The offspring was an ADORABLE baby. He was plump in the right places without being a mini-sumo and he was always gurgling and drooling away to glory. Didn't cry much and definitely did *not* sleep much either but that's a complaint that'll never get old so we'll keep it for another day, another time. The … Continue reading A Blog A Day-Day 3
I recently changed my ride from a hatchback to an MUV. When I say recent I mean just a few hours ago. I was picking up the offspring from school and he was happily frolicking in the backseat, bouncing with joy and making crinkly sounds in the plastic covers that I'd not had a chance … Continue reading Of Middle Fingers And Snakes
I have a great memory for useless trivia. I have a pretty good memory for remembering everything my husband didn't do but should have. I also have a pretty strong recall for little things with the help of even vague-ish associative cues et al...but getting to the fag end of my 30s, my (declining) memory … Continue reading My Temporal Lobe Hurts
I am a semi-helicopter mother and not proud of it. Here are some things I've gleaned in the past few years of parenting. I'm not sure how helpful this is but for those contemplating marriage and eventually kids, do read this once. It may give you a different perspective (read abstinence or hardcore contraception) or … Continue reading Parenting: The Stuff They Never Tell You
The jury is still out on that one. On one hand you can remember them as the cutest, cuddliest, chubbiest drooly monsters that walked around with a diaper-covered bum. And on the other hand you wish you could sedate them or keep them in suspended animation when they're getting their best and most annoying bratty … Continue reading Kids: Boon Vs Bane
Wobbly because till things get set right, it's always wobbly and might even topple over. Like the unending towers my kid builds. I've usually found that one can accurately predict that a small person (not being politically correct about the midgets and others of their ilk) lives in a particular house. It's not always the … Continue reading Weekend Wobblies…
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.