<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925</id><updated>2026-02-14T04:57:24.501+05:30</updated><category term="Bangalore"/><category term="baby"/><category term="baby care"/><category term="india"/><category term="fun"/><category term="R2I"/><category term="personal"/><category term="US"/><category term="general"/><category term="Mumbai"/><category term="education"/><category term="milestones"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="nanny"/><category term="Bay Area"/><category term="baby food"/><category term="baby talk"/><category term="career"/><category term="Pune"/><category term="Vapi"/><category term="baby love"/><category term="health"/><category term="health foods"/><category term="healthy foods"/><category term="hobby"/><category term="auntie"/><category term="awards"/><category term="bomb"/><category term="food"/><category term="girl"/><category term="potty training"/><category term="shop"/><category term="throat infection"/><category term="viral"/><category term="Ahmedabad"/><category term="BRAT"/><category term="Delhi"/><category term="bathing"/><category term="bathtub"/><category term="bomb blasts"/><category term="cards"/><category term="flu"/><category term="sale"/><category term="school"/><category term="stomach flu"/><category term="stomach virus"/><category term="summer holidays"/><category term="tag"/><category term="uniform"/><category term="vomiting"/><category term="water"/><title type='text'>Baby Love...and looottts of it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-6650312753847488118</id><published>2012-08-29T16:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-09-24T12:08:44.370+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bangalore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health foods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healthy foods"/><title type='text'>A Healthier and Happier 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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I am normally not a resolutions person coz the moment I keep them, I &amp;nbsp;know I will fizzle out in a few weeks time. So after many years of no new resolutions, something in me made me take one this New Years. (Actually the something and the roots of it is another post in itself). So on January 1 2012, I decided this will be the year I will start&amp;nbsp;focusing&amp;nbsp;on me and my family&#39;s health. We will change the way we eat for the better and change all our bad (read: &lt;i&gt;lazy&lt;/i&gt;) habits for good. This will not only make us healthier but will also set a good example for our little daughter to follow in her life. It has been 8 months now and I feel good knowing that my relationship with food is only getting healthier and stronger each day. My best moments are when my 5 year old says to me &quot;&lt;i&gt;Mommy, I want to eat Panjiri&lt;/i&gt;&quot; or &quot;&lt;i&gt;Give me more cucumber&lt;/i&gt;&quot; or &quot;&lt;i&gt;I want to do yoga with you&lt;/i&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some changes I have made towards a more healthier me:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Completely cut out tea, coffee and sodas - basically all caffeinated beverages.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cut down drastically on refined sugar.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take a shot of wheatgrass every day.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Include more raw vegetables in my diet (atleast one portion of salad each day).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Include more dry fruits in our daily diet (atleast a handful of soaked almonds each day).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Include more fruits in my daily diet (atleast twice a day).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bought a good juicer and started consuming vegetable / fruit juices (atleast once in 2 days).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Switched from white rice to brown and/or red rice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Switched from refined sugar to palm sugar and/or jaggery.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Switched from plain wheat flour to multigrain flour.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Started consuming organic food as much as possible.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Resumed my yoga practice (after taking a break from it ever since lil N was born).&lt;/li&gt;
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And you know what is the best change of all? We got a pet pup in May which has led to more exercise for us all :-) I love the mornings when I actually have time to do 30 minutes of yoga followed by taking the dog out for a run. Those mornings also include us meeting with his friends in the apartment complex. It is a complete body and mind therapy for both - the pup and me:-) Ah...I cannot describe how good I feel the rest of that day! You know the icing on the cake? While I am doing yoga at home, hubby dear is out dropping lil N to school and doing his morning brisk walk in a park near the school for an hour after that. So both of us are happy our workout for the day is over with. On weekend mornings all of us head out into the tennis court for a&amp;nbsp;doggies play date&amp;nbsp;where we&amp;nbsp;meet up our dog owner friends (with their pets ofcourse) and all of us have a great time hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I am sure it is not much of a surprise that this is the year we finally gave birth to our own venture towards spreading health - &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shophealthy.in/&quot;&gt;www.shophealthy.in&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;as well as a new blog where I blog exclusively on health related topics -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://shophealthy.blogspot.in/&quot;&gt;http://shophealthy.blogspot.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do you all do to stay healthy and happy? Tell me more...I am curious to hear. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Posting our latest sale details here just in case readers would like to avail of this limited time offer going on in our store &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shophealthy.in/&quot;&gt;www.shophealthy.in&lt;/a&gt;. Do spread the word amongst your friends and family as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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In relation to the venture I announced &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.in/2012/07/dear-readers-of-my-blog-select-few-who.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;last week, I am starting a new blog for our online store. The new blog will be in addition to this one but will be focused completely on all things healthy. This blog will still remain my cozy corner for all things baby :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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So whenever you are in the mood for a dose of health, please hop over to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shophealthy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;www.shophealthy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. I will be posting there under the name of shopHealthyIN. See you there once in a while!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1372070250258057566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/1372070250258057566' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1372070250258057566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1372070250258057566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2012/07/new-blog.html' title='A new blog'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-2567430654113652403</id><published>2012-07-11T16:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-09-14T16:57:16.409+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health foods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healthy foods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="india"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shop"/><title type='text'>Announcing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Dear readers of my blog (the select few who still hop over at times :-)) I have something I&#39;d like to share. We (my hubby and I) have been working in stealth mode on something for a while that we are finally ready to announce to the world. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;
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We are happy to announce the soft launch of our online health foods store &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shophealthy.in/&quot;&gt;www.shophealthy.in&lt;/a&gt;. As of today, we have 77 products, 15 brands and growing rapidly. 99% of our products are organic.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some salient features of our offering:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shophealthy.in/index.php?route=information/information&amp;amp;information_id=7&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Loyalty Program&lt;/a&gt; is designed to be extremely customer friendly. &lt;b&gt;On each purchase, you will earn Reward Points that can be instantly redeemed during the next order.&lt;/b&gt; There is no limit you need to reach before redemption. It is immediately available to use on your next order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Use &lt;b&gt;coupon code 509HLK to get Rs 50 off on your first order&lt;/b&gt;. Enter coupon code in the shopping cart page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;After registration and first order, you will receive a &lt;b&gt;Rs. 50 gift voucher to use in your next order.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free shipping on all orders over Rs. 500.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Please take some time and review &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shophealthy.in/&quot;&gt;www.shophealthy.in&lt;/a&gt;. If you do not find a product you&#39;d like to see in our store, feel free to contact us and we&#39;ll do our best to source it and include it going forward. Please Note - we do not plan to carry perishable goods such as fresh fruits and vegetables at this point.&lt;/div&gt;
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All suggestions and queries are welcome. For anything at all, please feel free to email us at &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:care@shophealthy.in&quot;&gt;care@shophealthy.in&lt;/a&gt;. For any business queries, affiliate opportunities, etc. please email &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:manoj@shophealthy.in&quot;&gt;manoj@shophealthy.in&lt;/a&gt;. Please also follow us on facebook at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/shopHealthyIN&quot;&gt;https://www.facebook.com/shopHealthyIN&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and twitter at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/shopHealthyIn&quot;&gt;https://twitter.com/shopHealthyIn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Come join us - eat well, feel well and live well!&lt;/div&gt;
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Please help us spread the word by forwarding this to friends, liking our facebook page, following us on twitter and any other way you can.&lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;
shopHealthy.in Team&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do people take a seemingly straightforward spelling and twist it to the extent of confusing the rest? And then there are more who take the already twisted spelling, twist it some more and change the entire context??? Wanna know what I am rambling about? I will tell you what...&lt;br /&gt;
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This past Saturday was my birthday (don&#39;t ask me which one). My hubby dear was generous enough to offer to take me to lunch wherever I wanted to go. And that itself is a huge offer considering going anywhere in Bangalore will take a minimum of 45 mins to an hour on a weekend. So I searched and surfed online, checked through all my options, checked with my heart on what it wanted to be fed and decided Mexican it is. I was really craving for some yummy juicy Enchiladas, Nachos and other such comfort bean filled food. On checking around, there seemed to be hardly any Mexican places in Bangalore. So there we were - our close friends, us and my cousin - standing near our cars at 12:30 still wondering where to go. We call some more friends and check with them. Only suggestions we got were Woodstok, Habanero and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chilis.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chilis&lt;/a&gt;. Now given that we had already gone to Woodstok last year for my birthday and our friends had visited Habanero just a week ago, Chilis it was. So we called &lt;a href=&quot;http://justdial.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;JustDial&lt;/a&gt; for their number and they sent me the landline number for the one on Old Airport Road. Incidentally, the friend who recommended it had been there a month ago and loved it. But the friends who were going with us were pretty confident that it has already closed down. So we called Chilis to make sure they are open and to book a table. They were not answering. So what would a person do next? As expected, I called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.justdial.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;JustDial &lt;/a&gt;to see if they have any other number for them. They did not. My next question to them was - so is there any other &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chilis.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chilis&lt;/a&gt; in Bangalore? Oh yes - in Whitefield - pat came the reply. So ofcourse we grabbed that number and called them to book a table for us right away and asked them for directions. The guy on the other line just gave me some silly landmarks without any directions from Koramangala. When I asked him the entire route, he said where are you coming from? And when I said Koramangala, he seemed a little surprised saying this is in Whitefield madam. I snapped back saying so what...just give me the damn directions! He did as told and hung up - without asking for my contact number or number of people for booking our table. I was a little surprised that he did not take my number etc. and was about to call him back but hubby calmed me down saying we&#39;ll get there soon - not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we finally set out all hungry for feasting on a Mexican spread...drove 21kms on the awful roads full of construction and traffic, from Koramangala to Whitefield, tracked down the landmarks he gave and finally an hour later, saw the Big Bazar he mentioned. Soon enough we pulled over coz our friend&#39;s car had pulled over before us and my hubby showed me on our left, a place called Chilly&#39;s. My first reaction - &quot;Not this one dear...we need to go ahead, cross Big Bazaar.