Just go with the flow. Don’t hold on to grudges and act abnormal. Be your own self.  Easier said than done haan? I totally understand that its very hard to act the way you want to be when the receiver is not reciprocating even one tenth of it.

Although I give you this piece of my mind every now and then I am myself confused.  You win by confusing me don’t you?

I only wish to answer all your cornering questions and shut you down for once. Hope it just doesn’t die as a wish.

Yes, you the evil who jumps up high when triggered by external forces.  Its the good that is pleading you, please please allow me to be my own self !!!!

Decorations:

Adi’s name banner was done by me with fruits drawn in between each letter. Do you see those apples, strawberries and grapes? The girl hugged me at least a dozen times for this banner

Hanged these inflatable fruits randomly at different places and also at front door so that it will be easy for guests to locate our house. That is the hallway outside our apartment leading to backyard door.

M’s contribution to decoration was with streamers

Fruit based party supplies – invitations, plates, cups, napkins

Food:

I made fruit pizza, cup cakes with strawberry/blueberry toppings and arranged cut fruits/marshmallows in a platter with skewers. The idea was for kids to make their own fruit kebabs. All the three items were huge hit. I made two batches of fruit pizza still we didn’t have any for ourself and one of the mommy asked for a to go . Kids made kebabs of their like and the platter was empty within minutes. I kept cantaloupes, red seedless grapes and banana for the kebabs.  Another mommy didn’t believe that cup cakes were baked at home. M agreed with her but later said, he would have given credit to me if I had baked it from the scratch. I used the cup cake mix. Still it was me who baked it at the right temperature/time and decorated with frosting and fruits. Doesn’t that count? This guy exists just to make sure that I won’t fly in the air even for a nano second.

Cake cutting errr Fruit pizza cutting:

We also ordered cheese pizza and bought cheese puffs/juices for the kids. For adults (mostly non-Indians), Amma prepared chicken biriyani, onion raita, chicken pepper gravy, Idli, coconut chutney, rasam and white rice. I was surprised to see that all of them tasted every dish without any fuss. They loved indian food and appreciated Amma very much.

Games:

It was a week long discussion between Adi and myself. I gave her many options and the girl finally choose three among them.

Candy toss: Kids have to stand at a distance and toss candy into a bowl. They earn all the candies tossed into the bowl and the one who have tossed the most got a medal at the end. I bought fruit shaped hard candies for this game.

Pin the tail on the donkey: Kids will be blind folded and then have to stick the tail on the donkey. I bought the kit from dollar store and the game was a huge hit among the kids. The one who was closest to the actual tail got a medal.

Straw candies: Put M&M’s on one bowl and the kid has to take the M&M using a straw and put it on another bowl. We had advance levels for kids who were good at it. We kept increasing the distance between the bowls and then made them kneel to get the candy. Adults were attracted by the game and they tried their hands too.

Making fruit kebab was itself like a game and there was pinata too. The kids loved the medal ceremony

And of course bubbles.. They played bubbles at backyard.

Return gift:

Fruit tote bag, Snap circuit and their candy loots. The fruit tote bag can be squeezed like a fruit. I missed to take a picture of them. These pictures are taken from the original websites.

It was not an easy task. M and Amma helped me to pull it together. It was a budget party and I was very glad as the actuals was very close to my initial estimation. There were obviously some tensions around like I kept the decorated cup cakes inside “just used” oven and the frosting started to melt. Luckily I noticed it at the right time and took the cup cakes off the oven. Then, Adi was throwing up in the morning. But, overall the party exceeded our expectation and we all had great fun. For once, I didn’t forget anything (remember the last time I forgot party hats?).

Thanks to our apartment supervisor. If he had not cleaned up the backyard I would not have planned this party at all. Also, thanks to LHB. He was a darling through out the party. He settled in ammachi’s lap and spent all the time observing the kids around. There was not even a tiny whine.

ETA: She was upset with the boys in the party. There is this girl disease and boy cancer viral and girl/boy thing going on now. Looks like if a boy touches a girl he will turn into a girl and that’s girl disease. Don’t ask me about boy cancer. I didn’t ask them either.  Looks like these boys threw most of her stuff in a bucket full of water and she was very upset about it.  Still she gave me thumbs up and 5/5 for the party and that’s is all I wanted end of day

We had around 10 kids and 10 adults in total.

For those interested I bought most of these items from orientaltrading.com and rest from dollar store except for the snap circuit.  Oriental is a very good site for party supplies and its value for money.

