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Busting the Tooth Fairy Myth, or Not?


The 'Tooth Fairy' pang


As my 6-year old brushed his teeth this morning, I stared into the hole in the middle and asked, “Why have your teeth been missing for so long?” He smiled his foamy mouth and quipped, “The tooth fairy just took them, you know!” Um.. as if someone was supposed to bring them back as well.

There was a slight pang of guilt in me as I had previously fed into the myth of the ‘Tooth Fairy’. Not that it is a dangerous thing; just a bit of lie! And it needs being fed with more ridiculous lies to quench the curiosity of little minds.


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Plastic Pollution under the Sea - Kids Fish Craft

The famous English broadcaster, Sir David Attenborough’s critically acclaimed documentary “Our Blue Planet” made it impossible for us to look at our blue oceans in the same way again. It is a grim subject but deserves attention and concern, also from young children.

For the uninitiated, imagine looking at pictures of a different kind - a turtle trapped in a fishing nest, carcass of an erstwhile-mighty albatross baring its plastic-littered stomach, a seagull munching on a crisps-bag or a baby seal choking on a plastic bag. Sadly, something as shocking and heartbreaking is the new normal for ocean life today.

Apparently, the overzealous use of our favorite material has found a way to get into our oceans. One garbage truck of plastic is dumped into our oceans every minute*. By 2050, there could be more plastics in the ocean than fish (by weight)**!

This reckless and appalling contamination of our precious resource is mainly understood to be caused by beverage litter (bottles, caps, lids), lost or disposed fishing nets, synthetic fibers, plastic bags, straws, cutlery, etc.


So when the opportunity arose to highlight the situation before young minds, I felt compelled to introduce the grim reality to the young schoolers. My son had his ‘Show & Tell’ on the topic ‘Under the Sea’ and we both decided to present something that would draw attention to the cause. It helped that we had discussed the topic before and he was naturally inclined.

My son didn’t want to include any “sad” pictures that could upset the class, so we made a ‘Sad Fish, Happy Fish’ version of our own. That's how we went about it.
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Open Sesame… The messy treasure inside a mum’s carryall bag

What does a mum expect to find when she puts her hand in her baby/kid bag? No one is expecting to unearth a treasure but what is uncovered could be a fortune of a different kind.


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I want to be a BANANA! - Career aspirations gone crazy!

Did you try asking your 3-year-old what she wants to be? If you haven’t already, please do. For you may be missing out on overly creative ideas of what one can be. They may not be out-of-the world, but will likely be out-of-the-box.


I was discussing professions with my five-year-old in a ‘who-is-what’ kind of way when I happened to pop the question to my nearly three-year-old. “So, what do you want to be, big boy”, I eagerly asked. Like an excited mother I think I was expecting a clever answer. It turns out I had not learned from my previous experiences with my older son. So, I was a little taken back when he answered B-A-N-A-N-A! 


What banana? I thought. I knew I hadn’t been able to focus on my younger one, being preoccupied by my older school-going boy. But, was he beginning to lack? Well, all those were my immediate thoughts before I decided to restrain them from going into overdrive. He gave the widest grin, happy to disrupt our serious discussion. He made clear of his ridicule for the well-known professions of doctor, architect, plumber, builder, teacher etc. 

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Silly Shadows

How often have we seen a grown-up jumping in a muddy puddle? Or occupied following a trail of ants? Or wondering endlessly as rainbow arches in the sky? Hardly. Perhaps if they are parents or carers, out with the kids.

But, the sight of children amusing themselves with the apparent trivialities of everyday life is most common. They are the little people who see magic in a caterpillar turning into a butterfly and are charmed by a kitten chasing its tail. They are naturally curious and observant, with an ability to delight themselves with seemingly simple things. No wonder, my kids are so captivated by the sleight of light, the shadows.

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Hi 5! Happy Birthday Big Boy


My older son recently turned 5! Another year just fleeted past right in front of my eyes and what a year it was! Over the top of my head, there are some quick milestones he achieved during the time. He mini graduated from nursery to school, started taking swimming and football lessons and learnt riding his bike without support. But, it is the subtle accomplishments that made him much more endearing. From giving flattering compliments to being a kind host at play dates, from teaching supermarket-shopping to his rather temper-throwing toddler brother to tricking him into doing his bid, he is maturing fast into the ways of the world.

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Monster Easter – the chaos behind an Easter Bonnet


It is the time of the year again when all things eggs and bunnies, and all things chocolate start making their way into your home. The number of kids in the house essentially multiplies the Easter excitement. In my case, one had an Easter Bonnet parade at his preschool and another had a farm-cum-Easter themed Show-and-Tell.

Considering both happened in the same week, I decided to play smart and create a common object to serve both the purposes – an Easter Bonnet! And my boys decided to give it their favourite twist – Monsters! As it turns out, it was a colourful medley of ‘the sensible and the silly’.

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Don’t Climb Me!

Hello to all the fellow readers. I hope you had a restful holiday season and a fresh start into the new year (it might be a little late to say that, though!). On my end, we had great fun getting together as a family and doing the Christmassy things - the tree, greetings, crackers, jokes, et al.


