Baby Oil

When little miss Haana and Bobby boy were technically babies (they are still babies as far as I am concerned), I used to massage their baby bodies with baby oil every day. It was an activity I used to enjoy, and I think they did too. More than a few accidents had happened during this activity, but we don't talk about that anymore!

More recently, I got some baby oil for myself to use as a body lotion. When Bobby boy asked me about it, I made the mistake of telling him it is a baby oil - it turns whoever uses it back into a baby. As soon as he heard that, he didn't want anything to do with it anymore. He refused to have the baby oil touch any part of him. I should have seen that coming, he doesn't want to accidentally turn into a baby again! Luckily new bottle of the baby oil has cacao oil and doesn't say baby oil. Bobby boy confirmed with me twice,  'Mumma are you sure this is not a baby oil anymore? There's no baby oil in this new bottle? Are you sure?'. Yes Bobba, I reassured him. 'Look it doesn't even say baby on the bottle anymore. So it wouldn't turn you into a baby for sure!'. And while he still hasn't permitted it being used on his body, he may be considering it!

Lunch Time and Other Oddities

It has recently come to my attention that some of the conversations I've been having with little miss Haana, now 13, would sound very strange to most people. 

Last week I was upset at her for waking up too early on school days. I thought that was completely rational till our friends called me out on it - I am upset at her for waking up on time (or before time) and get her things ready by herself and on time?! (While other parents can barely get the kids out of bed in time for the school bus). In my defense,  I worry she's not getting enough rest, and she should get more sleep if she can!

Yesterday, on Sunday evening, I asked little miss Haana, who's been keeping her school lunches by herself since the school year began, what she wants to take for lunch on Monday. Given that she seemed uninspired, I offered to cook rice that she can then take with something else for school lunch. To this she said - 'Mumma, I know you're trying to help n all. But i feel if I let you help, I'll just get dependent on you. And I don't want to be dependent on you. So i'll figure it out myself.'

To this, I responded in a way that seemed only natural to me, but I'm told is not the expected natural response moms are supposed to have at all. I said,  'I get that! But Gugu, I don't have any of the same problems of being dependent. I am happy to be dependent on you. So when you're fixing your lunch, can you please fix mine as well?'. The way she looked back at me told me, that was not my good mom moment!! I should add the context that when i said she keeps her own lunch, I meant these are delectable, state of the art, fancy recipes cooked to perfection, garnished with just the right herbs, dipped in delicious custom sauces, accompanied with veggie sides and with fruit n vanilla yogurt etc.. these are fancy things that she spins up. I'm just putting in words what anyone would be thinking around lunch time..

For the record, she did actually fix up lunch for me to take to work, and it was delicious and beautiful, and I am finishing it up as we speak! :)

Sick Bumbles

Sweet Bobby boy is sick. Let me draw the timeline. 

Late December, he got this bad cough and cold. Lot of sinus stuff everything. Then,  he got better. However I got something from him, and took to coughing last week of December and start of January. Meanwhile he got better for a week. Then, he got sings stuff again. This time with fever. Urgent care visit confirmed flu. 2-3 days he seems to be getting better. Fever is gone. But then coughing is back. Another 2 days later fever is back. Back to pediatrician. This time secondary pneumonia. :-( 

Poor baby by m my bumbles! 

Accepting Imperfection - Reflections

Little miss Haana's visual arts entry for Reflections art competition won the best entry in category in the district. Very proud of her! She gets to go to a school district award ceremony to collect her award. Nana, nani (grand parents) there with her this time! So proud of her!!