On her birthday eve we went to Paratha junction for dinner. It was a bad choice as food was not great. Still, all that mattered to the little girl is that she went to a restaurant with family for dinner on her birthday.

On a different note, this was my breakfast on the party day which collided with Mother’s day. Adi fixed this for me with Ammachi’s help. She remembered that  I like Idli podi for the side. A thoughtful girl I have She also asked me what did I give to my Amma?

Btw that’s her old picture in new frame.

Last Friday I took Amma to a restaurant for lunch and gave her the printed copy of  ”My Amma” post. She was overwhelmed is an understatement.

It took me few seconds to respond but I am glad I handled it quite well instead of goofing up. It was totally an unexpected moment. I took a deep breath and said “Yes, its true though you may get it only for 3 to 4 days a month and its called menstruation”. With that we moved on to our own work. One of her schoolmate was the source for her.

Note to self and fellow mommies:

1. Don’t worry about how to initiate the talks rather prepare yourself to handle the questions at unexpected moment.

2. It makes it easier to talk about it as science and more importantly in not-a-big-deal tone.

3. Acknowledge and keep the talk brief. No matter what you do, the moment they raise the question give full attention to them and respond to all their questions briefly.

4. If you are not able to respond at that moment simply say “Yes, what you have heard is true but shall we talk about it after a while? Then, remember to talk about it when both are involved in some task like while folding clothes together or chatting in general. The child should be in a state of mind to ask more questions. Probably start with some general talk and then move on to the specific topic. Check with them if they want to talk about it before proceeding. Maintain the casual tone throughout the talk.

5. Don’t explain in detail unless they are ready to listen.

There could be better ways to handle this but these are my first hand experience. Hope this helps someone someday…

Adi doesn’t want me to kiss her in public and says “don’t embarrass me” if I call her by cute names or act weird in public.  I am missing those days when simple yet weird acts like a swift dance move, a jump here and there, saying “yo-yo in rap style” made my girl laugh. Today they embarrass her. I don’t want my little girl to grow up so fast!!!!! I am not ready to accept her as a grown up yet.

IS THERE A WAY TO PAUSE THE TIME ONLY FOR MY GIRL?????

P.S: I am behind by few days on clearing my reader and responding to comments. Will get to it soon.  I will also make a separate post on the fruit themed party. Thank you all for the birthday wishes to Adi…

It just feels like yesterday that I wrote the first letter to you on your 6th and here I am already writing the third letter. Your attitude and behavior has changed drastically this year. I have heard about the tween phase that starts at about 10 but is there any pre-tween phase and is there any parenting guidance to handle that phase? Its high time I upgrade my parenting skills as you strongly show the signs of a tween already. I have also heard that girls grow faster than boys but I didn’t realize it would be this fast. Please give me some space to breathe and accept that you are no more my cute little baby that once was a mommy pleaser and cuddled me every night.

You say it loud that “you don’t have to like something/someone because your parents like it/them”, “You need not be good at everything”, “You cannot please everyone all the time”.  Every time you utter these gyans I stand there awestruck.

The phrases you commonly use are “never mind”, “what now?”, “it is not fair”, “whatever”, “leave me alone”, “move on people move on”… Let me explain

“never mind” happens when you ask us for something and then swiftly change your mind.

“what now?” happens when you are lost during the screen time. I explain ten times to you, you nod all the way as if you understand with eyes glued to the screen and finally ask “what now?”

“it is not fair” happens for anything and everything. At one point I was so annoyed on hearing it every other minute and brought you back to ground with a fun game. If you say it more than 5 times a day then you have to pay me a quarter or else I pay you. I made fun of you on initial days by saying “come on come on say it say it. I need a quarter” when these words were about to slip through your mouth and you gulped it down with a huge scream. Then, you hummed those words for few days. Then , you said “I feel like saying those words but I won’t as I don’t want to lose”. Slowly and steadily you got better and my ears are more happier now upon not hearing those words as often as it used to.

“whatever” happens when I try to explain things in detail to you. Patience is slowly giving up on you. When I am in middle of explaining you either say “whatever just move on amma” or “whatever just tell me what I should do now”

“leave me alone” happens when you are outraged. You lock yourself inside a room for a while. We never console you as it only makes the situation worse. You come out once you feel better and we all act as if nothing happened. We do talk about the incident but later when you are ready for the conversation. See, I told ya! I feel like dealing with a restless teen to analyze her mood and think twice before initiating a conversation.