Despite the winter, there seems to be something in the air that lends warmth to season. My boys, for instance, were supercharged throughout. They are 2.5 years and nearly 5 years old, but not small on any measure of energy and ambitions for the rather long winters. Carrying the weight of their excitement on my shoulders, I started December in full-throttle. Decorations, lights and games to keep them busy and entertained. Stories, puzzles, dinosaurs, board games, arts etc. went around in loops for days, eventually tiring me out. I can’t say the same for my kids, who somehow don’t mind repetition that much. What exhausted me more was the physical nature of their play for I seemed to be their favourite prop.

My kids, especially the toddler, seem to be at a stage where they love the thrill the physical games bring. It is as if their bones are aching for sensory play, the strong-muscle-heavy-duty work. Their physical experiments of stomping, crashing, marching, wrestling, jumping, kicking, could easily turn the house upside down, if unsupervised. But supervision is the easy bit. Being part of the play is not. How they have used all parts of my rather petite self for their physical adventures could make for a holiday highlight last year.

So, here I am, in another poetic piece of my kids’ playfulness and my benign annoyance at that. The undertones of displeasure were just that - crisp and short-lived. It’s hard to keep the frowns up all day, after all. Here you go...

Don’t Climb Me!

Please put that foot down and hands rather away.
We’ve wrestled and crashed and torn ourselves out. Now, let’s rest and stay.
Not a climbing frame, or a ladder, or a sofa, or a tempting tree,
Save your quest for Everest. I am not a mountain; don’t climb me!

The pads of your feet do hurt in places, as you kick and pounce all day,
Those generous stomps could make bones cower and muscles cringe in dismay
Not a pile of leaves, or soft play, or a mattress, or a tricky trampoline,
You may bounce and hop on the way to the shops. I am not a puddle; don’t jump on me!

As you fidget and wriggle and secure yourself, on my meagre arms that sway,
I somehow trick an impending fall, in dishevelled hair and clothes, in disarray 
Not a fence, or a swing, or a railing, or a careless curtain hanging free
Leave dangling to the playground. I am not a monkey bar; don’t hang on me!

The constant hug of that prodding elbow, the ceaseless rest of that chin on my shoulder,
Pinching and shoving, and butting and digging, the endless tirade getting bigger and bolder
Not a sand castle, or a pizza, or cake, or a crumbly cookie,
Nudging suits your cuddly teddy better. I am not your play dough; don’t poke me!

Lifting and shifting, hauling and heaving, your tireless self each day,
Sprinting up and down the house, tugging along to fun and play,
Not a scooter, or a wheelbarrow, or a shopping trolley, or your teddy’s blue buggy,
Keep your strength for a tug-of-war. I am not a toy on leash; don’t pull me!

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Mrs. Spider’s Sparkly Web


School drop-offs and pick-ups can be challenging. Getting them dressed and fed before they leave for school can be a mammoth morning task. Especially if you have a toddler planning to blast the plan with some last moment tantrums. However, the little journey to and from the school can unfold unexpected moments of wonder, fun and laughter. Kids are keen observers and spare no opportunity to point out to any changes they see around the. Curiosity fuels their brains and countless questions are part of their armoury. 

We have seen the dawn of winters in this part of England. Morning fog, a misty air and cold breadth seem to await you outside your door. Dew drops adorn everything around, making mornings one if the most beautiful time if the day. My school-going son spotted a dew-dipped spider’s web on his way to the school and couldn’t be more curious. It excited his imagination as he painted a wonderful picture of the sight thereafter. I didn’t think much about it in hurry but dwelled on his observations once back home. I tried to enter his mind and portrayed a picture of his imaginings. Underneath is a poetic glimpse of how he would have said it had he said it.


Mrs. Spider's Sparkly Web 

On my way to the school, by the narrow pathway through the playground
I saw a spider’s web, hung on the grey railing upside-down
The magic of a misty morning, the foggy clouds in a dull wintery hue
Clinging to the loose strings of the web, a million drops of sparkly dew

As big or small, as close or sparse, as leaves of autumn barely gone
Sitting pretty on Mrs. Spider’s necklace, the shiny drops as the new sun shone
The web is not alone; its family sits on the railings, the hedges and the trees
They appear everywhere as I walk along, like booing me in hide and seek

On the bright green shrub, the old man’s windows and my neighboour’s door
Hey Mrs. Spider, shouldn’t you be busy? How do you follow me wherever I go?
I stopped in wonder, for a good look at you, and to count your furry legs once again 
Then said Mummy, “Hurry, we’ll be late for school, no stopping in the drizzly rain.”

I knew they were eight, your lots of tiny legs, like sides in an octagon
Your shiny threads like strings of a guitar, I could play them one by one
You are quite tiny and I ain’t afraid; I once held a tarantula in my hand
It was furry and kind and walked rather slowly, a mighty creepy crawling friend

But spiders can be fast as I have seen them, they quickly come and quickly vanish
At times they jump off their webs, like a gymnast practicing his tricks
Passing by a thorny hedge, on the narrow pavement I did see
Another big spidey’s web, dangling by the green dustbin

Dear Mrs. Spider, thanks for dropping me off to school today
Soon it will be home time. Until then, promise me that you’ll stay
We’ll walk back through the playground, the houses and the large field in between
So stay stuck, in your sparkly web, my spooky gift of Halloween


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Decorating Mummy




With my boys I have always wondered if it’s all about dinosaurs, monster trucks, cars and rough play. Recently, I was pleasantly surprised to see their softer side. It wasn’t as if they were at their gentle best, but certainly more kind to me than they have been to each other lately.