&quot; My cousin and hubby had to struggle to hold back their laughter at the reality that faced us and jumped out of the car to talk to our friends about Plan-B. Did you realize what just happened here? Read the spellings again. Turns out that this restaurant was an Andhra Style joint called Chilly&#39;s (not the American franchise called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chilis.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chilis&lt;/a&gt;)!!!! And not an upscale or&amp;nbsp;fast food&amp;nbsp;place at that but kinda like your Shantisagars across town! Imagine the look of horror on my face and the anger I felt for &lt;a href=&quot;http://justdial.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;JustDial&lt;/a&gt;!!! I could not believe we drove across town to find an Andhra style hole in the wall!!! I was still in&amp;nbsp;denial&amp;nbsp;and actually called them again from right outside their hotel to ask which cuisine is their food. And the guy seemingly irritated by now said Andhra style madam! As if I should have already known that!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrr. The only thing that partially saved us from me actually chewing down someone was that Habanero was not too far from this place. So off we went to Habanero for my birthday lunch. It was not the best Mexican I had tasted plus the bar was closed due to a dry day in the city (which we were not aware of) but atleast it was still Mexican. Sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just to cross check, I scanned through my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.justdial.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;JustDial&lt;/a&gt; SMS messages once more and noticed they had spelt the first one Chilis and the second one Chillys but we never noticed the difference coz they had promptly provided the second option in response to my query for another&amp;nbsp;Mexican&amp;nbsp;restaurant Chilis in town! Gosh - for the love of trademarks and spellings! Now you know what I meant in the opening line? If only no one had &amp;nbsp;twisted the original word &quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/chilies?s=t&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;chilies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&quot; into &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chilis.com/&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chilis&lt;/a&gt;, no one else would have come along to put another twist to it to call it Chilly&#39;s!!!&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway...as they say...all is well that ends well. The day ended beautifully with a visit to the temple followed by a surprise party when we got home - something I had never even suspected.&amp;nbsp;Completely managed by my hubby and dear friends.&amp;nbsp;I mean, its not that we have not done this before but somehow our birthdays since N has been born have been pretty low key since the excitement is mostly saved up for the little one&#39;s birthdays now :-) Hence, this came as a total surprise to me. &amp;nbsp;My shock aside, the joy and surprise on lil N&#39;s face when we entered home after the temple and saw it full of people was priceless! She was soooo lit up and just could not stop asking me - &quot;But mama, how did they enter our home?&quot; :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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OMG - my little baby has finally grown up. I think I am choking the same way today as the day she weaned off breastmilk! This little baby of mine looks like such a big girl in the her uniform! I somehow feel that the change in boys is less drastic when they transform from a non-uniform playschool to a uniform one fine morning coz they continue to wear a shirt and shorts right? Yes - now it is all tucked in and plain white or beige but it is still not a totally different look. But girls - not so much. Coz little girls usually wear anything from shorts to pants to frocks to skirts. Suddenly seeing them in a uniform makes you realize how time has flown by and my baby has now matured into this school going disciplined girl. I know you&#39;ll say it is just LKG but still a uniform adds to their years I feel. And it also brings back vivid memories of when I trotted off to my school (not so long ago?)!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway...just wanted to share the joy of this morning when I got my child ready to join her &lt;i&gt;&quot;big bachcha&#39;s school&quot;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(meaning: big kids school)&lt;/i&gt; as she calls it. Leaving you with some pics that say the rest...&lt;br /&gt;
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She is thrilled that her best friend A is also in the same class as her!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mar 30, 2012: &lt;/b&gt;Lil N said goodbye to her teachers, akkas and the wonderful friends at her Montessori and Daycare for the last 2 years - &lt;a href=&quot;http://littlefeatmontessori.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Little Feat Montessori&lt;/a&gt;. She graduated with lots of memories and learning and ready to join her &quot;big school&quot; coming June. She and I made cute farewell cards for each of the teacher and akka who has touched her life here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mar 30, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Same night, flew out to Bombay for a month long summer break with both sets of her grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 13, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Flew to Jammu (via Delhi) for the loooooong overdue trip to Vaishno Devi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 14, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Jai Mata Di! Vaishno Devi darshan at last!!!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 15, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Back to Bombay&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 18, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Lil N and I set out to visit my dear bro and bhabhi in Pune (N&#39;s mama and mami)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 19, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Visited my office in Pune, met the team face to face for the first time. N spent a memorable day chilling with her mami at home. Great bonding on both fronts :-)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 21, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Drove to my parents home for us to spend quality time with them for a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 28, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Back to Bombay&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apr 30, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Back to Bangalore - Home Sweet Home after a month! Time for getting back to our routine and looking forward to new beginnings with new school and stuff.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 11, 2012: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Added a new member to our family - the oh-so-cute-cozy-soft-whitish-fawn lab pup. Born on April 8, 2012 - was about 33 days when he came into his new home with us. Lil N named him &lt;i&gt;Simba&lt;/i&gt; :-)&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 27, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: N and I decided to doll up her play room so that she can call it her own and even sleep there with Simba. This is a &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; milestone for her and us as well. We bought a tonne of stuff for her bedroom that same day and she has happily slept in it ever since. (&lt;b&gt;Just so I don&#39;t forget&lt;/b&gt;: This has been a very very gradual process. I had started training her to sleep by herself while in Bombay the previous month. She went from wanting me to be in the same room as her while she tried to sleep, then leaving the door open for a while, then me leaving the room after reading and kissing her good night. When we came back to Bangalore, the whole thing kinda regressed again and she wanted me to sleep with her on her bed which was on the floor next to ours. Then when Simba arrived, it regressed even more! She slept between us on our bed coz obviously if Simba walks on her or worse chews or bites her while she is asleep on her bed that was on the floor, it would be terrible. A week or two of these crazy sleep arrangements especially with Simba falling a little ill and us not having the heart to leave him outside our room, I had this bright idea of getting N all excited about &quot;her room&quot;. Thankfully she took to that idea and we excitedly went shopping for her room with her - she literally chose everything and I promised to get her even more if she keeps her promise of sleeping in her room every day. Now I lie in her bed, read to her next to her new bedside lamp, on her new girlie pillows and kiddie bedspread, &amp;nbsp;kiss her goodnight and leave the room. She does wake up around 4am or so and call out for me crying - and that is when me (and sometimes me and my hubby both) bring our blankets and join her for our dose of baby cuddles until we wake up in the morning :-) The other promise she wanted was that Simba sleep in her room and we have been trying to get him into the habit as well. So far so good. Touchwood...knock on wood...kala tikka...whatever it takes :-))&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jun 6, 2012&lt;/b&gt;: Her new school begins. Goodbye lazy mornings...sigh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8450145218088734849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/8450145218088734849' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/8450145218088734849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/8450145218088734849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2012/06/about-summer-holidays-life-changes.html' title='About Summer Holidays, Life Changes, Other Updates and Such'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGLQICczkWvWuPC08tbkccZhBHLIgqIkqU1PK32LacZBsdNKZiNTEkft7RzwmX1JJYasHvGMF-HivFtwD6woZbzfiNVxU59zeuFfE4DV_cGdU7RahAHBTQpNVE6j8JHevok9OMTiuT4Um/s72-c/P1030040.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-6936636789057148325</id><published>2011-10-24T22:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-25T00:44:12.406+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hobby"/><title type='text'>Happy Diwali Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I have had many a lazy weekends up until I discovered the event Patty runs on her &lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; every week. Its called &lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/2011/10/giveaway-weekly-story-wk-54.html&quot;&gt;Patty&#39;s weekly story&lt;/a&gt; and it just inspires me to do something creative each weekend. I mean I do most of these things anyway but now I remember to take pictures and post them here so that I can share with you guys and get more inspiration :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here&#39;s what I have been upto this past weekend. Surprisingly it was quite a busy weekend in the creativity department. It started out with me finishing up a project I had procrastinated for quite a while...a hand embroidered pillow case for lil N&#39;s bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRluVHc_ylL5v93mJ4zdBEP1rtHdgb3DsFHTTYA4SAGyHGtbHUnMcD0cG4X9zbWsGP0BXokFienDDByL4-1QiUHSVUZ5JpD_qlQpds3F4nsU_jFSakJklpEXwK-ZTS6H5W4LTBDuzdo55y/s1600/P1020915.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRluVHc_ylL5v93mJ4zdBEP1rtHdgb3DsFHTTYA4SAGyHGtbHUnMcD0cG4X9zbWsGP0BXokFienDDByL4-1QiUHSVUZ5JpD_qlQpds3F4nsU_jFSakJklpEXwK-ZTS6H5W4LTBDuzdo55y/s320/P1020915.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667130463783401154&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFizVOC-uvfv-9JQRE1v6-4hwkOomqooNGC7AVySd_xj5jA5ZZ8u7c0E_Py1BxhpUBUX_BsJetSBkcaFS1ANyldAxjMHe11DVXnxoE3XeJB_JCxj9X4MnHpGG2eevpXK5qGGvuDdYAYq3/s1600/P1020916.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFizVOC-uvfv-9JQRE1v6-4hwkOomqooNGC7AVySd_xj5jA5ZZ8u7c0E_Py1BxhpUBUX_BsJetSBkcaFS1ANyldAxjMHe11DVXnxoE3XeJB_JCxj9X4MnHpGG2eevpXK5qGGvuDdYAYq3/s320/P1020916.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667130645652394786&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHuvBGu6YN_i8p90ZHRvmh1ln0r5q_2S40Iz2e_vHzwwfASFWwjg0wxogKBwiPxrxB4y31o5vwvdYixDexQ0kMEpcOxAVJr22CopJrFB8HK9CTQo0cgntTzxJhXfefkNgvRJVYU_5P4u3/s1600/P1020918.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpHuvBGu6YN_i8p90ZHRvmh1ln0r5q_2S40Iz2e_vHzwwfASFWwjg0wxogKBwiPxrxB4y31o5vwvdYixDexQ0kMEpcOxAVJr22CopJrFB8HK9CTQo0cgntTzxJhXfefkNgvRJVYU_5P4u3/s320/P1020918.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667130841095914450&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this, I spent most of Saturday morning baking a cake for lil N. I have been wanting to re-start baking which I had almost stopped ever since we moved back to India 3 years ago. Reason being I missed the conventional oven that we had in the US and was never sure how the microwave that doubles up as an oven will really work. So I started with a ready cake mix just to see if the baking gets done evenly and I was pleasantly surprised! It was awesome and now I am ready to try my hands at more healthy recipes - inspiration being my friend G and this site &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.joyofbaking.com/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, I finally wanted to get started on the festivities preparation for Diwali. I took inspiration from &lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-paper-lanters.html&quot;&gt;Patty&#39;s hand made lanterns&lt;/a&gt; and got to task. My baby and I worked on making these paper lanterns on Sunday afternoon while dear hubby was cooking up some yummy lunch for us. I plan to hang up some of these with bulbs in them and some I will probably use to decorate the rangoli I am planning on attempting at the entrance to our home. This project was super easy and lots of fun for the kiddo and me. Thanks Patty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUt2TGEugsKwg3FLaGhLPYEdHdPNKqzGw17JXTlzNOPbqCA_7MZ6GUZJM3NTl8yS2DKm9pGBsaEtGv-n4Ty6tUQ7t5df8vt9XVGSlKnk9Z-82cvun2mGzdICSm-UTW7W6kwbJwisXtBm4_/s1600/P1020920_1.