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!!!!





Happy Birthday Jaanu -100th post

What can be a better day to post my 100 th post other than Jaanu’s birthday!!  ??

Hi  Jaanu !!!

Its been three years already!! I thought of jotting down the best moments with you .

I keep juggling the moments as to choose which were the best. Factually speaking there are few which I forgot and reminded of while I started writing this post.

* ) Your utter ridiculous talk is like a music to my ears something which I keep listening to all day along.

*) The way you show your temper is actually a fun time for us Sweety! You reject everything when you are upset with something saying “Venaa ” (I don’t want it) and when we used to say ” Its(Laughter)  getting down from your nose to your mouth ”  You burst out a loud laughter with still  little tears trickling down.

*)You cannot stand your brother’s tears.

*) The way you call your brother’s name ” Ojas  manamalan” Its actually ” Ojas Manavalan”

*) You can touch your nose with your tongue. When ever I try doing it, you show me how to do it  with smirking face and make me go OMG! when you do the same with your runny nose (Eeeeew!)


*) You insist on NOT holding your hands while walking these days probably you are aware that we are right there to back you up.

*) You are quirky little girl always ready for hugs ,kisses and snuggles 🙂

There are thousands of such moments which I might have missed out to mention but remember there is not a single moment where I have missed enjoying those with you .Every birthday of you brings more joy to my life and our life as a parent and as a family.Seeing you grow makes my heart to sob into the sadness but I often tell myself that ” How can I be sad, that time is passing? That’s what supposed to happen ..Sometimes as parents we are seeing mini-me(s) in you. You are a real good amalgamation of US .With every new day you engulf us in your love and loveliness . The way you have embraced these three years of my life is a bliss and  I am glad that you are mine ( Ours)  

LEts hope and pray to have a beautiful  birthday together as a family ! May you be blessed with everything you deserve, 

Happy Birthday Darling !!  

Jaanu or ManyaSri

On one fine yet another regular day,I called Jaanu standing next to her “Jaanu!!”She hardly turns back.

Totally irritated by her behaviour I tell her ” Jaanu !,You should respond when someone calls your name. ”

Again she didn’t respond so  I ask her “Why are you not looking at me when I call you? ”

With no response , I am on the verge of getting frustrated and ask her ” What’s your name? ”

She responds saying “MaaaaanyaSri” with a pride in her voice and a little giggle .

I blurted out laughing and asked her “So I should call you ManyaSri??”

No response ,SIGH!!!!

Just forget getting into these little head of toddlers ( I tell myself)



My son stops crying the moment he sees his sister.He looks at her in amusement and bllinks slowly.
After she starts talking shouting to him in absolutely cheerful voice, he gets scared and starts crying then mommy has to make her presence to make him smile widely.
Jaanu was the first one to witness Ojas’s rolling over.She came running to me saying ‘ thambi thimbran thimbran'( brother is rolling over) and few moments later I witnessed something more interesting,

Jaanu was standing near him and saying ‘common,common,common’  with her two hands clapping and cheering up her crying brother who was in a #dontknowwhatodonext state(he rolled over, remember???)

Once we(Vasanth,myself,jaanu n OJ in the stroller) were back from a walk and getting inside the elevatorJaanu got inside first and exclaimed saying ‘jakrathe'(Be Careful) we laughed out real loud.Lucky! we were the only people over there.

There are times when Jaanu wants my attention to an extent that she stuffs OJ’s mouth with a toy or her hands in an attempt to stop him from crying but while doing this she keeps saying ‘azhathe thambi’ in a adorable squeeky voice.These lovely stuff makes my day worth every second.

Jill in the box


I really don’t know why she wanted to sit in that box. She was getting irritated about not able to close it after she gets inside. She indeed tried for long time

* She sat inside n tried closing- couldn’t close the box

* She stood in it n tried closing- failed to close the lid

* She tried to lie down in it- failed again

* She got out n tried closing- success but her face was like “wait I am not inside the box” and cried in frustration

* She stood in the box and forgot about closing it as her “Chota Bheem” cartoon was back. Mom saved from meltdown.Phew!

Atlast! One post.

After a long long break of 4 months from my regular household chores I am finally back to the routine.
I must say I thoroughly enjoyed my time of opulence luxury and more than myself my dear daughter was extremely happy with so many people around.I reckon,we used to make her finish her meal only by bribing her a visit to the neighbours. She was heart of our community and not to mention she loved the attention.
When we were leaving she received a sendoff from a big crowd,everyone hugged n kissed her bye..I was extremely emotional seeing this and this girl was happy about going for a ride in the car(huh?!), I know she might not realise now but will be delighted later.
After a long travel ,we were welcomed by dad(jaanu’s) with a lovely ‘Welcome’ bouquet .It was the longest separation time for Vasanth from his kids.

Managing these lovely people does takes all of my time and the little difficulties did take toll on us but we are trying to get accustomed to a routine .
There are times when I am scared and anxious in situations like when I was  nursing OJ and Jaanu came running to me asking me to take her in my arms. Grand ma offered her the hug but she refused saying “amma” loud and clear. I was really helpless I wished  I had another pair of hands to hold my little angel.