My older son had recently finished his first term and was spending his week-long break at home, mostly getting bored with not much to do. At the spur of the moment, whilst getting ready, I decided to let them do my make up. It seemed like a brave decision for a moment, but I took the plunge thinking I wouldn’t be going out of the house anyway. I immediately thought It must be rather gutsy of parents in the UK who willingly entrust themselves to their kids to dress them up on the ‘Dressed by The Kids' day. So, here I was, ready to play dolly to my under-5’s, as they got super excited to decorate me to their liking.

My older one took the initiative very well as he spread big lumps of face cream on my face. After about two fistfuls of it, I had to say no. Actually, I said, “Thank you. Let’s move on to the next please”. He was quite convinced of a job well done as evident from some half a dozen exited steps he took towards the drawer to fetch my lipstick. My little one was done with being a mere spectator of the live painting fun his older brother had been having and was keen to make a mark, quite literally. I have been doing colours with him and he made good use of his knowledge as he decidedly chose the stark pink lip colour from my kit. Clearly, he was looking to paint a bright picture. He fiddled with the mechanism before successfully popping out my lipstick from its holder.

Next, it was time to go for the kill. He went for my lower lip and lavishly heaped layers of it on and around my mouth. It was almost half a dozen applications worth of pinkness on me. It was amusing to see how confident and proud he felt of himself. I think it felt like the first school paint art in which I didn’t get a ‘D’. I was in the midst of enjoying all the silly fun when my older son snatched the lipstick and began applying it in my upper lip. It was sudden and strong, almost pushing me over to a side. Of course, it killed my lipstick as well. Although, it wouldn’t be the last smudged item in my make-up kit.

Obviously, we were not done yet. What started as a fun activity turned out to be another version of rough play. It was ‘The boys’ v/s ‘Mummy and her cosmetics’. The lipstick was followed by the blusher. Turns were taken to rub them onto the cheeks. It must have felt funny; they started applying it on each other. I was shown the little mirror in the blusher kit to check if it looked ok. Well, there was no saying no to a bunch of excited boys using my precious things as weapons. However, seeing them happy and proud did offset any little offence I might have taken.

They proceeded to fetch a ‘bindi’, a decorative sticker normally used by women in India to adorn their foreheads. True to the unsaid rule of ‘the more sparkly, the better’, they planted a bright, red, crystal-embedded bindi on my forehead. It felt slightly misplaced from the start but I didn’t worry too much by now. They finally decided to brush my hair. Luckily, my toddler son chose the one with thicker teeth. And very diligently, he started doing top to bottom. I was surprised by how gentle it had got by now.


Decorating mummy had become more about exhibiting their prowess at ‘gentle hands’ than a show of strength and mutual competition. The objective was to make me look pretty. Such selflessness over natural mischief was remarkable. Perhaps, it was a lesson well and quickly learnt although it was intended to be a fun exercise.

Finally, they planted a clutch, barely hanging onto my hair, and asked me to go and look in the bigger mirror. I dared to, with mixed feelings of dread, curiosity and excitement. I am pleased to say I wasn’t as shocked as I had expected to be. Although it looked like someone who had woken up from a hangover of a fancy dress party, it was my boys’ hard work. They told me, “You look beautiful, mummy”. Naturally, the material bits didn’t matter anymore. My boys were wriggling with the expectation of a great feedback. Most deservedly, it came in the form of thank you hugs and heaps of appreciation. Without any expectation or planning, it turned out to be a great bonding expertise for us. And, of course, another gem in our treasure box of memories.

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Emotion Commotion

The preschool years are a very exciting time. Kids seem to have come a million miles from their toddler years. Not only have they grown cognitively but have also advanced their social and emotional skills significantly. 

My older son is four and a half years old and it has been a delight to see him grow. Not only does he fascinate me with interesting talk everyday but has also come to understand and express his emotional side. He is learning about feelings- their causes, ways in which they are expressed and managing conflicts. Since beginning the 'big school', his curiosity about other children's behaviours and feelings has only grown more.

While he is happy to play with new friends, he feels the 'friendship' is ignored if they form new groups and gets upset. However, he is happy to go back and play with same children if they ask him to join in in a game. Kudos to him for trying to expand his emotional spectrum and being open to resolve inner emotional conflicts, however small they may be.

On our way back from school, I usually enquire him about how his day has been. Mostly I get "I don't know" and "It was OK, mummy" as standard answers. If he is a little more kind or has an interesting news he is happy to chat away.
"We played in the sandpit together. He is my best friend."
"I got a star for being kind and helpful in the class, for listening well."
"I made a new friend today. He was very nice. I don't know his name."
"I was very good at school today. I shared my game."

However, there are days when he gets upset about certain things that are opposed to his idea of play or friendship. 
"He is not my best friend. He plays fighting games. I don't play fighting games."
On one occasion, just before bedtime, he became sad and almost broke down. "Nobody likes me. Nobody loves me. They don't play with me." It was perhaps his fatigue coupled with some disappointment earlier in the day. But it took some comforting and reassurance before he could say his good night. 

