In Dad's Shoes ... & More!

There are few things in life that we take for granted, no I don't mean parents (which most often we do) - I am talking about the material things (for now).

I love photos ... sometimes, when I was younger, on a warm afternoon, my dad and I would bring out all the albums (in the name of cleaning up the cupboard) and immerse ourselves in nostalgia. I would try to hunt my parents and myself in the old black & white pictures, laugh at dress code of yesteryears and marvel when I would be told a story surrounding that picture. Later in life, I remember a time when my honey was shown all the old pictures, I was sort of ashamed ... not really wanting him to see me as a little girl in ponytail, shy and demure. I felt that was not the 'me' anymore. But he said, 'It's is so nice that your parents have all the memorabilia surrounding your life, I don't think I have so many things from my childhood days,' Thats when it hit me, photos are valuable, its a window into the past. A way to see where we came from, our friends, that perhaps we are destined never to meet again, places that we might never visit again ... a little crooked path to go back in time, to rewind and relive the moments!

So when I was first introduced to the digital camera (honey bought one for our wedding); I felt cheated! Here was something that one could take a picture, check it out and delete it all in a matter of seconds. No doubt, everyone was in awe, there was no waiting at the shop to get your pictures printed, everything was available at your finger tips. I still remember how honey had to explain to friends and relatives over and over again at the wedding about the digital camera ... a few had heard about it, but none seen it up close.

Today, after owning a couple of versions of the little thing, I cannot think of life without it ... how can I? When I need to take 10 shots to get that perfect little shot of Kutie when he is running around so quick. I hope some day soon, I could spend an afternoon with him and the photos & videos, tell him stories around each and relive the bygone years.

I admittedly have changed my tune and love the digital camera and very happy to note that I finally found my handy flash drive to deliver all the pictures to my PC and here are few for your viewing pleasure ...


Kutie just might fill into his dad's shoes a day too soon ...





Vishu 08 pics










Kutie having fun

Vishu 2008

Hoping this post gets through finally ... Blogger has been acting weird.

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What a great beautiful sunny bountiful day it is!!

I set up the Kani yesterday night at 11.30 – this late because (don’t laugh) I fell asleep while trying to put Kutie to bed. But at least I made it in time before the unlucky 12 o’clock (I have this idea that if it’s past 12 then the day has changed so technically you have seen the kani already) Anyway I made it … vaalkanaadi, rice, fruts, vegetables, nilavilakku, betal nut leaves were arranged in front of Lord Guruvayoorappan.

I got up at 5 and after lighting up the nilavilakku, went and got honey to view the wonderful sight. After that, we debated if it’s a good idea to wake up Kutie this early; finally deciding to try our luck I pulled him out slowly. He was still asleep but opened his eyes just a wee bit to look at the display. He was about to wail – so we rushed him back into bed. He slept for another two hours (phew) and I got to get ready for the big day.

After he woke up we continued last year’s tradition and gave the little guy a silver coin as Vishukkaineetam. This time around he had more fun asking us about the items and trying to blow out the lamp! :) He enjoyed plucking the roses from the garden and bringing them over – for once we did not have to buy flowers since we had beautiful roses in our front yard. Plus, being the first Vishu in our new home, this was an added feather in the cap!

I quickly got lunch ready wanting to spend more time with the little fella. Since it was a beautiful day, we played outside in the backyard for quite a while and then I took him to the park. He seemed to enjoy the swing and running around everywhere. The unexpected holiday really turned out to be a fun day for both of us.

Once home, he got taste of the grand feast. Its was illuminating to me, since usually I only offer rice, dal and curds – and today he had a more spruced up food with many spices and he ate with relish! (Note to myself – to let him in on more grown up food) Tired but still enquiring about his dad (who had to go to work) he was off into the world of dreams. His dad came home much late and the two of us had a lovely lunch and movie date.

Come evening we made a trip to the temple and the day ended with a blissful yawn (knowing I have enough left-over’s for two days)

Vishu wishes

Call it by any name, Biasaki, Ugadi, Bihu, Tamil Puthand etc its the time of the New Year - a time to celebrate and bring in the new!

For a Malayalee this is one of the big festivals, which the beginnings of the agricultural season in Kerala. Vishukani the most important ritual on 'Vishu' day; is the first sight you see in the morning - which is said to be the deciding factor on how your day is likely to proceed. For a Vishu-kani - this of course means how your year ahead is going to proceed and therefore becomes all important ritual. People makes sure its packed with all good things in life, in hopes of the same all year round.

The preparations for Vishu start the earlier evening, when the Kani is set up. Often done when the children are asleep to ensure that they see the blessed sight the next morning. Being far away from India means you might not get all items of the kani - especially the kani konna-- I have made up the fact this year with this picture alongside! ;)

Anyway, hoping for a great Vishu celebrations tomorrow ... more to come later!

Rang de basanti

Water sprinkers & gulal (colors) Pics from the Holi celebrations ...

The color of spring

Holi is probably one of the favorite festivals for kids where the festivities start months in advance. The water filled balloon attacks, the colors that brighten the atmosphere.

After coming to US, I often missed the celebrations and fondly remembered those carefree happy days. Come the night of holi, a big bonfire would be lit & after the pujas the magic of holi will be upon all kids and elders alike. Living on the fourth floor of an apartment complex at such times turned very advantageous and all my friends would be at my balcony (patio) to pelt down a string of water balloons. Sometimes we would rush to the terrace to get a better view, while one of the younger girls would keep a watchful eye on anyone trying to come up the stairs, and when that happened, we would all rush down the 18 steps back to my and my neighbor’s flat, that was the closest to reach. We would shut the doors and hide out; of course the boys would be furious and paint our front door in a mirage of colors and ring the bell to see if we open the door (they used to think we are so dumb to do that). Mom would start chatting with us and dad would be fuming in the background – he never seemed to understand the fun we had and of course, he knew he would need to clean up the mess later!

Finally, this year we made it to the Holi celebrations at Stanford. The music, the atmosphere, the crowds, brought back warm memories of the past. Though Kutie being too young was miserable at first to see throngs of people – faces marked with so many colors that you could hardly tell who it was. When a lady tried to color his face, he yelled like there was no tomorrow! Later, I bought him a little ‘pichkari’ and we had some quiet fun away from the crowds. The lines at the food stands were huge that by the time we got to eat our samosas, rice/raitha, & sweet lassi we were almost starved to death. I wish they had built more stalls than just two buffet style stalls. Plus they needed to enforce, no cutting in line policy.

The performances by Stanford’s own groups were fun and they really helped bring out good cheer. And of course like all big celebrations, by the end people went plain crazy … the water sprinklers that were being used to fill everyone’s buckets and pichkaries with water had created a little pool of water on the ground, and this muddy water became the appealing ‘color’ to many by the end. Some were lifted and pushed into this wet mud. YIKES!!!! There were many who looked like they did not want the mud bath, but were pushed and shoved into it nonetheless. What is it with crowds that they go berserk towards the end of it all?

It was great fun though, and though getting back into the car was a pain. Luckily we had an extra set of outfits for the boys and I put some plastic bags to cover our car seats. We had to run to the shower and clean up quickly after we got home ... just in case the colors brought in a rash or something especially on Kutie (he has a very dry skin and always on the verge of eczema). Then it was time for the afternoon nap ... all in all, a Perfect Day!

