tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316009032024-03-24T03:09:35.835-04:00Baby & Mom BlogI am Stay at Home Mom and this blog is related to being a mom of two toddlers And some other sides & colors of our day to day life..mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-10916602668322494562009-06-08T15:02:00.003-04:002009-06-08T15:17:53.519-04:00New familyGudiya is having constipation problem since we moved here.. We gave her stool softener, laxatives, took her to doc which ended up having miralax everyday and not drinking milk at all and the problem is still there. Last week we thought of giving a last try and decided to put medicine in the other end before taking her to doc who we know would want us to go for some strong med. Anyways, we tried it last week and after lots of crying and resistance from her we were successful and within 10 minute she “went” 3 times. Then another 3 days and no potty business. We told (made) her eat more, drink more and threaten to give her butt medicine otherwise:-) The other day we were telling her to eat more and she said<br /><br />Gudiya: I want to get a new family…<br />Hubby: What?<br />Gudiya: I want to get new mommy, new daddy and new Bhaiya.<br />Hubby: Why?<br />Gudiya: Because you all make me eat, eat, eat and drink lots of water then give me medicine.<br />Hubby: But Its good for you.<br />Gudiya: But I don’t like it.<br />Me: Then try to go potty everyday and we will stop doing all.<br />Gudiya: I try everyday but it doesn’t come out but I go pee everyday. I don’t like you guys (crying)<br /><br />Then yesterday we had to ahm put medicine there.. She was crying and didn’t want us to do that.. A was putting songs to distract her.. Hubby was trying to talk to her and I was trying to finish putting medicine but she wasn’t letting us.. She was crying loudly saying she doesn’t like it, she doesn’t want to medicine but we had to since it was already 4 days since she went potty.. She was very loud so I yelled at her thinking what the neighbors might be thinking of us and continued tried to use the medicine but she wasn’t letting us. I yelled at her and tried to turn her but she just sat there refused to move. In between all the angry looks from me, yelling from hubby and scary words like "shots" and "doctor" from A, she looked at me and said<br /><br />“Are you my mommy?”<br />What!!!!<br />“Are you my mommy?”<br />(hubby & A were laughing)<br />I don’t want medicine.. I don’t like it..<br />Then you have to go potty..<br />I will try.<br />But its been 4 days.. you have to take medicine.<br />No, I don’t want to. Please mommy, I love you! (Kissing me) I love you so much.. I don’t want medicine..<br /><br />(After 40 minutes of trying she didn’t let us use the med..)<br /><br />*Sigh* okay, we have to go to doctor tomorrow and don’t cry if he gives you shots..<br />Will they hurt?<br />Yes.<br />A little bit?<br />No<br />A lot?<br />Yes<br />No, I don’t want that.. I want the medicine..<br />Now, I don't want to give you the medicine.<br />Please mommy.<br />No.<br />Please mommy..<br />You want me try again?<br />Yes..<br />Will you cry?<br />Yes but is this the last time?<br />If you let me put medicine there..<br />Mommy..<br />Yeah<br />Mommy, hurry I have to go potty..<br />:-)<br /><br />And she went potty without the medicine but the episode left a hole in my heart..<br /><br />I will never forget this.. I mean, she is 4.. don’t know anything but she thought of getting a new family and questioned if I was her mother just because we were trying to make her feel better.. What will happen next.. *sighmommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com69tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-78311592924480918592009-05-12T10:43:00.004-04:002009-05-13T10:01:37.163-04:00Happy Mother's DayA woke up early. I didn’t feel like getting up so kept my eyes closed and hugged & kissed him. But nothing can make him sit still for more than 5 minutes. In a little while I heard “I want to draw something”. I fell asleep and when I woke up he said “Mommy look whats under your pillow”:-) He made me 3 cards. Seeing this Gudiya wanted to make me card too but just like A’s cards. He didn’t want her to copy his cards so they started arguing. In the end she made me a beautiful card without copying A’s card :-) Then she said to me “Now daddy will get a dress and flowers for you” and hubby made a card with flowers.” We were out all day on Saturday so didn’t feel like going anywhere. I was just so glad that this year hubby didn’t have to remind them and sit with them to make card. It came from A’s & Gudiya’s heart. This was the best gift.mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-90535609345215163032009-04-25T08:21:00.004-04:002009-04-27T19:21:37.168-04:00Around the world in 80 clicks<a href="http://2bsmommy.blogspot.com/">2b’smommy</a> tagged me. Here are the 5 things that I love about being mom..<br /><br />1. I love the way they express their love. They are filling the hole I have ever since I know. Through my kids I am experiencing the love, bond and affection that is in mother-kid relationship. Their hugs, kisses, sitting in my lap and telling me the secret, whispering “Mommy, you know I love you.. You are the best mommy in the whole wide world ” atleast 5-6 times a day:-), fills me heart with so much love everyday.<br /><br />2. I love the way they make cards for me and make everything special. A is really a kind soul who thank me for everything I do, be it giving him candy, telling him story or buying him something and Gudiya learnt from him. They make special thank you card almost everyday. Send me surprise e-cards so many times.. It feels good to open your email and find 5-6 cards from your cutie pies, with special message in each one of them;-) Makes me feel proud to see him making his sister feel better with his special cards after getting a boo-boo, or even after fighting with him. Those are the time I feel like “maybe I am doing an ok job as a mom” and smile with proud.<br /><br />3. I love it when they fight over whose turn it is to sleep with me that night. And A wait for her to fall asleep and jump over her to sleep next to me. (yes, they sleep with us:-)<br /><br />4. I love it when his teachers and my friends tell me how good they are and give me all the credit. Every time someone say something nice about them hubby never forget to mention “Its all because of their mom”;-)<br /><br />5. The other day A and gudiya were talking. I heard A saying to her “When you get boo-boo you don’t need a bandaid. All you need is mommy or daddy’s kisses. Mommy’s kisses have magic in it. They make you feel better.” I love being the mommy magician.<br /><br />Almost everyone has done this tag. If someone reading this hasn’t and wants to do the tag, here are the rules..<br />Just write a post of your own (five things that you love about being a mom) and find someone to link to and tag-someone from your own country, if you like, but definitely someone from another country, and link back to <a href="http://badladies.blogspot.com/">HBM's</a> and leave a comment.mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-62023601985999141452009-04-21T15:56:00.011-04:002009-04-21T16:15:40.007-04:00A and GudiyaIts been almost 2 years since I posted their pics.. So here are some recent pics..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLv5ri4dt6GNbi43n7sufmv2RV0SyBM9sYM_5JAo7nlEVFf-ILdEx4L2LXTNEI3Jeq9W-nLlmqgGwWaDKa60m0Gaedhw7KI7uPschZ2n8QR703332_y9mGUrlmv74BXxNSSfbN/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239790406437170" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLv5ri4dt6GNbi43n7sufmv2RV0SyBM9sYM_5JAo7nlEVFf-ILdEx4L2LXTNEI3Jeq9W-nLlmqgGwWaDKa60m0Gaedhw7KI7uPschZ2n8QR703332_y9mGUrlmv74BXxNSSfbN/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />With her monster<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQWSkt2usT7FwveVnI6UAl6v3X_H6PHX92qOWrL5t3tW3QO9SaeH5AU3OgN58VOrTMGkIGH6aHHwEPeTdQNCMCVsM4Dxl5QS46FTkLfUr7GoQqTiNWNdYpHEObh7zFzrSPRFY/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239459501147954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQWSkt2usT7FwveVnI6UAl6v3X_H6PHX92qOWrL5t3tW3QO9SaeH5AU3OgN58VOrTMGkIGH6aHHwEPeTdQNCMCVsM4Dxl5QS46FTkLfUr7GoQqTiNWNdYpHEObh7zFzrSPRFY/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizogUbHwOIzmbCBrvZC4Qmygh14aSQoDEQ0-EdQPGcVWYf45h1Ci3krzSH5Q4EauWocRxMuOEOm-NnbeV3tpLIGtizlYkGip0pmRtznqvHQy-uz7bzZNiR9Fe5JHF9c1MqWxrm/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239225453476466" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizogUbHwOIzmbCBrvZC4Qmygh14aSQoDEQ0-EdQPGcVWYf45h1Ci3krzSH5Q4EauWocRxMuOEOm-NnbeV3tpLIGtizlYkGip0pmRtznqvHQy-uz7bzZNiR9Fe5JHF9c1MqWxrm/s320/P1010162.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQMAshIUzpwVB8HjBukM-hbeCbLnDuxmmMA8jiy8H42HO_k2VPKA8aGvYHxCapAHJcCwMLgIr2rYOVck1W22DHVQ6Eou6EnTDVJy6PN3itJ3FJ75xesTm9CJKnkh9yT2pmN4a/s1600-h/P1010160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238727244141362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQMAshIUzpwVB8HjBukM-hbeCbLnDuxmmMA8jiy8H42HO_k2VPKA8aGvYHxCapAHJcCwMLgIr2rYOVck1W22DHVQ6Eou6EnTDVJy6PN3itJ3FJ75xesTm9CJKnkh9yT2pmN4a/s320/P1010160.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNP0WvrC1rKGs3CpOEN0suoup8HM4FvaWgaHya3vAhgFXL1c_t3_Zzhrort9PsejqMuhaum3FBcoMahy4gXZvPp-kc0lJXnGHvP_8KVViUktIC2TyWPS_Xj-R_5kfhLCVcMVJa/s1600-h/P1010154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238550982413666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNP0WvrC1rKGs3CpOEN0suoup8HM4FvaWgaHya3vAhgFXL1c_t3_Zzhrort9PsejqMuhaum3FBcoMahy4gXZvPp-kc0lJXnGHvP_8KVViUktIC2TyWPS_Xj-R_5kfhLCVcMVJa/s320/P1010154.