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
Two days ago my one year old fell off his highchair onto the marble floor. At least three feet. Three whole feet. I had put him in for a minute without strapping him. I feel awful. He landed on his head and face and THANK GOD there is minimum possible damage, a tiny bruise under his right eye. I was close enough to break his fall, somewhat. I have never heard him cry like that. I was right next to him and it is due to my negligence that this happened. Try as I may I can’t get the image of the fall out of my head. Even though I am desperately grateful he is fine.
When she was very young, my mother used to talk to plants. She would deny it now but I have confirmed from many a credible source. My husband has a green thumb and every spring gets into a petunia-marigold competition with the neighbors. Who doesn’t love greenery around them? My mother-in-law has a vegetable garden on the roof where spinach is thriving next to radishes in discarded bathtubs. Continue reading
My baby is a late teether. He cut his first tooth when he was ten-months old, on the last day of our trip to South Africa. The other one followed two weeks later. He is a year and two weeks now but still no sign of the other teeth. Which means no biting his food. Which means he eats soft, mashed food. Which means limited food options and hence more work for yours truly. Also, sleepless nights when all he wants is comfort nursing. Result? Backache in the morning. Continue reading