When you're sitting in front of a mini monster with curious and wandering hands, make sure you forgo the quilled earrings. It doesn't take long for little buds to become danglers. Wear in haste and rue in leisure.
Sanities and Tensions…
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 →
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 →
Much Ado About Ahmed
At this time, if you Google Ahmed the results that will come flying are only about the teenager who was mistaken for a terrorist by a supposedly over-cautious, over-anxious, overzealous school. But it seems to that there are again, two sides to every story. Ahmed Mohamed. Who is he? Just a person of color? A teenager?... Continue Reading →
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 →
Yet Another Epiphany
I had another Ah-HA! experience this morning while "attempting" to explain to MLM why something is desirable and why something isn't. People (parenting experts, those whose kids are no longer a pain-in-the-ass and those who are blissfully childless) usually say that it sets a bad example to communicate with a growing child using largely negatives... Continue Reading →
The Blessing Of Being A Daughter’s Mother
Now let me start off by saying that having a son isn't a curse or a non-blessing either. Even if mine does make me long for Valium on most days, he is truly the light, noise...err..sound of my life. But back to why a daughter specially, is a blessing. A friend and ex-colleague of mine... Continue Reading →
There’s A Dinosaur In My Bra!
No. I'm not high. Yes, I wish I was. And yes, I have a child. Ergo the weird things ending up where they ideally ought not to. Sitting down and finding a clothes pin jammed up in your butt crack is passe. Stepping on Batman and theoretically emasculating him when you get up to pee... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 