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgv5_JzJ-OlJoQMDjAHG3f9dugJYpL27s4y0vf0bOcURXhn3d19dKDo3pyLK_UN4ClndO6GfEyw0z1gpZhGQcj2SQ7XCNJydbjyK1HGBY0La0_uBHGP8Ay4yXy3fnl2YZZ9RQ/s1600-h/P1010138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238133136104834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgv5_JzJ-OlJoQMDjAHG3f9dugJYpL27s4y0vf0bOcURXhn3d19dKDo3pyLK_UN4ClndO6GfEyw0z1gpZhGQcj2SQ7XCNJydbjyK1HGBY0La0_uBHGP8Ay4yXy3fnl2YZZ9RQ/s320/P1010138.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sk5j9FHV8hz3RNnzgxvnTJEJkC5OIpCja0zT1HJd5rCSf_Nkdw9xNipfN9KsPfxFfiEsdqAS9QGmxiY7is6X6AlhtYLertO4b1MOM-IsgN8hQCrtFVN6CACjsylm9Ckihq71/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327237297256030258" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sk5j9FHV8hz3RNnzgxvnTJEJkC5OIpCja0zT1HJd5rCSf_Nkdw9xNipfN9KsPfxFfiEsdqAS9QGmxiY7is6X6AlhtYLertO4b1MOM-IsgN8hQCrtFVN6CACjsylm9Ckihq71/s320/P1010120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKxO1pXacW7otTIElabuM7E0jjN-7EePstA1vyeTbVCRjQteOhTBvv37O0p70nlad-5Nq8s9U4KQ6CzhTZ4XdqqedNiBXDLuOoDEqYpxatN2iLmAYmiNtYS12Zgb2svC5mmuu/s1600-h/aadi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327236840935359538" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKxO1pXacW7otTIElabuM7E0jjN-7EePstA1vyeTbVCRjQteOhTBvv37O0p70nlad-5Nq8s9U4KQ6CzhTZ4XdqqedNiBXDLuOoDEqYpxatN2iLmAYmiNtYS12Zgb2svC5mmuu/s320/aadi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />His school pic of this year<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-85259058373447532862009-04-08T17:55:00.006-04:002009-04-09T11:31:02.511-04:00...contd...It took us 2½ days to reach KS. Hubby had to start working the same day. Yes, everything at last minute is his motto. We checked in the first motel we found. Rented the room for a week and the next day start looking for a place on monthly rent basis. Its not a big city so everything we found was on yearly lease. We were thinking that we were gonna buy a house soon, it was just 2-3 weeks we needed to stay somewhere and if the house needed work it the mostly 2 months but not more than that. Still checked out a few apartments. I have a phobia of rugs with pets pee and dirty walls. Since its not a big town, everything is not upto date here like in NJ. Even though it was ok we(I) didn’t like any of it. And I never lived in an apartment, to me its like living in someone else’s house.. Beside it was crazy to unpack some stuff and then pack it again in few months.. In the mean time we looked at couple of houses and all the schools.<br /><br />They have one virtual school, which follows the same K12 method and requires the kid to take test before enrollment. Since A was already reading fluently, doing addition, subtraction and multiplication in pre-k I thought of sending him to virtual school where he can learn the next thing he should instead of repeating everything he already knew... In pre-k he had trouble going to school. School was for only 2½ hours still he didn’t want to go to school because he was getting bored. I had arranged with his teacher to give homework or some extra sheet to him but she was lazy. I even used to give him some assignment to take it to school still couldn’t interest him going to school regularly. I wasn’t happy with his teacher or principal so let him stay home when he really really begged. At home he was having more fun and doing more things than school so I wasn’t worried.<br /><br />Anyways A took the test and according to the grades he got, if we pick the virtual school he was gonna go to 3rd grade language arts and 2nd grade math catagory.. I was so proud of him.. But there was one problem, socializing.. so keeping that in mind we decided to put him in regular school which I loved when we went to visit. Everybody was very nice. School was clean.. Kids looked happy.<br /><br />So we enrolled him in Kindergarten. There they took his tests for 2 weeks and called us for a meeting. A never told us that they were taking his tests. We found out when we went there. In the meeting room there were around 10 teachers who gave their report after testing him. They thought he had mastered Kindergarten and 1st grade and he should be in 2nd grade.<br /><br />WOW… yeah thats what came in my mind.. I never forced A to learn.. we never had study time but he was curious about stuff and I always tried to satisfy his curiosity. But 5 years old and 2nd grade was amazing.. They set a trial period of 2 weeks for 2nd grade and decided to have another meeting after that. After 2 weeks, his teacher said that ‘I thought a kindergartener would not survive in 2nd grade for even a day but he has proved me wrong.”<br /><br />He got 94% on his 2nd grade weekly assessment test and 100% on spelling test. Everything was fine but kids in his class were 8-9 years old. He was getting along with them fine but we thought it would be best for him to spend time with his age group kids. According to them kindergarten was out of question so they put him in 1st grade and continue going to 2nd grade for language arts. 2nd grade math time was clashing with his 1st grade schedule so he picked the 1st grade stuff. We were happy.<br /><br />I compare the stuff they do here with the stuff they do in previous school and it was way different. They learn a lot more here. Some of the stuff he is doing in 2nd grade, my friends son did in 3rd grade. Almost no home work here.. only once a week he gets spellings other than that they test them what the teach in school. All he does at home is play play and play..<br /><br />Then one day I was eating Chinese food and all of a sudden my forehead went numb. I got so scared and went to ER. They did EKG and other blood tests and again everything was fine. He told me that something near my stomach felt very tender and recommended a doctor. In the mean while he gave me acid reflux medicine. It helped but only 40%. I missed the appointment and they gave me another appointment after a month.<br /><br />By the time we bought a house. It was an old house but in move in condition. Nobody painted the house since it was build, green carpet, old kitchen, one standing shower bathroom, one with only bath no shower etc but clean. I could live in it if I had to but decided to get it done before finally settling down.. hubby agreed (at that time, now he blames me because of the time it took).<br /><br />Got somebody to work in the bathroom and moved in the new house by end of oct. That guy got some problems and could work only few hours a day and it took him 2 months to do one bathroom. We stayed in motel for 2 months and we were back to 1 room situation in the new house. I was going crazy in one unfinished room with no carpet, old bathroom, sleeping on mattress, no washing machine and buying new cloths. I found another guy who could do rest of the work cuz I was already sick of the other guy. I painted A’s room. Got the carpet done and moved into that room with the bathroom that took 2 months to get finished. The new guy did the other bathroom in a 10 days.. whole new bathroom..<br /><br />I started painting the room attached to the new bathroom so that we could move back before my MIL came to visit. We thought kitchen would be done before she came but it was partly done. and even if it was finished I couldn’t have used as it was all dusty and who wants to cook in that condition. She was here for a week.. She stayed with us for 3 days and we took her out to salt mine, to MO to see fantastic caverns.. It was 3 days trip.. The end of 3rd day she had flight back to my BIL and we came to our undone, dusty house..<br /><br />First thing we did was hook up the washing machine and dryer so that we could start the laundry. Then I started the painting job.. painted Gudiya’s room pink and purple.. changed the kitchen color again. Painted downstairs playroom with 8 different colors. Painted another room downstairs and hubby did the living room & hallway upstairs. Forget about the extra time for white ceiling.. By now paining wasn’t a fun thing anymore.<br /><br />Hubby has to finish his Phd so he started working lots of hours a day.. Me with the kids and the same routine.. house not done yet.. I was going crazy. I kept the kids busy.. they were happy , I wasn’t.. Stress started to build up.<br /><br />Had doc appointment and they said I should get the endoscopy done. They checked for tumor and stuff and found out that I had some irritation in my stomach and hiatal hernia. He gave me 2 kind of medicine and told me to come back for follow up. Pills worked great and got rid of most of the symptoms I was having. The reason for Hiatal hernia was pregnancies. And another reason was gudiya’s acid reflux. She used to throw up a lot during her first year and I used to hold her in my lft side and sit about 22 hrs. a day. Doc said that my shoulder muscles are very tensed and I should visit chiro but who has time between all this chaos.<br /><br />Its been 7 months since we moved to KS.. little over 5 months since we moved to new house and we are still living in 1 room, house is not doen fully.. upstairs room are done and one room is set as playroom other is just for bags of stuff which we can’t put in our bedroom yet and tons of folded laundry. Living room and kitchen is 99% done still he has to do some work. He kept taking off in feb & march and worked for 3-4 hr. a day.. That’s what put us so behind our schedule.. my stuff is still in boxes in the garage.. I don’t know how I am going to unpack all that.<br /><br />This is small city with no computer jobs.. I can't get any job if I want to work.. What will I do?