Where do babies come from?

Oli asked me the big questions yesterday night. I was reading her a weird book about Franimals and that's when it came up, almost out of the blue.

"So tell me this Mommy. Didi was a baby. I was a baby. We both were born. All babies are born. But where do they actually come from?"

I gave her a funny look.

"Yes, tell me! I know they are born but where do they come from?" **curious, blinking eyes**

"Well, hmm, this is all magic you see."

"Magic? Like fairies?"

"Yes yes! Fairies. They bring all babies to their Mommies. Makes sense?"

"Yes!"

Phew.

Cracks in the sky and more

Monsoon is here. There's a daily pitter-patter and the sunshine is much less now. Reduced Vitamin D intake. Does it matter? We anyway weren't roaming the streets under the shining sun earlier. Been jailed for what feels like forever now. That's the only complaint people have now. We want out! And that is as always since the last year. Things are seeming better again but then we need to remember this - once bitten, twice shy. Are we shy enough yet? Doesn't look like it.

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Our little sunshine, Oli (we don't even call her that anymore, I just realized! 😀), loves rains. But then she immediately starts singing "rain rain go away" and she doesn't even mean to shoo it away! So the other day, rains were accompanied by some thunder and lightning. Thunder always scares her. Lightening was new (also scary). At the first sight of it, she screamed, "Mommy, there's a crack in the sky look!" 😂 Isn't that so cute?

The best thing about her is that she manages to describe everything well enough for us to understand. She refers to standing/sleeping lines shapes, letters, numbers, colors, and what not. Always amazes us! Kids are the best! 😊

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San's new school session has started. Online classes again. Appreciate all the efforts the teachers are putting into conducting online sessions and managing everything online. It still feels like kids are missing out on a lot. San desperately wants to go back to school. I'm sure many other kids do.

Lately, we've been conversing a lot. Little chit-chats over "kadha" in the morning. She keeps talking about the things she liked in the US and how she is always ready to go back to school there. I tell her you can graduate from there. For now, we're here. I feel letting it all out works for her. She emerges as a happier person after the chat. It shouldn't become a habit though, I fear. The complaints.

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Back to taking pictures of the sky. The sunsets are wonderful and they are at their best during the monsoon. The sky never ceases to amaze. Here's one I took from the terrace on a super rainy day:

Of moldy tummy and covid times

 A tough year passed and a tougher year is going on. Things are coming back. The number of cases is going up again. No one wants a lockdown but no one's working towards preventing one. People have gotten careless now. They feel they're good. Even if they contract the virus, they'll come out of it. And once they get the vaccine, they feel they'll be immortal. That's the attitude. Should I end this covid rant here by saying that things will get better hopefully? Ya, hope so.

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The school year has ended for Oli. Promoted to Sr. KG now, yay! :D

San's school year is yet to end. Exams starting next week. She wants this all to be over. The online classes thing. The exams. The session. Feels like she's losing interest in things. All she loves is music, her guitar, he sketchbook, and the kitchen! Budding baker in the house! 

Tougher times for kids, I say. Cooped up in the house. Even playing outside or with friends is prohibited. 

Whenever I turn on my laptop and a beautiful picture pops up, both the girls are like, "When covid is gone and things are normal, can we please go here?" I have no clue when that time will come. 😞

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San baked some lovely chocolate cupcakes the other day. We forgot to put the remaining lot in the refrigerator. The super hot weather almost ruined the last of the two cupcakes. They got moldy. San, without noticing the mold, took a bite. After realizing what she's eaten, she screamed, "Mom, what did I just eat?" I told her about the mold and she was like, 'I have a moldy tummy now, sigh!" 

"I don't want to eat through a ladder."

 Since the last two nights, Oli had been crying and telling me, "I don't wanna be big, Mommy." Strange. I wondered why she was saying that. I started a conversation last night...

"I don't wanna be big, Mommy!", followed by howls and tears.

"So you don't want to celebrate your 5th birthday?"

"Nooo."

"Then your friends will grow bigger and you won't."

"It's okay."

"Just tell me why you don't want to grow!"

Howl howl..."Because I don't want to eat through the ladder!" More howls.

"Ladder?"

And then I remembered my conversation with her a few days ago. We told her that she'll be as tall as a giraffe one day. Then she asked how she'll eat. I told her that I'll put up a ladder and feed her. 😀😂