The brat is keeping us massively entertained with the things he's been learning in school. And while he no longer has the problem with his hearing that he did before, he is still prone to quite a bit of distractibility. That coupled with things that are repeated while he is in a group, like the school assembly,... Continue Reading →
Co-Sleeping…A Parent Reflects
One of the first things I bought when I got pregnant, was a cot for my baby. It was nice, smooth with rounded edges and had teething shields on both the rails. It worked well when the brat was a teeny-tiny infant and it also worked as a mini-prison of sorts during time outs when... Continue Reading →
After School Huffiness
The brat got off the school bus with two holes in the school uniform that hadn't been there when he'd got on the bus in the morning. When I asked him (with a slight frost in my voice) he told me that a "Screaming Death" had made the holes. For the uninitiated, a Screaming Death... Continue Reading →
Travels With An Impatient Child
Imagine having to catch an early morning flight. With a 6 year old in tow. First there's the getting up part: which can be smooth as silk or rocky like the mountains depending upon how badly your kid wants to go on the trip. Then comes the incessant babbling about going to the airport through... Continue Reading →
Bloglet: Repartee
I am currently in what I imagine is a near-Cinderella stage. Drippy nose, swollen face and mopping up the red blood (poster color) that MLM generously painted on his T-Rex's teeth and pretty much all over on an off-white tiled floor. I fall back on the worst threat in my arsenal aka am going away... Continue Reading →
A Bloglet on Introspection
There are days when being a parent seems akin to being a modern-day Sisyphus. Or did I mean Prometheus? Either way it's a (Greek) drama of epic proportions and you end up wishing someone or the other to Hades atleast once. Finit. Posted from WordPress for Android
Bengali Parents: A Glimpse Into The Paaglaami
'Paaglaami' is a favorite word of the Bengali people. It means madness. The word paaglaami is derived from one of the uber favorite words of theirs as well..."paagol". This word is never said in a droll, flat manner. Oh no..the word paagol is uttered in a manner which reeks of food being relished and tasted thoroughly... Continue Reading →
Cough. Sniffle. Sneeze.
A kid gets a cold and a mother's world spins out of whack!
And We’re 6…
Well WE aren't six. We're mid-30s and staying that way till the big 4-0 rolls over and flattens us into pancakes. The brat is 6. And has a nasty case of sniffles and a hacking cough. Oh joy. A year older and about to be pumped full of meds. Which kid doesn't want that? We... Continue Reading →
Dealing With A Sick Kid
This is how a day with a kid who's home sick is likely to go: Teeth gnashing. Foot stomping. Angst. Frustration. Sleepiness. Annoyance. Howls. Ire. Pouting. Sulking. Swearing (albeit mildly). Refusing to eat. Looking at the world with a jaundiced eye. Growls. Snarls. Roars. Miffed murmurs. And that's all you. What does the kid do?... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 