Happy Happy Day!

To the one, who has always loved me unconditionally!!!!


To the one, who has always been there for me!!!


To the one, without whom I would not be! (Sorry Achan! ;))


Happy Birthday, Amma!
Happy U, Ammamma!


Ed to add: Sorry for any confusion, folks - it was my mom's birthday, not mine yesterday. But she often visits all of you, so I am sure she is very happy with your wishes. Thanks guys ... U ALL ROCK!!!!

Stuff around the world

Sometimes browsing around helps –

First stop a great audio library of books at Storynory. The readings are done by Natasha Gostwick, who is clearly a talented individual. I know Kutie is too young to listen to stories but definitely something for little older kids.

Another cool site is Parent hacks which list many parenting tips from us – the parents. A good storehouse of hacks for potty training to discipline to having some fun.

The high's & low's of life

Aced my test last week, now have to look at the schedules for the next two classes before I can apply for the certificate. But I was pretty happy that I am now ‘almost there’ and a steady string of A’s should probably (hopefully) help at the work front as well.

On the home front, Kutie is keeping us on our toes.
5.30 PM Monday evening – I was little late to pick Kutie up from daycare (traffic, don’t blame me) and he was playing with a little cycle. I was happy to note that he was still doing fine. When I picked him up, I smelled poop – & the moment I mentioned it – he wails trying to get away from me. The day care ‘aunty’ mentions that she changed the diaper just recently and walked towards Kutie. At first, he turns as if to run away, but when she calls him, he goes to her in an instant. She takes him back into the room and I hear no crying, no tears – he lies their patiently until she finishes up with him. Dumb luck! NO!

Two hours later, at home: the mention of poop and a diaper change has Kutie wailing – tears running down his cheeks, the screams threatening to bring down the house, and the two other houses near ours!!

So now in his eyes we are the enemies, and day care, his best buds … when did this happen? SIGH!

Chronicles of a toddler

It’s been a while since my last post, and it was not something I had planned on – just something that happened – I stared into the blank pages and no words came out, there were no reminiscences to ponder upon. I felt at a great loss of words! Why? There was nothing wrong at home, at work or anything. Life moved along – Kutie accomplished another milestone of mastering to say two words together – “Acta poli” “Kaka poi” (daddy left, crow left – Elvis has left the building), and more astutely telling us about himself in the first person.

Then there were a few challenging nights, with the little fella waking up crying – we are still not sure if it was a bad dream, acid reflux, or if he was just plain uncomfortable! We started to change his routines a bit – moved dinner time earlier, so that there is no reason for an acid reflux wake up call at night. I read about sleep times for babies and realized that he is probably just not getting enough sleep so now dinner is moved up even earlier to accommodate an earlier bed-time. But its hard, to have his dinner ready by 6.30 - which means I have to get everything going pretty soon. No more park trips, little guy …. Sorry!

Sleep is good, Kutie. I remember my summer holidays, ah the blissful sleep till 9, 9:30, 10:30, oh till 11:30 AM. Dad would be gone to work by then, and Amma would have done with breakfast, lunch and other household chores. I would be groggy eyed eating breakfast and lunch back to back. Those days, no one cared about weight, so it was easy. At some point during the course of summer, Amma would appeal to my sense of right and ask me to get up early and help her out. But the day never came. The only times I woke up early was when the girls decided we were not playing enough during the day so we needed to meet up early mornings for a bicycle ride & a game of badminton. I never questioned why Amma let me get by with this careless attitude. When she was here last, she made a remark to Kutie when he woke up early “why do you get up so early, kutta, go back sleep, things will change soon so sleep well now” I remembered all of this over the last couple of days when Kutie started to have issues at night. She knew things changed, the blissful sleep without a worry would be thing of the past. Again, I am in awe of this wonderful person who let me have summer fun in ways that I wanted to; rather than forcing a routine at least during the holidays.

But back to not posting, work and school took a priority seat. This Friday my finals’ are looming large though in reality these are probably way easier than our Board exams. But what it is about exams and timed ones especially that just give me goose-bumps! So good luck to me!

Now why posting today, because I realized that Kutie is finally a toddler a ‘big’ boy. He is able to ably reply back to questions, albeit in his own way. The blog articles are likely to shift my role as a historian recording Kutie’s milestones to an active participant in his life. Case in point: Today morning, as I was feeding him, he wailed “Talamudi” (Hair – he loves to play with my pony tail twirling it around when I carry him, totally hates it if I fix it up in a bun). So I asked him, “Why do you like Amma’s hair so much? What is in Amma’s hair?” Without delay he replied, “(hair) Clip” LOL!

So get ready for more anecdotal conversations, run-ins with the whys and why-nots, and the advent of the little man in making!

How cruel can you get?

How drunk can you get - to be so off the mark that you let a boy burn to death and then possibly run away from the situation?

I just heard the news on NDTV about a 10 year old boy being burnt alive by a wedding party. Presumably, the wedding car hit the boy’s cycle and he asked for reimbursement and instead the men just took him. He was later found burnt (apparently only his feet were not charred and now is under autopsy). Hearing this, my head reels, my heart burns for the boy’s family – I cant imagine what his parents might be going through. You teach a boy to be self-resilient, go out and stand up to people for what is right and the result – THIS! I cannot believe it!!!

I was unable to find the story online yet, but now I am too depressed, angry, agitated to even bother too much!

Edited: Here is the story!

The best time ever …

… is when Kutie is asleep and I can nuzzle close to him in bed or when he sleeps oh so comfortably in our arms (honey and I fight over who gets to hold him – because we know the times are numbered – he does not like us holding him a minute longer than necessary). Ah the smells of a baby (ok fine toddler, and yes its Johnson’s baby powder…whatever!), the little soft warm body …. PERFECT.

The better times are …

… when Kutie follows us into every other room we go, helping out with our household chores along the way (Ok please don’t call the Child Services, he was only carrying his own little sock to the laundry room or the little glass to make his fake tea for us)

The good times are …

… when we can all sit contently in the living room and watch him play – all by himself with his cars, or watch him talk loud and fast into his toy phone or listen to him reading out from his books at the tea-table.

The bad times are …

… when I have to drop him at day care! This is officially the last time I do it … Are you listening honey!!! Oh forget it, I know you won’t … I just have to figure out a different way to get you to drop him off!

*** Thinking cap on ***

Eight - the magic number!

I am not sure why its 8 things about me or my son, but since I like the number ... why not. Since it was tagged by Aryan to Kutie - I decided it do it all about him, by him for him ...