For a parent, managing your child's emotional distress and dilemma could be a tough task. Despite their endless 'whys', there is only so much that can be understood by their minds, no matter how well explained it is. Sometimes, what we can know and trust from what they tell us is very limited. 

I try to encourage him to talk about his day, all sorts of experiences. If there is something he does not like but isn't of great importance, e.g. Issues with new friends, I usually tell him it isn't a big deal and that we can wait to see how that goes. Quoting a few examples from past experiences helps. Arranging play dates with previous friends is also a good idea. It distracts kids from their new overwhelming environment and gives them confidence about existing relationships. And, finally, tight cuddles and pep-talk should always lift their spirit. I tell my son I will always be his 'best friend' and will always love him. That adds to our bonding every single time.

Sometimes, I have seen him respond to situations with a very positive attitude. It surprises me to see how easily children can learn to adapt to new situations. If he doesn't see a friend he was looking forward to meeting he goes, "I don't see him. O well, never mind." In encountering unexpected things or responding to little mishaps he says, "That's OK mummy. Isn't it?" He is also appreciative of good behaviour from strangers, often quipping, "O, that's a very kind man, isn't it?"

I have often seeing him providing consolation to my younger son, his two-year-old brother, when the latter gets upset, offering him appropriate and sympathetic advice. If he can, he tries to provide solutions to his problems. 
"Why are you crying baby? Are you hurt? Let me see. Don't worry, I will make you feel better."
"You can't find your gorilla. Play with a dinosaur instead. You like him too. Don't you, baby."

It is reassuring to see that he is learning about positive behaviour and makes efforts to manage conflicting emotions, especially that upset him and challenge his pre-set notions about friendship and new relationships. He focuses on being a 'kind and gentle good boy'. But there are and will be times when he will need more help from us. The least we could do is to understand and appreciate him for talking about his feelings. If we can, we will resolve them. If we can't, we can always count on our hugs for comfort.
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Toddler Refusal - Saying 'NO' all the way


Our kids are changing all the time. The transitions start happening right after they are born. Every little thing they do shapes their personality and makes for another developmental milestone. The first time they smile, sit, crawl, walk, talk etc. add to their list of adventures that help them to adapt to the world around them.

As a mother of two young boys, I have been particularly fond of their toddler years. I feel it is the most exciting time to enjoy with a child, when their personality begins to shine through. It is when they become keen explorers, commanding bosses, tantrum throwers, passionate role players or simply lovable characters. They can be anything and everything and sometimes no weapon in your armoury will work.

My boys are nearly four and a half and two years old. Their traits seem quite apart at most times but there is a common quality that is associated with their toddler phase. And that is saying “NO”. It seems to have become my toddler’s favourite word.
I tell him not to shout and, instead, it brings out the beast in him as he goes “Nnnoooooo”. The volume goes through the roof as my older son joins him. When advised on not ruining his clothes, he quickly dismisses it with a “No” and continues unaffected. It is particularly hard to close the TV, the mention of which is followed by sobbing “No no no”s. If I cuddle and praise my older one, he becomes irritated, defensive and upset and goes “No, BAD mummy”.

I noticed this with my older child but didn’t think much of it at that time. But the naysaying is repeating itself in my younger one and is hard to ignore. The word rules our daily routine evoking anger, disagreement and laughter in equal measure in our little one.


Do you want to put on your sandals? He answers with an emphatic “No” as he seems to hate them for no reason.

Do you want to play inside the house? He responds with a soft “No” expecting to be taken out to the playground, which he totally loves.

Isn’t he a good big brother? A categorical “No, bad boy” is usually the answer, especially when the boys have been playing together with the same toy.

Let’s say good-bye to the garden and go inside the house. “No, good-bye hou(se)”, he comes back with a vengeance.

You need to say sorry to your big brother for pushing him. With a short and strong “No”, it’s hard to miss the point.


After looking up for more information on ‘toddler refusal’, I have come to understand that it his way of exercising control and gaining confidence in doing so. On some occasions, he is perhaps repeating what he hears from us as we communicate with him everyday.

As kids grow up, they learn to define boundaries with respect to what constitutes acceptable behaviour. They try and test it by overreaching those boundaries when, they are met with our disapproval, in the form of a “No”. It is a continuous learning process where they encounter a fair amount of disapproval in everyday life. Saying “No” themselves is merely reflecting the same disapproval, especially as they have a limited vocabulary during early years. Saying no is considered a normal and healthy way for them to exercise control and feel confident about asserting their authority. Their newfound defiance is a key to self-awareness.

However, there may be some coping strategies in case it begins to feel out of hand. I usually offer choices to my son asking him to choose between shoes v/s sandals, apples v/s grapes, buggy v/s scooter etc. He seems to like the idea of choosing and feels contended when his choice is considered.

Sometimes I use the example of his older brother playing a certain game or eating a certain food. His competitive streak kicks in and he agrees to go with the same choice. At other times I choose to sing his favourite songs, getting the job done alongside. So, he doesn’t normally notice if he has been offered a different coloured chalk for drawing if he was busy listening to my song. Sometimes the techniques work, sometimes don’t. But no technique can really be fool proof when negotiating with a toddler.

