do, so I headed out to do that with my shopping buddy (Achu), and the rest of the family tagged along. And en route I decided to salvage rest of the sunny day and go to the nearby Watershed Preserve instead. This place is so close to where we live, there is a swamp, bunch of trails and some horse poop (which a certain little boy might have stepped on to test it. I am always proud of his explorations even if his feet smell bad and I have to hold him πŸ™‚ ). Recently, people around our communities have spotted a cougar going around, so I was worried we might end up seeing one, but we didn’t. Yeah, I panic more than I need to. Although we never got to the swamp, we walked on a nice forest-y trail. Achu wanted to show off her running skills and ran off on the trail while Abhi and I chased her. I have to tell you I didnt run any slow to catch her. When I chase her these days, I have to run at full speed. She is pretty fast. πŸ™‚

Did you know that I made a new resolution on Mother’s day? I read a post about how mothers are not part of any pictures and that stuck me hard. I can barely find myself in pictures in the last four years, especially with kids. I always think I am looking tired and not dressed etc or am just too busy to include myself in the picture. This post I read, talked about how kids don’t remember the young and fresh faces of their mothers, only remember the exhausted look. That’s how I remember my mom and dad as well. I know how they looked when they were young but that’s not the picture that comes to mind, right? Anyway, starting our San Diego trip, I started talking the ever so popular Selfies with kids (I know I am so late πŸ™‚ ).

Did anyone tell you that as kids grow up it gets easy? Yeah, they are wrong. They are all so wrong. No it doesn’t. And I didn’t find out about this now. When Abhi and Achu were babies and every time somebody told me it will get easy in a year or two, I didn’t think it would be true. Just look around for parents with older kids. Challenges you face with older kids are much serious than changing diapers, worrying about cold and fevers. Take us now for example. Abhi and Achu are out of diapers. Potty trained, except for occasional accidents. Sleeping through the night (at least not disturbing like earlier). In fact, weekend afternoons, sometimes, Murali and I take nap, after telling Abhi and Achu to stay upstairs. We don’t even have to watch them like earlier.

So, is it all easy now? Nope. It’s not. Because now I worry about far more important things like their attitude, their social behaviour, the way they get scared when trying something new. Point in topic being Abhi was enrolled in swimming class this week. And just as I expected, he cried most of the session. It worries me looking at other kids who seem to just jump into the water without any hesitation; Why does it take so much crying andΒ coercing to get these two kids started on anything? Achu still cries everyday to go to school and I watch painfully while other parents (who don’t even get down from their cars) just cheerfully wave bye to their kids. This is a pattern and it takes a struggle to get them to try anything new. Sigh. My kids are too behind on the playground; Other kids seem to know a lot of things already. My worries are endless. I, myself hate change. So I don’t know why I expect kids to be different.

Attitude towards life is the utmost important thing in life. It determines how happy you will be no matter what you have or not have. I see folks with plenty of that problem and I fear if Abhi and Achu will be the same. Why do we expect kids to be just better versions of ourselves? I need some convincing. After all, challenges we face now are far simpler than those in future when we talk about grades and life choices. Oh, God. Lets not talk about that.

Unexpectedly, Sunday turned out to be an eventful day for kids. I took them to their friend’s place for a play date. And all the kids had a blast playing with water. It was a really hot day. What was good was that I enjoyed the outing as well, chatting with other moms.

Abhi and Achu are turning four next month. Unlike last two years, this time there will be a birthday party. We are planning on doing this at our favorite farm park. Lot of things need to be figured out. Hopefully they will have fun at their own party.

Catching Up….

Did I just go two months without writing anything here? I did. I have no reason why. I swear, everyday I was saying, I will write something tomorrow. So, I am allowed one quick wrap-up, right? I have so much to write, but this is what I can to do now.

* We got back from an awesome week long vacation to San Diego. It was awesome mainly because I was hoping things to go wrong, but everything went great. I was thinking kids would not do well, but they did great. I am really so proud of my little dears. I need to write more about every day of this trip. πŸ™‚

* Weather is getting better here. I know I say that all the time. But when I say that, some how, Weather Lady senses that and goes back to the crappy weather. Hopefully, it wont this time. Sunday is supposed to be the hottest to date. I cant wait to let Abhi and Achu run through the sprinklers again. πŸ™‚

* I may have not finished decorating my home yet, but guess what I am doing. I am redecorating. Before our living room was complete, I proposed we sell our black leather couch. I didn’t think Murali would agree easily, but for some reason he did. So the half decorated room earlier is now completely empty. We just ordered a gray color couch online. And I am already worried about it. We tried out the couch in a local store here, we liked it. But still, online shipment and how the couch will actually look in our living room, I am not sure of that. Especially after selling a perfectly good couch. The only reason we sold it was that it was black and making the whole room darker. Well, we will see what happens. Fingers crossed.

* Our schedule with two pre-school kids and two full time working parents is still crazy, but its much better. We found one thing to help. Since I hate cooking and Murali and I both need clean kitchens, we outsourced cooking. Instead of Murali or me cooking everyday, or once a week, I order food from two home based cooking services. Kids eat the same, all though we still make them their favorites fresh every other day. This is so much help because our cleaning work is cut down in half. I need to get that dishwasher repaired and that should help too (I don’t know why I take too long to do things). Thanks to no cooking everyday, I find time for some house cleaning. Everyday, I clean something. Even if it takes only 5 mins and is all like turning our Chitti (Robot vacuum cleaner) on. Its a lot easier than focused one day cleaning marathon. I still need to get better at sticking to this rule.

* My dad is on WhatsApp; My sister is on Facebook. That’s the technological changes in our family. And let me tell you, I am loving it. No. I AM LOVING IT. πŸ™‚

* Kiddos are doing great. Kiddos are driving us crazy. Kiddos are making it so hard for us. Kiddos are making it so rewarding for us. That’s the parenting summary. Abhi and Achu will be finishing one year of pre-school this month. I know I am not happy with the teachers but for lack of better options and not make life more hard for us, we are letting kids continue here for next year. One more year and I will take a break, right. That plan is still on.

* I haven’t resumed my furniture painting this year yet, although I took some easy DIY projects. I still need to finish it. Hopefully this weekend would be a good start for the painting. We bought two awesome book shelves last weekend and I can’t wait to give it a nice and lively color. πŸ™‚