Boo Boo, Mamma and Daddy

What was I thinking?

booboosmamma — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 19:26:18 +0000

When I came up with this idea. So here is what happened yesterday. I was working at a different office location which happens to be next door to husbands office. We both finished work @ 6:00pm and decided to go home together. And I got this idea which we were driving back home.
Before I divulge what was the brilliant idea, let me give you a little background.
Munchkin is a certified daddy’s little girl. She and her dad share this wonderful bond and you can see all the love she has for him in her eyes. The moment he walks in she is the center of his attention, she wants him to hold her and she will just sit there in his lap doing nothing. When I come back from work, she does come to me, I hold her for a few minutes, put her down, spend time with booboo, fix his evening snack, chocolate milk and then go change and freshen up. While I am doing all this Ms.Munchkin is entertaining herself. No complaints there. Husband comes home a little late almost an hour after I reach and the moment she hears the door open, its like she is a changed person. She starts squealing and crawling towards the door. And from then on she is with him practically following him everywhere and demanding to be carried.
Now since you guys know her normal behavior around me and her father let me come to what happened yesterday. So I suggested to husband that since we are going home at the same time, let us enter the house at the same time and go stand in the living room. Lets see what will the Munchkin do. Where will she go first to me or you? He laughed at me and warned me that this test will bring a lot of disappointment to me as he is sure that she will come crawling to him. And guess what, that’s how it went. We both enter the house and stand next to each other. She doesn’t even look at me, starts grinning and crawls to husband and stretches her arms asking him to hold her.
Yes I was a little disappointed. Felt sad. But again what was I thinking. She is clearly daddy’s little darling.

evry time, every single time

booboosmamma — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 04:54:14 +0000

I make my coffee in the microwave. i put sugar and milk in a cup, heat it up for 90secs and then add coffee powder and then heat it up again. second time i should heat it for 30seconds only. but for some reason everytime i make coffee (its not regular though) i manage to over heat and coffee spills and the glass plate is covered in coffee.
due to this one i loose some coffee and two it takes me extra work to clean it up.. sad part, i dont learn my lesson.

How do you cope

booboosmamma — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 03:57:43 +0000

With the various phases of life. Happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, jealousy, thrill, achievements etc.
I know some who resort to alcohol, some turn to religion, some go to meditation, art of living, some talk to family, some give up on life.
If it is happiness I make a toast, go somewhere nice with family, spend time with husband, talk about it. I do pretty much same when I am going through negative emotion except for the toast of course.
What do you do?
How many of you turn to art of living? I am really curious to find out the logic behind it. Someone explain please

Looks like its over

booboosmamma — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 20:58:29 +0000

My affair with Ann Taylor Loft that is. Ever since I landed in this country Ann Taylor Loft has been my first choice for my outfits, mostly formal though. One of the main reasons was that there was a store on my way and I would walk past it like every single day to get my bus. I would step in to the store browse through the isles real quick and pick up something or the other. They have decent formal wear, they have petite size and are priced reasonable. What else could I ask for.
And then I changed office and my path changed and I Ann Taylor loft was no longer on my way. Well it was on the other side of the road which means I have to cross the road, wait for the signal to turn green twice and I was not ready to wait for it. And then I got pregnant which means it was maternity clothes only. Now I am back to my normal size. I moved offices again and there is an Ann Taylor store bang opposite my office and yesterday I paid it a visit during lunch hour. Browsed for a few minutes but for some reason did not like anything. I managed to come out of the store without any purchases. Trust me that is a wonder. I found the patterns and the colors and the style almost same as it was two years back. BORING.
Guess its time to move on and find a new store which suits my requirement.

Tuesday Ten

booboosmamma — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 01:35:42 +0000

Well i am five posts short for my Nablomopo. so trying to squeeze in a post or two before May ends. what else can be a easy post than a tag. nobody tagged me in particular but i saw this making rounds, so here you go.