“I know, I know” happens when we try to grind the same stuff to make you realize the importance of the talk. You are slowly graduating from ” I know everything” phase to “Are you kidding me? How do you expect me to know everything? After all I am just a kid”.  It would be great if you could apply this logic at most times but sadly you use them only when they favor you.

“Fine then I am never ever going to do this ever again” with stomp happens when we don’t say yes to your request. You don’t want to listen to the but after no. So far you have cancelled your birthday plans at least a dozen times.

You call me “girl” these days. You say “go girl”, “get me this girl”, “it is getting late girl”. I am fine with that. Actually, I like that!!!

You yell when things are not done your way. Most of these could be influence from those tween shows but I have no idea on how to control it. Hope its a phase and you will outgrow them sooner. At the same time it sends shivers down my spine to think what is in store for coming years. You may outgrow this but what will you get into next?

You lost interest with “pattu” and we have suspended the class. May be I was the reason. I stand guilty for all those forceful practice sessions. Hope you will revive the interest someday.

Appa says all these are fine as long as you don’t get physical like hurting people or breaking things.  I nod half heartedly. After all you need a way to let out too right? But but isn’t this too early to talk about pressure, let out, relax? All I knew at the age of 8 was to eat what amma fixed, wear one of that 3 or 4 dress, play on the streets and sleep happily. Life was much simpler then.

Am I complaining too much? Looks like our honeymoon period is over and my letters are not going to be all rosy from now on. Please don’t take it personal dear. Its your age and I sincerely hope we will sail through this safely.

Now for the good parts

You are doing amazingly well at academics. You are a consistent first honor roll student inspite of skipping a grade.

You take care of school works by yourself. All we do is only signing the sheets. You fix your bag and remind me about all school activities.

You cannot hurt your friends. You love each one of them and you have a big gang. You skipped buying the italian ice when you friend’s mom denied your friend’s request citing cough and cold.  I knew how much you longed for an italian ice after all these winter days.  I love you pattumma.

You are an adorable big sister. You have a special song for LHB. I wish to capture the tune one day. Lyrics go like this “I love you, yes I do. Whom do I love more than you? Nobodyyyy. I love youuu”.  You talk to him at every single chance. You call him with many names. The most favorite is “thambi bambi” and “kuttyma”. You soothe him saying “Nalla irukkum kuttyma nalla irukkum azha kudadhu seriyaa”. As of now he holds half of your heart and rest is shared by family and friends. He stands number one in your list.  You are a totally changed person when you are with him. Every morning you drink milk sitting by his side. You tell him all that you do. When you step out you say “Akka poittu varaen. sekirama vandhuduvaen seriyaa”.. LHB is blessed and lucky to have an akka like you. Hope this guy deserves your love and treats you the same way.

You don’t hold on to grudges for long. Though you scream and cry, you do what we request you to do and that gives me so much peace.

You are good at planning. You use homework passes wisely. Like you have saved the homework pass received last week and using it today so that we can go out for dinner on your special day.

We follow a tradition at home that is set by you. When one of us ask “do you like it?” to another our response should be “NO”. It should be “No I don’t like it but I love it”. You go mad if we respond with a “yes” for the “do you like it?”. We are wierd that ways!!!

You leave that one strand of hair on your face just because one day I accidentally spilled out that you look all grown up with this new style. You can easily spend hours in front of the mirror. Like we say “the mirror” will miss you so much when we move out of this house.

You have asked to save my “cooking diary” so that you can pass it on to your offspring.

When I asked if your kid would call me “ammachi” you snapped, ammachi is a tamil name amma. What if I marry a Hindi man? Very true!!!!! There is no pressure at all darling.

You are still scared of the dark. No amount of explaining or cajoling works. You absolutely cannot step out of the room if all lights are switched off.

You still co-sleep with us and that’s a top secret. You truly badly want your own room to be setup just for you and sleep there at least theoretically.

You are dealing with some health issues now. The treatment requires at least half an hour of our time every night and you are cooperating very well. I engage you with ABS (Akbar Birbal Stories) at this time and you are now looking forward to these sessions.

I am still wondering at how you convinced Appa to get you that american girl doll. Julie is your best buddy and you love her.

You  had a fantabulous (if I may say so myself) fruit themed party at home this year. **preening alert** Master mind was amma!!!

As you requested Amma will gift you the doll and few more stuff through a treasure hunt okie? Oh you love treasure hunts.

May God bless you with good health all through your life. That’s the only wish I have for you this year.

