Yesterday, baby D accidentally peed on the floor while playing. It isn't unusual but instead of giving him the looks or the talks, I expressed a subtle sigh of disappointment and walked towards the balcony to fetch an old cloth meant for cleaning the toddler-made mess. When I turned again, he was standing behind with... Continue Reading →
Last week, while taking a stroll across the park, I stumbled upon a mother of three. This sensibly dressed lady being a complete stranger, I warned myself not to discuss anything personal but safely stick around exchanging names and other formal stuff. However, fate had other plans. Four birthing stories, three confessions, two cups of... Continue Reading →
"Shool..joyee joyeee!", baby D exclaims in the loudest tone, as we enter the inner gate of his playschool. He is super excited to get back to school after a two week vacation. Even amidst a relatively large group of teachers and little kids, he could spot his own teacher from a certain distance. "Goo baagu,... Continue Reading →
It's hard to get your teen off the couch, but a lack of exercise could put your teen at risk. Here's 6 motivation techniques to get them moving.
It is the third time I try and fail at folding my son's hand towel to perfection. Pressing with an iron box would be too much of an effort, considering the size of the cloth. I proceed anyway. Two piping hot idlis get diced and distributed along with a dash of thenga chutney in a... Continue Reading →
Image Courtesy: unsplash.com Teacher: Dear Children, you may bring your mumma, papa, grandmas and grandpas to school for this year's Christmas day celebration. That preschooler: They are very busy. Can I bring my metro train instead? °°°°°° Teacher: Fish lives in water. That preschooler: NO. Fish lives in the fridge. °°°°°° Teacher: Wow, your name... Continue Reading →
This is the first thing that popped up in my mind when I decided to scrawl back in WP. Mom guilt is a noxious emotion that every single mother in this world goes through during various stages of parenting. We do whine about our saggy possessions, tiger marks, ever-growing bellies (and what not) but when... Continue Reading →