I am also guilty of using temptations and fake promises of candies or crisps to come out of some embarrassing situations, especially in public places. It is hard to get them off swings and slides and sometimes nothing works but the lure of a lolly. What happens later is a different story.

I understand that toddler refusal is a phase that doesn’t last forever. As he learns more words and understands that his choices are appreciated, he should get over it. Until then, there will be times when I will have to pull rank and take a stand. And there will be times when I will just have to let it be. The objective is to help him understand the way the world works and gaining confidence in the process.

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Goodbye Nursery, Hello Big School

No matter how many times I mention about how quickly time flies as a parent, I am still compelled to rethink the subject with every significant event in my kids’ lives.

While all of their new developments deserve attention, some are more noteworthy than the others. One such event was my 4-year-old’s nursery farewell. Funnily though, I can’t remember being as overwhelmed by any of my transitions as I was with my son’s academic baby steps. Come to think of it, he would merely be moving from his nursery school to the primary school. But, the build up to the farewell had made me emotional a couple of times.

I was overwhelmed partly because of my maternal instincts: where the whole journey of his little life flashed across my mind, often getting stuck on his baby and toddler moments, somehow irreconcilable to his present rather grown up self. My little floppy baby is now a confident and expressive young boy, much eager to get ‘bigger’.

Partially also, in sincere thankfulness to his key-person and the amazing staff who supported him when I was away. There were times when he was struggling with toilet training, or bumped his head in the playground, or just missed his mummy. But he was promptly comforted with good advice, kind words and warm cuddles by the amazing staff at his nursery. More than him, I think I would be remembering them with gratitude.

So, yes, time flies and it did fly quite swiftly. From a toddler of few words, literally, to a swift-talking, kind, gentle and confident boy, my son has seen a steep transformation in his personality. It is a pleasure to watch him unleash the sum total of all his nursery knowledge every now and then.
“Baby (his little brother), wait for your turn. It is my go first.”
“Mummy, did you just shout at my little brother? I saw you. Please say sorry and be friends. I will help you shake hands.”
“Do you know about Concorde? It was a big plane, very noisy and very fast. But it does not fly any more.”
“Mummy, do you know that magnets attract metal, iron, not wood or plastic or paper?”

Our conversations have been increasingly interesting and inquisitive with every passing term at his preschool. His teacher has often appreciated him for taking pride in his achievements. He doesn’t seem like much at home, but his feedback has been quite a delight.

His nursery maintains an online log of children’s activities to enable parents to keep track of their learning. In the run-up to the D-day, the portal was particularly busy with activities including photo sessions with friends and teachers and preparations for the primary (big) school. They had updated it with a ‘learning journal’, which was basically a compressed version of the good times spent at his preschool. Going through the document did ruffle the emotions a little bit. It meant saying goodbye to a place where your child learned, grew, built relationships and enjoyed his time.

Parents were invited for the farewell ceremony with invitation reading “...Please bring your tissues. We know we will….” I was prepared to focus on the good bits and make it memorable. The kids were all seated in the centre with parents around them. They sang their favourite songs with actions as the parents clicked away zealously. Only the graduation hats and gowns were missing. My son greeted me with the widest smile and happily posed as he finished his songs. The children were given their folders with the everyday nursery paraphernalia: name cards, lunchtime cards, photos, etc. It is a treasure trove of another kind. And the day ended with thank you cards, big hugs and good-byes.

My son hadn’t been talking much about how he felt about leaving his nursery for good. He was aware of joining new school but perhaps didn’t know he would be leaving the old one. As we left the nursery one final time, I pressed him for more thoughts. I was rather stunned with his response as he said, “Mummy, I don’t think I need to go to my nursery anymore”. What more can I say son, I think you have got it!

I am hoping he settles into his new school with equal ease. The transition process for new kids has been designed to help them adapt well. After admissions to the primary school were confirmed, parents were invited to a meeting with the teachers and the support staff. My son was offered two ‘stay-and-play’ sessions, one with me around and the other with a buddy from Year 6 of the same school. During one of the sessions, my son’s teacher came over to comfort him as a familiar face from the nursery. This is a usual practice followed by most nurseries. Similarly, the new primary school teacher visited him at his nursery school to observe him at home grounds. They would also come for a home visit to allow him to familiarize himself to new faces. Other than that, my son has played pretend games at nursery, dressing up in his new school’s clothes. That sounds like a lot of effort to go into saying “hi big school”. But, I am hoping it proves to be worth it.

From his enthusiasm and current understanding of the situation, I am hopeful he will settle in quickly. After all, nothing beats the feeling of seeing your child come out happy from school.
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Looks are deceptive. So are the camera phones.

Collecting memories is an integral part of our everyday lives. And it isn’t difficult to guess the easiest and most successful means of doing so. Yes, it’s our camera phones.

The rise, affordability and accessibility of good quality, in-built camera phones have paved the way for a convenient way of recording information. Scores of pictures can be taken for any chosen event in our lives. We might not always revisit them but a snappy moment is often irresistible.

I have particularly been unable to resist the temptation while bringing up my kids. It’s hard not to reach out for your smartphone when you find even their little acts adorable. Taking pictures is more like a reflex action. Whether they are playing in a park, or messing up mealtimes, ruining their art or just pulling faces, they are never more then a click away. Camera is a constant companion.