Love you always,

Amma

She got married at the tender age of 15 imagining marriage as child’s play,  gave birth to her first child at 17 after struggling for three days and nights and groomed herself as a woman learning life along with her offspring in tow.  You name a class, she would be there learning cooking, baking, knitting, stitching. Hailing from a bigger family she funnily recollects the early married days when she cooked in biggest kadai for just two. She is now the well wisher for my maternal uncles and aunts. They call him “akka” (big sister) inspite of her being their father’s sister. The maternal clan from my generation, for that matter all of them call her “mummy” even after starting their own family. Such is the way she treats family. Thank you amma for its your love for family that led me sail through difficult times and guide my family with love and affection as the primary focus.

Once a friend, she will always be a friend with you. “Aunty” is very popular in my friend’s circle for her hospitality, food and companionship.  No one will put the phone down without asking about aunty. She owns big big vessels just to cook away for friends and family get togethers with love as the secret ingredient. She still maintains contact with those mami’s and mama’s whom she befriended some 40 years back. She makes at least a dozen sweets and savouries for Diwali. The preparations will start ten days in advance, the stove will be brought down and the house will be filled with smell of ghee.  She has come a long long way in cooking as she recollects from learning to boil water to making the sumptuous wheat halwa and mysore pas. Thank you amma for its your determination that had led me to learn cooking and enjoy baking with my daughter.

She had hosted distant relatives from our native village during their exile to chennai for a better life. Its quite common to have an impromptu visitor to our home at odd hours. She befriends domestic help akka, pal-kara-amma, kerai- kara-amma, meen-kara-amma, pazha-kara-amma, paper-podara-anna, poo-kara-amma. Come to my home mid morning or afternoon you can see one of this amma or akka taking rest at our porch after selling on the streets screaming their lungs out. Its our home where they stop by for a lota of water and some days even for their lunch. The meen-kara-amma (fisher woman) even cleans the fish for her when she returns after sale to rest for a while. She gives them company as they rest talking nineteenth to the dozen.  No, we neither lived in a bungalow nor had surplus financial status but she had never hesitated to host people in that small two bedroom rented house.  Thank you amma for it is your love and warmth for people that was instilled deep down in my heart that led me to build nice people around me.

She had taught us to always address relatives with the relationship names like atthai, mama, chithappa, chithi, periappa,periamma. We call most of our relatives only by relationship. The generic uncle and aunty was rarely used. Whoever comes home, we should at least greet them with a “hello, how are you?” Locking inside the room had never been a choice.  Thank you amma for its your actions that had taught me the act of socializing and the importance of relationship.

She suffers from severe OCD when it comes to cleaning. I have seen her with inch tape on her shoulder to measure the distance between wall and sofa while cleaning. Her home will always be spick and span, even the distance between the toys at living room showcase will be measured to micro inches.  She dresses up so elegant while stepping out that people ask “where do you work?” instead of “do you work?”. It is a delight to watch her in those pressed cotton sarees with neat pleats and matching blouse. She never compromises on dressing up especially on the matching blouse. She followed the same rule for us too. She would travel to the other end of city to just buy one shirt for my bro. She wouldn’t hesitate to empty the purse if I liked the salwar, ofcourse after saving the coins for return train ticket. At the same time she taught us the value of money. I am still wondering on how she pampered her kids to the core and at the same time instilled good values in them. As kids, we were never exposed to financial issues of the family. She would make everything affordable for us yet make us realize the value behind it. Thank you amma for all the bold decisions that you have taken for our betterment and its the way you handled us that I am reflecting on my parenting skills today.

She had never shown any difference in the way my brother and I was brought up. I have only heard about gender inequality but never experienced it in my family. When asked whom do you love the most she would say “both my kids are my two eyes” and laugh away when I counter her as ‘Am I the cataracted eye?” She soon got the other eye cataracted too and I was left with no option to pull her leg.  Instead of restricting, she gave me full freedom and enabled me to understand how to use that freedom in the right way. Is that your way of teaching amma? Thank you amma for its your support and encouragement that made me who I am today and enabled me to lead my life with confidence.

To sum it up I realize that I am turning to be you in your early thirties amma. In every action of mine as a mother I see you. Most incidents appear like a replay with just change of roles where I play as you and my daughter plays as me.  Many times we think alike and speak each other’s mind much to the other one’s surprise.

Thank you amma for teaching us by living and not by preaching or enforcing.

Thank you amma for instilling the thoughts in us to transform and rise up according to the situation rather than training us with dry runs. I am trying my best to focus on correcting Adi’s thoughts than correcting her actions as a better thought process will eventually lead to better action.

