Don't let go the crazy

At times, you need to let go and let them be...

Let them throw the dirty laundry around, pull on the bed sheets, poke your eyes, hide bits of food in every corner of the house, mess up big sister's room, taste the crayons, pull out the leaves off of your one and only indoor plant, smear the TV screen with butter on their little hands, wet their clothes with milk dripping from the inverted bottle (it's fun to watch), nibble on the chargers, lick the dustpan, and also, pull on your clothes and tap on the keypad keys as you type this little message to vent Mommy feelings!

It's okay. All okay. Wouldn't make you crazier! You already are the queen of crazies! 

Trophies galore

Trophies are cool. They are cooler when your kids bring them home. The big, shiny, happy trophies. In a Tae Kwon Do championship last weekend, San won three of those. Three firsts. Big, red, shiny, three firsts. My heart does a little happy dance every time I see them sitting happily in the living room. :)

San wasn't ready to take part in the competition at first. Then, at the last moment, she agreed. Before the competition started, she said, "Make Oli cheer and wave at me when I win that trophy!" And she did. And that is my very confident girl who always surprises us with her achievements!

Papa dear too had his moment of glory along with San with two firsts and a second. Yay moments! ☺️

The Big Little 1 and more

I hope you noticed that I changed the blog title and address to include Oli's name. I'd been meaning to do this since quite some time now, but then people had started asking me how I plan to write about Oli, and it had to be along with her sister's chronicles. So here we are!

My one year old Oli is a big girl now, sigh! Well, one is a big number and a milestone for an infant! People start asking you if your one-year old can walk yet, say some sensible words, strike a conversation, and has enough number of teeth to chew up a baby carrot. I don't wanna bore you all with these details. You just need to know that she's getting there with her wobbly walk and two little teeth.

The best thing about these little people is that they don't judge you and love you unconditionally. They give you unselfish hugs and spray your face with their raspberry love!

For the record, we did manage to do a smash-the-cake thing with Oli. She didn't really smash and smear it though. Just licked the cake, picked it up, and gnawed on it. Neat! :-D



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My big girl San is happy in her own dreamland and hates to be disturbed. If only she could hear us better and the first time! And that is how all kids with the don't-tell-me-what-I-should-be-doing attitude are, isn't it? Just a phase, like they say! :-)

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On a different note, I wonder why there are too many discussions/debates/articles on being a stay-at-home-mom versus a working mom around! Leave the Moms alone and let them do their jobs, home or outside home. Their choices, their business. Who needs anyone's opinion about them?

The daily little battles

The big move happened three months ago and I'm still trying to take it all in, slowly. San's busy with school, Papa dear with work, Oli with all the growing up, and me, just trying to soak it all in, like a good sponge that has gotten old with all the soaking. Sigh! I hate long sentences, but I can't do without them!

Sometimes, it feels like the time has stopped, even with a lot happening around me. Among all the diaper changes, housework, getting San to do things faster, and singing rhymes to Oli, there's always a part of my brain that is stuck in the past. The part that refuses to move on. It's hard. And it's harder to keep my mind away from this blankness, friendlessness, sluggishness, and the can't-move-on-ness!

And that was all about me.

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Moving on to the girls, my tomboy is getting grumpier, more teenagerish, and harder to please. And like people always say, it's just a phase (it just might be the longest one)! She always surprises us with new words and tantrums. And then, we have the usual arguments over clothes, colors, looks, shoes, games, books, tv, and just every little thing that can be argued about. School's good, as always, but she desperately needs some good friends around.

The little one is a happy, giggly, talkative, Mommy-lover baby, who has gotten into a habit of waking everyone up at 2 am with her inconsolable cries, which only go away when she's been offered a bottle of milk, and that's something I do not want to make a part of her routine. And the happiest part is the way she scoots from one corner to another, and her successful entry into the kitchen!

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Life's good anyway. On a lighter note,

*hides face*