Tagged by Aryan

8 Things I am passionate about:
1. Music – especially item numbers, that can make me dance.
2. My toys – cars, trucks and more of them please
3. Kitchen utensils are my other favorite toys
4. My books – especially if I can find a picture of something that I recognize – apple, car, butterflies, ca...
5. Jumping
6. Fire-trucks and police cars on the road – especially when the lights and sounds are on.
7. Going out on long walks – no sorry don’t turn around, just keep going
8. MILK … yes I said milk

8 6 Things I do that drives My Mom crazy:
1. No I will not open my mouth to eat
2. No I will not let you go anywhere without me, and that includes the bathroom
3. Yes, I love playing with your hair, even in my sleep.
4. If we play one song/one game – we cannot move into another one, just yet … well actually never.
5. Brushing my teeth is a chore (for everyone).
6. I like to brush my teeth with the steel spoon – Amma says that my teeth will all break soon … but who cares…


8 Things that I say often:
(more here)
1. One, too, thee ... (one, two, three ...)
2. Deet (light)
3. Tr-ruck
4. Vee-lam (water)
5. Mamu (food)
6. Chappathiii (chapathi)
7. Tummy (I laugh out loud, if I see someone’s tummy!)
8. Ali-cock-pter (be it a plane or a helicopter, its ‘li-cock-pter to me)

8 Books that I have read:
1. Blue Hat, Green Hat; Fuzzy Fuzzy Fuzzy! A touch, Skritch & Tickle book; Opposites; Barnyard Dance- by Sandra Boynton
2. What do you do? – by Mandy Stanley
3. Maisy’s Fire Engine – by Lucy Cousins
4. Happy baby words
5. My first word book; My first animal book
6. The big board book of bugs and animals
7. Welcome to Bob’s building yard - by Lauryn Silverhardt
8. The very hungry caterpillar – Eric Carle


8 songs that I listen to over and over:
Tamil, Hindi, Malayalam item numbers … Lets dance baby!
1. Amabalakara (Black – Malayalam)
2. Rajamanikam (Malaylam)
3. Devuda Devuda (Chandramukhi – Tamil)
4. Aadungada Yennai Suththi, Dole Dole, Vasaantha Mullai (Pokkiri – Tamil)
5. Nursery Rhymes – ABCD, Ding Dong Bell, If you are happy…, Five little monkeys
6. Old songs - Hai na bolo bolo (Andaz), Chanda hai tu (Aradhana), Mere Sapno ki rani (Aradhana, because of the train and jeep in the same song)
7. Bum Bole (Taare Zameen Par – Hindi)
8. A few Marathi songs from You Tube – Sangu Kai, Sang Sang Bholenath etc

8 Things that makes me the person I am:
1. A smile that lights up my face
2. The twinkle in my eye, when I very happy
3. Cries – I can cry the moment I want – with tears and all
4. My dad – everyone says I look just like him
5. I love listening to music – in the car, at home - everywhere
6. I love doing silly things and laughing out it
7. I can talk for hours on the phone
8. I love cuddle time …

8 Other Friends Tagged
Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya, Jiya

Sorry I don't know any other names :)

Here's a few that I tag
Angel - a new friend
Cee-Kay,
NM,
Hiba's mom - who is back with a bang!

Cheers!

Here's to all you woman who ROCK THIS WORLD ... girls, women, moms, grand moms, aunts, teachers - to each and every one of you ...
A Very happy Woman's Day!


(pic courtesy microsoft clipart)
And what better way to celebrate, but by launching a new design for my blog. Please let me know if you run into any issues. Thx!

First Crush

Piya Jiya tune mera, jiya le liya …

No, don’t get ideas … there is no puppy love! Well, maybe! No! Definitely not!

Ok here’s the story … Jiya is one of the girls from the daycare, there is another girl and rest are all boys all aged between late 2s to 8 months. Jiya is probably the youngest – very quiet, good looking girl. To get Kutie, adjusted to daycare, we (Amma and I) used to always ask him in the morning – lets go to Aunty’s house, to see all your friends … Jiya, Rishi, etc etc. Somehow this one name stuck. Now if you ask him where is he going, who will he play with? He will say “Jiya”!

I have never met Jiya’s parents, and I wonder if they will appreciate a boy saying their girls name over and over so easily … oh well! It’s cute and hopefully they will understand!

Keyword - worth a million bucks!

A nice summer afternoon. The flowers were blooming and dancing to the breeze. A little boy and mom decided to play some ball in the backyard. It was great fun. Then dad came along with a little video camera to capture all the fun they were having. Thud! The boy falls … he cries, he yells. Ah, a little scrape on the nose!

That’s the scene from today morning. And of course, being the 21st century parents, we decide to check online for a good remedy/cream for the little one. A little Google search should help right! Well actually if you don’t have the right key-words it will not! Look at the screen below. (Searched for "Cream for infant cut")



Do you see it?



On the right corner comes up an advertisement for “Find Cut Infant” LOL. I just laughed out loud. My poor baby stopped crying and came to see what was so funny. Of course when I showed it to my ‘smart’ husband, he was sure it was something wrong and tried the search a couple of times.

Ok so now to all perverts out there, go check out Target.com! :)


Edited to add: BTW, Kutie is doing well, the scrapes have almost healed.

Too hard to resist

Forwarded emails are often just a bunch of images and lots of blah with no substance but once in a while you see a really funny one come through ...

Only a mother would know!

When I was a baby, someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift and it was one of my favorite toys.

Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea,' which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.

My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch his little princess bring him a cup of tea, because it was, "just the cutest thing!"

My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then Mom says, "Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet???"

Boiling Point

Over the weekend we made a quick trip to Lake Tahoe, to see the clear waters and snowy mountains. It turned out to be a great trip.

Getting back was hard, knowing that the long weekend was over and Kutie will have to start going to daycare for a full day and that my parents are going to leave early next week.

The worst thing turned out to be an email blast from another parent whose kid goes to the same daycare saying some nasty stuff about the daycare facility. Her complaints ranged from “the daycare is not run well” to “the correct brand of wipes were not used for her kid” and that she heard some shouting at another kid by one of the helpers. Of course, this was followed by a bunch of emails from other parents, exclaiming how nice the facility and the facilitator are and how they helped their kids etc. We even got a call from the daycare facility, explaining the situation and explaining her point and what happened. Of course, we started to have our internal discussion on what might have happened, what our next steps could be …

On one hand, the person who issued the complaint seems to have already found another daycare and has taken their kid away already – so wonder if this was something glaring or just her way to get away with the deposit (we have signed up for a 2-week notice to get the deposit back). Another interesting factor is that both the parent and the day care facilitator’s spouse work in the same company – could there have been bad blood right from the beginning … don’t know.

Now, with all of this, of course what do I do is the biggest question? The last two days Kutie has not been taking his usual 2 – 2 ½ hour nap but instead only an hour at the most (at the daycare). He seems to be clingier to me than ever before (which is not bad, I love the attention he showers on me, but still, it’s probably not that healthy and well, I know it hurts my parents most, since they are about to leave and the little guy sometimes just doesn’t want to be held by them). When Amma was at the daycare, we did notice that main facilitator not present on some days, and an older lady doing the diaper changes and feeding etc. Amma is now of the opinion that daycare facilitator is not the best supervisor of her own employees. But we cannot point any other faults with her - the daycare is clean, Kutie hasn't fallen sick (yet, Anti-Jinx mantras) and he does seem to enjoy the outing.

Of course, with my parents leaving early next week, and with no other daycare on our horizon, (plus I am not sure I want Kutie to go through the pains of trying another place this soon) I am stuck … so this is just a vent!