And there could be lots of fun coming from click time. Before you know, kids learn to pose and put their best face forwards. They compete for attention and command more lens-time than the others. “Take my pictures, mummy, with no baby”, often demands my 4-year-old. But all that be for good fun. I am no advocate of using camera to boost self-confidence. Only that it does sometimes lead to a pure fun-filled family time.

My recent experience with my camera phone is a case in point. It has a feature that recognises faces and indicates what age and sex you are. Not many people will honestly tell a woman how old she looks. So one morning, I thought, “Fair enough. Ask the camera. Let me see mine.” I was almost itching for it to confirm that I looked younger than my early thirties. It was a satisfying moment when it did; indicating that I was a female in late twenties, sometimes early, when I tried too hard.

I had scored a point there and it was my husband’s turn to take the test. Surprisingly, he too turned out to be in late twenties (and a male)! He is a couple of year older to me, though. Almost desperate to prove myself to him, I got into the frame again. But, I felt betrayed by my new friend, when it indicated that I was 37 years old. My husband laughed hard, as I was quiet flushed. And I wondered for a second what it was about the idea of a younger self that I momentarily got carried away with.

Anyways, it was time for a litmus test. So, I called my boys and put them in the frame. Shockingly, my older son, barely four and a half, turned out to be a teenage female in the camera. And my 2-year old, showed up as just a few years younger, but still a female face.

We had a great laugh as we dismissed all our unfavourable results. It was a good, hearty one in a long time. The whole episode, complete with the morning pictures in our dishevelled avatars, will go down the memory lane. We were just being ourselves, in our everyday lives, when a camera brightened up the day for us. Thank you technology and your lovely features that make life special.

That night, just out of curiosity, I whipped out the camera phone again, and took a picture of my sleeping tot. There was a huge smile on my face as he was still a 10-year-old female! Well, looks are deceptive. So are the camera phones.
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Wonderful things kids say

Time flies, much faster with kids, as hours and days become weeks and months, and the little ones no longer remain little anymore.

My older son will soon be graduating from nursery, completing his first of the many educational milestones. It was not long ago that I was apprehensive about how he would settle in and get along with the nursery routine. It was hard to let go of his hand as he desperately pleaded to stay with me. After the initial hitch, he gradually gelled in.

Overtime, he has transformed into a kind, gentle and confident boy. Not great with words before, he can talk endlessly now, sometimes even with a know-it-all attitude. It is both amusing and reassuring to see them express themselves with pride and confidence. With all this in my head, the last few days have been rather emotional. I have been reminding myself of the things he did and said up until sometime back.

On that note, here is a little poem I wrote for his fourth birthday, just so I can remember his little bits that brought smile and humour to our lives. They have been picked from his everyday life, expressed in his own language. It is interspersed with pretend roles, scholarly advice and self-admiration, pretty much of his idea of himself.

There is an attic in my tummy

I am not Adhiraj. I am Andy from the museum.
Voosh to the dinosaur clock, to the time of Paraceratherium
Now I am in a racing car. Vroom Vroom..Oopsie..my tyre is flat.
And now I am swimming in my bathtub. Look at my hairstyle- what’s that?
Paper birds don’t talk. I think its just imagination.
Dinosaurs don’t exist anymore. I need their fossils for my collections.
Whales don’t have lifts inside. That would be quiet funny.
What about you, Adhiraj? “There is an attic in my tummy.”

I am a big boy. THIS size, not small height, got it?
I can tidy up cause my friends are coming. I am very excited.
I always speak the truth. I never say, “I don’t know”.
I want my birthday come fast. Then I will be four.
If we want something, we always need to ask.
Let’s do a race. Yeah, I wined. I don’t like to come last.
I dreamed about healthy food – milk and yogurt, very yummy.
Shall I have a chocolate, please? There is an attic in my tummy.

I will wear my willies today. It’s rainy and muddy in my nursery.
I don’t like to get late. Mummy, we have to catch a bus, let’s hurry.
I hang my coat on my peg. Good-bye, Mummy. Bye, baby.
How’s your day, son? “I played in the garden with Joseph, Thomas and Ronnie.”
It’s not good to push, pull or snatch, or shout or ruin somebody’s play.
Mummy, please be quiet and listen to what I say.
I think we can go outside to play now. It’s morning and sunny.
We have a picnic on the blanket. There’s an attic in my tummy.

I love you more (than) all the monster trucks in the world.
You are my best friend. I can always count on you, mum.
My daddy is very good at fixing things. He is awesome.
Papa, shall be go to Tesco please? Buy toys from the toy section?
Baby – he is a cheeky chap. That’s not the way to do it, little one.
He has done a mega poo. He broke my construction. He ruined my fun.
We four are genius. It’s my favourite story, what’s your best bit, mummy?
Are you cooking lasagne or pasta? There is an attic in my tummy.
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Sister Finger, Sister Finger, Where are you?

It’s nice to have a pair of kids. As wonderful as it is to be a parent, it appears to be better to have siblings. They are believed to determine a child’s character traits and shape the personality he or she is going to develop into. They contribute to shared experiences during the childhood years and if all goes well, translate into lifelong memories and friendships. 

