Little wonders of my life

Kids are totally taking my time. They hate it if I operate any of the electronic appliances. for eg.Computer,TV,Music,Blender,Fridge, phone (smart phone to be precise) etc. I am only allowed to talk to my girl or just let my son cuddle me or watch them watching their cartoon  or sing,count,dance just like their cartoon stars.I feel I am doing nothing yet doing everything. Hence no frequent posts.

When I was in  6th grade we had one of few new channels added to our cable tv . I loved watching ” Small Wonder ” I used to wait for the program and run around the home walking and talking like a robot(Vicki).


I thought she was a real robot.Some time later in another channel I saw new real robot inventions and they looked like bunch of metal parts sewed together with bolts and nuts with no real eyes,  ears, mouth and noway like Vicki. I used to think why these guys are struggling so much when they have Vicki . Looking back at that thought makes me smile now . I remember I learnt the word “dismantle”.

I loved that phase of my life ,total ignorance and innocence.Last week we were watching tv and my daughter witnessed a scene of a man crying (it was indeed a comedy scene -the man cries in a very funny manner) but my daughter asked me to stop laughing and go ask him what he needs. I laughed again and apologized to her for laughing.Agreed totally with her that we should never laugh or find pleasure in others misery.Isn’t it wonderful to get to learn things from your little ones. Sometimes extremely embarrassing but mostly absolutely adorable.

There was another such incident where we have invited our friends for dinner and after I gave them a cup of tea my daughter asks them to say “thank you” to me . Remember ?? the extreme embarrassing situations this was one of those. I couldn’t ask my daughter to not to say that as few moments ago I had asked her to thank them for giving her a gift.
As they were our friends they took it lightly & laughed at it and also thanked me as per Jaanu’s order.

She forgets the word “broken” in tamil and uses “torn” instead. Like for saying “Toy odanji pochu (The toy broken) ” she says “Toy kinjichidhu “(The toy is torn)

In future if I ask my daughter two words she can think of from her childhood its definitely going to be “Gentle” and “Polite” as we have made her hear those innumerable times. I control my urge to not bug her repeatedly but I fail more often.I keep telling myself “Just a Phase ,Phase and its going to pass”

These days I can see little personality in my son. He has learnt the technique of scaring/irritating/frustrating/taunting/traumatizing us by throwing threat tantrums and how he does it? simply banging his head on floor. Our paediatrician asked us to isolate ourself from him when he throws tantrums like those.But this guy has enough intelligence to come behind me and bang his head where ever i go.It cracks me up often but i control my urge to laugh and manage to give him a stern look as its all for his betterment.

He has learnt to shower kisses on us when ever he needs them or he needs our attention.

My son thinks if I take him away from his father its time to say ‘good night ‘ and he does it by keeping his palm on his head saying ‘nait nait’.

He can say “Fannn” showing fan and Point his finger to light if we ask.

If i dont know where is he in the house I just have to say aloud ” Ojas kanomme ..(Where is Ojas ..I cant find him)..” He will come running to me with his face all lit up expecting me to be happy on seeing or finding him. This trick never fails .

I always tell Vasanth that i need time for myself. All I do in that time slot is write about children and I always feel so happy about it without any guilt. Its never going to be enough how much ever times I thank God for giving me this adorable and lovely children.



The love bug


This picture is favorite of mine. For some people, these are just pairs of shoe stacked together but for me those belong to  wonderful people (ok can exclude me/mine ) who together make something called family and I am delighted to declare its mine. There is a invisible bug in all of us and when ever that hits the other it always doubles itself  that’s our little love bug. I am glad that I have it in me and have found it in every member of my family.

Achari Baingan/ pickeled Brinjals


We went to a restaurant and vasanth asked me to taste brinjal recipe. The minute I tasted it I know I was going to try this making at home . so I did and hence the recipe.

6 to 7 small brinjal
1 tsp garam masala
1 tsp turmeric powder
2 small onions
3 tomatoes pureed
1/2 tsp red chilly powder
1 table spoon  mustard oil
Salt to taste

Spices to grind
1 tsp fennel seed
3/4 tsp fenugreek seeds
1 tsp jeera/cumin
3 tsp coriander seeds
4 dry red chillies
1/2 tsp kalonji (onion seeds)

How to prepare:
Slit the brinjal length wise and stuff little of salt and red chilly powder.
Sear the brinjals in little oil and take them out after some time
Add chopped onions, ground powder, garam masala
Add tomato puree, salt and water
Add seared brinjals and let it cook in low flame for 15 minutes
Add curd and chopped coriander to garnish
Tastes great with rotis or rice.