<br /><br />Every thing took a toll on our lives.. Its not like it used to be.. This is the first time in my life when I am scared, confused, stressful and in depression. This is the first time when I felt the need of having mother, a loving family and friends. This is the time I really needed a shoulder and needed somebody to hug me, understand me, comfort me and be there for me. This is first time when I am scared thinking my kids are going to hate me when they grow up.. I am not a good mother, a good wife or a good person.. This is not how it used to be. Anytime somebody needed solution to a problem, I was the one they used to and still call. They all think I am the best mommy and I go out of the way to help everybody. Their kids are great too but my kids are considered the polite ones and intelligent ones and everybody gives the credit to me still I feel worse..mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-61569040024777332042009-04-07T14:28:00.004-04:002009-04-08T18:00:05.434-04:00Absent from blogging..I was absent from blog world for quite sometime. I thought it was going to be a short break but it turned into a very long one.<br /><br />The main reason of my absence was a guest from India, who was gonna stay with us for 4 months. He was vegetarian and we hardly cook any veg food or let alone 3 meals a day. After he came, our household turned into pure Indian one, where I was just cooking Indian veg food for him, regular food for us, cleaning and taking care of the kids. I thought I will be free after that but then hubby got job in KS and we had to put our house on sale and start packing. Well didn’t start packing right away as we were gonna move in July-August and it was march end, so decided to take a little break. Went to places we hadn’t visited for a long time and the new ones that we were planning on going for a long time. Between house showing, little packing and going out, I didn’t get chance to come back.<br /><br />Right when I was thinking of writing a post something strange happened. One day I was done feeding kids at night and put them in the bedroom so that I could eat, all of a sudden my heartbeat went up and a warm rush went from my feet upward. I didn’t know what was going on. It stopped in a few seconds. I thought I was having heart attack. Hubby was out. Called him to come home. By the time he came home everything was fine. Didn’t go to the hospital thinking whatever it was, it was over, why bother the kids late at night. Then it happened again the next afternoon and we went to ER. They did all kind of tests but couldn’t find anything. Came home 2 o’clock at night. It wasn’t easy even though I told hubby not to come to the hospital and told him that I will call him when its time to come home. ER report said it was because of the stress but I wasn’t feeling any stress so told them that I am not going to take any stress medicine with tons of side effects. It happened again 2 days later. Went to ER.. same thing, they couldn’t find anything. Hubby kept saying there is nothing you are fine, its all in your head. Go to India for sometime.. Yeah rite, just get rid of me the minute you get chance ;-)<br /><br />I made an appointment with my doc to see if he could find something but nope.. Went to heart specialist, every report came out ok.. But I was having dizzy spells, my heart was racing few times a week.. no particular pattern but it was happening. I wasn’t stressful but all this was starting to show effects. I was scared 24hr. that something was gonna happen and I was gonna die alone with 2 crying kids for hours as hubby was (still is) busy 18hr. with his work.. What if something happen to me how will I get help.. Even if I reach hospital they won’t be able to treat me if they don’t know what was going on with me. Change another doctor. He did every possible test he could. CAT scan. Individual scans of different parts but nothing.. I was still feeling all the symptoms. Found another heart specialist who looked at my report and said I was fine.. It was just the stress that was causing all the panic. With 2 kids this happen. But I explained that motherhood is not stressful for me.. I enjoy playing mommy, mean mommy sometimes but noway it was stressful. Went to a neurologist, got MRI done. Again nothing.. Now I was really scared.. Hubby kept saying it was all in my head. I spent months crying thinking about the kids if I die. Who will take care of them.. I don’t have parents or any family. From hubby’s side its only his mother but I don’t want my kids to be raised emotionless and selfish.. I was raised by my grandmother and it was the generation gap that killed my childhood.. Don’t get me wrong; I got lots of love, endless love but noone can raise you like your parents can. It is like I was never a child. I was born grown up..<br /><br />Anyways between all this we sold our house.. moved from NJ to KS.<br /><br />...to be continued….mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-68077106121994684172007-08-23T09:57:00.000-04:002007-08-23T10:18:10.647-04:00Chanelizing his energySince last year I am thinking of taking A to some music, Gym or Karate class. Music and gym class didn’t happen cuz hubby thinks I am making him sissy. Yes, he calls it making him “Nancy & Suzie” just like Frank in “Everybody loves Raymond”:-) And even though we had 2 weeks free karate class coupon, which A got as summer reading gift, we didn’t go there either cuz hubby said he might come home and start punching Gudiya.<br /><br />Since few weeks A is into kicking & breaking things. I was thinking of taking him to karate class so that he can enjoy kicking instead of getting yelled at by me and we got another 2 week coupon again:-) Now I am not afraid of him kicking Gudiya either cuz if he dare to kick her or punch her, she doesn’t need me to defend her, well most of the time;-)<br /><br />So I called and schedule a class for him. We all went there. He got the uniform and was really excited..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxG5GsGJA7KOUFlgj27851LgiX3A2ZpgIiYx3Oo-ksSxzy27GwH0hE-rjpvUAFR6j_QX5WnOPVmV6RZnomClaiY23kTKPWP9zSnG6650Kes-ohTlHQB_JNjtS9o5TJDaWP6_J/s1600-h/Aug+07+148.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101895703597389618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxG5GsGJA7KOUFlgj27851LgiX3A2ZpgIiYx3Oo-ksSxzy27GwH0hE-rjpvUAFR6j_QX5WnOPVmV6RZnomClaiY23kTKPWP9zSnG6650Kes-ohTlHQB_JNjtS9o5TJDaWP6_J/s320/Aug+07+148.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibljeDKBt-CsXPOxP_nrr2SOkWoIHyzvgOwAwl6w9t_8y_kwcJSJX1VZ0n0pNYZIi45jvBmlHkSNRLJyCrOD4OB5NI3V6pWwn75oXjPylivjksas9-VPOGlu9K3F_DiP3eZBI/s1600-h/Aug+07+174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101897490303784818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibljeDKBt-CsXPOxP_nrr2SOkWoIHyzvgOwAwl6w9t_8y_kwcJSJX1VZ0n0pNYZIi45jvBmlHkSNRLJyCrOD4OB5NI3V6pWwn75oXjPylivjksas9-VPOGlu9K3F_DiP3eZBI/s320/Aug+07+174.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCf1Qe5FeuPD0S7chZer2ilF-RnEQeSnEj58xT0o68dym6Uh80mdntFEkI2r0pXN5GiQzaB46gS1ZSo6g9c1IQWIa-dddZRrU0uIXMtdXGKpx-QMvvO_Cr9Xcpww25vd_owY_/s1600-h/Aug+07+208.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101897249785616226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCf1Qe5FeuPD0S7chZer2ilF-RnEQeSnEj58xT0o68dym6Uh80mdntFEkI2r0pXN5GiQzaB46gS1ZSo6g9c1IQWIa-dddZRrU0uIXMtdXGKpx-QMvvO_Cr9Xcpww25vd_owY_/s320/Aug+07+208.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And Gudiya was<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pwY6hDXd1x32FKmY1wpDzZJdX92puihtd4l_s09sPOdni5kxGPJ_QnS8Y7h2KmA7FbcO8815ygMN7Y9DzvMsvGrqA6EN5J_CgmF9NCyZwIhP8nm_BWvZ41PeHgD7318wam9o/s1600-h/Aug+07+152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101896334957582162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pwY6hDXd1x32FKmY1wpDzZJdX92puihtd4l_s09sPOdni5kxGPJ_QnS8Y7h2KmA7FbcO8815ygMN7Y9DzvMsvGrqA6EN5J_CgmF9NCyZwIhP8nm_BWvZ41PeHgD7318wam9o/s320/Aug+07+152.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdMNAJKxI_THLgJbX7Tav4n4a8qwG23rELoWEnYx0ZboC73iAUIH322p9pDjb00KI5ESefai4juUpm1tl6mpgQGBu5_sjuvzjBilF6mu-I08l58ZLdDbks44q3o4xJOUG-B3H/s1600-h/Aug+07+153.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101896171748824898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdMNAJKxI_THLgJbX7Tav4n4a8qwG23rELoWEnYx0ZboC73iAUIH322p9pDjb00KI5ESefai4juUpm1tl6mpgQGBu5_sjuvzjBilF6mu-I08l58ZLdDbks44q3o4xJOUG-B3H/s320/Aug+07+153.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Because she wanted to do haiya too but they don’t take anyone under 4..<br /><br />He is going there since almost a week and looks forward to the next class. Hubby thinks we shouldn’t go there because It doesn’t look good if we stop after 2 weeks. I think when they offer to give free classes, not everybody join afterwards, so its ok if we decide not to continue with them. I like the place and the teacher but it’s a bit far away.<br /><br />Initially I was going to take him to place which is just on the next block. So sent Hubby to check out and schedule a free class there but they don’t take anyone under 5. Reason; they give reading material and kids under 5 can’t read. Hubby told him that he can so he is going there on Monday. This new place guy has trained police and Marine people and very serious about the training. He told hubby that they are not like other training places who gives a new belt every 3months.. They are very serious about the performance and gives one to one attention. I want A to learn something when you are paying so much for each class but more than that I want him to enjoy and have fun instead of sending him to a boot camp.