I kept consoling myself that these situations might be icky to handle but it’s just a phase and we three have to go through it but definitely make the best of the situation.

“Nothing works other than being patient ”

I am wondering how our previous generations managed  having multiple children when I am rambling about just two . Imagining myself in their shoes gives me chills and they will be one of my “OMG” moments for sure.

Jaanu’s Today!

Jaanu is officially a fussy toddler in her eating habits. She hates milk these days and thinks that curds are also milk unless its mixed with rice,

She has rejected almost every vegetable which I make  except carrots (which indeed are declared ‘pallot’ in this house) but to my surprise she loves raw veggies Thank you “salads”.
she has fallen into junk trap.she loves all deep fried stuffs. A mental note for mom to start baking and make things as crunchy /healthy as possible.
She loves to go out and refuses to even turn towards our apartment she  holds anyone who come out of our building asks them to take her out so that I will not take her inside.

She often calls me (suwathi amma) .


(In this picture ,Jaanu is wearing a sweater which my mom knitted for me ,Phew!! I am getting old..)

She thinks crying will get her everything  and anything.  Intensity of her cries increases whenever Ojas cries.

Once she tried feeding her brother with her sipper ( we were lucky as the cup was empty)She tries poking his eyes to check whether he is sleeping.she does the same to me or vasanth too

We keep chanting ‘gentle’ mantra to our girl.

She is the last person to sleep in this house.

I think she believes everyone in this world are deaf, One of our neighbors calls her “loudspeaker”


(She is scared of sun light ..I wish she was really scared of something or someone 😦  )

She has started talking little lovely sentences. If I say ‘i love you ‘ she says ‘i love you too amma’

She says “ummupetta” instead of “uppu moottai” for a piggyback ride. I just love her gobbledygook.One thing I will miss for sure after she starts talking properly .

What’s up with OJ?

He knows me and my voice very well
He always smiles at me no matter how fussy he is.

He searches for me whenever I keep calling his name and his eyes stops rolling once he finds me in the crowd

He laughs loud when I raise my hands thinking that we are going to tickle him.


He is a cute little wiggly worm.

One of the beautiful things in baby bunching is ,one protects the other. Myself and Jaanu were watching a baby product commercial in tv.Jaanu exclaimed “Ojas! Ojas! Ojas baby” and came running to him n kissed him.she might be little annoyed by his recurring cries n fuss but I know she loves her little brother a lot and he will be grateful later.



We are in that phase of our life where we have to handle two souls demanding either food or attention all the time in a given day.
Just after Ojas was born ,I felt like I was doing just one job-Feed my children.The moment I am done with Ojas I have to run behind my two-year old girl to feed her.I was literally exhausted.I got a little hang of it now though I am doing the same thing all day along,

As days are passing I am able to squeeze little more time for my girl who is clearly aware of the fact that she has brother now and her demand for constant attention has increased invariably.

There are few things we have observed from her actions which are most adorable and memorable too:

* When ever Ojas cries,she is the first one to run into the room saying “varen” (I am coming down for the rescue!)

To console him she says “Onnum ille da ” (Its ok baby) -imagine a tiny hand of my girl rubbing my boy’s tiny tummy.

* She wraps Ojas’s diaper around her stuff toys and keeps those on her shoulder and bounces up and down in an effort to soothe her so-called crying stuff toy( she doesn’t understand yet that shaking of her arms alone will soothe the baby).


*When ever I sit down to feed Ojas ,She hands me down her toys and asks me to feed them first.

*She asks Ojas whether he wants to see the moon outside and pulls his hand.

*She holds Ojas’s hand tickles herself saying “tickle tickle”

*Below are two small decorative pillows which are declared as Jaanu’s babies. (one is Ojas and the other is herself???!!!!??-I wonder her imagination)


*When ever Ojas looks at her direction ,She giggles saying “pakkaran pakkaran” (He is looking at me)

*I have always seen one or the other stuffy toys in the cradle placed near Ojas.


*She even gives her toys to him If Ojas is crying a lot or tells me “tattu tattu” (give him a pat).

*She places slurping kisses on my little boy.

*She sits in front of tv on her “kuchi chair(kiddy chair)”and makes her toys to watch TV with her.She does the same with books.Its hilarious to see a toy tiger reading book


But there are also times which makes me helpless.

*Some time my little girl lies down on my lap and fake cries saying “inga” (she has observed that Ojas cries like that)

*When ever I take Ojas out of the cradle ,She jumps right into that and tries to extend her legs(which obviously too small for her to fit into) and cries that she is not able to stretch

* When ever she is upset with us ,She pounces on Ojas and hits him right on his face.

*When Ojas is on my lap for long time, She says  ” Patti ! Kontha ayran” (calling grandma asking her to lift the baby as he is crying) and as soon as she lifts him I can see Jaanu pouncing on me or her stuff toys getting piled up on my lap.

I am loving every moment of my little girl talking about her brother. I know and knew she is going to pamper him right from his birth. There are times when she is little anxious about why he is here. But you cannot expect more with a 2 n half year old…

Call me enjoying motherhood in every little ways..