And when it come to frustrations, I had an argument over dinner last night with honey on sending kids to large daycare versus a small one with maybe only 1 or 2 kids. He was of the opinion that kids need to be with other kids, and if there was an option he would send Kutie to the daycare like ours with 5-6 other kids. His argument was that kids would get the interaction, learn social behavior, and will not be a shy kid (and of course he pulled an example of one of our friends kids, who runs in the opposite direction when he sees anyone coming in his direction). Now I feel the opposite, I agree that kids need company of their peers, but I don’t think it needs to start at age 2 or less. Probably when they start going to school at 4, when they would enjoy the company of other kids & make friends. Also I think being shy or not, (not sure if either one is a virtue or not in the first place) has a lot to do with how the family interacts with others is and not just on the kids playing with other kids. Of course, the whole point of the argument was a little lost in our case, since either way, Kutie needs to be in daycare since we both work and will not be able to baby-sit him!

*** Sigh ***

Pictures

Here are the pictures from our trip to the wonderful snow covered mountain tops around Lake Tahoe.

The snow covered mountains


A view of the beautiful blue waters



A view from inside the car of the clean sleek road



BTW Just realized that I hit my 100th post mark! YAY!!!

Fun in the snow @ Tahoe

We finally made it to Lake Tahoe (believe it or not, we had planned this trip from early Jan – packed our bags one weekend, only to cancel the trip last minute due to heavy rains) – to the snow-covered mountain tops, to the cold, chilly Tahoe lake. It turned out to be a great trip – albeit with a few mishaps!

Story so far …
We made the last minute plan Saturday morning to take the trip to Tahoe as the predicted weather was sunny. Luckily we got the hotel reservations and we made the few last minute purchases and were ready to go.

Early Sunday morning after a quick breakfast, off we go. No problems on the way and we make it to the ski resort in about 3 hours. Honey wanted to try his hands at snowboarding and signed up for one of the afternoon lessons. We rushed through to get lunch and ensure we make it to the mountain to see if all the fun or not! Unfortunately, Kutie does not like anything. Not the minestrone soup, not the French fries, no nothing! All he wants is to run around (probably because he was cooped up for so long on the ride) But with hundreds of people at this tiny restaurant it was like ensuring an ant doesn’t get trampled over by the marching army. We try to make by with cookies until we can find something else for the little guy …

Moving up to the snow mountains, Kutie seemed to have more fun. He exclaimed “tampu” (cold) when we held out the snow to him. The only problem, he wanted to run around so quickly but with other skiers coming down so quickly, we were afraid that he would get pushed out. After realizing that this is just not going to work, we took him back to the little restaurant and that’s when I notice that they sold small packets of Oatmeal. Halleluiah! There’s something that the little guy might like.. so I make a little serving. Of course, now rejuvenated he wanted to run around some more. We decided to head up back to the mountain and start to wait for honey to return from the top.

Far away, I see a guy waving. I wonder, is he hurt? Who is he waving to? Hmm .. is that honey? Not sure I try my little tactic of raising my hand a little bit – hoping that I don’t look stupid, if its not him. I run back to get the camera and try to take some zoom in and take some videos. Slowly he comes down bit by bit and its honey. He falls, he scoops up, he’s my hero!

Back from action, he is sore but has loved every minute of falling down in the snow! We get back on the road to get to our hotel. Luckily we find an Indian restaurant and serve up some hot rice and raita for Kutie. Tired, poor Kutie is the first to collapse.

We hoped for a restful sleep, but poor Amma had an eventful night – with vomiting and not much sleep. The car trip seemed to have taken a toll on her, but by morning she was much better.

Next morning, we made a trip to the lake and enjoy the cool waters. The path was lined with silvery snow, we walked gingerly across them to ensure we don’t fall and hit ourselves. After a great lunch we were back on the road to reality.

The end!

the sights... and the bumps ...made our trip a memorable one! And by the way, it was my parents & little Kutie's first time to see and experience SNOW. And they loved it! Of course, dad complained about the chilliness, but he always talks in opposites!

Pictures of the beautiful white snow, the killer slopes, the icy cold waters ... coming soon!

Here we come

A little take on the nursery rhyme ...

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Here we come 'round the block,
'round the block,'round the block
So early in the morning.

Here we come to see the snow
To see the snow, To see the snow
So early in the morning

Here we come, so let it snow
Let it snow, let it snow
So early in the morning.

Here we come all bundled up
All bundled up, all bundled up
So early in the morning.

Here we come 'round the block,
'round the block,'round the block
So early in the morning.

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Any guesses where we are off to tomorrow?
Clue: Its a very 'cool' place, with a lake covering two US states.
Update on Tuesday!

Happy Valentine's Day

Love is in the air
For today is Valentine’s Day.
Red and pink be today’s colors
My dear Valentine, Be mine forever!




{graphic courtesy coolholidaygraphics.com}
Ok that’s cheesy enough, even my tummy turns (yes I know I wrote it) Brrr … how bad can you get … whatever! It’s a Hallmark holiday, what do you expect?

Now, next mission, maybe I will get honey to read this one post.

But with the cheesy poem, I know its gonna backfire for he will never come back for more! The law of diminishing returns! *sigh*

To everyone else, May you find your true love and may you live happily ever-after! Happy Valentine's Day!

What was I thinking?

Ok maybe I should delete the last post ... I am sure now the limited viewer ship I have would go down even more ... Who admits to reading these things? Right!

No I am not turning into a cheesy romantic! I blame my faux pas to Valentine's Day activities everywhere! *Sigh*

Am I losing it?

I am not perfect.

As a teenager, I have read the silly Mills & Boon book. If you ask me how many, I don’t know, but I know one summer I read one everyday! So there! I knew most of the plots by the end of it all and often even just reading the back cover I could predict (pretty accurately) how the story would go – yes not just the fact that girl wins boy, but how it actually will go … Common that’s not smart, yes I know.

Let me see – how many plots can I think of
1. Poor, innocent girl meets wealthy handsome guy, they spend a night. Girl realizes her mistake (huh?) and runs away. They meet maybe several years or months later, boy is angry and girl is pissed. They don’t know why but the chemistry is still there and finally after multiple run-ins, misconceptions later they hook up. The end.
2. Handsome guy, dead wife, has a baby – hires a nanny. Enter the girl, loves the job, loves the guy – can’t think anything can happen. Of course they do. The end
3. Boy meets girl (or vise versa). They hook up. Something happens, they part. Girl gets pregnant, does not tell boy (or maybe cannot for some ‘big’ reason). They meet. Boy still has the hots for the girl. Girl is not sure what he wants. Boy figures out he is the dad, upset now wants to marry and do the right thing. Girl disagrees, she wants love not pity. Blah Blah they figure out in the end (of course) they truly love. The end
4. Smart workaholic lady, meets her rival in a guy who either is in the same profession or has just bought become her boss. They quarrel. They love each other. Oh brother!
5. Girl traveling to some foreign location. Meets the guy, thinks he is a beggar. Goes on road trips, falls in love. Realization that the guy is the prince of the country. Oh my! In comes the lady vixen, of course the lady is no match (or so she thinks). Finally girl realizes that the guy loves her and the vixen is his step cousin (or something else)! Aha!

Another 5 more, just twist the boy/girl around.

I don’t know when I got over it (finally, maybe) and moved on. I read the great works of literature – Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Alice Walker, and the fictions in between – the Grishams, the Sheldons, the Pattersons.