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUt2TGEugsKwg3FLaGhLPYEdHdPNKqzGw17JXTlzNOPbqCA_7MZ6GUZJM3NTl8yS2DKm9pGBsaEtGv-n4Ty6tUQ7t5df8vt9XVGSlKnk9Z-82cvun2mGzdICSm-UTW7W6kwbJwisXtBm4_/s320/P1020920_1.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667131518594310306&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening we wanted to try our hands at cooking up some sweets and snacks for the Diwali season. Now mind you I have never made Diwali snacks at home...have always just assisted my mom in doing these things and even that has been over a decade ago. So each Diwali, we just got store bought goodies until last year when I decided I&#39;d try my hand at just one item - besan laddoos (recipe from &lt;a href=&quot;http://redchillies.us/2010/07/01/besan-ladoo/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). They turned out yummy which probably got my hubby enthused about doing more at home...just like his and my mom used to do. So we thought why not try a Diwali with homemade delicacies and hopefully set an example for our lil N. That is how we spent Sunday evening making shakkar paare and namak paare. This was the first ever time I made them and they turned out alright. Thank god! Next I plan to make besan laddoos and a few other items such as chivda/bhel, gulab jamun, etc. Ofcourse I cannot make in huge quantities so store stuff will be bought to supplement too. But atleast now I can say I did make some Diwali goodies at home as well :-) BTW I didn&#39;t really take pictures of the food since I am no good at food photography (also coz I got worn out doing all the cooking :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other Diwali things on my list - I have been looking online for some very simple rangoli ideas. Want to do something a little more than usual but still very simple. Let&#39;s see what I end up with...will post pics if I can :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, do let me know all about the new or creative things you are trying out this Diwali. And here&#39;s wishing all of you a &lt;i&gt;Very Happy &amp;amp; Safe Diwali Season!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linking to &lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/2011/10/giveaway-weekly-story-wk-54.html&quot;&gt;Patty&#39;s Weekly Story&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thekeybunch.com/2011/09/september-carnival-bit-of-india-in.html&quot;&gt;The Key Bunch - A bit of India in Every Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6936636789057148325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/6936636789057148325' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/6936636789057148325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/6936636789057148325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-diwali-everyone.html' title='Happy Diwali Everyone!'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRluVHc_ylL5v93mJ4zdBEP1rtHdgb3DsFHTTYA4SAGyHGtbHUnMcD0cG4X9zbWsGP0BXokFienDDByL4-1QiUHSVUZ5JpD_qlQpds3F4nsU_jFSakJklpEXwK-ZTS6H5W4LTBDuzdo55y/s72-c/P1020915.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-6553953519325200777</id><published>2011-10-11T14:30:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:07:04.348+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hobby"/><title type='text'>My first attempt at a frock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Remember how I mentioned in my &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-world-of-sewing.html&quot;&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt; that I was working on a frock for lil N? Well...I finally finished it yesterday (well almost...pending a few finishing touches). So here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRtfs7MQ2j-5a9jwBe5aUsBe9owphKpqYR8RRR2YVwhz00lvejEnDXX-dZ0P2TWyWKoyznkKsZeOnS7GQT2JgE5ALJJuG722fn7g9-nEkHQiO0FHGZZiIlxBwJ932mj4k0KKgfmd9SInA/s1600/P1020903.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRtfs7MQ2j-5a9jwBe5aUsBe9owphKpqYR8RRR2YVwhz00lvejEnDXX-dZ0P2TWyWKoyznkKsZeOnS7GQT2JgE5ALJJuG722fn7g9-nEkHQiO0FHGZZiIlxBwJ932mj4k0KKgfmd9SInA/s320/P1020903.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662191535405646386&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a little bit more about this frock. The design evolved over time as I kept working on the project. I did not start with any pattern in mind other than the umbrella skirt shape that I had already cut earlier. I wanted to make a low waist frock since I think N looks great in them. So the umbrella cut skirt bottom is made of left over fabric I had from my first ever sewing project - a top for lil N (see pic 1 in my &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-world-of-sewing.html&quot;&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;). The top portion is made of a blouse piece that my MIL gave me as part of the multiple fabrics she gifted me when I visited her last and demonstrated my new found love for sewing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to do something different for sleeves this time. So after browsing online, I came across a video on how to make ruffles. Loved it. And tried it. And it came out fine - am mighty pleased with the new skill :-) Take a closer look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjat1QAZtZ7a1arkNYcr8MxmydH1vtEg0OXlx7oJMgDK_ArSKc1cauVrjE9P8Ua9DEZ0rcxFLdeHltxuOFeAHd_63ntUJ4vNErEa10rIwR5KVIASEONbiQFxeCQkqbiM3dHgLJKW3Z4vbF-/s1600/P1020906.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjat1QAZtZ7a1arkNYcr8MxmydH1vtEg0OXlx7oJMgDK_ArSKc1cauVrjE9P8Ua9DEZ0rcxFLdeHltxuOFeAHd_63ntUJ4vNErEa10rIwR5KVIASEONbiQFxeCQkqbiM3dHgLJKW3Z4vbF-/s320/P1020906.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662193669849459490&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sewing the bottom to the top half was the most difficult part in this project since this was the first time I was making a frock. I had only made a separate skirt and a top earlier. I searched a lot for a tutorial or a video detailing that aspect but found none. So this frock is literally a result of lots of trials, errors and discoveries from my end. I would love to add a red satin belt at the waist or a black satin ribbon at the bottom of the umbrella skirt. Let&#39;s see when I get to doing that :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, fit wise it turned out to be just the right fit for N. Which actually means that she may outgrow it soon! So I really hope she wears it a few times before I have to retire it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linking this to Patty&#39;s weekly party &lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekly-story-wk-52.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Lemme know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4P4Gmekty9E/TkfjgCcxsbI/AAAAAAAAIT4/K1dzcmo9GQY/s1600/final%2Bnow.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Updated to Add: &lt;/b&gt;Thanks to one of my friends, I also learnt a new trick to alter the length of pants using the free arm feature of my sewing machine. It is super obvious to the pros but was a duh moment for me :-) So obviously I got &quot;trigger happy&quot; and amidst the frock project, quickly altered&lt;i&gt; (read:chopped off)&lt;/i&gt; one of my office trousers to turn them into capris! Now I can wear them more often in a totally different style! 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The class was for learning 2 basic garments - skirt-top and salwar-suit. It helped tremendously to get the basics right and steer me towards the right direction in terms of exploring the rest on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised in my previous &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-hobby.html&quot;&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, here is a small list of my initial projects (in chronological order) in the sewing world along with some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Top for lil N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Patternless free flowing skirt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Re-purposed hubby&#39;s pants to make shorts for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Altered one of my nighties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Basic Salwar suit (kurta and salwar both)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sleeveless kurta with a fancy neck (using paper canvas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Patchwork Purse for lil N (made out of leftover fabric)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Another kurta for my sil (similar to what I made in # 6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Completed a half finished night gown for mil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Assisted friends in altering the length and slits of their kurtas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOqLxjmTBoNSj31mhkW7TeMyZ08zUfMKzy76xvAwZ7hqd9Mhc4dlCYNP9BPSJcPL3IdXhyphenhyphen-J7nnsD-CeOc4uXN5TR9xwtrcIaMv5Sx6ZPiWCNabwdXl1Mje0nSHq0fLUFPhsAaeBFdPdT/s1600/P1020672.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOqLxjmTBoNSj31mhkW7TeMyZ08zUfMKzy76xvAwZ7hqd9Mhc4dlCYNP9BPSJcPL3IdXhyphenhyphen-J7nnsD-CeOc4uXN5TR9xwtrcIaMv5Sx6ZPiWCNabwdXl1Mje0nSHq0fLUFPhsAaeBFdPdT/s320/P1020672.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656624202853549298&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Top for lil N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgedkvtymnN6XSdNfWW6OM9ruw6agboTFph_SXgwMUPhFAQ3GLwpLa2lyEhBjeAiAznesOrexTROT4NnMrOTh7_jNMkBG4o9Ti8BL-LmDse3CAEc6xhmqyPxEJWuv1sE1uOVKg67P4YvybP/s1600/P1020887.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgedkvtymnN6XSdNfWW6OM9ruw6agboTFph_SXgwMUPhFAQ3GLwpLa2lyEhBjeAiAznesOrexTROT4NnMrOTh7_jNMkBG4o9Ti8BL-LmDse3CAEc6xhmqyPxEJWuv1sE1uOVKg67P4YvybP/s320/P1020887.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656624666814391058&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Skirt for myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldkDDiSYqWIFIoxsKYoMNqPAkX1_ss_IuwQ4MGqbhW2ScNTdmuX42PHOEBxRT_kV_KYCzciVJ9_EcsakdugtkOMLOkLW2HkIH9_0yhiQB_-DYSrN63Au8o4u8YKrTdZDBIUZuHssDkBPV/s1600/P1020897.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldkDDiSYqWIFIoxsKYoMNqPAkX1_ss_IuwQ4MGqbhW2ScNTdmuX42PHOEBxRT_kV_KYCzciVJ9_EcsakdugtkOMLOkLW2HkIH9_0yhiQB_-DYSrN63Au8o4u8YKrTdZDBIUZuHssDkBPV/s320/P1020897.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656624981449562114&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Re-purposed hubby&#39;s pants as shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB09pIFtxGs32tEf97JgdSoTcFdtIu8NEyNW0ty-KFNCJeYI7wOhatMQeFjDhYw3s1-t8Lwx2Nx2Q0oIIamDMc1VosRkNbXvbjYDO7ZQy4Ry6yX-uuaWrfmtBQVIpqC77VA8gTR14oMW1t/s1600/P1020894.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB09pIFtxGs32tEf97JgdSoTcFdtIu8NEyNW0ty-KFNCJeYI7wOhatMQeFjDhYw3s1-t8Lwx2Nx2Q0oIIamDMc1VosRkNbXvbjYDO7ZQy4Ry6yX-uuaWrfmtBQVIpqC77VA8gTR14oMW1t/s320/P1020894.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656626525585793234&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Here is the kurta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf49Y3UbRG0eqpOYqNCqIleJzxbRjT3DT4Ged3yPOMaRrFichld2ID7g09bIEoYp9oFiof29a91XLX4jnmb-J69vnZaHStTaV0qPPEvUuHu40tY8wYMty5n65uQLqdXqSp0TnaT0HnwHL/s1600/P1020891.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf49Y3UbRG0eqpOYqNCqIleJzxbRjT3DT4Ged3yPOMaRrFichld2ID7g09bIEoYp9oFiof29a91XLX4jnmb-J69vnZaHStTaV0qPPEvUuHu40tY8wYMty5n65uQLqdXqSp0TnaT0HnwHL/s320/P1020891.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656626974699839906&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Here is the salwar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwrCjL2RhYMSLAQ3xZPhCAbhZ5kZCDOdLvClKnAY3563SK3j2fcK4R_ipWmsbuXOD4XECMzQKm7li-tEIqHy9enqMdZ0NkThZoNEOrX1qfs2k53DbeXIZ2IhxXzNBVFCY1GO9mth4q_aS/s1600/P1020893.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwrCjL2RhYMSLAQ3xZPhCAbhZ5kZCDOdLvClKnAY3563SK3j2fcK4R_ipWmsbuXOD4XECMzQKm7li-tEIqHy9enqMdZ0NkThZoNEOrX1qfs2k53DbeXIZ2IhxXzNBVFCY1GO9mth4q_aS/s320/P1020893.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656627591502052578&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And here is the entire outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvZnwN3zSAsiuHSEl9-cStYOgVgsO0Yj0Jk-heelSPqsrdo_NRp-gszdDahVLtnjtFTHX3_izAcekrAkzqJtRdxx7GoAyLCcJfiY3loqWEapJFKYwVpjO_8BS6NVSIn17Pq5bGp79LkdY/s1600/P1020888.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvZnwN3zSAsiuHSEl9-cStYOgVgsO0Yj0Jk-heelSPqsrdo_NRp-gszdDahVLtnjtFTHX3_izAcekrAkzqJtRdxx7GoAyLCcJfiY3loqWEapJFKYwVpjO_8BS6NVSIn17Pq5bGp79LkdY/s320/P1020888.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656628810060531746&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My second kurta (sleeveless and a little more advanced neck pattern)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuWnycfS5G8fl5ObHbr9-5ZB5I1sjlYMkCmLYa2xnsHdoNl0jakcjRuNjjanb87fiLG0CwM6fV1iPhUY5fG-kFV_-cL1lZP4L85Zt3k7CAW_OhTEswSFjIKK9M-5VJtirNnmQFrErekqQ/s1600/2011-08-20+13.27.02_2.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuWnycfS5G8fl5ObHbr9-5ZB5I1sjlYMkCmLYa2xnsHdoNl0jakcjRuNjjanb87fiLG0CwM6fV1iPhUY5fG-kFV_-cL1lZP4L85Zt3k7CAW_OhTEswSFjIKK9M-5VJtirNnmQFrErekqQ/s320/2011-08-20+13.27.02_2.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656629579183404018&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A better view of the neckline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9s6_1lihets4svYLFPQLahJm0Cd4pCjgjMyoPZTidj1L0dmHq6yPcjuld1Q06Bc6gwxCqYNSgJgTMOQhUPA0v8lE_Jm2chPSNqkXNs8db4znt3N6yqn54XSulbCN2PrTmdCFtYfDsyNG/s1600/2011-08-20+13.28.13.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9s6_1lihets4svYLFPQLahJm0Cd4pCjgjMyoPZTidj1L0dmHq6yPcjuld1Q06Bc6gwxCqYNSgJgTMOQhUPA0v8lE_Jm2chPSNqkXNs8db4znt3N6yqn54XSulbCN2PrTmdCFtYfDsyNG/s320/2011-08-20+13.28.13.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656713448258840226&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Me modeling the second kurta with the first salwar :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l-8XpZYd6vt9Kndht57Ptc_fMlbG5aQadi2x_6AmI_utpIeQKwyPYVLZyoCpBvLl7zIy3Fa1z5lG-s-2o4rPV-BDT6o-79AXRnoGeoNWIekjDXMwy6ol9wEtLv9rj3hQchZqxy8L7u3P/s1600/P1020901.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l-8XpZYd6vt9Kndht57Ptc_fMlbG5aQadi2x_6AmI_utpIeQKwyPYVLZyoCpBvLl7zIy3Fa1z5lG-s-2o4rPV-BDT6o-79AXRnoGeoNWIekjDXMwy6ol9wEtLv9rj3hQchZqxy8L7u3P/s320/P1020901.