<br /><br />The place he goes now, the whole time he is saying haiya and giggling and all other parents giggle with him. No matter how many time they tell him “If someone is attacking you would you be laughing? No, right, so don’t laugh”. He stops for few minutes and forgets what they said and start giggling again. He is having fun:-) Its so much fun even watching him saying haiya & giggling:-)<br /><br />We will go to the new place on Monday and if the guy is very strict, we won’t join and he will continue going to the other place otherwise we will start here from Monday..<br /><br />And we are trying a gym class this week too:-) Its for both of them so Gudiya will be happy too:-)mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-84230518748195049542007-08-20T11:18:00.000-04:002007-08-20T12:05:54.445-04:00Gudiya’s First prizeEvery summer our library has a summer reading program for kids pre-k to 5th grade. <a href="http://babymomblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-first-prize.html#links">Last Year </a>it was “paws claws, scales & tales” and this year “Get a Clue”. Even though Gudiya is not in that category still Librarian gave me the book log sheet for her and she got her very first prize:-) They had arranged a dance program before the award ceremony. kids didn't like the program that much but getting the beads necklaces was fun:-)<br /><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JO49dWhvAJ0SUyZZrXZFb_U9nfIz9kfRsDp_Z-rGhIBbfgT4-uLq6GTF1pTwbHCnz-Zzfb953ll8Gcn0OKk0gbrBHAilAR1PA6bJ6OKtAHkl6J8iv11mliiv6CQ1uXS-GZsZ/s1600-h/Aug+07+114-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100809338864506642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JO49dWhvAJ0SUyZZrXZFb_U9nfIz9kfRsDp_Z-rGhIBbfgT4-uLq6GTF1pTwbHCnz-Zzfb953ll8Gcn0OKk0gbrBHAilAR1PA6bJ6OKtAHkl6J8iv11mliiv6CQ1uXS-GZsZ/s320/Aug+07+114-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lsjY5Bzi18K3FGXjIqrmzEn2wQZc1vHcph1YbGLwzMmtb3d5MNFYI1LoBze8ii3-0ImPpG77-4feVWCSXUailNGrtMvuSzp3jCF0GhPaKYLEWScj5ojy78434JUULkyuaLq9/s1600-h/Aug+07+095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100809807015941922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lsjY5Bzi18K3FGXjIqrmzEn2wQZc1vHcph1YbGLwzMmtb3d5MNFYI1LoBze8ii3-0ImPpG77-4feVWCSXUailNGrtMvuSzp3jCF0GhPaKYLEWScj5ojy78434JUULkyuaLq9/s320/Aug+07+095.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2meZ89u6DLN6Gfq7Lqz8U97yjc4bTBiYvkCPjQ_kimUwQIRnNajYyL9P1ei7vDqVdiJ9eqTtu1taYE90E6wcgVLAxQrtqxhI8EPj_KMjN4IM817M8adavDlpuXe2caiKSzJR/s1600-h/Aug+07+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100805043897210626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2meZ89u6DLN6Gfq7Lqz8U97yjc4bTBiYvkCPjQ_kimUwQIRnNajYyL9P1ei7vDqVdiJ9eqTtu1taYE90E6wcgVLAxQrtqxhI8EPj_KMjN4IM817M8adavDlpuXe2caiKSzJR/s320/Aug+07+116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />See I told you, dance pogram was boring;-)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKLqCGiQo3ffxir6jM84-5hO2DbLPIClIb_jMi4YKfo_8Bv__DsriCZIQhOajjexgVwrFfEIMfBoQk4MXS_exuTDVUCY3PrFx0a7UwffVCDhUTLEtSJqvvUzj483sj28VjIjz/s1600-h/Aug+07+128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100804451191723762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKLqCGiQo3ffxir6jM84-5hO2DbLPIClIb_jMi4YKfo_8Bv__DsriCZIQhOajjexgVwrFfEIMfBoQk4MXS_exuTDVUCY3PrFx0a7UwffVCDhUTLEtSJqvvUzj483sj28VjIjz/s320/Aug+07+128.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIl3cmpXAZfn1i9y2AiOcsNjGkPcI0i3RCw8duLW3ySdp5EbtqO6jd0W9SODSlFqZshBlzKCjzmfwKMPBlwbccLcP3e-v0uGwF7PvhoAIcRM2gsqyxM6PtvGPT8h7md-u8flq-/s1600-h/Aug+07+138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100804133364143842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIl3cmpXAZfn1i9y2AiOcsNjGkPcI0i3RCw8duLW3ySdp5EbtqO6jd0W9SODSlFqZshBlzKCjzmfwKMPBlwbccLcP3e-v0uGwF7PvhoAIcRM2gsqyxM6PtvGPT8h7md-u8flq-/s320/Aug+07+138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Prize in their handsmommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-36012849314214718442007-08-15T09:13:00.000-04:002007-08-15T09:54:50.122-04:00Last few months-2NY Aquarium<br /><a 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgei1F_OEssczv67GZtwr7F_hJ5mSJK2XnpaIiqqJQDPCN1i4liZovUg3mJrGk94QSYuKnWvBfkjgZb3dQJZn57-nOka00CW3HZnIEAY48NpKHLxylk3dF_3HfNWIY_M0hWG8pq/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098921784616481618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgei1F_OEssczv67GZtwr7F_hJ5mSJK2XnpaIiqqJQDPCN1i4liZovUg3mJrGk94QSYuKnWvBfkjgZb3dQJZn57-nOka00CW3HZnIEAY48NpKHLxylk3dF_3HfNWIY_M0hWG8pq/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Coney Island rides (Next to Aquarium)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_Qih2P4IbSD4Ns70BGoR5j-Amqx119OO9XKLaoIbTSf0OQvQwKFkkl5mwoZyQ1lrPuQQVJGoUQ7mAKuFRXQrYLps5CnwJAUrVkKmXVnNaaC5I4IDSThOLoXPURAJW4NW2R14/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098921638587593538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtikbOLnjDpFNVCrFxLTdjhVrWqVI1wB6DHMsbEQi0TY5-Bbc9HgnpDOhR0G4r0N6vpDXVNvXhM-YkEBkRqf4YPlRq_bTXVy0-9j05WEZF-rgu8Nz5Et601nzMUzm4wiiAJvD/s1600-h/Pic+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098917180411540162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtikbOLnjDpFNVCrFxLTdjhVrWqVI1wB6DHMsbEQi0TY5-Bbc9HgnpDOhR0G4r0N6vpDXVNvXhM-YkEBkRqf4YPlRq_bTXVy0-9j05WEZF-rgu8Nz5Et601nzMUzm4wiiAJvD/s320/Pic+125.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br />Picnic Time</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlixqzISY3YC19iFq4jcWHynLgK396REm8M_rGqndXSYAOUfgSOo1xosVAs28fnzNANnrB8JzwBQSM3T3ROKD7fdnAF9k6lStdos_U8ReCUnPolGZ77R-8IfZJr2nNUsPAaxB/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098916501806707362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLlixqzISY3YC19iFq4jcWHynLgK396REm8M_rGqndXSYAOUfgSOo1xosVAs28fnzNANnrB8JzwBQSM3T3ROKD7fdnAF9k6lStdos_U8ReCUnPolGZ77R-8IfZJr2nNUsPAaxB/s320/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-43744779298703324072007-08-13T13:30:00.000-04:002007-08-13T15:52:17.509-04:00His First ContestIt was our library’s 100th anniversary and they had a Bookmark contest for each grade. Even though it was from K-8, they let the preschoolrs enter the contest too. A is not that good at coloring but that week I had a book called “where do Balloons go?” and that made it easier to draw:-) He made a party theme bookmark with cake, hats, streamers and confetti. I told him that its our library’s B’day and we have to make a card. I didn’t tell him that it was a contest and if he does great he might win the contest. I told him to do his best and try to make a nice card for our library who let us borrow lots of books, arrange story time twice a week, art class and lots of other interesting events throughout the year. Everyone is so nice there and we just want to say thanks by making a card for them and the library.<br /><br />“Just like we made card for you and Daddy on Mother’s day and Father’s day?”<br /><br />Yes:-)<br /><br />They had all day event with really wonderful programs like Mother Goose, puppet show, Special story time, Bubble fun and Art time. As soon as the last event ended and we were about to leave, the librarian said “Its time to announce the winners (one from each grade).” By then I didn’t even remember about entering the contest and I knew there are lots of other kids whose mothers spend hrs. teaching them how to color and they color almost perfect. One of my friend’s daughter, who is a year older than A, can color pictures almost perfect. Every week I see my friend sitting with her teaching her how to color while I am trying to argue with Gudiya not to take all the crayons and let others use them too. A colors ok for few seconds and then start doing silly stuff but he is good at drawing stuff since drawing takes only few seconds;-)<br /><br />Now I was sure that my friend’s daughter would win. That day she told me that she drew a book & cake and I thought since she drew something related to library(book) and celebrating(cake), she got it right and its everything they are looking for. I had also told A to draw something related to library but he wanted to draw only the things he drew so I didn’t argue. My friend said that her daughter A already told everyone that she will win and I agreed with her knowing how well she is at coloring. So I told her that even though I didn’t see her bookmark but I am sure she will win too. So when they start announcing the winners I told her go ahead cuz they will be calling her name soon but they called A’s name instead.<br /><br />I couldn’t believe it. The librarian called A and gave him his prize. I didn’t tell A about the contest so he didn’t know what he was getting prize for. I offered my friend the prize since her daughter was so looking forward to it and A didn’t have any clue. She said she had already bought something and wrapped it for her at home so it was ok. A opened his gift right there and it was this..<br /><br />(Where is my prize?)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5_IsA1r2izqkVj8AHgexr8cgFJeMTmusExMiWU39CrIWVw-iLVkPm0SCt-qd1RDct-NUvQR-6Xdgkyl33BRaSjP-bH7_iUvFzaL5fscyhB0vP1ASlgzPKTUc4G80pEv4-YIY/s1600-h/July+07+167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098242660092670434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5_IsA1r2izqkVj8AHgexr8cgFJeMTmusExMiWU39CrIWVw-iLVkPm0SCt-qd1RDct-NUvQR-6Xdgkyl33BRaSjP-bH7_iUvFzaL5fscyhB0vP1ASlgzPKTUc4G80pEv4-YIY/s320/July+07+167.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4ycVN-ovF88DRtdl2cs4T8Y2xR6zBAW-Y7tRgoLDILtj8zKztNrJeUjTxdRjNLMa_UOhlAO5yJ8wbq0MZf30U3GRnJ-rexVHu5MsHp-9ADoLOTEFom0MLMSQO1Su5Nt2wzSs/s1600-h/July+07+168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098242209121104338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4ycVN-ovF88DRtdl2cs4T8Y2xR6zBAW-Y7tRgoLDILtj8zKztNrJeUjTxdRjNLMa_UOhlAO5yJ8wbq0MZf30U3GRnJ-rexVHu5MsHp-9ADoLOTEFom0MLMSQO1Su5Nt2wzSs/s320/July+07+168.