Look at Me
Her, for the 100th time : “Mama, look! Look at me, Mama! Look, I can do cartwheels/bend myself like a pretzel/the most difficult ballet pose in the world/hang upside down… Read more »
Her, for the 100th time : “Mama, look! Look at me, Mama! Look, I can do cartwheels/bend myself like a pretzel/the most difficult ballet pose in the world/hang upside down… Read more »
The Micro-story-palooza continues! Yesterday’s prompt was “Love” (obviously!) Read on… And then she was born. Sonnets became lullabies, roses and chocolates gave way to diapers and bottles, long waits in… Read more »
I am feeling great this Monday morning because I finally roped in Suchitra a.k.a. The PhD Mama to write a guest post for Mixed Bag.
You’re teenagers, you’re hormonal, I get it. I was a teenager once. But here’s another thing which you (probably) don’t know. One day, you will be me.
That girl can make me laugh! Most days she’s a little Miranda Priestly, but if you catch her at a good time, she can be really goofy.
“Do you want some chocolate?”, Appa asks me. We’re shopping at Costco and just like that, I’m a 3-year old holding on to his thumb. I’m still his little girl…. Read more »
“Mommy, what does ‘new year’ mean? “Mommy, what does ‘time’ mean? Toddlers ask the most thought-provoking (also extremely annoying) questions. How do I explain to M what new year and… Read more »