How to get your own pets..

Standing inside the elevator with N and J when we spotted a very pregnant lady walking towards elevator with her dog. While the elevator door was closing, J chimes in "that lady is pregnant".

2 hours later..

N having a good time splashing water in the bath tub while I was watching her..she suddenly turns and asks me "Are you pregnant?" . My eyes ready to pop out. I mean I am chubby and all, but this? I said "Noooo" She says "But why not??" I said "because mommy is done having babies. If we have one more baby, she will not have time to take care of you and J". Her eyes became very curious. She goes "U mean, when you are pregnant, you get a baby?" I said "Yeahhhh....why??" She goes "I thought you get pets. Your own pets.."

New beginning

You finished first grade with dazzling colors my boy. Your favorite teacher Mrs. V happens to be my favorite teacher by far. She wrote following letter to all the first grade parents which brought me to tears..lucky to have you in my life..

Dear Parents,
I give you back your child, the same child you confidently entrusted to my care last fall. I give him back pounds heavier, months wiser, more responsible and more mature than he was then.
Although he would have attained his growth inspite of me, it has been my pleasure and privilege to watch his personality unfold day by day. I give him back recluctantly, for having spent nine months together in the narrow confines of a crwoded classroom, we have grown closer, have become a part of each other, and we shall always retain a little of each other.
Ten years from now if we met on the street, your child and I, a light will shine to our eyes, a smile to our face, and we shall feel the bond of understanding once more, this bond we feel today.
We have lived, loved, laughed, played, studied, learned, and enriched our lives together this year. I wish it could go on indefinitely, but give him back I must. Take care of him, for he is precious.
Remember that I shall always be interested in your child and his destiny, wherever he goes, whatever he does, whoever he becomes. His joys and sorrows I'll always be happy to share.
You teacher, Mrs. V

I am one thankful Mommy

Ninu
when you grow up you might wonder when was that day when I first asked my mom about make up. It was yesterday night. I was reading a book for you at bedtime. You asked me if I can buy you make up. I said not until you are a teenager. Mommy still does not have it. You said that's fair. I can buy you make up when you are a teenager. Your eyes looked like you cannot wait for that day. No so fast my dear. I need lots and lots of non-makeup-y fussy cranky days from you before that..no so fast..
Yesterday was also the day when you rubbed your face against mine, looked at me and said I looked pretty. I can't take my eyes off of you. I do not know where that's coming from. But I loved it. Me being pretty in your eyes is the greatest reward I can ever get...now, How about praising me for being funny? you think you can do that next?

Jay
It was not a great week for you and me and daddy. You came down with horrible hives. We thought it is our good old enemy eczema at its worst. You went to school no matter what. When I finally took you to doctor she explained me what it was. I broke down in front of the doctor. I saw so much sadness in your eyes that I was crying. The nurse gave you a shot. You did not complain a bit. You thanked her when she was done. She was mesmerized that a seven year old boy can be this bold and polite. Then you turned to me and said "I am okay mom. It's already going away. Can you please smile now?". You gave me a tissue to wipe my tears. Then you talked silly things to make me laugh. I am so proud of you my boy. You are a great son and big brother..don't ever lose this..

love you bunches my munchkins..

Math Quiz

Q: Mummy had 10 strawberries. She gave one to Jay. How many strawberries left?
A: Umm..10

Why because Jay does not eat starwberries. (Why because is a special pharse used by Nina Dixit because she wants to ask questions and also answer them. Why because she is a like that...)

Sangeeta Factor

J and N,

We all have "our" factor in ourselves..i believe in it..it’s what makes you you..you who loves something. you who hates something. you who is scared of something..you who lives on something..that’s our factor..A huge part of our day we think about this..we think what our factor asks us to think..then we think what we are supposed to think..sometimes it matches and sometimes it does not..when it does not, it is a huge struggle..you vs. you. anything you do, you lose. anything you do, you win. strange situation, right? when it matches, nothing like it. Life suddenly makes sense. Mundane things feel interesting. winter feels like summer..

Sometimes this factor suddenly leaves us...you see it going away and there is nothing you can do but mourn the loss of it..while walking on the streets, you see your factor walking in some other direction..and suddenly you scream "hey, you, come back here..what were you thinking of when you left me? please don't ever do it again"...but "you" does not listen..like it has it's own mind..it goes on..you and you drift apart..life seems boring..meaningless...empty..

and thats when my friend, you need a very very positive diversion..i say positive because thats the only way to get yourself back..because believe it or not, you are precious..your "you" factor is precious..so all you have to do is put one foot in front of other and breathe..don't worry..your "you" factor needs you..its going to come back soon and then the world will make sense again ..for a few seconds atleast..hang in there..

Famous

Thanks J J for this...

Mom: I need to do this dance class for myself
N: Nooooo...mommy..you can not leave me and go to this class..
J: She needs to go Nina...so she can be very famous..
Mom: No no..I can't be famous ...
J: Why not? Don't say that.. you are already so famous..
Mom: I am?
J: Yes, for us..you are so famous..
N: yes, yes, you are...


 

Religion

J and N

you need to remember your mom was a highly spiritual person who did not understand the meaning or purpose of religion. Not that she tried really hard. Somehow she found solace in knowing that she is one of those people who do not need to understand what religion meant in the real world. I say real world because I happen to believe I do not live in it most of the times..you will know when you get to my age..maybe..

Your mom also loved giving new meaning to old things and how can she miss this opportunity...my religion is not Hindu. My religion is to love against all odds..My religion is to love when it is the most difficult thing to do ..my religion is to help when I do not feel like helping at all..my religion is to believe that people who follow religion are just human beings..My religion is to say sorry when I make mistakes. My religion is to get scared when doing things..my religion is to fall and get up and to fall again without having any shame..my religion is to believe..my religion is to admit..my religion is find myself - which is believe me the most difficult thing to do for me..

I want you guys to decide what religion is when you grow up. read books, listen to elders, but find it out yourself. You might as well come up with something really weird and fail at it..but you will own it for once..be proud of it..I am..

I always want you guys to remember this song-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2SfmcNg8js