But yesterday when we went to the library I saw three M & B’s. and I took it! OH DEAR!! Am I losing it? Of course, I haven’t read it yet … but now I am feeling guilty.

What should I do?
a) Read them and pretend I did not & sell it back to the library,
b) I hide them in the closet for a rainy day,
c) Or should I just leave it in plain sight for who actually cares what I read – they are probably better (or worse) than reading the tabloids!

What do you say?

Another question will it even thrill me anymore? Probably not ... the last time (years ago) when I read it, it was hiding it from Amma, not really knowing the world and its ways, probably not knowing any better. Maybe now just for that sake alone - reminisce - I should read one .. what do you think?

A walk down Memory lane

Timepass tagged me on this one – seemed easy enough but now I have realized that I probably need to write a lot more to take this detour. Anyway, here goes

"Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given : family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like. Tag 5 other friends to do this meme. Try to tag at least 2 new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do) so that you get to know them each a little bit better."

Family – A poem for Amma & some best wishes for my dad on his birthday

Friend – Not really about a friend, but some things that brought back a lot of memories from my childhood days

Yourself – This is the one that I think has been the most emotional and painful to document

Your love – Hmm, I haven’t written much about my dashing, handsome, knight … have I?. Though he is mentioned on many of my posts, you would think I should have our love story posted at some point. Ok note to myself, but for now here’s one that I wrote on his birthday and on father’s day

Anything you like - My first official Mother’s day


And now to tag my “virtual buddies”
Edappal In hopes that this gets you out of hibernation!
Swati - who is just settling in after a big trip. Here's something more 'to do'! :)
Hiba’s mom - here's a virtual scrapbook for you!
Preethi – A new visitor - how about I tag you? Sorry, if I am not playing nice! But I would to love to know more about you.

Update on daycare

According to the daycare Kutie’s day one without family went well. He cried for only 5 mins and then was happy to play with other kids – and joined in on the circle time and peek-a-boo games. When my parents when to pick him up after a couple of hours he looked cheerful.

Lets hope the sunny days are here to last!

BTW, I have been corrected by the daycare to refer to them as 'teachers' rather than 'aunty'. Will this daycare give exams and homework as well? Sigh.

I acquiesced

Almost everyone I talk to suggest that we just leave Kutie alone and let him cry and he will learn to stay on alone. So today, without much heart we have left him at daycare (no grandma to help him around), with my parents going to pick him up later today. I know, I know, my brain tells me this is most likely the best way. I still say most likely – only because, no one seems to have tried out any other method than letting kids go at first. Colleagues have stayed on for 5-10 mins and no more, some have tried half days but that’s about it. I am not saying my method will be any better but ….

She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn't take them along. ~Margaret Culkin Banning

Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing.
~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

Anyways, today he will be alone at daycare. My parents would probably pick him up in a couple of hours, and if all goes well, we could just increase the time over the next two weeks, is the plan.

Thanks little Aryan, for your lovely flowers, it certainly made our day. I will show it to little Kutie in the evening.

I would like to pass it on to my parents, who I am sure are already missing the little guy, being away from them for a couple of hours. With just a few weeks remaining of their trip, I understand how sad they are to leave the little guy. I will be missing my confidante, my support (I know you will be only a phone-call away, but it was just great to have you with us) and Kutie – I am just not sure how he will react. He has grown so attached to his Ammamma – asking her to give him food every time, calling Muthu over to play with him – it will definitely take some time to adjust. He has learned much from them in ways of learning to talk, to pray, and has enjoyed the special attention only grandparents could shower on their grandkids.

I would pass it to my dear son, hope you grow big and strong. I wish you will enjoy your time away from us at the daycare, at school, and always know - we love & adore you.

And last but not the least, I pass it on to my dear honey ... in hopes that I get real ones on the 14th! * hint, hint * :)

I pass the wonderful roses along to -
Cee Kay: I am sure we all need a dozen roses and blessings always. So here's one for you - in hopes that everything works out for you always. It been great to know you through your blog ... hope we keep in touch always.

Hiba's mom: Best wishes always and forever. Sorry I haven't stopped by recently, but things have been busy at our house. (hope this makes up for it) :)

Sad little me

Kutie started daycare today (with my parents going back to India in 2 weeks) we decided to ease him in. The whole weekend, knowing that the little guy will have troubles up ahead, made me sad and disappointed. I wished and prayed for a miracle – maybe the president would change the rule and let grandparents stay for years rather than the six months if you have the visa, maybe the company I work at would pull a new policy for mommies to work at times that suit them and not the regular 8 hours, maybe I could win a million dollars and not have to pay tax on it either.

Since none of the possibilities came true over the weekend, I moved my prayers to hope and wish that the daycare will be a smooth ride for Kutie, hopefully he will make friends easily and adjust quickly.

With all our prayers, honey dropped him off and as expected he cried straight for ½ hour. I had asked my mom to stay back, just so that it might help him, but smart as he is, he was pretty sure on what was happening. He kept calling for his dad and after a while “poova” (let’s go) to his grandma. When I spoke to the day care ‘aunty’ she was of the opinion that I should just leave the little guy alone from tomorrow and that he would adjust quicker. I beg to differ; wouldn’t it scare the hell out of the little guy? Wouldn’t it feel like his parents just ditched him off?

Apart from this, was this other email at work that I need to attend a seminar for a week in Vegas – this means not only me being away from my little one that I will need to deal with myself, but also the fact that the two guys will be left alone to deal with themselves. With no family near, I cannot turn to anyone for help for the 4 days I will be away. The seminar is months away, and hopefully Kutie will adjust to day care by then and honey can drop him off for a couple of hours and work from home … but these are all “what if” situations that scare the heck out of me!

There goes my heart

I know not how to breathe
I know not the fear that grips
The darkness gathers
Could you bring it back …there goes my heart
I hear the thuds (loud and clear)
A step ahead, a step further
I know not how to reach, for
now forever my heart lives outside.

Things I would rather spell ...

Now that Kutie has learnt so much, and understands so much, we need to spell the words rather than say it out loud. You ask why? ‘Coz he understands! Duh!

M-i-l-k – No I cannot say “paal” or milk in front of him (or even when he is in other room) he knows it. At times, when I get up from the sofa to warm up the milk, he stops from whatever else he might be into and runs into the kitchen, running, crying desolately that someone would think, we don’t feed him a thing! The milk cup might still be in the microwave, and the seconds are counting down, & you can see him running in circles crying “Paalu, Paalu”, and finally when the microwave buzzes, he holds his arms up so we can hold him and he can see better. Again, he has no patience to give me the time, to pour the milk out into his cup, put some sugar and to close the lid. It’s like “Don’t you know mom, I wanted it 5 minutes ago?"

B-i-s-c-u-i-t – “Can I eat this thing all day? See, Amma I can hold it, break it, eat it, dirty my hands and mouth; its fun Amma … Can you just give it to me, NOW” Sorry Kutie, this is a treat, not the snack that you can eat anytime you are hungry. Can I give you something else … instead of biscuit …….. (Wailing) naaaaaaaaaaaaah! Nah! Nah! Shoot. Now I can’t even go to the shelf where we keep it, for every time I open it, he thinks it’s to take out the b-i-s-c-u-i-t!!!

