7 years ago I published this bit of rant (scroll down) on Facebook notes. I was more than halfway into my first year as a mother and the mini muffin was an adorable individual who was just getting into his groove as a tiny human hurricane. The text is all in caps to express my... Continue Reading →
Of Deaf Leopards&Animal Scat
I'd overslept this morning and headed out to the gym midday, MLM in tow. Boy! That should have tipped me off exactly what would ensue while driving those measly 4 kms. But by all means, let me wax on and wax off Daniel-San! Sorry, couldn't help the last bit. Watched the original movie after ages and... Continue Reading →
The Non-Pathological Word Salad
Psych 101 introduced me to the notion of a word salad and initially I found it quite an interesting concept while it was still a theory in my books. Then over time I actually witnessed, heard rather, quite a few word salads while I was interning in various places; attempting to become a psychologist. And now,... Continue Reading →
Right As Rain!
A ride in the rains leads to wet clothes and a warm heart!
The Malady of Summer Holidays
I've noticed that there's a strange and inexplicable condition that happens to kids, especially mine over the summer holidays. They become deaf, louder, motor movements mimic being like marionettes with their strings cut or like mini Boomerang videos. Polar opposites but somehow they seem to be able to switch between them effortlessly enough. The specific... Continue Reading →
Reblogged: Past Witticisms
I descend into wishful thinking and into the world of fantasy in order to get a handle on being a parent.
Meanie Mommy recommends pretending to be seriously and totally grossed out when your offspring threatens to pour slime on your ankles and legs. The child will pour and rub like a zealous slime-pourer and rubber and you will get a lovely little massage from those soft little hands. Accompanied by wicked cackles from a munchkin... Continue Reading →
Saturday Bloglet
When your ever-active 7 year-old starts imitating Woody Woodpecker's laugh before the caffeine has infiltrated your bloodstream and you think he sounds like a cross between a constipated horse and a psychotic clown.
The Shackles of Empowerment
After publishing my post last evening, I was thinking about how things are in the world around me these days and I can't help but think of women and how some lives are changing every day and others might be stuck in a different era for all the changes they have been exposed to. While... Continue Reading →
A Few Words From A SAHM
I am a SAHM. I like writing the abbreviation rather than typing out the whole shebang viz Stay At Home Mom. And I think quite a bit of time and effort is being spent on Mira Rajput and her choice of words regarding her own daughter. I suppose if I wanted to, I could extrapolate, that... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 