I’m feeling literally giddy. The excitement is sky-high. Why, you ask? Because because because becaaaaause…. I get to check off another location off my bucket list, in fact a bunch of them. There are some places I have really really wanted to see since quite some time. Eastern Europe was very high on the list. And guess who’s going next week?? Continue reading
I have been playing hooky. I have not been true to this blog. When I started this blog, I was convinced I will be consistent. I told myself, if there is anything that trumps quality content for me, it is consistency. But here I am, painfully aware while penning this, that it has been a month, maybe more, since my last blog post.
Yet I will not apologize. Because this is my happy place. If I haven’t visited my happy place in a while, it’s a bigger disservice to myself than anyone else. I know no one is judging me. But maybe a part of me is judging me. Consistency? Bah! Continue reading
There is something undeniably romantic about a Farmer’s Market. It’s raw and wholesome. Each person behind the cart selling their wares, putting their best foot forward. But it’s a little more than that. The seller is also selling a story, when they shoot across that charming smile to tempt you to buy what they offer. They are baring a part of themselves for you. If you try and look with your mind’s eye, you will read their story.
But it’s not just the people behind the cart who are vulnerable and open to your interpretation of them. Visitors to the Market itself are adding to the canvas in their Continue reading
So when is a baby to be switched from rear-facing to a front-facing car seat? Safety regulations say ‘one year’ or ’22 pounds’, whichever comes first. Initially I wanted him to stay in a rear-facing one till as long as he could, because many articles cite it’s 5 times safer than a front facing one. So, he crossed his first birthday and somewhere along the same month he also reached the 22 pound mark. We were trudging along but somehow, out of the blue I had a change of heart. Continue reading
The quote isn’t mine but the sentiment and the sketch is. I know I know. I’m not much of a watercolor artist. But sometimes a girl just needs to paint, ya know?
A couple of weeks ago we (me, my husband and toddler) joined some friends for Sunday breakfast. This is a couple with three boys aged six, four and three. The eatery had a play area where the four boys had a merry time before food was served. After breakfast, however, when the boys had some egg and French toast in their system, a spat broke between the elder two siblings. Hot words led to a fist fight and it ended as such squabbles always do- tears. Continue reading
I need to unwind. I need a life. I must listen to the sound of silence. I need to relax with a cup of tea. I need to put my feet up for just five minutes with no sense of responsibility. No worry about baby needing attention, to be fed, changed, clothed, kept from dispersing fistfuls of mud all over the living room floor. I need to take a shower, the kind where I get to scrub the soles of my feet not the kindly-get-the-grime-off-quickly type. Please somebody give me that. I need an adult conversation. I need to go visit a bookstore or a library and pick up books on a whim, and Continue reading