Other things, that you need to be careful to say to Kutie – Truck – otherwise you better show him one real quick (picture or real), don't tell him you are going to the bathroom (unless you want a 18 month onlooker), wear a Saree and he will continually say "Tummy" - meaning he can see your tummy!

Another thing, tell him you are leaving for work and leave immediately otherwise he will tell you "Bye" and show you to the door as well! :(

A to Z about me!

Tagged by Swati

A - Available? – hmm … maybe ..
B - Best Friend – L, R and a few other good friends
C - Cake or pie – Neither – I prefer “khaara” to “meetha” unless its chocolates! ;)
D - Drink of choice – H20, lemonade
E - Essential thing used everyday - phone, laptop, my bag, car .. too many things to count... I am the Material Girl, please don't judge me!
F - Favorite Color – Brown, Black, Blue
G - Gummi bears or worms – neither, thanks
H - Hometown – technically Kerala, but Bombay for its closer to my heart (my childhood through teen life)
I - Indulgence - ice cream!
J - January or February – neither
K - Kids and names – one (for now), Kutie
L - Life is incomplete without – my family
M - Marriage Date – Sept 3
N - Number of siblings - none
O - Oranges or apples - Apples
P - Phobias or fears – Earthquake after my last experience
Q - Quote - A few here.
R - Reason to smile – my son
S - Season – Summer to play out, Rain if I could stay home, Spring for the flowers and Winter to cuddle up … so all of them.
T - Tag three people – Anyone who stops by and wants to play … (please let me know if you do it, though)
U - Unknown fact about me – hmm, lets just say its best to leave it unknown.
V - Vegetable you don't like – Karela
W - Worst habit – according to mom, I talk too loud! :(
X - X-rays you have had - Chest
Y - Your favorite food – Anything mom makes, especially tomato dal, jackfruit uperi, YUMMY!
Z - Zodiac - Scorpio

60 at 5?

If at 18 months Kutie has 18 motor vehicles - does that mean by 5 years he will have 60 of these? Honey I hope your company goes IPO soon! :)

Superstition or caution?

Superstition by nature means things that do not hold true, but the possibility of “what if it were true” bothers us so much that we would rather give-in to superstition than fight it. Last week when I mentioned about cricket, it led me to think about all the “stupid” ideas that I have either come to believe or follow just because it’s easier.

The evil-eye
The concept - that people have “the evil-eye”, and when they see your baby or child their “eye” could make your baby sick (in some way).

Seems ridiculous. First – why would your friends and family wish against you? Second – A lot of my friends have kids of their own – who are beautiful, intelligent (like my own), so why have the evil eye, plus he is too small for any other kids to feel competitive in anything! But ...

About 6 months ago, we went to a baby shower, met with friends we haven’t met in a while. People went ga-ga at Kutie who had just turned 6-7 months and was crawling everywhere. They were very impressed with his achievements. The next day he had a runny nose that lasted a week. Ok so someone from the group had a slight fever … maybe?!
What about the time, right after our Hawaii trip, we shared photos of little Kutie; everyone exclaimed how grown-up he looked, how cute etc. The next day, poor baby, kept running into things, falling everywhere. Coincidence … maybe?!
My colleague, who just got back from a trip today, told me a nightmare experience of her son being in the hospital, for he could not poop (he is better now). Of course, it could just be the different diet, time zone that caused indigestion but her parents are insisting it’s because of all the attention the baby got. Now she is Mexican and it looks like, like us they believe in the evil eye. (Though they have a different practice to “remove the evil eye” – put an egg under the baby’s bed)

Now even though my head urges me against entertaining such a ridiculous idea, my heart – my mother’s heart - will not agree, and I have to ask Amma to do a “remove the evil eye” routine.

Now there are a few that has been drummed into my head that its second nature for me – like not to cut nails after dusk (go to the spa instead), or not to call a person who is about to leave & almost out of the door (use cell phone instead, albeit few minutes later) or not to visit the temple during the 'inauspicious' days.

Many of these probably have no effects either on the follower or the non-follower, but are you willing to take that chance?

Cricket Fever ... where did it go?

There was a time, just a few years back, I loved watching cricket. Keeping scorecards and tallies were part of the normal routine in life. If nothing else, I would watch our neighborhood boys playing from my balcony(patio).

There would be at least 3 to 4 teams playing on the field. The older boys taking the maximum space of the field, the younger boys on a smaller pitch and the little ones on the colony road – my building was at the end of the street so the traffic was very low and from my vantage point atop the fourth floor, the view was fantastic. Of course, we never admitted to the boys that we watched them play, but I am sure they knew that we did. Ah! The tricks they would do to impress us – running around if they caught a ball, yelling at team-mates if someone missed the wicket or did not make that crucial run.

The field being very near the railway tracks, one good hit and the ball would go flying across to the tracks. Then there would be a debate on who should get the ball, often the batsman had to do it (since he threw it). This was great fun to watch too. For I often would have seen exactly where the ball landed. The poor batsman would climb up the wall that created the division between the track and the field and start to carefully look for the ball in-between all the trash that would be piled up on the tracks. (Of course we all new which tracks had trains coming and even roughly the in-between gap between each trains arrivals so no-one ever got hurt.)

Anyway, getting back to the point of cricket, it was a great times. I remember times (summer vacations) when we girls tried our hands on it. We would get the younger boys rounded up and play against them. We would either boss them up by saying that we have never played the game so needed more leniencies or never admit a catch, a six or anything in-between. Looking back, I think we enjoyed the arguments better than playing itself.

And then there were the real shows – the Indian cricket team play-offs. Discussions would flow on how well they or they did not perform. If it was the world cup or some crucial game no one would be out playing that evening. After the game, there would be discussions on how the team played or not.

Then there were the superstitions – one of the girls claimed that if she watched, the Indian team is sure to lose. She said it often enough that I started to believe it myself … (ah such stupid trivial stuff)

When I moved to US, it was this excitement that I missed. I tried to keep track of the games through the internet. But reading about a game is very different than watching it, living it. Slowly over the years, I kept little to minimum track of the every day plays. I still loved the game, but somehow the former glory disappeared.

A month ago, we moved from Comcast cable to DIRECTV cable and now have 24 hour access to the cricket from all over the world. And can you believe it; I barely tuned in. What have the last 7 years turned me into? Is it the game (I hope not), is it me (I hope not either)?

This also brings up another point – what will my son like a few years from now. If its one of the American sports, could I sit with him and follow it? I probably will need a crash course in understanding all the rules & players for game so I will at least be able to make a decent conversations. The trails of parenthood continues ...

Happy U

18 cool things that Kutie says apart from calling all us

1. Iyye-ya-po (if you say Swami-yee)
2. Chulbuli (A You-Tube favorite for lunch and dinner time)
3. L –ka – di (for the song from maasoom – lakadi ki kati)
4. Trrr-ruck (truck)
5. Kaar (car)
6. Buus (bus)
7. Pooo-nnaa (Poona – if you ask him where his paternal grandma is)
8. Poo-aa (lets go)
   
9. Vee-nam (I want)
10. Ye-nee-Que (get-up)
11. Pa-aal (milk)
12. Pa-tuu-ma (for panjara or sugar)
13. Maa-mu (food – lunch/dinner)
14. Bee-s-kat (biscuit – cookies)
15. Han-ga-roo (hanger – some one tell me why he likes to add the ऊ ending!)
16. Ellow (yellow – the only color in the world)
17. Goo-noo-tt (good nite)
18. (H)appy U (his version of Happy Birthday to You)

To be or not to be, that is the question

The blog-o-sphere is a growing large by the minute. You can visit corners of the world in a manner of minutes - I have been the ‘silent’ Blogger for quite a while – lurking at other wonderful blogs, making very few comments where acknowledge my presence and even maintaining a level of anonymity on my own blog.