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmOQj7qoMBWmloD4dNG5Tm7j1JQE_SPQFcY5WpPPLwgExsJz3eOM52brC7BqlNbgkM_6dcpemccQSM1KToy7npvZKQNS7jCqhrCDhigLGFl-U1GK-CTzfhxxNbTUGK5yMDkWe/s1600-h/July+07+216.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098239378737656258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmOQj7qoMBWmloD4dNG5Tm7j1JQE_SPQFcY5WpPPLwgExsJz3eOM52brC7BqlNbgkM_6dcpemccQSM1KToy7npvZKQNS7jCqhrCDhigLGFl-U1GK-CTzfhxxNbTUGK5yMDkWe/s320/July+07+216.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was his first competition and since he won, I explained it to him what that prize was for.<br />“They had a contest and so many kids made bookmark for the library. Everbody did a great job but they liked yours a little better.” All he said was<br /><br />So I won and Gudiya didn’t? </div><div><br />Yes. </div><div><br />That’s Ok Mommy, I will share my prize with her.</div><br /><div>:-)<br /><br />To make it more special for him we took him out for dinner and Chuckee Cheeses :-) And the next morning I put 2 wrapped things (1 for gudiya) under his pillow and told him “Since you did a great job making bookmark and shared your prize with Gudiya, Jai-Jai left these for you”:-)<br /><br />I never thought that he could win otherwise I would’ve made a copy of the bookmark or at least take a picture of it.. He ia getting another award next week for the summer reading program. Everybody who reads certain number of book during a particular period gets the award.. So both will be getting it this time:-)<br /><br />Here are some pictures of that day..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wkbxR0co4VbLa32QZ6cyXZyB4Ws-1QJVp-zqA2wpWQ-W4Lhjg6_D9Mu1YbVh5P9CTDQSK86EQ2NXSiqgDbeIqNeZ7hGVALPEM_0BHIwtmjcYzV5OXyrVRhqlKomhXomPS2q2/s1600-h/July+07+102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098247393146630802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wkbxR0co4VbLa32QZ6cyXZyB4Ws-1QJVp-zqA2wpWQ-W4Lhjg6_D9Mu1YbVh5P9CTDQSK86EQ2NXSiqgDbeIqNeZ7hGVALPEM_0BHIwtmjcYzV5OXyrVRhqlKomhXomPS2q2/s320/July+07+102.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLn1cQu-fI5-sjIa1uLs_y0TmhRWyojGS0wBodgrKiuQrA1R2Uy0ZSNG7kBimX6W_cuDItCUBMQWYA58sYue5PMcAcML70Is2Vp15s8dhQEa-PLpAg4BIryFCkzg1AwGIl8OF/s1600-h/July+07+109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098247113973756546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-53107400009906952007-07-29T09:45:00.000-04:002007-07-29T21:04:48.255-04:00Last few months-1Lots of things happened since April and they said so many cute things that I wanted to post here but now I don't remember most of them:-( Here are some pictures though..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2CWe_-h2vFvfNXxIebB7DQGDCBVQhQR8TmS3wPnKNp7SN473F9D9XXHlxXkbn7pRJQHBnQZnqSJ7-x2Ee0DTrXhQAn8m57VWhyphenhyphen2jsDJ05-3GvJzGlbuI25wu-8i879NzYDKX/s1600-h/mar07-apr+387.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089027704188850546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2CWe_-h2vFvfNXxIebB7DQGDCBVQhQR8TmS3wPnKNp7SN473F9D9XXHlxXkbn7pRJQHBnQZnqSJ7-x2Ee0DTrXhQAn8m57VWhyphenhyphen2jsDJ05-3GvJzGlbuI25wu-8i879NzYDKX/s320/mar07-apr+387.jpg" 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/><div></div>mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-90317354081114646692007-07-26T18:57:00.000-04:002007-07-26T18:59:58.950-04:00Check this out<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuPMJbqEzUU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuPMJbqEzUU</a><br /><br />Just saw this on Simpsons and guess who enjoyed it the most.. yes, A:-)mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-71572496340553503502007-07-13T09:34:00.000-04:002007-07-13T15:15:00.619-04:00GraduationDid I mention A graduated in May:-) While everyone was singing and dancing, this guy was sitting there feeling shy and making faces.. take a look:-)<br /><br /><a 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Never thought it will reach to a point where nothing gets done and still no satisfaction of at least making the kids happy because one second all seems good and the next second its back to feeling yuck..<br /><br />Anyways, still didn’t get chance to visit blogs yet.. Hopefully I will get more time to do all the stuff I was doing before this blah phase of Gudiya.. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-47389263107698583172007-07-05T15:36:00.000-04:002007-07-05T15:41:49.552-04:00PhewThanks for checking on me and your comments. You all are the best. Since 2 weeks I am thinking of replying and updating the blog but couldn’t. I was gonna write a quick note but I was too optimistic when I thought I could write a whole post when kids are asleep..<br /><br />Its been very hectic lately. Gudiya is on food strike for almost 3 months now. It wasn’t that big of a deal in the beginning. She wanted only fruits & milk all day. I used to force some bread or few bites of other food at night because I didn’t want her to feel hungry at night, not that she woke up even once and ask for food but I was worried that she might feel hungry in her sleep. After 2 weeks I called the doc and she said if she is active and doesn’t look sick, its ok.. She will learn to eat other stuff few months later.. In my mind I was thinking “OMG, did she say few MONTHS later? It means I have to struggle for few months.. Oh no.” Then Hubby came in the picture. I told hubby to try feeding her at night. He is only here for 2 night a week.. Others days he comes home after their feeding time.. Still it was good if she eats from him but she is stubborn. After all the dramas & all she didn’t eat full meal but she did eat better. I guess she is bored with me and she feels happy by keeping me on my toes & bothering the heck out of me;-)<br /><br />All day long I was making new things for her and tried to feed her every 2 hrs. Hubby went out of state for a week and it was no break at all for me. She didn’t want to take nap either and A usually sleep very late.. So it was like 24hr. duty. I included lots of activities thinking it will change her schedule and she might come back to her normal ways. We go out for dinner almost every Friday. Saturday is outing day anyway and we are eating our Saturday’s breakfast at IHOP for a month now. A loves it there and she eats ok too. Every Tuesday & Thursday we go out for story time in the library and then visit few stores. I try giving her a bag of junk food to eat,. sometime it works but not always. Then I took her out on Wednesday morning for another story time. This was in a food store and kids could eat food while listing to stories. I loved it cuz she did eat meal there but she got sick the same week and we haven’t been there since then.<br /><br />The other day she threw up at night & twice in the morning. Now beside feeding her every 2 hrs. I was changing the bed sheets and cleaning the kitchen. I was exhausted & going insane. Same thing happened every time she ate & the next morning we were off to see the doctor. I thought it was just her drama and she is making herself puke but doctor said it was the stomach flu. A never had it so didn’t know the symptoms before. Gave the prescription to the pharmacist & went to grab food. Usually its drive through but hubby decided to go inside. We were almost done and even thought she just had water & hardly ½ spoon of cheese, she threw up there.. Cleaned up the floor while hubby took her to the bathroom. I went to check on her and saw her throwing up there too. Wanted to kill hubby for making the wrong decision at the wrong time but couldn’t since I said yes too. Since then we haven’t been to any store cuz It is embarrassing if she has an accident there. But we are going on long drives & fruit picking since 2 weeks:-)<br /><br />Doc had told to give her chilled juice & sodas but she refused to drink any of it. On top of that she had the worst cough. I didn’t want to give her any cold thing but didn’t have any other choice. From that evening to next afternoon she had only 2 Popsicles and she was so out of energy. Called the doc and asked if we could start milk since she is not drinking anything else and wants chocolate milk. Milk is no-no in stomach flu case but she said to mix half water & see if she throws up. Well she didn’t and that the only thing she drank & had few spoons of pudding in between. This went on for 11/2 week and now since 3 days she is eating a little better. It was like a newborn in the house again. Because of my constant trying to feed her she didn’t lose much weight. It was few only ounces less when we saw the doc. And she was down total of 1 lb till 2 days back.<br /><br />In between all this we managed to socialize. Hubby’s friend with family was here from India. He took them to Washington D.C & I was up at 5 in the morning to cook. I had invited 2 other families 3 days apart from each other. Plans were made weeks before and A was very excited so I didn’t want to cancel it. The other day I was up at 4 in the morning to cook and the third guest family was coming on Friday night and I had all day to do stuff. It went great because other families were gujju, marathi & marwadi and I cooked the Punjabi way; 4 appetizers, 5 dishes & 3 sweet dishes ;-). Just like Twisted Dna mentioned in one of his post about Punjabi hosts, my guest called & said they were full for the next 2 days:-) I was happy.. But now no more get together at home for atleast 6 months ;-) Outside meetings are ok because If I start cooking I can’t stop and its too much for me handle now. Kids had great fun because these friends have same age kids as A & Gudiya. Even kids didn’t want to leave our place:-) and another great thing was that Gudiya ate full meal. It was all before the stomach flu episode.