Back to my blog after a celebration

No, You did not hop to a cooking blog. You are right here on right space, Hope I am still at the corner of your minds, Man!!!!!! dig me back to the center. This was the longest gap I have taken since I started my blog, got busy with my Kid these days.

Coming to the cake, I made this Tres leches(3-milk cake) for my Son's 2nd Birthday. It was a famous Mexican dessert and every one including my Son liked it and thanks for my friend Chaitali for sharing this wonderful recipe.

His Dad bought a car for him as a Birthday present and













I prepared a card with all his favourite characters. He was very much excited as it says his fantasy.

On weekend, we celebrated Kids party at home. These are the cookies I made for the party where Kids as well elders got tempted. Only few left for my photo.

It was a nice feel when Kids achieve their milestones, he was so curious to cut his Birthday cake and been waiting from past one month. He enjoyed the whole day by saying ' appy, appy' clapping his hands and by showing the decoration to every one who visited to wish him.

What a Coincidence

This post is brought to you by the letter 'R' and by the number 14. My name starts with letter 'R' and DH's name too and so I wanted to name my Son that starts with the same letter. Our elders left that choice to us and I shortlisted some baby names of that kind and finally we both stuck to the name Rithvik.

Both my Mom and my Mom in law have the first letter as 'R' in their names and my elder co sister, Niece, Sister in law joins to the list. ' R' rocks in our family hehehe.....

Coming to the number story, we siblings share same Birthday date but on different months like mine is on March 14th and my Sister's is on September 14th and my younger Sister's(Uncle's daughter )is on January 14th and here comes my Son continuing the path being born on May 14th. A great coincidence, Isn't it!!!!!!

Idea courtesy of this post is Deepa, wife of my Husband's cousin. Lemme count how many R's will be on comments side.

My Bouncy boy

The night when we ran to the hospital for my delivery is still before my eyes, with in the 2 hrs I joined, my little bundle of joy joined us wondering all the doctors over there. A silent cry with his eyes slightly open and his cute lips will stay forever in my mind. Those tough times in my pregnancy soon turned to be sweet nothings with our first kiss and a hug.Women are blessed to be Mothers who could cherish some beautiful moments that defines the beauty of a life.

I must thank Varunavi for passing this beautiful tag, where I could reveal Mother in me. As this tag says to write five things I love about being a mother.

• Being pregnant, I loved the feel of his kicks and moves, Though painful sometimes, they are sweet sweet so sweeeet.


• I love to kiss him soon he slips to sleep. My Mom says a big NO to this but I could not resist myself.
  
• He kisses me while munching the food that are a great treat for his taste buds and then I simply stare at him to not to miss his joyful expression.


• He comes back to hug me though I shout or I am angry at him that's how they steal our hearts with their innocence filled love.


• His cute Lil steps(I should say lil runs, he rarely walks) and eyes search for me saying 'maama, maama' in my absence and cries if he could not see me for a while.

and there are many more, every moment with him is a gifted one and precious. I realised the value of a Mother being a Mother rather than being a daughter. His bubbly words, silly acts, messy arts, quirky habits.....makes our 'life' ride exciting on a happy rail(touch wood). He will be Two by this May. May God give him bright future.

I wish all the best to many of my friends who are to be Moms. You are gonna enjoy a lot. I want to pass this tag to my sister.

Poor me!!!!!!!!!

Rithvik plays with every item in our house, Though he has lot of toys he always plays with my kitchen stuff, he almost spoiled my nonstick pans. Want to know his recent mischievous jobs, he removed the burner of stove by stepping on to the door of conventional oven that's located under the stove. He dismantled Ikea dining chair, he climbs on the glass dining and stumps on it. He tries hard to reach the shelves of a cupboard.

Did you ever see a keyboard like this??? waah waah.... its my 'Dell' laptop keyboard, almost 'dull' keys like Space bar, Shift, some alphabets are plucked by him. My DH always asks me to type if he wants to browse any thing from this laptop and now he regrets for not taking insurance for it. Its the time for you to appreciate me for managing my blog for the past one year with this gone case.

On a lighter side, I want to share his recent video. It may not be much clear as it is captured from my mobile.

Golden days

The feel of living in an own house is very great. Two days back, I dreamt of our own house where we lived together. Next morning, I was so disturbed as it took me to my sweet past. I was brought up in a joint family where we had loads of fun enjoying every bit of my life. After my Marriage, my Dad and Uncle got separated and our house was sold.

If I look back, now I realise the value of own house where we plan, imagine, monitor every brick of it. Thus we give life to our dreams, love it as a living entity. We tend to be bonded with it. Many praised our house as it has its own beauty. Its a big, modern, spacious, well designed, huge garden in front. Its very hard to digest the fact that it is no more ours......In that great house, I enjoyed a lot with my graduation mates. As it is very near to my college, all of us had had a good time. We celebrated so many functions. They are just memories sweet memories. I can't get those days back.

Poor me!!! I even don't have a snap of our beautiful house to share, hmm this time no search engine can help me out....Yes, there is no answer for some sensitive and precious matters in this world.

American Mother Vs Indian Mother

I already posted in my blog about my banging neighbour (Click on it if you wanna read) she complained again, this time as per my advice, my apartment manager arranged a meeting including our couple, neighbour and herself. The problem is, my American neighbour is having disturbance of peace because of our kid.

My apartment manager being an American supported her, saying
---An American mother puts her kid to bed by 6pm where as an Indian mother doesn't...
---They were too aware of children and grand children but didn't observe this kind of tempo .
---They opine that we do not train the kids properly.

we argued in this way
---As a kid/children, we too used to go to bed early but not as early as 6pm, this generation kids' are different.
---No two kids are of same, they behave entirely different.
--- It will take some time to understand for kids, at least they must be of 2.5 yrs to realise what to do and what not to do.