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656994213680384034&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A small purse for lil N &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Lately now, I have been working on a new frock for lil N with left over fabric. Linking this to &lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Patty&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; &#39;Weekly Story&#39; &lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekly-story-wk-50.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! So whaddaya think so far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://coloursdekor.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4P4Gmekty9E/TkfjgCcxsbI/AAAAAAAAIT4/K1dzcmo9GQY/s1600/final%2Bnow.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1216188426349221474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/1216188426349221474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1216188426349221474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1216188426349221474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-world-of-sewing.html' title='My world of sewing'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOqLxjmTBoNSj31mhkW7TeMyZ08zUfMKzy76xvAwZ7hqd9Mhc4dlCYNP9BPSJcPL3IdXhyphenhyphen-J7nnsD-CeOc4uXN5TR9xwtrcIaMv5Sx6ZPiWCNabwdXl1Mje0nSHq0fLUFPhsAaeBFdPdT/s72-c/P1020672.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-6342893483711993535</id><published>2011-07-12T15:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-14T10:33:19.516+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hobby"/><title type='text'>A New Hobby</title><content type='html'>So I have a new-found hobby lately. Well, its not so new I&#39;d say...it has been on my mind for a long time but just haven&#39;t had a chance to get around to doing anything about it. Having a daughter makes you want to learn it even more. Any guesses what I&#39;m talking about? Well...I won&#39;t make this any more dramatic. Here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am talking about...Sewing!!! I mean I always knew how to operate the sewing machine to do a basic straight stitch and stuff since I have grown up seeing my mom sew clothes and such for us kids. But more than machine operation, I wanted to learn how to measure, draft, cut and stitch a piece of cloth to turn it into a pretty frock or a lovely skirt or a ghaghra choli for my little princess. I was always looking for a good tailoring institute or even some one willing to teach basics from their home. But did not find anything until a few months ago when I learnt that there is an institute very close to our home with the entire setup and what not at a very nominal cost. This was like a great find coz what I always got was something far away from home or work which made it impossible to go on a daily basis. This institute taught all the classes I was looking for but the only catch was their timings - they were Monday to Friday from 10am to 1pm. So obviously I couldn&#39;t enroll since those coincided with some of my office timings of 11am to 8pm. But then one of my co-workers (we&#39;ll call her V) inspired me. She said if I really like doing something, I should find a way to do it. One way could be to enroll in this class and go whenever I can...so don&#39;t push yourself to go every day but if you can go to work late once a week or so, you could go to the class in the morning for an hour or two and then to work...even once a week is better than not going at all. She has done the same for her passion to play piano. Taking inspiration from her, I took the plunge in May. I joined and went sporadically once in a while and kept wondering how to continue working at it from home... until finally I made up my mind to invest in a sewing machine myself. So by the end of June I had completed my first project - a top for my lil N. When I saw her joy in wearing it and flaunting it around, it was just priceless. That is when I decided that I was ready to finally own a sewing machine. I mean my mom always had it and so did my mom-in-law. If nothing else, it will be very handy for mending, repairing and re-purposing clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ofcourse by then I had also done my research on sewing machine makes, models, features, etc. and made up my mind on which one to buy. That is how my friends, on June 29 2011, I finally became a proud owner of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.singerindia.net/Product.aspx?id=4&quot;&gt;Singer Fashion Maker 8280&lt;/a&gt;! Oh man and how I loved it since the day it arrived home. Sewing on this machine versus the pedaling one I was learning on, was such a day and night difference! This was far far easier to handle and work on tricky areas whereas with pedaling I am always scared of turning it the other way and stopping it in a hurry when the area to sew is a tiny one. Even things like threading a bobbin were a breeze on this as compared to the pedaling machines where I haven&#39;t yet mastered the technique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dying to upload pictures of the sewing projects I have done so far but just so that I do not forget, I will list them out for now and come back later with pics. So the first one was a cute little top for lil N (a simple black top with white polka dots on it). The second was a pair of shorts I created for dear hubby out of one of his old pants. And then I altered one of my nighties to make it more comfortable to wear. The next was a skirt that I learnt from scratch at the institute. Now I am working on learning how to make a salwar suit. Can&#39;t wait to buy a nice fabric and start working on it asap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole sewing-bug-phase made me reflect at how at different phases in life, there have always been one hobby or the other that has drawn my interest. So much so that I do not hesitate to make time to learn on my own but also go out of my way to find and attend classes to learn it well. I think it keeps me inspired and gives me a reason to smile other than the daily routine of work and home. I think I took this from my mom who always encouraged me to learn various things at home whether it was embroidery, fabric painting, knitting, sewing, anything. She even sent me to hobby classes every summer vacation to pick up things such as nib painting, tie and die, etc. I loved it and I so thank my mom for instilling that creativity bug in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to list my most recent passions, I would say there was a time when I was single and dating my current hubby when I was sooooo into Scrapbooking. I mean I was so into it that I knew everything about acid free papers, embellishments, albums, journalling styles, etc.  and have scrapbooked every single memory of our courtship days. Until the time I got married and busy with our new life together. So I still carry all my scrapbooking supplies, tools and clippings that I so want to put together some day when I have the time. Then came various other passions such as making greeting cards, planning theme based birthday parties, etc. but I realize it was mainly because I had sooo much scrapbooking material that I had to find a way to use it somehow. Somewhere in between I also kept doing hand embroidery and made things such as pillow covers, aprons, etc. Now it is the sewing bug that has hit me and god only knows what will be next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be excellent in each hobby I take up but I love doing it and it inspires me to do more and more. I keep telling my hubby that my dream is to open and run a hobby store one day (maybe once I retire from a corporate job lifestyle) and pass on this love to sooo many others like me out there who just need an inspirational place to let their creative juices run! Ah...for the love of hobbies...and dreams... :-)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6342893483711993535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/6342893483711993535' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/6342893483711993535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/6342893483711993535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-hobby.html' title='A New Hobby'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-1514990302755091098</id><published>2011-06-23T14:23:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:01:55.399+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tag"/><title type='text'>Lessons from Mommyhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtUQNgNnOHzgc8CZLoefvWo-26r793k7yeF5O5qD3UiNQQ78bnkpTpcf1OdwRN1sfdMCyuAZpnKalw6JqmfStMc5RwsHEKySlSzw9ecsSFo2Siket-4GNgV8gEf8XlBu8oWqIKFwx-TiV/s1600/momnkid.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 228px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtUQNgNnOHzgc8CZLoefvWo-26r793k7yeF5O5qD3UiNQQ78bnkpTpcf1OdwRN1sfdMCyuAZpnKalw6JqmfStMc5RwsHEKySlSzw9ecsSFo2Siket-4GNgV8gEf8XlBu8oWqIKFwx-TiV/s320/momnkid.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621346321063372722&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me forever to pen these thoughts down but believe me, once you are a mommy, you never stop marveling at how much you&#39;ve changed since you&#39;ve had a baby.  Life teaches you something new almost every day and sometimes it is so overwhelming that you almost forget what you were before this tiny creature entered your lives and changed it completely (for the better I&#39;d say). So taking up this tag was not easy since it made me think and write and actually limit the lessons down to a few key bullet points amongst the innumerable ones motherhood teaches you in its journey. But thanks to &lt;a href=&quot;http://hellomommyhood.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Manasi&lt;/a&gt; who &lt;a href=&quot;http://hellomommyhood.blogspot.com/2011/06/shes-good-teacher-mommyhood-is.html&quot;&gt;tagged&lt;/a&gt; me on this, I&#39;ll still make an attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that has stuck with me over the years is something a co-worker told me when I was in my last trimester. I just met him near the elevators (infact I still remember very clearly which part of the building and the exact spot where I was while these words were being shared with me) and he saw how I am almost there and congratulated me once more for expecting. And he said &quot;&lt;i&gt;This is such a life changing event. Infact let me tell you that after the baby you will not even remember how your life was before you had her. &lt;/i&gt;&quot; Such simple yet true to the core words! I still think of him when I reflect on our lives at times or see a new mommy-to-be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another lesson I have learnt and never forget to impart to mommies-to-be is this. Please enjoy all your sleep before you have a baby. More importantly, enjoy the lifestyle which lets you sleep in to late hours during the mornings. Coz once you become a mommy, you will not have that luxury anymore. I know they say sleep is precious but for me, it is the early morning sleep that is the most precious. Coz I am just NOT a morning person. But once you are a mommy, you have no choice but to be one or atleast force yourself to not just get up early but even function like a clock early in the morning. I mean even weekends, when you think there is no rush in life, the baby decides to be wide awake, chirpy and playful early in the mornings!!! Whew! I get tired just thinking about mornings :-) But its not all bad you see. Mommyhood wants you to be up that early so that you can enjoy the baby a little more before the mad rush of routine starts. Or so that you can enjoy a few minutes by yourself before motherhood calls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is my new virtue. People who know me since my childhood marvel at the amount of patience I have grown since having lil N. Including my own brother! Especially at the age when your babies turn into toddlers and are discovering life on their own and have millions of questions every single minute. It is sometimes hard not to lose patience and to tell them to go do their own thing. Believe me, most times I make an effort to answer her questions to the best of my ability and in a language she can understand. Coz I strongly believe, if we curb this curiosity, the kids will either lose all interest in discovering and questioning ways of this life or worse still, will go find ways to get their answers from sources we may not like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew that I worked very well under pressure and that I can be a superwoman, multitasker queen when I need to. So I will not elaborate on that here and infact will just say that mommyhood has honed that skill of mine to perfection. I am sure this applies to most mommies in life :-) What I did learn is that now, as a mommy, I will keep worrying about almost everything. Infact I remember when I was talking about something I was worried about regarding my pregnancy to my boss at the time, she had said &quot;&lt;i&gt;Welcome to motherhood dear - you&#39;ll always worry about something or the other for the next 18 years until your child leaves your home...or even after that&lt;/i&gt;&quot;. Now I know what my mom must have gone through every time I wanted to do something reckless or even as simple as go on a school trip out of town. I used to tease her then but now I can sooooo relate to every emotion that must&#39;ve gone through her heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another lesson I learnt - that my husband is truly my rock in life. And that with him, I can face every challenge thrown my way. I am so glad that after all the childhood and teenage crushes, I finally found, loved and married a man who is just perfect for me.  