Is it obsessive
* to look at the moon and think ‘damn what’s the point of coming out now when the kids have slept’… they soooo love to see the moon. * when I’m out without the kids and people look at me and say ‘oh I almost didn’t recognise you without the two little ones’. * to shout out ‘look aeroplane’, then realise the kids are not with me and I’m out on the road alone with people looking at me like I’m crazy. * to look at Hrit and Naisha and think.. no not just think… really believe no one has kids as sweet and special as mine. * to experience a moment of mad panic when I don’t feel two tiny hands in mine and then realise I didn’t bring the kids out with me.
Two good!
I’m glad I have two of them when:
- They take turns making funny sounds to make each other laugh
- They talk to each other in gibberish
- They wake up in the morning and come out of the bedroom holding hands
- They clink their lollipops and say ‘cheers’
- Hrit consoles Naisha saying ‘Main hoon na’ when she cries while going to school
Christmas!
This year will be the first Cristmas that the kids are aware of. They are quite excited for obvious reasons – Santa and his gifts. Naisha’s quite clear she wants a ‘Barbie with a stick and a star’ – a wand in normal parlance. I’ve resigned myself to her Barbie fixation. Hrit keeps vacillating between a tractor and a trolley, a guitar (when he saw one during carol practise), a badminton racket and God knows what else. I hope they’re happy with the gifts ‘santa’ gets them. Am quite anxious actually.
Desi boy
H is such an Indian khana kid, it worries me sometimes. I wouldn’t want him to be hung up on one kind of food. I’d like him to be flexible. So at the Mall yesterday I thought I’d introduce him to the burger – the Mc happy meal toy was another incentive. The Husband and I had to really push him to finish just half of it. I presumed he wasn’t too hungry. He slept off and then at four he woke me up with his characteristic mega kick, right in my stomach.
He was yelling ‘khana khana’ in his sleep. And so in the middle of the night I got him biscuits and even in his half asleep state he was sure he wanted the ’round round’ ones, Marie, not the fancy cream ones. He had his biscuits, drank water and went off to sleep. Funnily enough N slept peacefully through it all, like she always does.
Note to self 1: It’s going to be idlis and khichdi for H no matter where we go.
Note to self 2: N can sleep happily on an empty stomach, H cannot.
Monkey or Pigeon
Hrit and Naisha having an argument….
Naisha: Pata hai Hanuman toh Monkey hain.
Hrit: Arre nahin woh pigeon hain.
Naisha: Unka face dekha hai.. monkey jaisa hai.
Hrit: Monkeys udte hain kya? Hanuman toh ud sakte hain… he’s a pigeon.