But who is to say whether or not it is better to have same sex siblings? Or do the same-sex siblings have the desire to have another sibling of the other gender? Or whether it impacts the overall understanding of and interactions with the other sex as they grow into adults? Or for that matter, the roles and options they see for themselves growing up? Bringing up two pre-schooler boys, 2 years apart, I think they are quite contended with each other. They seem to be normal kids who play and fight; trying to understand and include each other’s personalities into their everyday routine whilst also carving out separate identities for themselves. Their toys haven’t changed much. Cars, monster trucks, building blocks, dinosaurs, robots, etc. have continued to rule my shelves. Perhaps because the play has continued to be dominated by my older son, with the little one playing catch-up.
 
However, sometimes they get curious about the concept of sisters. Not very long ago, realizing it was something we didn’t have in our family, he commented, “Mummy, can we buy a sister please?” He was later explained that people couldn’t be shopped for unlike most of the everyday stuff. He later enquired why we couldn’t get one from the hospital unlike his baby brother. We told him he should be happy he still had a brother. Until almost a year ago, he would, in jest, refer to his girl friends as sisters. 

The reactions of my toddler to the absence of a ‘sister finger’ have been more amusing. He is currently very keen on nursery rhymes. The ‘finger family’ rhyme has been his favourite for sometime. As the song progresses to the ‘sister finger’, which is depicted as the ring finger on the hand, he emphatically says, “Ti, No”. In his limited vocabulary it means that we don’t have a sister finger. Sorry about that little fella, but as I see it, you will have to contend with the four of us for now. 

Gradually, as they grow up, they should both get comfortable with the family dynamics between the four of us. I hope that they can still be appreciative and respectful of the sensibilities of the fairer sex. Schooling and social interactions are expected to give them a wider view of life. A lack of a sister shouldn’t be that big a deal. 

And after the dust has settled, what if it’s just me, wishing for a more feminine touch to my life as the boys paint my house blue!
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Pineapple is my favourite apple

Snack times are fun. More fun for the kids than parents for sure, but an exciting time for both. It does bring out some interesting ideas about food from the kids as they explore the taste and textures of a seemingly routine food. Especially at an age when they learn to talk and make social conversations at dinner times, their culinary imagination stirs up an appetite of a different kind.

I have mostly relished the dinner table discussions at my table and, of course, the high chair, successfully holding off my cleaning-related anxiety until later. The ‘sluuuurrp’ of spaghetti reminds my pre-schooler of a snake as he struggles to take it all in. Thankfully, my tot still thinks of it as a finger food and unleashes his fondness without a care.

Pizza toppings are a pet kitchen art project. It starts with popping and chopping the peppers, in mega blocks of all sizes. It is followed by sprinkling all of the veggies, including the peppers, lavishly onto the pizza base and further dumping chunks of mozzarella on the top. It is a daunting task to control the toppings with two assertive kids on chairs standing on both sides. The attempt is to make a very colourful pizza. I usually split the toppings into half and keep the rest for later. Obviously, when no one is watching. Eventually, it all goes in the oven, where it slowly cooks under the watchful eyes of my kids. Even my toddler keeps coming back to confirm if it is ready. Feasting on the delicacy is another story with the title “When ketchup meets pizza”.

During one such meal times my 4-year-old said, “Pineapple is my favourite apple”. That was just a couple of days after he declared, “Potatoes grow on trees”. And it immediately rang a bell. A very recent UK study showed that many of the nation’s youngsters believed that cheese comes from plants, fish fingers are made of chicken and tomatoes grow underground. The good news is that they are not alone. The bad news is that it is a deeper issue.

The confusion about origins of food is more common than thought. A significant proportion of school goers, both young and older, believed that strawberry jam counted towards daily fruit and veg intake. It might have to do with how sneaky companies are towards labelling ingredients but it also has to do with how our kids might be getting fewer chances to interact with the botanical aspect of everyday life. How the food lands on our dinner plate has more to do with supermarkets than the rather traditional growing and cooking aspect of it.

As a parent I can try and educate my kids about the sources of food, how they grow and where we get them from. And, since summers have arrived, I also plan to use the opportunity to try and grow some simple veggies in my backyard. I was thinking of starting with tomatoes, beans and a couple of fairly straightforward ones. It will be my first time sowing seeds to see something grow. So we are all very excited to dig up the earth behind us. We have got our gloves and spades ready and our fingers crossed.
Because I won’t be pleased if they tell me that chocolate falls from the sky.
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B for Brothers, Semi Circles on the Same Side

Hello friends.

Sir David Frost once wisely said, “Having one child makes you a parent; having two, you are a referee.” My kids are very young but it still feels like truer words have never been said.

In the normal world, I would be pleased if asked to settle issues. But in my kids’ world, reason is not always the king. This is my new normal – playing an arbitrator and a judge, attempting to come up with solutions to please both my little boys. Not an impossible task really, but mostly a very exhaustive one for me and an upsetting one for one of them.

Why is it just one last crisp in the end when there are two hungry mouths?
And only one of them can have a last turn at the swing before leaving for dinner?
And only one telly for different choice of cartoons?