Honey often suggested that he would let all our friends and family know about my blog; but I made him swear he will never do that! Not that, our friends would find anything here that they probably already did not know about us, but I loved the level of anonymity through the online medium. My argument in favor was when you visit a new city, a new town you do not give out your bio every person you meet – though you might suggest to your friends how wonderful the place was and even recommend that they too see its wonders.

When I started to visit other blogs, I often landed on great blogs with humor, culture, fiction and with visitors & commenter’s reaching a 20-30 or more per article. Often reading the comments I would realize that people have made “virtual” friends who visit each other blogs often. This made me wish for the same thing. I have started to wonder would it be so bad to let my family/friends know that I write – I don’t think my writing is all that bad (though I agree it may not be the best either). But apprehension creeps in.

So to my limited viewer-ship I pose the question - which is better?

• To let others aware that you visited them today (leave a comment, email)
• To know about visitors to your site
• To keep up with the anonymity
• Or compromise on both ends a little?

Almost a boy

18 months or 1.5 years or 788 923.149 minutes. Any way I look at it - its time that has flown by the seconds!! Kutie will be turning 18 months next week and I am overwhelmed with emotion and excitement.

This is of course probably one of the wonderful times with little Kutie - on the threshold of becoming a boy but still a baby ... responding to us with his little antics, his own language (for example - calling Muthashan - muthu, or using "t" sounds for words starting with "s"). Throwing such cute temper tantrums (stopping his feet and running in a circle) that it makes you laugh out loud. Shaking his butt on hit Tamil songs. Wanting to read his "booka" right when I would pick up a book to read. Only saying "bye" when someone is on the phone, and then wanting to talk after to you hang up! Wanting to play rather than change the wet diaper. Insisting on watching Hindi cartoons on You Tube to eat lunch or dinner.

I am sure there will be many more things that Kutie will accomplish in the next years, that these little antics would most likely be seen as small things. But hopefully he will treasure these small glimpses into his past that will forever reside in my memory!

Duped by whom?

Interesting read based on my previous post! So was I duped by some random cheat or the big bad company?

Hit the Wall at Walmart

One of the best practices here in US is the policy of ‘gift card’. No, I am not talking about offering gift card for birthdays, and other functions, but the practice of stores giving out store gift cards when you return an item.

In theory this gives the customer the option of not only returning the item that they purchased or were given but also to buy something else instead. Now, the store is also pretty happy with the situation as I am sure more often than not, customers will forget about the gift card, misplace them and essentially they got money for an item that never left their store shelves.

I am sure that many ‘wise’ customers are aware of this and take precautions like keeping the receipt and the gift cards at a safe place and remember to make purchase quickly. But what happens when the store did not authorize your card correctly!!!

Here’s the story!

We bought a watch from Wal-Mart right before thanksgiving, along with some other stuff. After a few days, we realized that my mom (for whom the gift was) had a similar one and we decided to return this item. Being a lazy a**, that I am, I sent my dear honey on the errand.

At the store, of course (even with the receipt) they drilled him and entrusted a gift card as they (according to the salesperson) could not refund directly to the credit card as the purchaser (moi) was not present.

My honey came back with the gift card. Diligent that I was, I safely put the card into my purse. This Monday I finally got around to the shop to buy a few items. I double-checked that I had the gift card to ensure that I use it up.

After shopping (and I would add, for more items than the amount on the gift card) I reached the counter. Now the shocker! The sales person tries the card a couple of times and she get the message “Card not authorized”. Mind you, it does not say “no balance amount” or something to that effect. Not wanting to hold up the line, I purchase the items and move to the customer service section to ask them what the issue might be.

I explain what happened at the counter, and like clockwork, the salesperson tries the card one more time and gets the same message – Card not authorized. She asks me if I have the receipt of the receipt (the receipt that they give when the store gave me the gift card as refund) Ok now I am getting frustrated! Of course, I don’t have that. Sorry she cannot help me and informs me that she will call the manager.

After a few minutes, the manager arrives. Any guesses what she does after she heard about the issue – try the card – get the same message and ask me about the gift card receipt. I explain that I would not think about keeping the receipt after I have been provided a gift card by the store no less. She informs me that I will need to call the store manager the next day, and she will try to look me up with the help of ‘store web cams’ and provide me the refund!

Being pissed off helped me not to laugh at this outrageous comment! Can you imagine, a store manager on a call from customer going through various web cam pictures to figure out what item was returned and its price. How do you confirm the person on the phone is one and same? Have a web cam chat?

So long story short, the money on the card is lost plus the additional money (and time) lost in trying to get something else for the gift card amount. You would really think, I should return the new items that I purchased and try this all over again!!! Maybe this time follow the wise-geek advice to “ask the cashier to check the number on the card against the bar code … make sure the correct amount is on the card you purchased.” But then again when a VP of the company is caught up in gift card fraud, it makes you wonder will safety tips work?

Little droplets from heaven

Dark and desolate, the day begins
The mighty thunder not far behind
A plate of cookies by our side
We jump in bed,
hiding under covers
We take a peak
A bird is out, all wet
Maybe we can dance out in the rain!

The blue bird

A little boy, I see
Out by the fields, he plays
alone

A little woman, I see
Reading a book, she sees
the worlds she will never know

A little bird, I see
Fluttering around, dripping
blood

The boy runs, stops
at sight. She walks
away, a bird captive in her hands.

Happy 2008 Everyone!

Merry Christmas To All

Boo!

I ordered a Sesame Street Giggle Medical Kit from Amazon last weekend along with a few other items. This particular item was sitting “To be shipped” status for the past 5 days. I finally emailed them today AM about it and the response:

Updated Delivery Estimate: February 29, 2008 - March 3, 2008. Please approve this delay by Jan, 18.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

This is totally depressing! This means now I have to drive to the mall, park someplace far, walk in the cold, look for the toys, stand in line and drive back!!




(Picture courtesy of Microsoft office clip art)

Online "Window Shopping" Anyone?

Amazon.com is a great website – I love it! Great products, at good prices. Having bought tons of things from it, it’s become one of my first stores for online shopping. Now here’s the issue – I never, that is until last week, gone on a shopping spree at Amazon. Unfortunately, I have realized with this Christmas shopping spree Amazon is not built for window shopping!!!

Here’s why (I hope someone from Amazon reads this!):

I am looking to buy something for Kutie – I don’t want to spend too much, but might consider buying a couple of items (more boxes under the tree) for him. I go to the toy department at Amazon. The big banner says “Deals” – Ok that’s good, it caught my eye and I go for it! Now here’s the problem. Sorting by age does not work! (Ok go ahead try it, I know you want to. Try Age 2 – 4 and you get a bunch of items that for “Recommended for 4 – 6 years”). I guess the engineer did not do a good job at filters. Of course its age 4 thats throwing it off, but come on I am sure there is some complex algorithm to fix it!