He and this event called motherhood taught me that come what may, if life throws a challenge at you, it also gives you the strength to endure and come out of it with flying colors. Or in other words, if God brought you to it, he will take you through it. You know how I know this? When lil N was born, we used to live in the US. And due to many reasons best left aside in this post, both our sets of parents could not come be with us when our baby was born. So we had to figure out how to raise this little bundle of joy all on our own. Not one single extra hand to help. Not even a maid. (We had hired a nanny once I was back home from the hospital but she turned out so devastating that we had to fire her within a week or so). That was the time my hubby and I bathed, fed, changed, rocked the newborn to sleep, took shifts at night all on our own 24 hours a day with no prior experience or help. Our love grew stronger than ever during that time and still makes me believe that come what may in life, if I have my husband by my side, I will be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During that same time, I also learned that when you are far away from home and your own families, your close friends become your extended family. So while we were learning how to be a mother and father to our little one when she arrived, our friends did the most amazing thing. They all got together (virtually over email) and created an Excel spreadsheet listing out who will take turns to deliver food (lunch and dinner) to our place every single day until we find a new nanny. And these were people who had kids and full time jobs of their own to worry about. I will never forget how our doorbell rang every morning with one of our friends coming by to check in on us and drop our lunch on their way to work. Some of them even had their mothers visiting them in the US and sent nutritious laddus, drinks, etc. that are given to new mothers in their own families. God bless them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is soooo much more and like I said, each day teaches you something in this new life as a mommy. But it is not easy to write it all down. I can keep going and going but I think I&#39;ll stop now and pause to think who else can I tag. I am pretty sure most people I know have taken this tag up already but I&#39;d still love to hear from &lt;a href=&quot;http://simzcorner.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Simran&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://redcilantro.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;HVP&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://choxbox2.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Choxbox&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://mindfull-meanderings.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Shruti&lt;/a&gt; and any other mommy who&#39;d like to take it up. Take it away ladies!&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1514990302755091098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/1514990302755091098' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1514990302755091098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1514990302755091098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/06/lessons-from-mommyhood.html' title='Lessons from Mommyhood'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtUQNgNnOHzgc8CZLoefvWo-26r793k7yeF5O5qD3UiNQQ78bnkpTpcf1OdwRN1sfdMCyuAZpnKalw6JqmfStMc5RwsHEKySlSzw9ecsSFo2Siket-4GNgV8gEf8XlBu8oWqIKFwx-TiV/s72-c/momnkid.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-623862744230492967</id><published>2011-06-18T16:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:45:38.898+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general"/><title type='text'>I missed you</title><content type='html'>Hi Mommy Bloggers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been away from the blogging world (both physically and mentally) for a while now...or so it seems. May have been just a few weeks or so (or maybe the entire summer) but feels like ages. So much so that when I came back today to visit my blog, I almost forgot my blogger password! Strange na? Lots has been going on in life which did not leave much time to visit this space and so the drive to come back and write about it kept fading away which led to a circle of sorts...no time to write....no time to read...so no interest in visiting the blog to catch up from where I left off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyways, today I had a few minutes to myself while dear hubby and kiddo took a nap so thought lemme just catch up. And I found that I quite liked it after all this while too :-) Came back to read such interesting stuff going on in some of your lives...such as a &lt;a href=&quot;http://hellomommyhood.blogspot.com/2011/06/coming-soon.html&quot;&gt;new book by Manasi&lt;/a&gt; and all the &lt;a href=&quot;http://chipsnchutzpah.wordpress.com/2011/06/17/what-have-i-been-doing-this-summer/&quot;&gt;fun stuff Simran has been upto&lt;/a&gt;...and a &lt;a href=&quot;http://hellomommyhood.blogspot.com/2011/06/shes-good-teacher-mommyhood-is.html&quot;&gt;tag from Manasi&lt;/a&gt; which I will take up soon and oh soooo much more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for keeping the mommy bloggers world alive ladies...and thanks for making me feel welcome to come back to it anytime. Will continue our journey together as and when time (and emotions) permit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/623862744230492967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/623862744230492967' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/623862744230492967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/623862744230492967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-missed-you.html' title='I missed you'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-8829498931973790211</id><published>2011-04-15T12:14:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:30:59.439+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones"/><title type='text'>Where is my baby?</title><content type='html'>You know your tiny precious little baby has grown up into a big girl when:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You suddenly realize that you have your living room back! I mean for the first 3.5 years, it was not a living room but more of a playschool - full of baby equipment like a rocker, swing, activity gym, rattles, high chair and the list goes on. Yesterday when I was cleaning up her toys in our guest bedroom (which doubles up as N&#39;s playroom), I suddenly realized how all her stuff has moved from the drawing room into this bedroom. And now this is her haven...a place where she spends a lot of time in...drawing &amp;amp; coloring on her new table &amp;amp; chair, doing puzzles, playing with her friends, etc. Suddenly we don&#39;t receive comments from single friends who visited us saying your home looks more like a playschool :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her toys graduate from being dumped into one big laundry basket in the corner of a room to being organized into cupboards or shelves or cubbies so she can pick and choose what she wants to play at a given time and can keep it organized once done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You see your little one able to rock her body weight back and forth expertly and swing herself so high so easily. Suddenly she no longer needs you to push her back and forth yelling &quot;&lt;i&gt;higher mommy...higher!!!&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your little one can actually tell you what she wants to eat and what she doesn&#39;t. Unlike just a few months ago when just getting stuff into her system was an accomplishment...didn&#39;t matter what you were stuffing her with :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your little one is not just asking silly questions but actually stuff that makes you stop and think. And not once or twice...every single minute...every single hour of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; When you see her mothering her soft toys telling them not to worry coz her &lt;i&gt;mommy&lt;/i&gt; is here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you notice that she actually has a very sharp sense of time. For example, you pick her up from day care a little early one day and she says &quot;why did you come jaldi today&quot; or when you are running late for her pickup and find her waiting on her mat at school instead of playing in the park. It is so eerie to see how&lt;i&gt; they just know&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you see her trying to write alphabets and numbers on her DoodlePro instead of her usual drawing or random doodling. And this after NO effort whatsoever from our end. Infact we chose to send her to a Montessori and not a traditional school where they emphasize on holistic learning rather than just reading or writing at such a young age.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you see that she can actually keep herself busy for hours now engaged in some activity or the other at home rather than her calling us to play with her ALL the time until just a month ago. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure this list can keep growing as I find myself marveling at every new little thing each day. It is just so emotional to see the transformation which seems like it happened overnight. Not sure if it is because she has now graduated from being taken care by a maid to going to a daycare setup or it is just her age to grow into such things but things are changing fast now and thankfully for the better. Knock on wood. Kala Tikka. Love you my baby. Can&#39;t believe you will be 4 in a few months already!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8829498931973790211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/8829498931973790211' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/8829498931973790211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/8829498931973790211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-is-my-baby.html' title='Where is my baby?'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-3947778096396821799</id><published>2011-04-08T11:53:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:23:04.022+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal"/><title type='text'>Inspiration Block</title><content type='html'>Help ladies!!! I seem to be stuck in an &#39;&lt;i&gt;inspiration block&lt;/i&gt;&#39;. You know how you can&#39;t figure out what to write next when you have a writer&#39;s block?  Well, for me these days, each day seems to be like an &lt;i&gt;inspiration block&lt;/i&gt;. Almost like I can&#39;t figure out what to do with my time all day. I mean I want to tidy up my home or redecorate or do a fun craft activity with my child or just cook something new. But just don&#39;t seem to muster up the enthusiasm to do anything!!! Why??? This sucks! I am not sure when this will pass or what it will take to make this pass...so thought I&#39;d ask you ladies for suggestions. Do you feel this way at times? How do you snap out of it? Even at work, I do what I need to do but almost subconsciously...not wholeheartedly. Each evening when I come home, I hate to think of getting into meetings again within an hour...I used to do it all so well until a few weeks ago...these days I just feel shitty about everything :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY thing that I have started engaging in these days is this new sitcom Modern Family, after reading about it at Simran&#39;s blog &lt;a href=&quot;http://simzcorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/modern-family.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks Simran for that one new thing I look out for during the day...I had almost given up on TV after moving to India since I was soooo hooked to all the sitcoms in the US but had failed to find anything interesting here. I know they telecast replays but those are seasons I may have already seen or some shows I loved are not even telecast in India. So this is like a breath of fresh air. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other tips, ideas, suggestions guys? I thought of finally acting on something I always wanted to learn - sewing. I even called the classes yesterday and told them I am coming today to enroll. But then not sure what made me fizzle out this morning :( That&#39;s another reason you may see a new look to my blog...these new colors kind of made me feel good and I hope to get inspired by them too. Every little bit counts you see :-)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edited to Add:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It has been several hours since I typed this post. Since then, I have taken a short afternoon nap (since I was working from home today), gone to the parlor to get my legs waxed, have planned on taking lil N to the swimming pool tomorrow, had a good nice talk to the hubby about this and generally feel a whole lot better already. Almost like I have finally snapped out of it. Thank God!!! And &lt;a href=&quot;http://simzcorner.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Simran&lt;/a&gt;, a sincere thanks to you as well for writing some uplifting words almost right away. I think finally writing about my emotions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; and knowing there are others like me out there helped me get out of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3947778096396821799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/3947778096396821799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/3947778096396821799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/3947778096396821799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspiration-block.html' title='Inspiration Block'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-1165517908056459054</id><published>2011-03-24T14:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:25:09.450+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="india"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="US"/><title type='text'>Of Graduation Days and Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So during the week of &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-international-womens-day.html&quot;&gt;organizing International Women&#39;s Day event&lt;/a&gt; and taking ownership to lead the Women&#39;s Diversity Group at work, there was yet another day when I was doing some kind of hosting, addressing the crowd and generally glowing in 2 two seconds of fame :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You remember I wrote about &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-at-school.html&quot;&gt;N&#39;s first school&lt;/a&gt; in life a while ago and how I loved it? Infact I think I wrote several posts on her at that school (check &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-progress-report.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/graduation-day-at-school.