Oh! Boy

This is something I love to write about . ie my kids.
My 16 month old boy is suddenly big boy now. He jumped from being a baby to all learning mode.
Adorable things he can do:
If I ask who is Ojas,  he pats his small ponch .
I say namaste, he folds his hand to do namaste
If I say clap he claps his hands
Say huggy, he will look for his sister to hug. Myself and vasanth are not fortunate enough for that yet.
He can understand what Comes next very well . ex . While vasanth starts wearing his shoes in morning he says,  “ba ba” he knows vasanth is going to leave and stands by him so that he can take him out.
He got the idea that u have to keep the receiver on our ear to  talk.
He needs everyone in the house to be with him. If any one of us leave he cries, very very bad.

He is one angry young man, if you stop (even warn him) of not so good behavior, he growls and lies flat on the ground and throws tantrums(gene coding)

This wierd Al has a comfort blanket, a real blanket as a comfort blanket. He bites it  just like a puppy holds a toy in its mouth n growls if any body tries to snatch it.

He says poochi, muchi , Amma, ppa, eyes (keeps his index finger on his eye) if we say kissi he showers flying kisses keeping his palm on his mouth instead of taking it away like in a traditional flying kiss ..

He plays with car, to my curiosity I tried giving him doll, he either pushes it away or bites it hard so that he can get few beatings from his sister for doing it.

He shows just two emotions smile and cry but most of the time smiles make a higher count.
We call him a ” happy feet dancer” he taps his legs just like that little penguin in movie’ Happy Feet’ .I just love this easy breezy boy.

Every time I see my kids I say this every time. THEY GROW SO FAST.
Each person  have their own perception , there are people who might  be worried about what’s next, school, emi , life insurance, house, a good future for them etc. I won’t say that those are not my concerns but I am not there yet to give priority to these concerns .All I care for now is I have to enjoy these moments of life and slowly learn to let them go whenever they want to and most of all whenever I have to . I can’t be this over protective nag in every time in their life . Isn’t bringing a change in yourself the most important thing than changing things around you?  It’s been 3 years since I entered motherhood but the overprotective me has just started  to learn to be at ease sometimes.


I have definitely enjoyed the phase and to cherish many more such phases of our life together .i feel very much lucky enough to have witnessed and experience these simple joy of motherhood.

New YEar!

Celebration is in the air this year. My little daughter sensed it too and demanded to open the door.

I was like why she is asking me to open the door ?? I asked her again and she says the same thing but this time she says 

“Pizza is there,Dominoz  pizza, open the door!!!”

Its obvious that she wanted pizza but our little girl thinks that if we open our front door hot pizza is just waiting for her to eat. LOL 🙂 

Thank you so called commercials where  pizza guy is always ready when the door opens.

Have a good laugh this New Year!!!!





As name  already implies the real purpose of this post I’m just going to start with how we celebrated his birthday.
On 19th october

As our little family tradition ,we made a simple time capsule for our son.

Ojas is fond of wheels,  wheels of car, stroller, toys etc..anything that looks like a wheel too, so I decided to bake a cake and tried my best to make it look like a wheel

We printed our pics on a T-shirt and saved the same as a gift from Jaanu for her brother

On Oct 20

Ojas got up in middle of his sleep as I was busy with something I asked Vasanth to take care of him as Vasanth got him out of bed I wished him “Happy Birthday ”  As soon as I wished him Vasanth says I was waiting for 12 :00 am  then I told him its 12 already (with wicked smile on my face as I wished him first just like I did for Jaanu)

In morning we asked all our family members to come online and wish him on his special day

We headed to temple and started with a cake cutting ceremony as soon as we reached home

With all our family members online I released the cake to Ojas  and the moment he saw the cake he started attacking it with tiny little fingers. He was indeed wearing a cake wrap all over him. I was very happy to watch this. All the effort I took made so much sense despite of the mess he was making. Our family members enjoyed watching Ojas smothered in cake

Jaanu got the first bite and also few more now and then

The most wonderful thing that happened this day was Ojas took his first 2 steps .

With blessings of god and all our elders in family We had a fun filled and totally satisfied day.

We ended our day by dining out . I definite that Ojas is going to think why did mom get rest on my birthday (after reading this post)

His star birthday falls on nov 7th and we consider that as our official first birthday celeberations.

We do the following

Pierce the ears of baby,

Give him rice for the first time( Anna Prahashna)

We designed an invitation all by ourselves.

ojas1 ojas2

With loads of people around It was indeed a grandeur and Ojas enjoyed a good company of his cousins and little aunt.

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Unfortunately my computer crashed after uploading the pics and the super intelligent me did not even keep the copy in the camera hence no pictures of cake


This vacation I found really interesting stuff and couldn’t stop myself from posting in my blog for a keepsake.  
Our culture permits us to marry aunt’s son or uncle’s son/aunt’s daughter or uncle’s daughter so in this picture I found most important people of my life  


Yes they are my parents and my mom married her uncle’s son.

A real blink of bliss moment for me