Thank you amma for making me realize that it most matters as how a kid evolves as an individual while starting its own life. My life is a living example. I am a lazy bum in your presence where as I roll up my sleeve when the responsibility is on me.  Preparing for tomorrow needs as much attention as correcting today’s action.

Thank you amma for believing in your kids and trusting them one hundred and one percent.

Thank you amma for making us realize the importance of education. I can’t forget those trips you made to your friend’s place to get loan to pay our education fees and those late nights when you sit along with us reading magazines as we prepare for our board exams.

Thank you amma for being there for me and our family. Just your presence does wonders to us.

Thank you amma for taking in all that crap I through on you yet lift me up when I break down.

Thank you amma for listening to me and never judging me.

Thank you amma for even justifying our anger towards you.

Thank you amma for never letting us down in front of others.

Thank you amma for being selfless and giving me wonderful childhood that turned into beautiful memories to cherish.

Thank you amma for looking at life through my eyes and being active part of my month long preparations for every birthday.

You are the only one to whom I speak from my heart with no filters.

Like I told Adi the other day, there is no “bad mommy” in this world. She asked “How about a witch?”,  I said, even a witch will be good to her own kid. No mommy can be bad. Period

And as I read somewhere “God created amma’s to help him out as he cannot tend to all his creations at the same time”.

Happy mother’s day to my bestest amma and all the amma’s out there!!!!!

Cross posted at IMC. Do checkout their site. They are celebrating motherhood at a different level.

So far so good.. LHB is an easy maintance guy who cries only if he needs something and can be pacified within minutes. All you have to do is put him on your shoulders and pat for few minutes. I guess he has taken after his mom’s genes what say

*bokka vai – In literal meaning its toothless mouth.

What’s your experience with solving cube?

Third layer

At school she is now reading Roald Dahl’s

James and the Giant Peach
Matilda

And at home she is engrossed into “Diary of a wimpy kid” series.

Updated list: http://anisnest.wordpress.com/books-we-read/third-grade-books/

It was all well planned. The time to leave home, surgery slot, Adi’s drop/pickup plans but what fun without last minute surprises huh?. My due date was 11th Feb and the actual day was scheduled as 4th Feb at 7:30 am. We were asked to come to the hospital at 5:30am. Bags were packed the previous day, M woke up at 2am, I woke up at 3am and we were all set to leave home around 4:30am. Surprising eh? the ever-late-to-all-places family was ready ahead of time. We couldn’t just wait to hold LHB in our hands. Adi and parents stayed back at home. The plan was that amma will help Adi to get ready to school,appa will drop her and in the evening once I move out of the post-op ward, M will bring them to hospital to see the baby. Perfect eh?

M and I left home at 4:30am, reached hospital quarter after 5, registered our arrival and we were asked to wait. A nurse came after a while and dropped a bombshell. She asked “why did you guys come so early? your surgery is scheduled for 10:30 am”. She checked, rechecked and confirmed that all records only say it as 10:30 am We didn’t know what to do. So, sat there in the corridor recollecting all that my doctor said during previous office visits. He said “I have 3 c-sections on 4th and you are the first. I will be fresh in the morning so nothing to worry”. What do I say now? I don’t know if I am the 2nd or 3rd and will my doctor be fresh enough? what if he is all exhausted when it is my slot. The prego fear that stuck to me like fevicol on day one of seeing those pink lines was manifolding every passing second in last few hours.

After a while, the nurse took us to a room where they started IV and started monitoring baby’s movement as I was asked not to eat or drink anything after 9pm the previous night. We were in the same room until 11 am.  M called doctor’s office after 9am and they also said that we are scheduled for 10:30 am I have no clue as from where did my doctor pull it as 7:30 am. I couldn’t just take all the funda he gave about me being the first in his list.

The doctor stepped into the  room around 10:45am, said he got another emergency case and our 10:30 is further postponed by another half an hour **rolls eyes**. He looked very tensed and I lost all my hope at the very sight of him. M said not to ask him anything about the 7:30 as he is already tensed and this will only make him more distracted. He also didn’t show any sign about the 7:30. Good part is M and I got to be in that small room alone for more than three hours, watched sunrise through the wide window and talked all random stuff which we hardly do (may be never?).

The wait continued and around 11:30 am the doctor came in with anaesthetist, handed over the IV bag in my hand and asked me to walk to the theater. Yes, I walked to the theater with my IV bag and two doctors on both sides. M was taken to a different room to change his dress. He was there with me all the time. When I asked the doctor if I can use the bath room before going into the theatre he said he didn’t want to miss this spot and will clear my bladder with a tube in few minutes. There was a lot of tension in the air that was contagious. I felt the whole setup like a mission execution with every second being calculated.