<br /><br />Now she is doing ok since 3 days. No more throwing up. Doc has given the medicine for her eating problem and it suppose to work in 3-4 weeks. I have to wait till she is all better and then start the med so in a day or 2 we will get to that.<br /><br />Because of too much attention to her A had become so angry. She snatches everything he touches. Usually I don’t let her do that but I knew her crying will lead to throwing up so I tried to make A understand. I felt bad but I had no choice. On the bright side he got 5 jelly beans every time she took something from him.. So it wasn’t that bad, I think. He got 2 cavities and we are going to dentist today so I thought what the heck, let him eat more candy:-) She has became more gundi and everytime she sees me holding A, kissing him or hugging him, she gets very angry.. She starts crying or throwing things. I tell her to sit too but no, she doesn’t want him there sitting in my lap. Again I have to make him understand which I hate to do but he knows he will get some surprise from mommy for his understanding :-)<br /><br />I will post few pictures tomorrow.. Have dentist appointment in an hr. and a magic show afterwards..<br /><br />Hugsmommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-22393135388741246992007-05-13T09:51:00.000-04:002007-05-15T17:44:57.335-04:00Happy Mother's Day!This is the first Mother’s day we will be celebrating cuz no one remembered before;-) This year A has concept of celebrating but for some reason its only the taking part he connects with each holiday. On B’day HE wants a big present, On Christmas he wants lots of other things from Santa and on weekends he has his plan to visit his favorite places. So I thought now is the good time to introduce them the concept of making someone else’s day special too and a day where you give gift instead of expecting one;-)<br /><br />So last week I told hubby & A that we are celebrating Mothers day.. Even though we go out on Saturdays only, I want to celebrate on THAT day, not advance.. I want to go to “that” place for lunch &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; I want a card from A;-) Next morning hubby wished me “Happy Mothers day” lol.. and I told him that it will be next week;-) Its been busy week to make the card still they STARTED making it the other day:-)<br /><br />This morning hubby wished me after I asked him “Aren’t you forgetting something?” ;-) I think after going though this checklist he thought Mothers day could be the possibility and since we did talk about it YESTERDAY, he wished me;-) Then he told A & Gudiya to wish me:-) Now I am waiting for my card &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; lunch;-) oh and next year I don’t want to pick the place, they have to give me a surprise;-)<br /><br />I wanted to post this today, on Mothers day since I won’t be able to post till tomorrow.. I will update later with pictures of the card & lunch:-)<br /><br />Happy Mothers day:-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><p>UPDATE </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagxNotNiKV1EH4CzrSCQ-u7IDKePmRaBjxy6lEFAvsjeEp7R76cNi8YEF5gYO-DEFjlJf3qPARruJhPaikOCtvS7KvQMoraV52nzCjjZqs7bq5eSp1ZgnjkAvPvrxvlMROMhp/s1600-h/mothers+day+006-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064905590901061218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagxNotNiKV1EH4CzrSCQ-u7IDKePmRaBjxy6lEFAvsjeEp7R76cNi8YEF5gYO-DEFjlJf3qPARruJhPaikOCtvS7KvQMoraV52nzCjjZqs7bq5eSp1ZgnjkAvPvrxvlMROMhp/s200/mothers+day+006-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZqVnVnzUWGdQmoSZLh3-tZg4jT8Q6Coe-LjJGGZHEoLZgB9F5cs8aLeebeQOXf0QDIvDwGAve7Z_-jguGdo1WyhSJtZFNGWR8TWd42921wEjkJNnytwkGlqqd3plbYISnPWZ/s1600-h/mothers+day+009-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064905350382892626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZqVnVnzUWGdQmoSZLh3-tZg4jT8Q6Coe-LjJGGZHEoLZgB9F5cs8aLeebeQOXf0QDIvDwGAve7Z_-jguGdo1WyhSJtZFNGWR8TWd42921wEjkJNnytwkGlqqd3plbYISnPWZ/s200/mothers+day+009-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWCl_DwitekNgbCa8zpJ478OzdOOV-vUi5LbfGtGa35aYswK7-QHACkliBwNj0yZ4vbsBOWAtzhURPcRIPK7phUGdwimTvU7LoJ0QHPZPONtVXWV8lv68h4kzJvF4ghLym6tZ/s1600-h/mothers+day+034-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064905127044593218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWCl_DwitekNgbCa8zpJ478OzdOOV-vUi5LbfGtGa35aYswK7-QHACkliBwNj0yZ4vbsBOWAtzhURPcRIPK7phUGdwimTvU7LoJ0QHPZPONtVXWV8lv68h4kzJvF4ghLym6tZ/s200/mothers+day+034-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSUgLJJEquZGtjQ-J3IQUMJzcitpB_d44dOoN1E-jXgDCBqRytTE_jq8965yCNIGT-UFkztDt9y_i7-GHuqd9J31L1NLfCa_c0QY7cacR28jMAUTmDoeNN0N7tVgAD0UylHcG/s1600-h/mothers+day+036-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064904834986817074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSUgLJJEquZGtjQ-J3IQUMJzcitpB_d44dOoN1E-jXgDCBqRytTE_jq8965yCNIGT-UFkztDt9y_i7-GHuqd9J31L1NLfCa_c0QY7cacR28jMAUTmDoeNN0N7tVgAD0UylHcG/s200/mothers+day+036-1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-40866656659098345922007-05-07T10:31:00.000-04:002007-05-07T10:33:16.071-04:004 FeetThe other day we were in a playground and A saw a sign of “4 feet” and picture of kids playing together..<br /><br />Mamma, it says 4 years old kids can play with their friends here. (Since he turned 4 every 4 numbers means 4 YEARS.)<br /><br />No, Its not 4 years, its 4 feet.. F-E-E-T.<br /><br />4 feet?<br /><br />Yes.<br /><br />(He looked down and counted 1,2) But I have only 2. How do you get 4 feet?<br /><br /> :-)mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-56575990830029723532007-04-26T19:05:00.000-04:002007-04-26T19:11:34.721-04:00Getting BigAt least twice a week I struggle feeding A and 3 times a day feeding Gudiya. Gudiya is very stubborn but A is the one whom I can distract, yell or scare and he eats his meal. Those times I tell him<br /><br />Eat your food otherwise you won’t get big. Gudiya will get bigger and you will stay like this.<br />If I finish my food I will get big?<br />Yes<br />Like Pappa?<br />Yes<br />Like You?<br />Yes<br />Like Nani Bhua & Nanu?<br />Yes<br />Very big?<br />Yes<br />Very very big?<br />Yes<br />Very very very big?<br />Yes<br />Like Rakshash?<br />Umm NO.<br />Like you & Pappa?<br />Yes<br />Mamma I don’t want to eat too much and get big like Rakshash. I don’t like rakshash..<br />But If you eat, you will be big enough to scare them away...<br /><br />And this is the conversation we have on every food strike day:-) and it works every time:-)<br /><br />**************<br /><br />There are days when I think about going on a diet and I feel so good for 2-3 hrs until I think of food or the next meal, whatever comes first;-) Then for a day I weigh myself after every meal;-) A is aware of my this routine;-) Once he saw some diet ad on tv and asked<br /><br />Mamma what are they saying?<br />They are saying if you do “this” exercise you won’t be fat anymore.. You will get skinny.<br /><br />Every other month I get the diet bug and every time I step on the scale he ask me<br /><br />Are you getting skinny?<br />No<br />Are you getting fat?<br />(looking at him with angry eyes”;-P )<br />NO, I just have to stop eating the bad stuff.<br />You ate bad food, Mamma?<br />Yes.<br />What did you eat?<br />Samosas and all other fried food and that too a lot.<br />You ate lots & lots?<br />Yes<br />So you got big?<br />Ummm yes.<br />You got Fat?<br />Ummm<br />You become rakshash?<br />NOOOOO (God, I got to stop eating fried food;-P)mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-6501726359937153462007-04-23T10:21:00.000-04:002007-04-23T10:28:08.416-04:00Gudiya and AGudiya likes to jump on the bed. No matter how many times I try to stop her she just never stop. Even though I am always there stopping her still I am afraid that she is gonna fall down and get hurt so now to avoid that I have to yell & scream to make her stop..<br /><br />Yesterday as soon as I put her on the bed she start jumping again. Seeing her A started doing the same. I told them to stop but nope, they continued. I tried to distract them but it didn’t work either. Then I yelled at them and A stopped but she kept laughing & jumping. I screamed<br /><br />You cannot jump on the bed. You will fall down and hit your head. Stop before you get hurt..<br /><br />Laughing & Jumping<br /><br />STOP YOU WILL GET HURT<br /><br />Laughing & jumping<br /><br />Ok stop or I am gonna spank you<br /><br />Laughing & Jumping<br /><br />Allright then, *spank*<br /><br />Laughing & Jumping<br /><br />Another spank<br /><br />Laughing & Jumping<br /><br />A: Stop Gudiya, If You get hurt on your head how will you comb your hair and put clips.<br />(Yeah that’s the only worrying point if she gets hurt;-)<br /><br />**********<br /><br />Every time I tell her to sit down, she jumps & sit down.. Actually lands on her butt. I told her that one day she is gonna fly and instead of the bed she will land on the floor and get hurt.. But Gudiya is Gudiya, loves to scare the heck out of me.. So yesterday she did that again & I yelled at her. A was there too and said<br /><br />“Gudiya you can hurt your butt then how will you do potty? So listen to mamma”:-)<br /><br />Talk about putting 2 and 2 together;-)mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-57004935921763416952007-04-17T22:28:00.000-04:002007-04-18T00:24:05.263-04:00Happy B’day Dear Hubby & A<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fOQNEaDRQIUWwfS61FBB9v4eN0J45WNrOV8TgUuwUNrNwwYY9Eh-0IcvGtQzG0-qVgrPz4YHrSlGmpjfgnKwNAcpzoaj037idfZ4TCwcJsazTMYPgo2BJWyauatgaVi2Pols/s1600-h/mar07-apr+113-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054602468161952002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fOQNEaDRQIUWwfS61FBB9v4eN0J45WNrOV8TgUuwUNrNwwYY9Eh-0IcvGtQzG0-qVgrPz4YHrSlGmpjfgnKwNAcpzoaj037idfZ4TCwcJsazTMYPgo2BJWyauatgaVi2Pols/s200/mar07-apr+113-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>It was Hubby’s & A’s B’day on Friday, yes the same day:-). We usually go out to celebrate and cut the cake at home but this time A is into celebrating with friends so I was planning accordingly. I got all the information and decided the place and everything but because of all that happened last month, I decided not to do it the way I was going to. I didn’t think A would mind but boy, was I wrong. Everyday he asked me if we were going to invite his friends and celebrate at his favorite place. Finally I thought of calling 2 of my friends just so that A won’t feel bad that we didn’t invite anybody and planed to celebrate at home.