Jingle all the way

The fireplace is crackling away and Kelly is comfortably ensconced in her bean bag chair. While her good old record player belted out Beethoven’s 9th Symphony, Mr. Puffpuff hunkered down beside her in his cozy little bed.  

Ever since the weather locked her indoors, Kelly had been binge reading. The snow hasn’t stopped since two days and the forecast for the next two days doesn’t look any promising either. The front yard is covered by a thick blanket of snow and the snow flakes under the street light looked like flickering diamonds dancing in the air. 

It was that time of the year and every house in the neighborhood was adorned with Christmas trees and colorful lights. The Parsons have put two trees this year, perhaps the smaller one is for the newest member of their family. “What a thoughtful way to welcome the junior!”, she mused. Mrs. Evelyn and her children are out in their backyard gaily making snow angels. Even the gloomy, hazy winter could not overcast the spirit of the festivities.

Kelly looks up at the clock and it was already half past six. She looks around and the house looks festive and impeccably clean. Fragrant flowers are perfectly arranged in the vases atop the fireplace and the aroma of apple cinnamon scented candles was in the air. Her front door was adorned with flower wreath and the little wooden plank in the center says Welcome. The old socks are hung over the fireplace, just in case Santa drops by. The Christmas tree in the corner is beautifully decorated with ornaments.

“Nanna would be so proud, don’t you think Mr. Puffpuff?”, said Kelly. But Mr. Puffpuff, who had been diligently following her wherever she went, looked at her sternly, licked his nose in response and then looked away. “Of course! You and your little puggy attitude.”, she thought.

Unlike last 3 winters, bad weather disrupted her plans of spending this Christmas at her nanna’s. To make up for it, she had made her nanna’s famous gingerbread cookies. “Cookies and eggnog is not a bad idea, what do you think Mr. Puffpuff?”, asked Kelly. Mr. Puffpuff, only seemed to care about his treat jar that he could smell from afar. She walks up to the closet and grabs his treat and grabs a few cookies and some egg nog for herself, and settles down next to the fireplace. 

“Well Mr. Puffpuff, it’s just Beethoven, you and me this time! Cheers!!”, she said leaning back on the bean bag chair and stretching her legs in front of her. “And that’s not a bad idea either, Merry Christmas!”. 



A glimpse of good old Hyderabadย 

The other day I had a chance to go around the city to shop for my sisters baby shower. Something I hardly get to do these days. So I took this opportunity to click a few pictures of the oldest city in South India. These snaps by no means do any justice to its rich history and heritage.

This is one of the busiest streets in Hyderabad and the houses you see in the picture date back to 18th century.

Daily prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/traditional/


Thinking out loudย 

Random thoughts and observations:

  • I had been in a reflective mood today all of a sudden. Several times during the day I found myself contemplating random situations without my rational mind bumbling around. It was as if the monkey was out on vacation!
  • Observed that when you go out shopping for ready to wear clothes, the salespeople gladly and unhesitatingly decide for you your dress size by scanning your girth. (Why, thank you for noticing!)
  • Had an interesting or rather weird thought cross my mind. Does one person overeating mean another person depriving? Should we be ingesting only the needful amounts? Are we claiming ownership on someone else’s portions by overeating? If all of us prepared appropriate portion sizes and stick with it, would that save someone else their meal? Could this save the world hunger problem? If this thought could keep me from overeating, then I am all for it! Hmm!


Many moods in a day

Honestly, I don’t know how to begin this post today. The day was quite eventful to say the least! So, I thought I would write an account of the highlights and indicate the moods too! Just for fun๐Ÿ˜ƒ!!

So, let me begin with a happy note. My toddlers third birthday is fast approaching (July 22) and our shopping is on full throttle. Since this is his first birthday in India, the family has decided to celebrate it with a few close friends and relatives. And since the husband is in Atlanta, he can only see the event on screen. So I am trying to make sure that he loves the outfits we all will be wearing on that day (the kids and I). Also, he thought it would be fun if the three of us wear coordinating colors. So, after a lot of back and forth, we decided on these orange shades! I am glad that that’s settled. Happy happy!๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Now, amidst the shopping madness, we lost a piece of my sons outfit in one of the stores. We realized that much later and needless to say, that got me very upset. So we had to retrace our steps and visit all three stores to locate the thing. We could finally find it in the last one. The good samaritans of that store saved it for us and were happy to see us get it back. Happy and glad!๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜„!

Then this afternoon I was surprised to see our house help from 11 years ago, as I walked into my aunts living room downstairs. She was happy to see me and so was I! This is a good old lady from eons ago when I just started my first job. So many buried memories came back rushing. The excitement of the first job and the thrill of the newly found independence! Nostalgic, yet happy! ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜Š

The most happiest I have been today was when I saw my toddler dance to the tunes of “If you’re happy and you know it” and “The wheels on the bus”. It just made my day! Happy times infinity!๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Then as the day ended, I was a little taken aback when I realized that half of our 3 months stay in India is over. We have exactly another one and half months to go. But I still have a list of things to do before I leave. So I guess that will keep us busy the rest of our stay! A bit sad but sure as hell hopeful! ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜‡


My sons little yellow car

I took my son for some toy shopping today. As we were looking around, a pretty yellow car caught his fancy. I showed him plenty of prettier toys but he rejected them all and settled for this one. He held on to it with so much gusto that I couldn’t muster up the courage to say no. So we bought it. 

