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A post.. finally!

I don’t want to even begin to analyse why this space seems to have lost it’s pull these days. It’s not to do with not having time.. I mean when do we EVER have time? I’ve always MADE time. It’s also not that nothing much is happening. I’ve got loads to write, the drafts are piling up but I find I cannot get through a complete post. Sigh!

This one should have been done for Valentine’s Day but since Shruti, the Artsy Craftsy mum, is still accepting entries for her February theme here it is.

For the record.. The Husband was out on V-Day but the kids and I made up for it by having a great day. Each time I get the kids to craft something for their friends, this time I thought I’d make something for them. BFF Google came up with plenty of ideas. I picked the ones that didn’t require fancy craft material. All I needed to buy was satin ribbons and wrapping paper.

First Naisha’s tiffin had a heart jam sandwich topped with gems which had to be pink, red and purple :-).

Once they left for school I made this heart curtain. Here’s the link. http://spoonful.com/crafts/curtain-of-hearts. The original had messages written on each of the hearts but since I was short on time I simply folded over wrapping paper and cut out hearts, stuck them on a ribbon added tiny bells at the ends and that was that. I fixed them to curtain rings so they can slide aside on the curtain rod.

Then a quick fridge magnet each with ice-cream sticks that had their pictures..

and finally these baskets from the Martha Stewart site. The link’s here..
http://www.marthastewart.com/306688/heart-shaped-crafts/@center/276967/valentines-day.

It seemed complicated (by my non-expert standards, of course :-)) but turned out to be pretty easy.

 
To say that they were thrilled is an understatement. For that one day I was the ‘best mama in the whole world’ . By next day of course I’d fallen from grace but it was completely worth it.
 
This is what they looked like..
 
 
 
No, she’s not crying.. this is just too much happiness.

 

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A revival

Her hands full of soap suds she worked her way through the pile of vessels in the sink. Her mind wandered off to other piles that need attention. The pile of clothes to go in the machine, the pile of ironing to be put away, another pile yet to be ironed, the pile of books that needed sorting, the pile of toys to be cleared up, …  Then there were her ‘happy’ piles – the piles of books to be read, the piles of half finished crafts to be completed, the piles of cookery books needing to be explored.

NO, don’t even go there, she told herself, sternly. Don’t think any of it . Not now, Not just yet. It could all wait. It had to.

There was something else, something far more important, that needed attention. Someone was dying and she had to do something, fast. After all it was she who had brought her into this world. Now, it was only she who could save her. She was special. Boy! was she special… a friend.. nope.. not just a friend.. best friend, confidante, counsellor. Just thinking of her made her smile. She hadn’t seen her friend in weeks… it seemed like ages. And now she was dying. She had to rush to her friend. Everything else could wait.. work, kids, Husband.

She put away the last plate, rinsed and dried her hands. Then she walked off to her study, switched on the computer and started typing. She had to save her blog from dying.

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The Makers of a Republic

Those of you who’ve been here before will know how often I’ve cribbed about the fuddy-duddy managing committee of our society that creates roadblocks for all kid-friendly events. Despite them, this last year we managed to have some fun on Independence Day  and then again on Children’s Day . However, the two events took the wind out of our sails. When Republic Day came around all the mums were reluctant to take up the responsibility of yet another celebration, what with the kids falling ill, hectic work pressures and absconding maids.And so the children decided to take things in their own hands. A bunch of them (all below 10 years) got together, decided on the events, made out notices then went to the Cultural Committee Head for permissions. Not satisfied, they went around to all the senior society members’ homes, waking them up from their siesta’s, disturbing their peaceful tea-times and shaking them literally and figuratively out of their insouciance.

Soon enough a member came to me with the complaint. Why me? Well because when asked which adults were organising the event they came up with mine and a fellow mum’s name. We got quite an earful about how we were making the kids run around instead of following the ‘protocol’.. yeah protocol is everything here. A completely clueless me heard her out, tried to convince her of my innocence and wriggle out of the situation with absolutely no luck. “Since the kids’ have said it, both of you might as well handle it,” we were told.

Apparently the equally clueless fellow mum had been nominated MC by her daughter while Hrit Naisha had volunteered to get the medals on my behalf.

Come Saturday morning we were scrambling around getting the tables and chairs laid out, organising juice and sweets and herding a bunch of super jubilant kids to the ground for the Sports Day. We had no clue about the number of participants, the sequence of events or even what the events were!

Two dads were called upon to police the finish line till we found out we HAD no finish line. One of them was dispatched to get the finish-line ribbon while the other busied himself fiddling with the camera.

As it turned out we had the most chaotic, most crazy, most happy Republic Day. Oh there were the tears and the fights (I didn’t get a medal, I didn’t hear the get-set-go, I WANT a gold) but as mums and dads that’s part of our lives.

Is it the first time I’ve said the happiest events are often the most spontaneous one?
Check out the happy faces here…

The winners

This is how Wikipedia defines a Republic..
A republic is a form of government in which the country is considered a “public matter” (Latin: res publica), not the private concern or property of the rulers…

That’s what we have here – a mini-republic, made possible by the young ones of our society. Three cheers to the new generation.

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY folks.

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Who’s the crafty one?

Hrit and Naisha had a collage making competition at school. The topic was ‘My Family’. It seemed pretty easy since they had to simply assemble it in school.

Naisha being the artistic one, had a hundred ideas and finally settled on a heart shaped collage… how predictable is that! Hrit, meanwhile, doesn’t have a single crafty bone in his body. He didn’t want to make it at all. After much cajoling he agreed.

And he won! The first prize.



This is what he did

Naisha, changed her mind on the final day and decided the heart shape was too much trouble, didn’t put the tags either which we’d brainstormed and written out so diligently. She also ‘saved’ the heart and smiley stickers ‘to play at home’. She’s incorrigible, this daughter of mine.

When oh when will the kids stop surprising me?

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