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58YedkW2a63Cek75FcdGwWOW4paQN4jZuf7Sqckp565m05AxbHYteQTH6g6HLcNWDKooHzJ3HA36jV9QsNgjwzjqbUMl6A8Mae9GUnceUr7Lm4EXpqTNrRKqt-MOPqt0-uZCH/s1600-h/mar07-apr+227-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054602639960643858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58YedkW2a63Cek75FcdGwWOW4paQN4jZuf7Sqckp565m05AxbHYteQTH6g6HLcNWDKooHzJ3HA36jV9QsNgjwzjqbUMl6A8Mae9GUnceUr7Lm4EXpqTNrRKqt-MOPqt0-uZCH/s200/mar07-apr+227-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>When I talked to him he got mad at me because I already told him that we would celebrate at <a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/main/index.php?content=content/party.swf">Chuckee Cheese</a>. He kept bringing the information paper I got from Chuckee Cheese and told me that he wanted to celebrate there. I tried to talk to him but every time he got mad at me. I thought if I won’t do it he will feel very bad so called my friends & told them to come to <a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/main/index.php?content=content/party.swf">Chuckee Cheese </a>and since it was far away I had to change the day from Friday to Saturday so that they could come with their family.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LuTb5piFJPx5RvnCM8Tzt04mWJEs9j0PcGQRHU26_9p3XBWrK8saLld0_uFr_KN5M5oVFHyAlZ7CK4QJvAEol9xF_ZhM3Up8r7G2fiYNnQBfXhHAwk0UNyuOAkMALI0W_w_w/s1600-h/mar07-apr+258-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054603189716457762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LuTb5piFJPx5RvnCM8Tzt04mWJEs9j0PcGQRHU26_9p3XBWrK8saLld0_uFr_KN5M5oVFHyAlZ7CK4QJvAEol9xF_ZhM3Up8r7G2fiYNnQBfXhHAwk0UNyuOAkMALI0W_w_w/s200/mar07-apr+258-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>I asked him what did he want on his birthday and he kept saying, 1 apple, 1 banana, lots of candy, lots of ice cream, big cake, decoration and balloons. I was thinking of surprising him by decorating with banner & balloons in the morning but hubby leaves early in the morning and there is no way kids can stay in the bedroom without me. They are up as soon as I get up. And then hubby said if you do all that & celebrate the next day he will feel bad because he will be expecting everything on that day so I decide we will do the American way; celebrate on the weekend:-).<br /><br />On Friday I just kissed him but didn’t wish. When I called hubby to wish him A was there and he said<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-lXh5om5M6mZGg4DQUdbZyR2-ffIQpI2lcE-Zi3O2EEOnwB5VnIqJ_gitYS5kQPhSV5_qkC6iaKqH-_xTPBqJf1C2Cg1AxgpyFSCDPb-jPNrsqb02UUzT6zcRNiJ8diu6sGE/s1600-h/mar07-apr+285-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054603683637696818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-lXh5om5M6mZGg4DQUdbZyR2-ffIQpI2lcE-Zi3O2EEOnwB5VnIqJ_gitYS5kQPhSV5_qkC6iaKqH-_xTPBqJf1C2Cg1AxgpyFSCDPb-jPNrsqb02UUzT6zcRNiJ8diu6sGE/s200/mar07-apr+285-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>“But its my B’day too”<br />“No , your B’day is tomorrow”<br />“No mamma, Jai Jai said mine & papa’s B’day is on the same day”<br />“Ohh yeah, sorry Papa, its not ur B’day today.. mommy made a mistake..we will wish you tomorrow;-)”<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_yXXNQk5J65475SsAspc0Imv6lcbs0iyrf1C170327iVSGFZHvCkyEJPi6MNpW5BqErOfNQU8gTkeEf8o6pLeovnJvDu6b0_swY6d6lXPLc3Jw5GxpZaQrupWW0i0VF_3YdG/s1600-h/mar07-apr+305-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054618879231990130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_yXXNQk5J65475SsAspc0Imv6lcbs0iyrf1C170327iVSGFZHvCkyEJPi6MNpW5BqErOfNQU8gTkeEf8o6pLeovnJvDu6b0_swY6d6lXPLc3Jw5GxpZaQrupWW0i0VF_3YdG/s200/mar07-apr+305-2.jpg" border="0" /></a>So the next day I got up extra early.. Decorate the place, not too much but enough to make him happy:-) Baked a small cake in my soup bowl:-), put his presents out.. He was really happy and as soon as he saw the balloons he said “Did Jai-Jai do that for me? Because I am a good boy?”<br />“Yes, Jai-Jai did that for you:-)”.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOCG_OnCFapgBRAPAZsTvRq-7eoJzfzOKuQ1sIJTOjQ39oHahC4ZjO4Dp0p3_gaRn1c6Lj87-tQaVFXIEOwKyEHPOvku8ngKVLwGw60b2KW7AAWOADf-DRt_x2XBn4sEmgH8n/s1600-h/mar07-apr+229-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054605693682391378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOCG_OnCFapgBRAPAZsTvRq-7eoJzfzOKuQ1sIJTOjQ39oHahC4ZjO4Dp0p3_gaRn1c6Lj87-tQaVFXIEOwKyEHPOvku8ngKVLwGw60b2KW7AAWOADf-DRt_x2XBn4sEmgH8n/s200/mar07-apr+229-1.jpg" border="0" /></a>He is not into gifts as long as something is wrapped in a gift paper, he is happy.. so we didn’t get him any present as I am out of space to put anymore toys still I got him around 10 little thing that I knew he would like. We played with the balloons, made goody bags. Then we cut the cake.. It was magic candle and both of them had lots of fun until the candle was out. Then it was time for some bubble fun:-) It was just great morning and we all had so much fun.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054606475366439266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovJ62UHanUqM_UjJd3g1EjsRCFlUN-MwXJS8v6Qx3yJvX67-2XJK9gNpPUsOtxo3WSd3N42xrjAHmcMlqGl9DZYetLvTyfA5fPQbaPEuoU9PfLR4Ajpi3BsFiUFY_nR1BNFdz/s200/mar07-apr+314-1.jpg" border="0" />We had planned to keep him in B’day mode all day long so after all that we went out for lunch. Had relaxed 2hr. lunch and then went to pick up the cake. We reached Chucke Cheese around 5:10 and my friends were there within 10 minutes. Everybody had blast there. Little after a hr. we cut the cake, had pizza and everybody went back to play. We were getting so tired but kids didn’t want to leave. Had to drag the kids out because it was already 8:30 and they were playing for more than 3hrs. Gave them goody bags and said thanks. We waited for them to leave and we left in 25 minutes too..<br /><br />It was great but very tiring day. We didn’t get up until 12 the next day:-)<br />His only complaint “I am a boy and I wanted to celebrate with my boy friends not with girls:-)”mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-67021823838033589202007-04-06T20:41:00.000-04:002007-04-06T20:47:59.623-04:00Priceless!Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.<br /><br />Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.<br /><br />Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"<br /><br />He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.<br /><br />Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?"<br /><br />"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.<br /><br />Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"<br /><br />His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"<br /><br />Broken Coffee Table $239.99<br />Hot Breakfast $4.20<br />Two Aspirins $.38<br />Saying the right thing, at the right time..<br /><br />Priceless!mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-77446855659413438392007-04-06T20:34:00.000-04:002007-04-06T20:38:17.172-04:00Comment moderation and anonymous commentsI used to think why people go through all the trouble and choose to moderate. After all its very time consuming.. One reason could be because they don’t want to miss responding to anybody and another is that they want to avoid stupid comments.. I have seen so many posts with “comment deleted by blog admin” and few comment sections turned into a war zone because of few stupid comments by yeah, stupid anonymous person.<br /><br />If someone writes about something on his or her blog, obviously they don’t mind getting positive or negative comments but is it has to be nasty comment? By starting with “I hope you take it in the right spirit” makes the following poisonous words turned into sweet message? I don’t think so.. And why do most anonymous get the right to leave nasty comments? I said most cuz not every anonymous person is out there to leave nasty comment to get rid of their frustration.<br /><br /> If you think you are so right why are you scared to leave your name and email id for further clarity;-) What are you scared off? You don’t want people of know it is your opinion by staying anonymous? On every blog there are lots of comments from anonymous people because they don’t have blog but most of them are nice & leave their name even though they are saying something negative...<br /><br />I don’t think anybody has all positive opinion on every post they have written on their blog but not everybody leave a nasty comment.. I mean you can argue your point but no need to show your bitchiness or is it must? But because of few of those nasty anonymous people, people use “block” feature & miss getting sensible comments from people who don’t have a blog..