Alternatively, \m/ for mommy
You know you are almost a stranger to your own blog when you forget your username and password. Blame it on the post 33 grey cells (yes, THIRTY THREE! And to think I once lamented turning 28!) And in case anyone was wondering, this is exactly how we grow old.
Being a mommy to a two and half year old means a whirlwind of activities most of which involve having to wipe instant crocodile tears and dancing along with Mickey freaking Mouse and his friends on TV. I sometimes find myself humming cartoon show tunes at work and quickly stop before anyone realizes I am a huge Doraemon fan. Who wouldn’t love a robot from the future sent back in time by the creator to improve the quality of life of his 10 year old great, great grandfather! I could use a robot slave or two myself right now.
Not that I want to indulge in Baby Olympics but Lee can now recite the entire English as well as Hindi alphabets and has recently learnt how to write ‘A’. I find this incredible because as a kid, I played throughout the year during nursery, learned big alphabets in LKG and small alphabets only in UKG! So now we have the walls of our house covered in weirdly misshapen A’s – let me tell you – whoever paints their house in anticipation of a child is really just throwing money down the drain!
These toddlers seem to live on air and biscuits, I swear. Feeding time is a battle in itself and so is night time. Today, I had to spend exactly an hour trying to put her to sleep when she was willing to anything but sleep. Bedtime rituals involve telling the story of “The TV and that fan and that table and the lizard on the wall” and almost anything she can spot in the night light. Sometimes I doze off and she in turn sings me a lullaby, “Hush lil mummy, don’t say a word…”. I have to try not to laugh out loud or else she’s up in an instant and up to her wide-awake tricks such as shaking head and shoulders, pretty much Exorcist-style.
It has been years since I have been to watch a movie and have forgotten how pop corn tastes like. The last one I watched had been Avatar which means the exiled humans have reached halfway back to earth by now. Also, contrary to popular belief, its not because of motherhood that I have stayed away from blogging much to the disappointment of my reader(s). Its just that I’m plain lazy. Therefore, I will:
(a) Either continue writing on random topics henceforth, as and when I can; or
(b) See you all in another year
… whichever is sooner.
Yours, to take the Mickey
Rinchen \m/
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