Another quibble, is the limited amount of pages that gets displayed, I cannot jump around! Maybe these are the effects of using Google for everything, but wish Amazon did the same. Only 3 pages displayed the first time, and then if you hit next its not 4, 5 & 6 but just 4!

Sorting by price may or may not work (I think I have figured out that it’s because of the category that you fall into). But when it works, it displays some crabby doll for $1 (this might be just me, but what do you do when genders dictate that I get cars for boys!); and when you want to move some pages ahead, you can’t – because it doesn’t display it!! Also, could you please tell me how many pages are there in all? I want to know ahead of time, if I need to go through 10 pages or 20 before I get to the last item!

Arrgh!

Of course, the argument against all of the above needed features is to give customers less options. But when filters are not working, and no end is in sight I would prefer to be given the choice of choices. Thank You!

Happy Birthday, Dad!

As the post title suggest, its dad’s birthday. It sort of had slipped out of my mind until yesterday when I happened to check the date. I wondered how I could make it special for the man that I adored, the handsome guy who taught me how to ride the bike and play badminton. He was always jovial and had a mischievous smile about himself (tha I now see in Kutie). Now retired, he keeps telling me that he seems to have a lot of time, but to me he is busier than ever. Traveling all across Bangalore in his little scooter – the new found freedom seems to have done wonders! The twinkle in his eye as he dashes across the busy streets is just of pure joy of being able to do things his own way!

Kutie seems to enjoy his company now as well. And in true grandfather mode, ‘Muthu’ is always in defense of the little guy. Often to my dismay, he would burst out laughing to his little antics that most likely would be one of the ‘wrong’ things that he might be doing. But I guess its grandfather’s prerogative.

But back to making the day special for my dad, I got him one book (since he is into reading), waited from Kutie to wake up to get him to give him the present. I was thinking of going out someplace, but with no car (another story, another time) we were restricted to our walks. But it was a great day and we did have a good walk. Overall it was a great day, and since it was weekend, it was nice relaxing Saturday. And I am happy to report with another holiday tomorrow it can be an extended celebration for the big guy!

Happy Birthday Dad/Muthu. Hope it’s was a great day!

The joys of holidays

- Elbowing into a parking spot
- Shopping
- Busy malls
- Long lines
- Crying babies on Santa’s lap (see what I mean here)
- Gift lists
- Not finding them
- Re-writing lists
Ah! The never-ending process!

Here's to 2007!

Few weeks remaining in 2007, so what do I do …. Make a list! What else did you expect?

1. 1 year olds – I really (if I had the money) would pay the money for a time machine today. I never thought I would want to go back in time for anything but to see Kutie all over again, would be wonderful. Its with full nostalgia and pride that I tell people that Kutie is big boy now.
2. Buying a home – Ok I have owned a lot of things – books, clothes, appliances, but a house tops all of them.
3. Having parents at home – The joy of having the morning cup of tea ready!
4. Being a mom – Yes I applied and I love the job so far, even for all its downsides.
5. Blank – now we all know why I am so bad at lists! Arrr

New Job Opening

{If anyone thinking of applying for the job and to all parents & grandparents, in appreciation for everything they do on a daily basis.}

POSITION :
Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma
Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop

JOB DESCRIPTION :
... Long term team players needed for challenging
permanent work in an often chaotic environment.

... Candidates must possess excellent communication
and organizational skills and be willing to work
variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends
and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.

... Some overnight travel required, including trips to
primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities!

Travel expenses not reimbursed.

Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES:

... The rest of your life.
... Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5.
... Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
... Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule
and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
... Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.
... Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and
coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
... Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings
for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
... Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next.
... Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys and battery operated devices.
... Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
... Must assume final complete accountability for the quality of the end product.
... Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and
janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :

None.

Your job is to remain in the same position for years without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :

None required, unfortunately.

On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION:

... Get this! You pay them while offering frequent raises and bonuses.

... A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent.

... When you die, you give them whatever is left.

The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS:

While no health or dental insurance, no pension,
no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and
no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.


FOOTNOTE:
THERE IS NO RETIREMENT -- EVER!!!

I loved this FWD email that I received today, wish I had read it in 2006 :)

A recuring dream?

Me: (to a boy who is ready to hit the bed) Let’s go Kutie, its time for bed. Lets change your diaper, brush your teeth and get to bed.
Boy: (stamping little feet) AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me: We can play with the cars tomorrow, now its time for bed
Boy: (inching further away, car still in one hand) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me: Come on, let’s go.
(Few minutes pass by and we go through the same conversation again)
(Finally picking the squirming baby)
Boy: Wailing loud
Me: (trying to distract) Look at the clock, its late. See the Tweety bird, its going to fly away, if you don’t stop to cry.
Boy: (trying hard to get away) Wailing louder
Me: Almost done. There we go!

I pick up the little one, and move towards the bathroom.
Me: Let’s brush our teeth. How do we do it?
Boy:(doing the brushing action, with one hand) eeeeeeeee – eeeeeeeee
Me: Here we go, brush, paste lets do it
Boy: (looking horrified) Nooooooooooooooooooo
Me: Let’s do it together
Boy: (moving the head too fast) Crying

10 minutes later, boy still crying, but teeth clean!

Me: Ok all done, stop crying dear one. We are done
Boy: (not too sure yet) sobbing
Me: Shall we go to bed?
Boy: (Nodding yes)
Me: Shall we say ‘Good night to everyone’?
Boy: (nodding)
Me: Here’s Muthu
Boy: Gunut
Granpa: (laughing) Goodnight, little one
Boy: Ammammama ….
Grandma: Yes dear
Boy: Gunut
Grandma: Goodnight dear, sleep well
Boy: Attta
Me: Honey, he is calling you.
Boy: Atta
Honey: Ah, yes
Boy: Gunut
Honey: Good nite
Me: Shall we go?
Boy: (nodding)

Entering bedroom
Boy: Phan
Me: Ok lets switch on the fan
Boy: (smiling, jumping on the bed!)

Can you guess, whose recurring dream reality this is?

Bring out the cheer! Bring out the good-will!
Santa is coming to town!


Graphic courtesy www.coolholidaygraphics.com

A time traveller

Years ago, I had met one my dad's friends who had just retired then. When my dad asked him about how he spends his time now, he chuckled and said that he is having a time of his life! He is now able to spend hours on end with his grandson - playing, napping, eating and seeing things through innocent little eyes. He mentioned that he was unable to do the same with his own two sons, since he was often busy at work. I remember this incident now, every time I am at work, away from my little one.

Time is such a intricate part of life and its best seen through the eyes of your parents and children. Parents can tell you stories of what even you might have forgotten from your past, of bygone years, of ways to do things that are today unheard of… Today I see it though my son. Each day, he is doing something new – saying a new word or even trying to say it, because it wasn’t there yesterday and he will soon grow out it!

In another 25 years, it might be my son writing up a blogs about his mother – her ‘old’ ways that now interfere with the his ‘new’ thinking! Ah! the pains of growing up ...