Can I/ Can I not/ Dinosaur Phase of Karthik!!

Karthik is seriously going through a major Dinosaur phase. He is obsessed with it and anything and everything is dinosaurs for him. I am mummy dinosaur, he is karthik dinosaur. Sometimes when I say I love you karthik, he says, its I love you karthik dinosaur mom. He is also going through a serious Can I phase? Can I do wee wee mom? Can I do it in the toilet mom? Can I not do it in the toilet mom? Can I get into the shower mom? Can I not shower mom? Can I eat it mom? Can I run mom? Can I walk mom? Can I not walk mom? Can you please huggie me mom? And the list goes on.. Its endless…and its almost like a rhyme. I am patient most of the time, really most of the time, but sometimes, it is exhausting. I hope I realise that moment that it wouldn’t last forever and start enjoying it again…

Cooking is an art!

Lately I realise that the best time spent in the mornings is when I am cooking something. I am a decent cook, but I cook more out of love, than being compelled. The kids and Uday have taken a very special liking to my cooking and do not eat much (the kids I mean) when we eat out. Want to collect some of the receipes I like the most and save it here. In hope of being used by me, in the later years or for Maya and Karthik as mom's cooking book reference:)

Maya’s note

Last Friday, I took off to be with Maya during her school holidays. Inspite of trying to be the best behaviour mom, I got angry on her when she refused to wear a pant saying she needs to put that for so many times. For a middle class family, she does have lots and lots of clothes. I buy for every small occasion here and we do the bulk buying in India trip as well. I asked her how many times do you think you have worn them and she replied about 4 times. I got very upset and started lecturing her as usual about how there are kids without food, water and how she should be grateful for what she has. Etc. She screamed back at me and I got upset and went for shower. After five minutes, she came in and asked me to tell her when I would be free to read her note. I didn’t know what it was and said casually to show it to me, she gave it to me and ran to her room. It was written, sorry for whatever I did wrong amma, will you love me still – to my best amma, from naughty maya. It took me back to my childhood years where I would always leave a note to my mom when I make her upset. I savoured that moment and wrote her back saying, It is not possible for me to stop loving you, I just want you to be happy with what you have etc. We exchanged a couple of notes back and forth and I saved it in my maya treasure box. I always thought of maya like her father, not very expressive and she has many of her behaviour similar to her dads’. But I was really honestly so happy and surprised to see that she does have some of my behaviour too. Whether it is like me or not, I really was happy about the fact that she understood it is wrong and knows how to apologise