<br /><br />So please if you really have to get rid of your frustration on someone’s blog, don’t make the comment section a nasty zone.. If you must get rid of your itch, email the person so that you can get your answer back cuz not everybody is like “you” .<br /><br />All I can say to those people is “keep your right spirited comments to yourself & click on “close””.<br /><br /> <em>Why this post today??? Yes, you got it.. I got a nasty comment and even though I don’t have the energy or need to fight with a masked person, I would like to clear things by trying to be equally nasty (hey I am no saint;-) but not here;-) Email me or leave your email id..</em>mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-13361505502090271592007-04-04T17:11:00.000-04:002007-04-04T17:44:37.828-04:00Another school dilemmaYesterday was one busy day. A had Easter party and even though I told hubby to sign up for juice, he signed up for fruit salad. Crazy guy doesn’t know that its already hard for me have my cup of tea before noon and now I have to peel & cut fruits and make sure they don’t turn brown. Then I had to go for his registration in his new school, which I didn’t like at all. I don’t know if I am picky but I just didn’t get the right feel when I was there. There were lots of students in the hallway but I couldn’t see A in anybody. We register him anyway but now I am thinking of lots of options<br /><br />1.) Renting a place few blocks away, near a good school, so that A can go to better school (Stupid public school system according to which part of the town you live in).<br />2.) Send him to his <a href="http://babymomblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/finalize-school.html#links">old school</a> again.<br />3.) Find another private school since the other one was daycare type and now its time to find something which is more of a school<br />4.) Send him to this school anyway and see if he is learning good things or bad and then decide accordingly.<br />5.) Keep him home for few months and work on relocating.<br /><br />On the other hand Gudiya put a show for the ladies there.. She danced there singing the wiggle song and with her hands on her cheeks, she kept saying, “wake up Jeff” “wake up Jeff” while they were clapping & clapping. We had to stay there for sometime so that she can finish singing and dancing;-)<br /><br />I was planning on going to India around end of September, during Dushera & Diwali, but now I can’t go since A’s school is starting in September. But I don’t want to go there in summer and take care of the sick kids instead of having fun. Now I might go in December but I don’t want to miss Christmas either. Any suggestions..mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-40771465280316304452007-04-02T17:50:00.000-04:002007-04-02T17:55:26.706-04:00Bhagam BhagIs the latest favorite. First half an hr. of the movie has to be watched over & over again and the <a href="http://www.dhingana.com/ViewDedication.php?name=NTAxMw%3D%3D&val1=MA%3D%3D&val2=cHJvY2Vzcw%3D%3D">song</a> has to repeat at least 10times before anything.<br /><br />20 times a day she comes to me saying “BhagaBhaga” and the minute its on she put her hands on her knees and shake her bum. She try to copy by blinking her eyes, hand actions, shaking her leg & all.. Even though its not closer to how Tanushree does, its fun to watch her try to copy all the dance movements..:-)<br /><br />The first time we watched, I had to go in the kitchen and I told A to sit & watch and let me now later what was going on and this is what he said<br /><br />(A pointing to Akshay & Govinda)<br /><br />Mamma, this guy wants the girl and that guy wants the same girl too, why can’t they share.<br /><br />Well, girl is not something you share. She can decide if she wants to be with Akshay or Govinda.<br /><br />(Then he watched it for few more seconds and pointed to the girls dancing in the back & said)<br /><br />Mamma why can’t they pick one of the other girls.. They are dancing good too.<br /><br /> I don’t know:-)<br /> <br /><br />Ohh & he loves Gullu, especially when everybody decide to go to Germany in his car:-).mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-36354399294654000492007-03-27T18:50:00.000-04:002007-03-27T21:24:29.578-04:00Hi!!Thanks for missing me girls:-) And special thanks to Kodi’s mom for her humorous email and want to check on me.. And thanks Sush for your email. It was very nice of you all to leave message asking for me:-). It means alot to me:-) Thanks..<br /><br />On March 2nd I was about to post but we went out and I thought I would post in the morning. 2hrs later we got a call that my FIL passed away. We were in toys r us and hubby came to me saying, “Dad passed away and I have to go to India”. His Father was sick for few months still it wasn’t expected and in the past we talked about hubby going to India he always said that he can’t go cuz there are lots of things going on here, his job & study related, so he won’t be able to but when he said he had to go It was so unexpected and I was scared. Yes, scared because I can’t live alone. I couldn’t go with him because somebody has to take care of the stuff here.<br /><br />Anyways, he spent most of the night finding ticket online & I spent thinking how am I going to spend 2-3 weeks alone:-(. Days are not a problem since he is never home but I am so scared to be alone at night. He left the next afternoon for 2 weeks. I hardly slept that night and almost all lights were on every night until hubby came back.<br /><br />Next day started as usual but around afternoon I started to get scared thinking of being alone at night. Two night of not sleeping made me very tired, zombie alike, and another sleepless night was on its way. That night around 1:30 I got a call from my Bhua. It was my bhua's FIL's death anniversary and they were thinking of going to temple but they found out that my uncle's older brother died in his sleep:-(. His wife went with morning tea to wake him up on Sunday but he didn't respond. When they took him to the hospital, they said he died 2 hrs back.. I wonder if he had woken up early to go to work he might have been alive? He died the same day as his father, 2 years later.. It was just so sad and I felt worse. They didn’t have any kid and they adopted his niece but she too died few years back at the age of 14. Now they had one adopted son who was very very attached to him. I kept thinking of everything when I met his 3 years ago:-(.<br /><br />I couldn’t sleep till 4:30 in the morning and was up around 8 cuz kids were up by then:-(. The whole time hubby was in India I waited till morning to sleep and all day I was like a zombie.. Even now when he is back I still can’t sleep till late:-( A’s school was close and I was keeping them busy.. I hardly had time to even check email. I was online 2-3 times just to pay the bills & all. I wanted to check my blog but I knew once I see comments I will have the itch to respond & kids were really keeping me all busy so I thought I will check once they are asleep but A never slept before 1 in the morning & then I was too tired to even think about the blog.<br /><br />Even if I couldn’t be online I still thought of everybody & I always though I will at least read few blogs but I couldn’t even do that. Hubby was back on 17th and I thought of updating my blog but he had jetlag & it was difficult to make kids not bother him all day long. Next day he had to arrange stuff for his seminar & he left again on Tuesday for another 3 days. He came back on Friday night, actually around 4 in the morning because there was smoke coming out of his original plane then they had to switch the plane. Weekend was busy. Yesterday was Ashtami & I had to do kanjak and now here is an update from me:-).<br /><br />I still can’t sleep till 2-3 in the morning & days are still very tiring.. I hope everybody is doing great. I will check all my favorite blogs once I am out of my zombie mode;-).<br /><br />Hugsmommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31600903.post-22579668289661298122007-03-01T17:06:00.000-05:002007-03-01T17:14:20.909-05:00Why A didn't want to write...Yesterday I read an Indian story to A. It was about a grandma telling his grandson to study for his exam. When I went to the kitchen I told A to get his notebook & pencil and write something and he said<br /><br />No mamma, I don’t want to.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Because<br /><br />Because??<br /><br />Because I don’t want to.<br /><br />Remember that grandma was telling that boy to study, so you have to study too now since you heard the story;-) Otherwise Im not going to read you any more stories.<br /><br />But my teacher said not to study.<br /><br />Yeah?<br /><br />Yes, My teacher said not to study.<br /><br />Who, Miss T?<br /><br />No, Miss C said not to study.<br /><br />Alright, let me call her and ask..<br /><br />No, you can not call.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Because school is closed now.<br /><br />Ok, I will call tomorrow then and ask Miss C if she said not to study.<br /><br />No, you can’t call them tomorrow.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Because then they will say we are closing the school.<br /><br />But I can still talk to them..<br /><br />No, you can not.<br /><br />Ok, now when you will go to school tomorrow, I will ask then.<br /><br />No, Miss C will be sick tomorrow and She won’t be in the school. Only Mrs T will be there.<br /><br />Ok, I will wait when Miss C is all better and come to school, then I will ask her.<br /><br />Mamma, she is sick. She will come next year.<br /><br />I was out of questions;-)mommyof2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195439582301723768noreply@blogger.com39