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Well, they called me to *&lt;i&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/i&gt;* be the chief guest at their graduation and annual day this year. I was shocked to say the least since this has never ever happenned to me before. I mean chief guest!!? Really? Am I that old or distinguished enough? Or am I famous or well connected enough? They surely have mistaken me for someone else I thought. Or maybe they couldn&#39;t rope in anyone on their A list and so I was their fall back option. So I tried telling them they should get a more influential person and what not but they wouldn&#39;t budge. They wanted it to be a parent, someone who knows the school more closely and thought I would be best since I had always supported them over the last couple of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there I was! Supposed to come up with a speech, address the crowd, watch the cute little babies perform on stage and hand over graduation certificates to the cute little ones. I was touched. Ofcourse I wanted to do it. So I thought and thought about what I could tell these parents, grandparents and relatives who will be attending that day and most of whom I was sure would be older and wiser than me. Did some research online...just looking for graduation day ideas and came across this beautiful song that inspired me to pen all my thoughts down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/UUKbxbmpcwU&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that THIS was going to be my key message. I took inspiration from Sheryl Sandberg&#39;s video that I posted &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-international-womens-day.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; since I was to give a talk without looking at any powerpoint slides out here. There would be no fancy conference room or a laptop going through my slide deck or anything. So I had to say what I had to say as if coming to me naturally and fill it with real life incidents. And I thought Sandberg did a great job at that in the video. Not easy for me to do this after spending years and years in the corporate world doing presentations with the aid of slides, notes or powerpoint decks. Kinda reminded me of school days when we would &quot;by-heart&quot; our poems or speeches and have to narrate :-) What would life be without technology....sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I digress. So I wrote and wrote till I poured my heart out on paper (well...electronic paper I must say) and decided that I&#39;d end my talk with this above mentioned song. I&#39;d let them listen to how beautifully it describes what I was trying to say and let their eyes moisten up too like mine did when I first heard it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then there came another contestant. A song that I have always, always loved and has never failed to make me teary eyed. A song that is sooooooo appropriate for a parent to sing for his/her child....that talks about our aspirations, hopes and prayers for our children. A song I have always wanted to sing for my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/RV-Z1YwaOiw&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...not just the words but the picturization is also sooooo touching. Tough choice I tell you. I played both these songs for my little N over the week, slept on it, tried to reach a decision on which one I should tailor my talk towards and which one should be the conclusion of my talk. Finally after a lot of listening to these over and over again....on my laptop...on my ipod...in my sleep even...I decided I&#39;d stick with the former...the song that started it all. After all that was the song that got me started on my writing and helped me put together a very nice message for the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that&#39;s what I did on the morning of March 12. I got up bright and early, got ready, kissed my lovely daughter and hubby goodbye (they had plans to spend a nice lazy, cozy Saturday morning at home) and took the ipod and ipod dock to &lt;a href=&quot;http://zeeksha.com/school/kinder-kare-koramangala-bangalore&quot;&gt;Kinder Kare Playschool&lt;/a&gt; and immersed myself in the children. I had such a good time watching them perform without the anxiety of waiting for my little one to come on stage and worrying whether she would look at me and cry or dance! I was amazed to see that not a single one cried this year unlike last year when my lil N was doing the performance on that same stage but burst into tears when she was being handed over the graduation certificate. Too emotional I tell ya! They then welcomed me, said some really nice words about me and a small girl maybe 3.5 years old welcomed me with a lovely bouquet. It was such a pleasure spending the morning with them very unlike how I spent my own daughter&#39;s graduation day this year at the other Montessori she is going to. That was a nail biting, tear wiping, stressful event and is probably matter for another post in itself. After spending months practicing her dances at school, the little child was in tears when she was finally put on the stage on their Annual Day. And I don&#39;t really blame her coz the kids were taken to a totally different venue, a brand new place and room, a brand new stage where they have never been before and asked to perform. With NO prior mental preparation whatsoever. How would you expect a 3 or 4 year old to do something as humongous without any mental preparation whatsoever? This same child of mine performed much better last year when she was at here at Kinder Kare though she was 1 whole year younger! It is all about preparing and conditioning these little ones I say. Anyways, many other small things that could have been paid more attention to. But that was just Annual Day. There are other good things that this Montessori is doing very well which is why I am happy she is going there for another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this one incident of me going back to her previous school made me think how much I miss staying connected with her school. If I were in the US, I swear I would be so much more involved with her school. It is so normal and kind of expected for parents to stay involved in running the co-operative schools there in the US. I mean everything including volunteering to coach football (or any other sport) or leading a committee to organize other co-curricular activities, etc. Whereas in India, in most schools, parent involvement is neither offered nor encouraged. Pretty sad isn&#39;t it? What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1165517908056459054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/1165517908056459054' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1165517908056459054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1165517908056459054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/03/of-graduation-days-and-emotions.html' title='Of Graduation Days and Emotions'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/UUKbxbmpcwU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-1709778745986438551</id><published>2011-03-08T20:18:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:18:58.292+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general"/><title type='text'>Happy International Women&#39;s Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the privilege of organizing the Women&#39;s Day celebrations at my company this year and as part of the various sessions I helped facilitate during this event today, I wanted to share one that I really really liked. It is a talk held by Sheryl Sandberg who is the COO of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/&quot;&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. She talks about why there are very few women leaders in the world today and delivers 3 key messages that I am sure most of us women who are or have been in the corporate world can relate to. You can see her talk &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ted.com/talks/sheryl_sandberg_why_we_have_too_few_women_leaders.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If clicking on my link does not work, you can point your browser to go to&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; &quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ted.com/talks/sheryl_sandberg_why_we_have_too_few_women_leaders.html&quot;&gt;http://www.ted.com/talks/sheryl_sandberg_why_we_have_too_few_women_leaders.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way when I was approached to lead the Women&#39;s Day event at work this year, I wasn&#39;t sure I believed in the cause or the day in itself. Coz the fact that we have a special day for women itself highlights the fact that we consider ourselves second citizens in need for special attention. But then a colleague shared his perspective which started to make sense in my mind. He said that when we work with a team of mixed genders, we do not necessarily think differently when talking to a woman or a man. Neither do women in today&#39;s corporate world think I am a woman so this is how I work and this is how it is different from a man&#39;s way of working. Nope. The only reason we may encourage forming a diversity group for women is because women in general have a unique set of challenges (that may be due to several reasons or factors such as society, upbringing, family, etc.) which they need to overcome if they want to stay ahead in the corporate world. That is why such diversity groups or earmarked days are beneficial so that they can relate to each other and use it like a support group to help each other overcome these challenges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Do check out Sheryl&#39;s video and let me know what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1709778745986438551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/1709778745986438551' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1709778745986438551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1709778745986438551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-international-womens-day.html' title='Happy International Women&#39;s Day!'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-1202667288299177697</id><published>2011-02-18T15:15:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:47:07.424+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bangalore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bay Area"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="R2I"/><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today marks the completion of one year of service with my current employer here in India. Today, incidentally, is also my parent&#39;s 35th wedding anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year....seems to be such a looooong time and yet sometimes feels like it flew by. And although working in the corporate world is not new to me since that is all I have been doing the past 12+ years (ever since I graduated), this one year is much more different and unique in my mind. Coz this is the year I worked with a new personal title &quot;&lt;i&gt;working mom&lt;/i&gt;&quot;. And that too not in a country such as the US where most moms end up going back to work any way because they have excellent day care facilities and better work-life balance in general. But in a country like India where going back to work is much more difficult (in my mind) if you are like me who does not have a support system like parents or in-laws or an army of maids around you. Ofcourse I went back to work 3 months after my baby was born but I was in the US then and that&#39;s what everyone did. Most new moms there either found a daycare or a good nanny and didn&#39;t even consider staying at home as a viable option. Atleast not amongst the people I knew. And atleast not in the mindset I was in where career and ambition was foremost in our minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But things changed when we R2Ied. This was when my daughter turned exactly a year old (&lt;i&gt;notice how we&#39;ve been taking significant steps every one year or so?&lt;/i&gt;). Our move back to India kind of forced me to step back and really think....take some time out to get adjusted...help get settled...spend time with my little one and evaluate my priorities overall. And I did take almost a year to make the decision to go back to work. I remember how I was still struggling with the prospect of leaving my daughter in the hands of a maid around this time last year when this job came my way. I was not even actively looking but this very professional staffing manager was pursuing me for the current job. I remember not even entertaining his calls the first few times but finding how persistent he was piqued my interest. And I thought why not give it a shot...for this role was something close to my heart anyway. And it sounded exiting since it meant starting a whole new function in India from scratch. I was very sure I could excel in this role but equally unsure about how I would manage the child-care front here in this new city without any reliable maids as of yet or any good daycare option too. So that&#39;s how I started last year...very unsure of every step I took...constantly double guessing my decision...going on mommy guilt trips every single day for the first 5-6 months of working...hating the unreliability of maids in India or the availability of good day care centers nearby...in general really struggling to find a balance between home and work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until today where I can step back and marvel at how we made it through. A huuuuuuuge chunk of credit goes to my really supportive hubby who kept me going every time I faltered due to mommy guilt. And of-course also to my very very endearing, accommodating and loving little daughter who finally did understand that mommy has to go to work for her sanity and for her to be a happier person in life which in turn will help keep everyone at home happy as well :-) And I think a huge amount of credit also goes to the company I work for which is very different from many other companies in India that I have seen in terms of understanding the value of providing flexibility and good work-life-balance opportunities. I totally admire the culture they have fostered and would absolutely recommend such employers for all working moms out there.