Book Fair

It was book fair week at little miss Haana's school last week. Just like the last year, little miss Haana made a list of the books she wanted to get from the book fair. We capped it at a certain budget and she made the necessary adjustments to her list. Last Friday she came back home with the new books she'd bought from the book fair. There was a few fiction books for her, a fancy mechanical pencil, stickers and then she had gotten a book of Trucks, Fire Engines, Dump Trucks and Bulldozers for little Bobby boy!! 

Aww, how sweet and thoughtful of the big sister! I fussed over her and attempted to give her kisses that she dodged as usual!

Getting Glasses

After postponing for weeks i finally got little miss Haana for her eye exam after school today. She'd been complaining she has trouble reading the board from the back at class. At least part of the procrastination was due to dread. I had been convincing myself that she's complaining for no reason, her eyes are fine. And I didn't want to be wrong on this one.

Well, of course i was wrong. Very sadly so. And little miss Haana needs glasses. She's near sighted; very slightly so. But at this age, it could progress and get worse, so the doctor told her some tips she could use. I am so bummed! Why is this happening! :-(

I used to have glasses. Power of (-3). Got them when I was 15. They were horrible. Having something on your nose all the time, keeping them with you like a crutch. Then sliding down my sweaty nose all the time, or my eyelashes rubbing against the glass and getting it cloudy ever so often. It is a running joke with Softy mausi, nana and nani.. I used to throw and break my glasses when I would get into a fight with Softy mausi and was very mad. In impotent frustration. As a punishment to self for some unexplained angst. For existing, perhaps. I used to get new glasses way too often. And I used to hate all of them. Hate the feeling of being dependent on this inanimate object sitting on my face, every moment of the day. I know its not a big deal, and it doesn't even qualify as a real problem. But in my mind i resented it, warming up later to only treat it as a nuisance. A necessary nuisance. 

I hoped and hoped little miss Haana doesn't need glasses. So beautiful she is. My golden girl. And now behind glasses. So foolish I'm being, I know. Maybe it's my fault with genetics after all. Anyway, she's fine about it. If anything she's bummed she couldn't get them today. 

Oh well.. 

11 Year Old Now!

As is tradition, we did a treasure hunt at little miss Haana's birthday party. 

See if you can figure it out!

Spoiler.. this one was fancy earrings!!

On to the second treasure:

This one was a journal she wanted but I refused to get it then!

On to the next treasure:

This one was a custom journal hidden amongst my paints and other at supplies!!

On to treasure 4: 

Treasure 5:

This one was in a pair of fancy earrings in my office drawer:)

And that was that..

Too Hard For Bobba

Since little Bobby boy started going to his preschool, and since little miss Haana's school started, I've been picking up both little miss haana and bobby boy from their schools together. The other day, as is my usual routine, I picked up little miss Haana from her school first, then headed to Bobby's school to pick him up. After we picked him up, Bobby boy said he wanted to drink some paani. I handed him his dinosaur sippy cup. This sippy cup religiously stays in my car in the hope that some day it will be called upon. Today was its lucky day. Bobby boy drank water from his dinosaur sippy cup. When he was done, he wanted to keep the cup back into the cup holder. But he couldn't reach the cupholder. So he did the most reasonable thing. He asked little miss Haana. "Gugu, can you keep dinosaur paani. It's too hard, for Bobba!". Since little miss Haana was distracted, he repeated the last line at least a couple of times before both she and I paid attention. "It's too hard for Bobba! Its too hard for Bobba!". 

As soon as little miss Haana and i heard it, we instantly melted! All the way home, we repeated that line on an endless loop, trying to get just the right tone and pause. But i dont think we got it down perfectly! Little miss Haana and I then argued about who should get to squeeze those sweet baby cheeks ince we were home!! 

Because it was too hard for Bobba!!

The Stories

Little Bobby boy has been listening to stories. He also has been weaving some of his own for me!.  

Lately when you ask bobby boy to do something, he usually retorts with an indignant "I'm doing it!". For instance at home when I ask bobby to come to me, he says " I'm coming!", but actually he is continuing doing whatever he was doing, and is not coming! When i ask him to go to the bathtub for a bath, he'll say "I'm going to the bathtub", but actually he just wants to hang out around the house in his nakedness (I do love that! Lol)! When i ask him to come inside from the garage when we just drove in from somewhere, he'll remind me " I'm coming Mumma!", but actually he's hanging out in the garage and is not coming in at all! There are so many such examples... too many stories the little Bobby boy weaves for me!

Walmart

I like my neighborhood Walmart. It is well kept, and is well stocked up on milk and groceries. 

The other day little miss Haana and I went to walmart together. We each had our walmart wish list, but then invariably we find other things we now want, that have never been in any lists! Little miss Haana found a sleep wear set she really really really wanted! I looked at it. It was cute looking. But then I noticed, it wasn't the right material. It was long sleeve polyester, hence for cooler weather, but the pj bottoms were tiny shorts. I told little miss Haana I'm not getting it, is just not very useful. She didn't like my answer. She was irritated. I paid for our stuff and had to do a return, so I stood in the returns line. Little miss Haana grudgingly came up to me, and was still very upset. She said "I'm going", and left me at the returns line and was off. I was irritated by her reaction too and did not so much as turn around at that time either. 

But once the returns were done, I turned around and couldn't see her anywhere. I thought maybe she's lurking by the car, so I went to the car to offload our purchases. She wasn't there. I came back into the store, I expected her to be by the cashiers. But she wasn't anywhere to be found. I went back to the parking lot and checked the car inside too. Nowhere to be found. I now realized I am unable to find her anywhere and a sudden panic hit me. I went back to the store, up and down the cashiers. No sign of her. I called up Raj, he said he'll come to the store and look for her too. I was talking to Keith and told him I can't find her too. 

Then as I was going back through the aisles we had been, didn't see her, then I went back to the cashiers. That's when finally I found her. Walking around and then, seeing me, coming towards me. I was so so mad! But i didn't say anything. I just called up Raj and told him I found her. Pinged Keith and told him she's found. 

We came back home and Raj met us at the garage. Asked her why she behaved this way.. I asked her if she felt all those emergency texts we get on the phone, of child abduction, are they happening on another planet? No, they're happening around us, in front of walmarts. I was so scared, so mad and also so relieved, all at the same time - I could hardly say much.