I agree that my kid is bit active but he is as same as other Indian kids, raising kids varies with different cultures. I never encourage him to disturb others but at the same time I cant destruct his activities, I cant restrict him by keeping no entry zones. May be because they don't have much spice in their food, their kids' stay calm but that doesn't possible for a Indian kid. I love to see my kid playing all the time exploring new. I simply love to see him as an energetic busy beeeeeeee.
Pour your ideas and correct me if I am wrong.

Sweet first words

My Lil Son blabbers a lot. He is trying to imitate our words and I taught him the word "Naana" and soon to my surprise he pointed out to his Dad's photo and said Naana and later on when ever he couldn't see his Dad at home, he keeps on saying Naana,Naana... Its very nice to hear such cute sweet first words from kids. I could see the happiness in my DH's face when he is called. I want to share this audio clip with you. I will update this post with some more if I get a chance to record.

My Lil TIGER

On Friday evening we went to the Halloween party in my Hubby s office. I bought a tiger dress for Rithvik. He enjoyed wearing it and seemed to be curious to scare us. I was never been to Halloween party. Its very fun to watch the kids in different costumes, every kid had a Polaroid photograph there and they immediately got busy in preparing a greeting by sticking that photo and decorating it with the stuff provided there. I really got surprised to the way the kids presented their imaginations by painting on the pumpkins, greetings, bags etc...they all enjoyed the haunted house and had pizza there. Its very fun to see my Lil Tiger playing there.

I am Sorry My Son

Last Wednesday I went for shopping with my Lil Rithvik. While I was looking at their collection, Suddenly Rithvik took the plastic disposable glass and bit a piece of it and swallowed. I immediately kept my hand inside his mouth. I could feel it but he slipped out of my hands when I made an attempt to take it out and I failed to do so and then I made him upside down but all in my vain. I called my DH and asked him to come over there( thanks for the Lady who gave her phone to make a call to DH)and we called the Doctor and she advised us to fed him Banana/Rice. She said that even an X-ray could not trace the piece so there is nothing we can do unless running for a emergency if he has any abnormal behaviour.

He rejected Banana and I gave him rice he ate it and played for some time and slept as usual but no one could imagine what we have gone through that night. It was so terrible keeping our fingers crossed, we both did not had a sleep. Next morning even I could not notice it in his potty. But by God's grace, he was fine. A feeling in my Heart is bothering me every second that it was all by my mistake and my inability to take care.

We enquired in India and the doctor there said that it is okay if we didn't face any complication until 2 and half hrs but the doctors here opine that it may take 1 month to get that piece out from his body and may expect complications, which was so shocking for us. Now my mind was fully disturbed making me to react hyper even for his usual behaviour. Only a positive thought could help me now..........Oh God..........

I love my Papa

I don't know with what shall i start with. My Daddy ....I love him very much. He is a repository of qualities like Discipline,Honest,Dedication that adds an essence to life. He is a synonym for Patience,hard work and he s very down to Earth.

In my childhood days, my class mates used to get money from home to buy what ever things they want. one day i asked my Dad to gimme money so that i can also buy something but he said "No dear i will not give you money,tell me what ever you want I will get it for you.You can take that to school and enjoy with your friends"At that particular time, I thought like why doesn't he give money to me??? I am too young then to understand what my papa wants me to teach but when i grew,I realised that My dad made me to know the value of a rupee. Later when i was in 8th or so he used to give me money. I used to tell him the way how i spent single paisa though he s not curious to know and he used to say "No ra,no need to explain me those all, I know how you will do" but i still have the habit of writing expense list.
He is so friendly, if the world allows me to call him as a friend rather than papa i would love to...We(myself and my elder sister) are very close to him and share everything with him even about the road romeos who used to tease us in those days and whenever we(sisters) had a quarrel between us, he used to come in between and tried to solve it in a Humorous way.

Ours is a joint family. My dad and my Uncle(dad's brother) used to manage the business and they worked hard to raise it. There are so many days in my life I saw him without enough sleep because of hectic work. In short... he is workaholic. and Though he had so many worries in his life, he never made us to feel so his face soon turns to smiley looking at us. Though he is busy with all his activities,he made us to wake up early in the morning at around 4 am and taught us English grammar,vocabulary etc. Some times he helped me in solving problems in Mathematics subject.Up to my knowledge he slapped me hard only one time.I still remember that incident when i was in 3rd standard,he helped him in doing my maths home work and he asked me to solve the last problem but in turn I said "Dad, why don't you solve this also..."he got angry and slapped me hard.

He filled our lives with many gifts and with many surprises he bought us every thing what we need before hand. In those days,there was a big variation between a girl and a boy but he never had that feeling. He gave us enough freedom to enjoy our life in a healthy environment.I am proud to be his daugther. He always forgets his glasses,cell phone,keys and seeks for my Mom's help to get them back.That's a funny scene to watch for us over there. Now,being a mother, I realise that raising kids is not a simple thing, its an Art. They always asks me to give them a chance to raise my Son. Yes, I am happy to send him as I am sure that he will be raised with good qualities but i feel that discipline disappears when coming to the case of grand children instead pampering gets substituted.

Finally I thank him for giving me a treasure of happiness,none other than my life partner for me. He always wanted me to get married to a jobholder as he is aware of the lives of business' people.May Baba give him all the happiness my only wish is let him have a cool life even now.I wish to be his daughter always and always.I miss you Dad .....HAPPY FATHERS DAY.