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1202667288299177697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/1202667288299177697' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1202667288299177697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1202667288299177697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-7043646511963262737</id><published>2011-02-11T11:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:14:40.268+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby care"/><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Just stopping by to post a quick update and say thanks to all the well wishers who left comments on my previous post &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/02/lot-of-mixed-emotions.html&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So given that it has been 4 weeks now since lil N started going to daycare, I am finally pleased to see that she has warmed up to her caretakers and other kids there and is happy going to school and daycare now. We had decided not to call it daycare just so that she does not compartmentalize things...we still call it school coz it is the same place she stays back at...just the teacher changes. So she went from not liking her daycare teacher to now actually saying that s&lt;i&gt;he likes her and her school teacher as well and her &#39;akkas&#39; there too. And that now she is a big girl and likes going to school.&lt;/i&gt; My heart swelled with pride when I heard that the first time and I sent a silent prayer to the Almighty for making her such a sweetheart and for giving me the strength to not give up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like &lt;a href=&quot;http://mamasaysso.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Rohini&lt;/a&gt; says...kids really are more resilient than what we give them credit for at times. Thank you god and touchwood...kala tikka...whatever it takes to keep this going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7043646511963262737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/7043646511963262737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/7043646511963262737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/7043646511963262737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-2675666468724926340</id><published>2011-02-02T11:30:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:33:09.390+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby care"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nanny"/><title type='text'>A Lot of Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A lot has been going on in our lives lately regarding the child-care arrangement front so haven&#39;t even had the time or mindset to jot down all the emotions. Just felt like penning down some thoughts today so that I can read them again when I am confronted with mixed emotions such as this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our full time live-in maid has disappeared after a long stint of 7 months at our home. She told us one fine Friday evening (on Jan 14 to be precise) that she is going to her &#39;gaaon&#39; (i.e. village) on Sunday. We actually stopped everything we were doing and even switched off the TV to give her full attention coz obviously we couldn&#39;t believe what we just thought we heard. We really thought this was one of her moods when she was a little homesick and wanted to go visit her mom. She often used to say that but more so jokingly and when asked if she was really serious, she used to say &#39;&lt;i&gt;no no - I will only go after a year or so and will make sure I give you enough notice so that N is not stranded without a &#39;didi&#39; suddenly&#39;&lt;/i&gt;. So when she actually said this that evening, I initially brushed it off until she said it again and that&#39;s when I switched off the TV with utter disbelief! But turns out, she had to go since her mom had called for whatever unexplained reason (some death in the family though we suspect the real story was totally different) and that she will be back in 10 days. So calls to the agency were maid, replacement was asked for but obviously none could be provided in one day and so with no time for us to react or think straight, we asked her to leave on Sat night itself since we had plans with friends for Sunday and were not going to be home but more than that, we wanted N to have one full day without her on Sunday so that it sinks in and she does not feel deserted all of a sudden on Monday when mommy and daddy will also not be around. So that was that. N cried and asked her to not go....I cried coz I still could not believe she was gone that fast and most of all I cried coz my heart went out to N...she loved her &#39;&lt;i&gt;didi&lt;/i&gt;&#39; so and had come to a good routine and stability with her sticking around more than any other previous nanny had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she left, I made a decision not to see N like that any more. We were not going to get any replacement nanny or didi for her after this and have her go through this heartache again when she left. This was not a permanent arrangement and I did not want N to pine for her &#39;&lt;i&gt;favorite didi&lt;/i&gt;&#39; time and time again. Believe me, she still asks for the didi who worked at our place before this one and still believes she will come back one day. So I decided that was it and we were just going to give day care a whole hearted shot this time. No more maids...no more dependency...no more bitterness or N&#39;s heartache when they leave at the drop of a hat...nothing. So come Monday, I spoke to her Montessori where she goes since they have a daycare that they just started this year. We packed her off to the Montessori as usual and I decided to pick her up at 2:30pm instead of the usual 1:00pm. She being a very gradual kind of a child, I did not have the heart to keep her at the daycare until 5pm from day 1. So we gradually stretched her day there a little by little at a time and finally after 2 weeks, we reached a point where she got picked up at 5. She did not eat lunch there for the first 2 days since she said she wanted mommy to feed her...once we tackled that...we took on the napping task. She did not nap there for 2 weeks but has finally been napping there for the last 2 days. Now next is the evening milk...she refuses to drink it there coz she wants mommy to feed it to her. We are doing really tiny baby steps...one thing at a time. I am a very soft hearted mommy that way. I cannot see my child even wince in sorrow...forget about cry. And the sad part is that I know she cries a little every day at 1pm when other mommies pick up their kids she does not get picked up any more. She was used to a routine where she and her best friend A would get dropped to school together every morning by her dad and A&#39;s mommy (our friend B) would pick her and A up every afternoon at 1 so they would enjoy coming home together. Now when A got up and left at 1, she had tears in her eyes for the first 2 weeks and I felt terrible inside for making her go through this. But gradually it has improved and there have been days when she has told me proudly that she did not cry at all in school. What I am observing these days is that even though she hates getting ready to go to school now (she cries almost every morning that she does not want to go), when I pick her up, she is a happy child. She tells me all that she did and is very glad when I reward her with a candy or something for being a good girl at school. I know in my heart of heart that this setup is the best for her but when she cries each morning that she does not want to go to school (she never did this earlier when her day ended at 1pm) or when she asks for her &#39;&lt;i&gt;didi&lt;/i&gt;&#39; at times my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces. I am torn between continuing to push her a little every day to get adjusted into this new routine versus picking up the phone and calling her &#39;&lt;i&gt;didi&lt;/i&gt;&#39; back to join us (incidently her &lt;i&gt;didi &lt;/i&gt;did call a few days ago and leave a message that she can come back if we wanted her to. But we were not happy with the way it was done...she called our friend B (A&#39;s mommy) to check on us and ask her to let us know. That was not very nice of her in my mind). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you other soft hearted mush mommies like me....please let me know what you&#39;d do if you were in my shoes? I know there are pros and cons for each setup and I am fully aware of what is best for my child. But what do you do when your child still lives in the belief that her favorite didi is coming back soon and that this is a temporary arrangement? What do you do when she cries in the morning and says she does not want to go to school when earlier she used to enjoy every minute of her ride to school and back with her best friend A? I mean...its not that dreary in practical life...she has another close friend who stays back at daycare with her and she has begun to adjust a little more each day. But you know how we moms are right...always confused and torn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please post your comments or thoughts...I&#39;d love to hear advise from experienced mommies.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2675666468724926340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/2675666468724926340' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/2675666468724926340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/2675666468724926340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/02/lot-of-mixed-emotions.html' title='A Lot of Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-1275246273682988945</id><published>2011-01-10T12:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:20:08.058+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby talk"/><title type='text'>Profound Words</title><content type='html'>Some of the things the little one says these days make my jaw drop. I mean we have NEVER ever used such words ourselves so it makes me wonder where she picks up these things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this past weekend, I was annoyed at her for not letting me talk to one of my friends who had called from the US. N was constantly around me asking me for chips, chocolate, this and that while I was trying to have a sane conversation. Finally I had to hang up in a hurry and was upset with N for making me do that. But I didn&#39;t yell or do anything about it. I just sulked. So after a while she noticed that I was not in a good mood and was propped on the couch with hubby and watching TV. She chooses this moment to announce the following:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: &quot;I don&#39;t want to live in this house. No one smiles at me here.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa!!! We were shocked!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another cute incident. She comes home with one of our friends B who picks up her son A and my lil N after school. So one day on her way home she somehow realized that their teacher has put her napkin in her friend A&#39;s school bag by mistake. So she tells B auntie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: &quot;Auntie, A has my napkin. Please give it back to me &lt;i&gt;nahin to&lt;/i&gt; (or else) I will cry and have big big tears in my eyes in front of my mamma and papa!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now please tell me where on earth do they pick up such thoughts and words from???? I mean she is still a 3 year old isn&#39;t she? &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1275246273682988945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/1275246273682988945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1275246273682988945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/1275246273682988945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/01/profound-words.html' title='Profound Words'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-37616935927018769</id><published>2011-01-06T13:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:28:15.954+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby talk"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bangalore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai"/><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;N&#39;s grandparents (grandpa, grandma and aunt) left for Bombay 4 days ago (on Sunday, Jan 2) after staying with us for 3 weeks during &lt;a href=&quot;http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-loads-of-fun.html&quot;&gt;N&#39;s Christmas break&lt;/a&gt;. She has been missing them soooo much since then. The night before they were leaving, she went to each one of them saying &quot;I don&#39;t want you to go :(&quot; It was tough explaining to her that they have to go for now but will come back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were leaving very early on Sunday morning and I made sure I woke her up early morning at around 4am when they were leaving so that she can say goodbye. Or else she would wake up to a rude surprise to find them gone and be very unhappy. So I remind her about how she said bye to them each time she asks for them. Luckily for her, Sunday was relatively easy since 2 of my cousins (lil N&#39;s P mama and R maasi with her 2 boys) came to visit us. So she had company around to distract her. But after that she has been asking me when will Nana and Nani (my mom and dad) come. Sigh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day (Monday) she woke up and her first words were &quot;where are my amma, aabu and bua?&quot; I reminded her again and since school was reopening, got her ready and packed her off to school. I knew it would really hit her hard when she got back and did not find anyone (including her mom and dad) at home unlike the last few weeks and we had been on vacation too along with her grandparents. So sure enough she came back from school and looked for them in every room at home and then asked her didi (our maid) when are her amma, aabu and bua coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 4 days have passed, she has come back to her routine of school and stuff but still misses them. She does seem to have come to terms with what we&#39;ve been telling her though - that they sat in an &lt;i&gt;aeroplane&lt;/i&gt; and went to their Bombay home. They will come back again in a few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sad for her and have been going home a little earlier than usual from work so that she does not feel too lonely. She does seem to be okay now and is mostly back to her normal routine. But she sure seems to have made up her mind for the next time. Here is what she plans:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A snippet of our conversation last night while putting N to sleep:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: Mummy, when will my Aabu, Amma and Bua come again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hmmm...