My four-year-old is mostly very cooperative but he does have a daily threshold of tolerance. My two-year-old toddler leads with imitation and, despite his size, expects to get and do exactly as much. That’s double trouble. 

But there are times of double play and double fun as well. They are both learning to share their basic resources- food, toys and mummy! The older one’s nursery training comes in handy as well as he gets well versed with tidying up, turn taking and talking through most routines. A bit of it gets rubbed off on the little brother and, sometimes, he joins in. They read their books together; with the little one listening carefully as the pages are turned. Sometimes, they build big structures from the pile of blocks, with the junior taking pride in adding just a couple of those towards the end. Their favourite bit is the bath time, where they shriek happily as they splash water on each other. 

So, basically it’s all mixed up. And I guess, that is what makes the duo so memorable. They fight, and then unite. At the end of the day, they are both on the same side. So here is another poetic scribbling celebrating their brotherly bond, as I like to see it.

B for Brothers – Semi circles on the same side


The two of you are together, in play or in a fight
Holding hands when you walk, holding still when sleeping at night
Hugging when you meet again, a cuddle when you say good-bye
A ‘huggle’ still to end it all –the pulling of hair or scratching an eye
The “baby” waddles behind; like a shadow in daylight
You stop and look out for him, catching his hand when no one tries
He is a “chap” kind of guy, a little “kind”, a lot “funny”
You watch your cartoons together, ‘Swashbucklers’ and ‘Bing’ bunny
Merry dancing on the coffee table, to your favourite pirate tune
‘Eyepatch’, ‘Pirate’s hat’ & ‘Ahrrr’, Oh! The buccaneers are over the moon
Puzzles, toys, tricks and games – getting them wrong, sometimes right
You are ‘B for Brothers’, semi circles on the same side.
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Just 1 more than 1!

Greetings everybody.

Life is beautiful and its moments, precious. Never have I felt it is as strongly as I do now, as a mother of two beautiful boys - a four-year-old pre-schooler, and, a just-turned-two toddler.

Before motherhood arrived, I would have never believed the other mums when they said “time flies”. For mine was a slow world, trudging along the alleys of work and home. But when the change happened, it did transport me into another world. Unfamiliar, uncharted, uncertain and unprecedented situations presented themselves to my unskilled self. And, it happened twice. Despite all intent and planning, I found myself rather unprepared for the gigantic task of raising two little kids.

But, I was equally happy and adventurous. I still am. Not the one to miss out on the little joys, I have learnt to let the tiny moments do their talking. Just taking some time to soak them in, not caring if I would remember them when they are all grown up.

Fortunately, as my little one turned two, I managed to recollect some memories made last year, as he transitions into a more exciting toddler. I wish I could hold on to the precious moments but, I am sure there are many more in store. Here is a rather casual poetic effort recounting his last year. A million more suns to you!

Just 1 more than 1!

Bigger by a year, my cheeky grinner, what’s your annual update?
The kisses and cuddles held the act together; but why the messy play of late?
A dramatic turnaround from your modest baby-ness, how did you bring that smile to roar?
In these wonderful eyes and wary ears, your toddler boots have lots in store.

On your face all day, expressions at play - funny, grumpy, scary, fake laugh or cry
Not much talk yet, but all is said, with a curling pout and stretchy eyes
Dancing and prancing to dinosaur raps, tip-tapping the diplodocus way
Humming along the nursery rhymes, did you teach the finger family to sway?

Sponge of a brain, Mr. Get-it-all, there is a great deal you remember
The dinosaur with a red eye, the snake in the park, and, alas! The dead spider
The garden is a fantasy place, where the ant family is chased and counted
The snails are poked; the crawlies crept upon, the wood louse in its ruins, hounded


The kingdom of animals is held close to the chest – lizard, elephant, hen and a million more
Along with come the noises - Hiss of a snake, roar of a lion and flap of a Gigantoraptor
But, of course, gorillas are the best. You, the wild beast incarnate yourself
By thumping your chest and growling loud, you shake the doubt off the shelf

Jumping on the bed, or hide and seek, a chasing game or water-play
Swings and merry-go-rounds may make you dizzy, but big bro games are a hit all the way
Warm hugs are still your sweetest pleasure, tightly packed in my arms
We always look out for each other; it’s fun and mischief with slight alarm


Big brother zone is a competitive place, where imitation is the name of the game
Toys, telly, treats or tools – why can’t everything be ditto –same?
The challenge of the climbing frames, the race to put on your shoe
Why ask for exactly as much? Why follow him to the loo?

You lead with an exuberant personality. Your tiny bits are made of fun.
Feisty, competitive and watchful – a lot of add-ons since you turned one!
‘Baby with a big bottom’, the ‘Little finger’, our birthday boy
We wish to behold each moment of you; every ounce of you is joy.

When I laugh without care, in my thoughts you’ll see, episodes of your life so far,
Like brilliant stars in random scatter, delighting me in every hour
Wish you back the gifts you gave – peace, love and joy, unalloyed
Blessings of abundance, wherever you may go, whatever you may try

The world to you, be a playground in expanse- to dare, explore and seek
To yearn for sweet victories and learn from defeats
Your courage may shine and smiles sparkle, as you tread from year to year
Our precious one, just keep the faith, we hold you ever so dear.
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