1. Waking up on a weekend morning, with both my babies on my bed and snuggle with them.
2. Hugging and kissing my babies after return from work, its like i even forget that i went to work.
3. Spending alone time with husband, well thats a rare commodity these days but hoping to find some in the future.
4. Well prepared dish and getting appreciation for that.
5. A good night sleep which will last for eight hours. Its been a while.
6. Sunday afternoon cleaning spree and looking at the clean house, where everything is placed where it belongs. go ahead and think she lost it.
7. A task well accomplished.
8. Watching a good movie uninturrupted.
9. My walk in mid town Manhattan every morning, i love it.
10. Indian mithai, which reminds me that its been a long time, this weekend i am going to raid the indian sweets shop.

Being a vegetarian

booboosmamma — Tue, 31 May 2011 20:37:05 +0000

I am born into a family who are vegetarians; we do consume milk and derived products but do not eat any sea food, meat (red or white) and eggs. Growing up eating non-vegeterian food was not an option because it was not available. Well that’s not really true, I could eat from my classmates lunch boxes but I never had the desire to do that. Many times I was forced by my classmates to consume egg / chicken but I always used to refuse it politely. Never felt anything missing in my life.
I grew up, started going to collage and had the freedom to eat meat but again I never had the desire. I was always told about all the amazing food I am missing because of my pathetic vegetarian food habits. Again I never felt anything missing in my life, I loved vegetarian food and had ample choices, I never suffered any malnutrition, was a healthy person all through my life. As I grew old I faced the question, why I am a vegetarian. People used to make fun of me quoting that the maximum number of meat eaters are people from my community and how chicken prices are going up because how all the fake people from my community have started sneaking around and eating meat. Well I had no answer for that, I have no idea why one would eat, and I have no reason to question their reason to eat meat. All I know is that I DO NOT WANT TO EAT MEAT. I also came across senseless comments like oh you think eating meat equals to killing animals? How about all the plants you are killing? Really, that lame reasoning. I gave up and resolved not to engage in any conversation related to this.
I moved out of India and the biggest concern for me what about my eating habits, how I am going to adjust. I can tell this confidently, there is not a single day since I moved out where I did not have a vegetarian option. In Europe my options were very limited but in US, man I can eat out at every single day in New York City and not run out of exclusively vegetarian restaurants. Our team has a tradition of going out for lunches once every month and it warms my heart to see how they make sure there is plenty of vegetarian option for me. Also when I order I make sure that the dish I am ordering is actually vegetarian and that there is no chicken / beef broth or bacon added. The waiter is always patient and respects my questions, my co-workers never make fun of me being picky.
Back home I was always picked on for being a vegetarian; I don’t understand what’s wrong in being one. I am not asking you to give up meat, then why you want me to start eating meat. And why does it bother you if I state religious reasons? Yes, my religion doesn’t allow me to eat meat and I will not. Thank you very much. I am sure there is reverse discrimination also, vegetarians making faces when a meat eater is eating meat. Again that’s really un called for. What one eats is their choice and please treat it as food, do not try to look down upon that person for his / her dietary choices. Let us rise about these petty reasoning’s, and stop judging people on the basis of what they eat or drink. Live and let live.

Memorial day weekend and beach getaway

booboosmamma — Mon, 30 May 2011 10:15:16 +0000

This is going to be a short photo post. i will write about this in my next post.
here are some pictures

Memorial Day weekend

booboosmamma — Sun, 29 May 2011 01:11:36 +0000

Memorial day weekend marks the official begining of summer here. for the past two days, i can feel summer. its not too hot but yeah we need fans now and need to keep our windows open during night time. normally one would plan a nearby getaway during the first long weekend of summer. i do not have the desire to pack, plan and go somewhere, come back and then again unpack and get ready for work. want to relax and shave a staycation. may be hit the beach tomorrow.
so far my saturday is pretty good, lots of work incorporated , house cleaning which is normally a sunday thing is complete today. i am in general in a very relaxed mindset. i think its more to do with the fact that i have an extra day off from work.
Summer means no more layering and i can play dress up with munchkin. all her summer clothes are out and for the past three days i have been dressing her up in super cute outfits and taking tons of pictures, i am making memories for my old age. joys of having a daughter
as I said tomorrow could be a beach day. y’all have fun.

