Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
My son can be a lazy lump. Anything that requires more effort than he's prepared to put in; gets shoved under the rug (literally and figuratively) and often outsourced to us. He's starting to make some strides in reading now and today's homework has words that distinguish the gender between people viz mother-father, brother-sister et... Continue Reading →
This week, that year. Blogging then. Blogging now. https://bouncyrambler.blogspot.in/2012/11/reality-bites-hard.html
I am all for being a hands-off parent. I really would like to be able to observe my child, see him grow rather than always be present while he is doing his thing. For someone who has been a SAHM from the first moment, it is quite a treat to be able to see your... Continue Reading →
The brat has his little friends. They can be quite a handful from time to time. One of them came over a little while ago and was practically nose-to-nose with the not-small t.v set. When I asked her to move back a bit, she scooched back barely half an inch. So I asked her to... Continue Reading →
Learning apps- the busy mothers' way to digital media utilization and teaching basic skills.
I started my kid out on digital media way too early in life. And I still regret it. But I absolutely CANNOT deny how wonder it has been for me as a mother and how helpful it is when I need more information, especially for my kid. Today barring the frivolous stuff that he watches... Continue Reading →
Courtesy Facebook's memories I get to know about how and what I was thinking not only on a time a specific time in the past but also how I was feeling. And when I wrote this post I was a bit more of an anxious mother, fretting about my kid's school, academic "career" as it were... Continue Reading →
When faced with a "to kvetch or not to kvetch" kind of a question, do yourself and especially those around you a favor, don't. But since kvetching isn't like Solitaire aka an activity that can be done all by your lonesome, a wee bit of a gander at The Ring Theory of Kvetching prevents you... Continue Reading →
Ask a woman if she's easier in her mind about being 36 years old versus being 36 in the waist and you can bet you'll be on the receiving end of the MOST disdainful look which roughly translates to, " Yeah right! AS IF! What kind of question is that anyhow? How DUH ARE you?!"... Continue Reading →
It's been a long time since I've done a book review. Better late than never, especially for a book like Ghachar Ghochar. A friend and fellow reading afficiando who also wears other interesting hats was cleaning house and put up a give-away of her beloved books. Red lucked upon this particular one and the result... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 