abu & rabad

  rabad (in the sweetest of tones) – i don’t want you as mamma, i want a different mamma me – ok rabad – pappa too. i want a different pappa me (feeling a tad better) – ok rabad – and you know what i’d tell the different mamma and pappa? me – what? rabad [...Read More...]

Now Abu and Rabad are both aware of this blog, and every once in a while, they want to see the site. Abu can actually read the posts with help from us on the more difficult words. So now, apparently, they want more creative control. If you remember, the title of the last post was [...Read More...]

just a few minutes ago. rabad (she’s sitting and hugging my feet while i stand)- mamma, i like you very much. i like you more than i like myself. who said i wont be using this forum to brag? but seriously, can’t believe the layers that that one sentence has. obviously, the brag. but then [...Read More...]

Yesterday in the afternoon, I was walking Rabad to the daycare. It was sunny and hot. “Pappa, is winter over?” “No baby. It is still winter, but for some reason it is hot today.” “Oh. I want winter back. I like the cold” Later, in the evening, unexpectedly it rained. The kids were playing downstairs, [...Read More...]

every once in a while, rabad comes up to me, extremely dissatisfied with life, “why didn’t you give me two names, why do i have only one?” me: of course, you have two…the other one is rabad, see… rabad (in full form – curled brows, the hint of a tear in left eye, and all): [...Read More...]

“I want water” It was 10pm. Rabad should have been asleep about an hour ago, but wasn’t. So she was slightly cranky too. But every once in a while, we decide that spoonfeeding is not on. “Go get it yourself from the fridge.” “But it dark there.” After about 5 minutes of fruitlessly trying to [...Read More...]

Rabad loves drawing and coloring. She goes to a drawing class three times a week, where they teach her how to copy drawings made by her teacher and then color them with crayons. Even otherwise, she spends a lot of time drawing or coloring – with crayons, sketch pens, or water colors. She can literally [...Read More...]

that’s abu’s foot. this is a common occurrence in our household, so not to worry. we have a bone contusion which is not a fracture but deserves a plaster to be on the safer side. so be it. there’s more to this post than just “look, he hurt his foot.” now, just because it’s a [...Read More...]

so, the day before hubby dear had this conversation with rabad… rabad – “mamma, when i grow up, i’ll have a pee-pee like abu, right?” (i think i sensed hopefulness in her tone) me – “no baby, we were made girls and girls pee-pees are different from boys” rabad – “but, why?” me – “uh…..that’s [...Read More...]

“I wanted to be a boy,” said Rabad to me, out of the blue, a couple of days back. This is a common refrain with her. “Why?” “Because I want a pee-pee like boys.” Mamma and I have had this conversation with her before, so I knew what to say. “But then you would not [...Read More...]