Little did I realize that, that car makes honking and screeching noise when its tires move. Unfortunately, there is neither a turn off button on it nor volume adjustment. You either have to get rid of the batteries that are underneath the tightly screwed panel or get rid of the car altogether. But neither was an option. Had I realized about the noise sooner, I would have pulled out the batteries but it was too late and I didn’t want to take any drastic steps before bedtime, as that would only upset him. 

Now, my son is used to going to bed with a toy every night, so he brought this one along tonight. And he usually co-sleeps with me and his little brother. That’s right, you can guess the rest of the story now and the “not so quiet” night that lies ahead of me as I write this. Fun times! (but honestly, anything for him). 

So, the lesson for me today is either to be extra vigilant of the kind of stuff I buy for my kids or be proactive and take smart steps to avoid upsetting situations. 

And here’s hoping for a pleasant night!


My “shoe box” full of words

When we start to pour our thoughts out on our blog, dont we all kind of resort to a certain style of writing that is quite unique to us? A signature style of our own, if you will! A big part of this personal style can be attributed to our vocabulary. Each one of us have a set of words that we keep using in a cyclic fashion. 

If you can picture it, it’s sort of like a “shoe box” somewhere in the recesses of the brain that contains a collection of frequently used words. But what if a word you are familiar with and know the meaning of, is still missing from that box?

This is exactly what happened, when I saw “Caper” for todays word prompt. I thought, “now that’s something that doesn’t chime with my style!“. I am sure I came across it several times and know its meaning but it does not exist in my repertoire yet. That is, I am not naturally inclined to use it in my writing. Caper means: skip or dance about in a lively or playful way. Its synonyms are dance, skip, prance, etc. Now those, I would use. 

This not the first time. Several of the daily prompt words that I come across dont go with my personal style of writing. But, dont get me wrong! I am not complaining. Infact, I like the idea of adding more words to my “shoe box” so that I can expand my personal dictionary. The more, the merrier, isnt it? Besides, it also sparks the creativity and allows one to think outside the box! Literally and figuratively! And I am all for that!!


Who’s next?

My 3 year old has this habit of spilling water. So my mom thought she would enact slipping and falling down in hopes of teaching him the consequences. 

Mom(on the floor, pretending to be in pain and winking at me at the same time): Who spilled water on the floor? I slid and fell down and I am in pain. Can someone help me! 

Son(extending his hand for help): Here you go granny! 

Then turns to me and grabs my arm and goes: Mommy, its your turn now!


My little guy’s milestoneย 

To a mom, every little thing about her child is a big deal and I am no exception. I had to mark this page on my blog today to share my little guy’s milestone. My 6 month old surprised everyone by sitting up on his own for the first time. Luckily, I was able to capture the moment in my phone and share it with the family.
Parenting is sure not easy and I have just begun, but it’s moments like these that make everything worthwhile. 


Conversations with my toddler

There are a lot of things that make me happy and my kids undoubtedly top that list. This week had been pretty uneventful except for the little excitement that my toddler brought to each day. 
He is at that age where he is exploring the vocabulary and learning to express his thoughts. Here are some exciting conversations that occurred between us this week.

Scene #1: This one happened just the other day when I was trying to put him to bed 

Me: Sweetie, come lets go to bed.

Toddler: No!

Me: Hey, its bedtime!

Toddler(holding an egg in his hands): No, iss eggtime!(No, its eggtime!)

Scene #2: When I took his infant brother in my arms while they were playing together, he demands, “Hey, gimme back my bvothaa! (Hey, give me back my brother!)”.

Scene #3: While teaching his grandmother (my mom) how to play a jigsaw puzzle on iPad, he goes, “Vook gvama, put this heere!(Look grandma, put this here!)“, pointing to a piece. When my mom gets it right, he goes, “Wevv done gvama!(Well done grandma!)”.

Scene #4: Playing with my mom yet another time he goes, “You notty notty pivate, gimme back my thoys!(You naughty naughty pirate, give me back my toys!)”. Yes, that is two naughty’s together and I am sure he got this from Morphle, a kids show he loves to watch.

Scene #5: He approaches his little brother, coddles him and goes, “Aww, thayyudu is so cute!”.(He calls his brother thayyudu).

Scene #6: When I invite him to go out with me, a homebody that he is, goes, “Bye bye mommy! I stay home, watch bugs with gvama!”(Bye bye mommy! I stay home and watch bugs with grandma!”).

His words are still broken and he occasionally messes up his grammar, yet the lilt in his tone and the intensity of his emotion sure make me chuckle. I can see his budding personality shine through words.