What mommy hood taught me?

booboosmamma — Fri, 27 May 2011 21:16:53 +0000

Monika tagged me to write about what mommy hood taught me. I am a mother of two babies, aged five and 9mth. Many of my perceptions changed, I changed a lot as a person after becoming a mother. I cannot really sum it up in a post as most of the things I feel cannot be expressed in words really. Nevertheless, here is an attempt.

1. Sleep is over rated: I was always under the impression that without the eight hour sleep I cannot function, i was so wrong; I can totally function on a 4-5 hours sleep and not complain. Sleep was one of the most important thing for me, not any more
2. I am less Judgmental: Cannot say I am not judgmental; I am but very less in comparison to what I was before. Even though I may not agree with what the other person is doing but I am able to look at things from their point of view. Here I must definitely add that I do get judgmental where people are wrong, like they are harming something / someone. I do judge there.
3. Kids are individuals: Many parents treat babies as an extension of themselves. Well they are upto some extent but we should not forget that they are full fledged individuals with a mind if their own. They do look up to us and learn from us but at the end of the day they have their own personality. So beyond certain limit its better not to push.
4. Parents need Mommy Time: It’s very important to have me time and unwind and get away from mommy duties. I do not do it as much as I should but whatever little I do, I like it.
5. Let go of small things and concentrate on bigger issues: do not fret if your child did not eat a meal but make sure he is not falling under wrong company. Do not fret over small things and also do not feel guilty.

Feeding her highness

booboosmamma — Thu, 26 May 2011 17:35:43 +0000

Every mother, well almost every mother has tales to tell, about the troubles she undergoes to feed her babies. I cannot help but compare both my kids here. Booboo is a good eater but very picky. So if you give him what he wants he will eat well, but munchkin on the other hand eats very small quantities and also is picky. Well I know its very early on in her life, and habits change and I really wish her eating habits change.
Since her birth she barely drinks 1-2ozs of milk at a time. I spend about an hour and three sessions to feed her 5ozs. If I persist she will either spit away the milk or she will vomit. Due to the fear that she might vomit I give her small volumes at regular intervals. Its very tiring and physical exhausting. I though things may get better once she will start eating solids. I introduced her to rice cereal when she was a week shy of fifth month. SO it was rice cereal in the beginning and I was to slowly introduce oatmeal and mixed grain followed by different vegetables and fruits.
She is ok with rice cereal in small quantities, oatmeal is the second option. She doesn’t like fruits at all, if the fruit is even a little bit tart she won’t eat it. She likes the bland vegetables like squash, sweet potato etc. I have to mix the fruit with some cereal and even after that she may eat. There is a big fat may.
In the beginning she would spit the food or blow raspberries with food in her mouth and the food will be all over the place. Somehow that stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. My concerns with her very small portions and choking / vomiting were as before, no relief there. As soon as I would put her down in the bouncer she knew it was feed time and she would close her mouth and push away my hand. It was time to come up with a solution and I found small toys, musical toys, me singing, pretending to feed booboo, all this worked for a few days and she understood the drill and we were back to square one.
I was searching a new way to distract her attention and accidentally hit the jackpot. She is very fond of shredding paper into small pieces and then spend a lot of time playing with the smallest bit of paper. She got hold of a tissue paper once and spent the next 20 minutes shredding into tiny pieces and I fed her dinner. I was ecstatic with happiness. And my happiness was short lived; she mastered the art of keeping the food in her mouth and not swallowing it. Yeah, this is an endless battle.