At OT, I was asked to sit with back straight on a narrow six feet bed and anaesthetist started his work. They gave me spinal and no one was around until the anaesthetist was done with his work. But, the moment he was done and I started to feel the numbness a group of people were around me and started with their work. My doctor was explaining every step that he was doing to a fellow doctor and in next few minutes LHB was out to be precise at 11:52am. All the while M was seated next to me holding my hand tight. There was a screen below my chest so we couldn’t see what was happening on the other side.

The moment LHB was taken out I felt some emptiness as if some big vital part was removed from my body. He was brought closer to us for the skin contact. I kissed him on his forehead and then he was taken away for his initial check up. He weighed 3.6kgs and had lots and lots of hair all over his body. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. They gave us his first footprints. Then followed the stitching back of my incision and I was moved to post op ward. M was with LHB as he was taken to nursery after initial checkup. I didn’t lose my conscious at all and got to see LHB again in the evening around 6:30pm.

Unfortunately, Adi was not allowed to come to the hospital due to high flu alert in the town. She was very upset with this and missed us terribly for the next four days. Amma and M took turns in staying at the hospital though it was not required at all. The security system and service at the hospital was exceptional. Nurse was available all the time at one press of the button and they were so friendly. I have to talk about the food. It was like a room service at a 5 star hotel. We had to call and order for every meal and the menu had so many varieties. I tried different items for every meal, to list a few pancakes, hash browns, french toast, flavored yogurts, baked chicken with lemon sauce, vegetable lasagna, Alfredo chicken pasta, baked tilapia over rice, sandwiches and juices.

On 6th Feb, LHB lost 8% of his birth weight and the pediatrician said we have to switch him to supplement if I am not producing milk as losing more weight will expose him to jaundice. As it takes at least 2 to 3 days for the mother to produce milk we gave him Enfamil for that night so that he can put on some weight and we will be cleared to go home the next day.  By that time, the nurse helped me to pump the colostrum that stimulated milk production in me. I must thank the baby nurse who was on duty that night. She visited us every other hour, helped us with feeding him and ensured that he gained 300grams by next morning before the pediatrician’s checkup.

I walked the very next day of surgery, took my shower on third day and was all set to leave the hospital on the fourth day (7th Feb). I must also thank the nurse who was on duty the third day. She was so kind and helpful. We reached home in the evening on 7th Feb and the bedroom has been our nest for next one month. We hardly moved to other parts of the house and had everything served to the room. LHB kept me on the strict two hour feeding cycle for the first month. Now, I have started to pump occasionally as I am having thrush problem and pumping will also help me when I start work from this month end.

I had many many plans to execute on this leave but haven’t done anything yet. Not even one single thing. Mind is always in zombie state with sleepless nights so not able to think or focus on anything My reader will cry out loud if I don’t tend to it soon. With amma being around I am only getting lazier day by day. Hope to get back to routine soon. Appa had to travel back last month on emergency. M is busy with his work. LHB has proved to be a lucky charm to M. He got his long awaited promotion on the second day after LHB’s birth and things were in general working out well for M.

Adi – I will save the best about big sister for a later post. “Anything for LHB” is her mantra now. Even getting up at midnight to get his diaper. Hope that explains everything. She gets to sleep in the same room as LHB on Friday and Saturday nights.

I have been writing this post since yesterday and don’t feel like ending it at all. How I missed writing my heart out. Sorry for the long post but it feels great to have poured out most of the details I still have a mountain to say

Leaving you all with LHB’s picture taken during first week. Many are saying that he resembles Adi and I We are also called the “fours gang” as LHB shares his birth date with me and Adi is born on 13th (1+3). M is half of us as he is born on 20th

LHB doesn’t look anything like this now and guess his face will keep changing until he turns two.

Let me just publish this post before another point pops up in my mind. Thats what I have been doing since yesterday “oh I missed to write about that!!!”

How are you all doing? Hope all is well with you all. take care

P.S: This post is from my mac

As of this moment she has a little bro but yet to see in real life as she says to everyone. We are still in the hospital and kids are not allowed to visit due to high flu alert We just skyped.

He was born on 4th Feb and the birth story will follow soon. Please join me in welcoming LHB to this blog and send lot of positive vibes to my little big girl who is missing us very badly.