(&lt;i&gt;thinking of a suitable number of weeks to be given to her)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: When they come back again, I want to tie them and not let them go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me (&lt;i&gt;smiling and not so surprised at her plan)&lt;/i&gt;: Okay sweetie, I will help you tie them okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: Yes, we will tie them in our drawing room. Okay mamma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Okay sweetie, now go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh! Come back again Amma, Aabu and Bua - your lil N misses you so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/37616935927018769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/37616935927018769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/37616935927018769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/37616935927018769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-2596546817591205550</id><published>2011-01-03T14:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:49:27.759+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bangalore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="india"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="R2I"/><title type='text'>December = Loads of Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEGhFYUVx0Sc4aVpTSiE8nntBTvRssx6hPXtEabRuoVjXM40IUQapi91TsOEt0-IbWvRY_VP7axIpQyml8JQQncka0y8Z2nQbWRR26cK2TnO1CbogPMxuSUGhq7ILawwaZRASotCM5_Xy/s1600/Collage1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December in our house has somehow always meant loads of fun. For this is the month when we celebrate our anniversary, my hubby&#39;s birthday, Christmas and the New Year! Soooooo many occasions to party, buy and give gifts, have cake and most of all - spend tonnes of quality time with family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this December as little N&#39;s school was on a 2 week Christmas break, we had planned her grandparents and bua&#39;s trip to our place during the same time. N&#39;s amma and abu (grandpa and grandma) flew over from Bombay on Dec 11 for a good 3 weeks stay. And bua joined us on Dec 22. And more than us, it was lil N who was the MOST excited! You can just say she has been having a blast ever since they arrived. Our home has been always full of relatives visiting us - both from out of town to the ones in Bangalore itself. N has not had a houseful of so many people since a year ago when it was my brother&#39;s wedding. Ofcourse she has had trips to her Nana Nani&#39;s or Dada Dadi&#39;s home but never a house full of people like we&#39;ve been having these days. And frankly, I am enjoying all this for a change too. This is the part I really really like about moving back to India. Family! Nothing like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here&#39;s what we&#39;ve been doing over the past few weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Anniversary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us went to a nearby Ganesh temple followed by a typical Andhra style dinner served on banana leaves and such. Was good fun and lil N was the most overjoyed by it - she actually ate curd and rice with her hands and made a good mess but insisted on slurping it up all by herself! Hubby gifted me some good designer jewelry from Tanishq and I put together a nice personal photo calendar for him with important dates marked so that he does not forget.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAWakG8_fp6BlEqwidmSFZseTXRyzFgYnGad5Wq6yipF6NKf-M9goQvCZl47kbHCnrIrUVb3QdWhGYESfU0AJeQKwtixgwOmh-DuOLyfLpkYh_jjTCcxM4zgTROkJwiMDTo_F4v0lXT45/s320/P1020502.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556111624718790594&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;N had a great time decorating the Christmas tree this year not just by herself but with her close friend A. Both of them had a blast putting up all the tree decorations at our place. N insisted on hanging every single item on one branch and was very upset when we finally intervened and &quot;re-balanced&quot; the look :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then had an invitation for a Christmas party at a friend&#39;s place which she enjoyed but missed seeing Santa since mommy had to come back for a meeting and N refused to stay back with the maid. Then she spotted her first Santa this year at a department store where we went grocery shopping one weekend. Santa shook hands with her and mommy made him gift her a chocolate she loves (Kinder Joy - she calls it &lt;i&gt;Egg Chocolate&lt;/i&gt;). The store guys even took a picture of her with Santa and gave her a complimentary copy which thrilled her to no bounds. Her second encounter with Santa was at the Christmas party in our apartment complex on Dec 24. That Santa gave her 2 Eclairs and she was so happy. Then we told her Santa will come visit her home and when she wakes up the next morning there will be a gift for her under her Xmas tree. Mommy had packed a finger painting set with a notebook and stickers for her. N loved it the next morning and spent atleast an hour painting with it. She even sat with her baby (her teddy bear) under her tree the night before explaining the funda of Santa to him for quite a while. Interestingly though after taking her pic with Santa in the store the other day she asked me on her way home &quot;Mommy who was in the Santa suit?&quot; I was a little heart broken that she kinda suspected Santa was not real. So I debated with myself for a bit but decided to tell her the truth anyway - so I said it was an uncle. She asked why was he wearing Santa suit so I said because uncle knows that children love Santa that&#39;s why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hubby&#39;s Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor hubby&#39;s birthday was the most hilariously disastrous event this month. Started with him wanting to go to a certain restaurant  for lunch. By the time all 6 of us finished with our breakfast, bathing and getting ready routine, it was already 1pm. Then when we were just about to step out, the plumber whom we had called early in the morning finally decided to show up for some repair work in our kitchen. That took another 30 mins and left our tummies growling. So we called ahead to make sure we have a table ready and finally reached the place in a huge hurry. But the person who was showing us to our table there had a major attitude issue and was really rude in general. We hated the table he had reserved for us and he did not even apologize or ask us to wait for another one. All he said was &quot;We hate this table too but since you called ahead, we kept it open for you!!!&quot; Imagine that! So we said &quot;You can keep the table for yourself!&quot; and walked out of that place. Next we drove to another outlet of the same restaurant which was around 20 mins away. Given our luck, they had absolutely no tables available there for another hour and so we were again stuck wondering where to go. Debated a few places on the way and finally went to one that used to have a good buffet. Reached, took our seats all hungry and tired only to find out that they have stopped serving the buffet recently!!! Ugh! We gave up and finally shoved some food into our faces and got out of there. Picked up some dessert on the way and reached home saying thank god the disastrous lunch is over :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day though N was the most excited member in the house telling everyone she met that it was her papa&#39;s happy birthday today. And she went on to add that her amma and abu and bua have come from Bombay!!! She kept singing &quot;Happy Birthday to Papa&quot; all day and also kept asking us to start celebrating papa&#39;s birthday (which meant she wanted the cake cutting ceremony to to be held right away). She was the most thrilled when papa finally cut the cake in the evening and gave her a huge helping of plum cake with vanilla ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Day at the Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEGhFYUVx0Sc4aVpTSiE8nntBTvRssx6hPXtEabRuoVjXM40IUQapi91TsOEt0-IbWvRY_VP7axIpQyml8JQQncka0y8Z2nQbWRR26cK2TnO1CbogPMxuSUGhq7ILawwaZRASotCM5_Xy/s320/Collage1.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558612928348803394&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Dec 29, us and a few of our friends decided to take the kids to Cubbon park in the city. Me and hubby had already taken this last week in Dec as vacation time from work to ensure maximum quality time with the family was spent. And we had planned a trip to Waynad that never actually happened due to a booking goof-up by the travel website. That&#39;s how we were home and planning day trips to places like Cubbon Park. So this park in Bangalore is known for its &#39;Bal Bhavan&#39; which has many areas for the kids to play in, an aquarium and the main attraction being a train ride. Turns out my lil N has never ever sat in a train before. So obviously she was overjoyed at the thought of sitting in a train and even after it was done, she kept asking all afternoon why the train did not take her again. The kids (N, her friends A and A) had a blast! They visited the aquarium, admired all the fish, had a joy ride in the train and then played to their heart&#39;s content in 3 different parks. By the time we got home late afternoon, we were dead tired and hit the bed instantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Year&#39;s Eve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully since the time we moved to India, we have never had to plan our New Year&#39;s Eve or any other festival for that matter. Our huge apartment complex and the wonderful cultural society in it hosts very good celebrations for most of these occasions. And the best part - parents like us with little kids do not have to travel to or from the event and can run back home if the child is tired or cranky or go back and forth whenever we feel like it. So this New Year&#39;s too we took tickets to the &quot;Midnight Masquerade&quot; bash being organized at our complex&#39;s tennis court. And apart from the food that was mostly over by the time we hit the counters, I really REALLY enjoyed the dancing this year. Last year it rained and it being an outdoor party, the dance floor and food stalls were all empty due to the rains. Some brave ones like us took umbrellas and ventured out again and danced on wet floors and even though it stopped raining in half an hour, the fun had halted. This year, thankfully it wasn&#39;t even cold and it didn&#39;t rain. And most of all, my lil N was overjoyed at songs like &quot;Sheila ki jawani&quot; and other latest hits. I guess it was because that she could actually identify many songs this year and wanted to dance to most of them was what made it wonderful for me. I actually had a dance partner this year and one who was more overjoyed and enthusiastic about dancing than I was. Believe me - she was the one pulling me to dance and I was worn out but she just kept going and going! Knock on wood. She did not even want to stop for dinner so I let her go on from around 8 to 10pm. After which she ate just a little bit and was too tired to do anything else after that. She did stay up though until around 12:30am and then slept on couch while all 6 of us snuggled in front of the TV. A nice, good, enjoyable and cozy New Year&#39;s Eve was had. Thank god for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here&#39;s wishing you all a very happy and healthy New Year as well. I know December is the season for being merry...so do tell me how did you all enjoy the passing of last year. Any fun vacations or events to talk about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2596546817591205550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/2596546817591205550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/2596546817591205550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/2596546817591205550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-loads-of-fun.html' title='December = Loads of Fun!'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAWakG8_fp6BlEqwidmSFZseTXRyzFgYnGad5Wq6yipF6NKf-M9goQvCZl47kbHCnrIrUVb3QdWhGYESfU0AJeQKwtixgwOmh-DuOLyfLpkYh_jjTCcxM4zgTROkJwiMDTo_F4v0lXT45/s72-c/P1020502.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-5401594132639454818</id><published>2010-12-02T13:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:13:59.110+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby talk"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nanny"/><title type='text'>More cute conversations</title><content type='html'>N came back from school today and her nanny (our maid) had cooked fish for her after ages. We usually do not cook fish at home since we are not big fans of fish but the maid is Bengali so she craves it once in a while. Today she went and bought it and cooked it for herself and li&#39;l N. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I called home to check how N was doing, I could hear my lil N saying in the background &quot;Mien aapki shikayat karoongi mamma se&quot; &lt;i&gt;(I will complaint about you to mamma)&lt;/i&gt;. So I wanted to humor her and asked our maid to hand her the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N comes on the phone and says: &quot;Mamma aap didi ko daant lagana kyonki didi ne ghich pich kiya meri plate mien&quot; &lt;i&gt;(Ghich pich kiya in our house is a kiddish way of saying made a mess)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;Ghich pich kiya? Kya ghich pich kiya?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: &quot;Poori dal meri plate mien dal di aur katori gira di.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;Oh...ok. Mien daant lagaungi ok?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: &quot;Aur aap mujhe fish nahin dete ho. Didi deti hai. Lekin aap daant lagana. Fish mien dandi tha.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me thoroughly amused by now at the endearing racket these 2 were creating at home. But also being my cautious mommy self now and instructing the maid to make sure she cleans the bones before feeding the child (choking hazard and what not).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...when did my lil N grow up so much! She went from speaking pure English to a lot of Hindi now and can even translate between the 2 skillfully. She speaks to us in English and if she wants to convey the same thing to her maid or her grandparents, she turns to them and translates for them in Hindi :-) And she never really likes to have proper conversations on the phone except for days like today. Just these small snippets of talks with her on the phone make my working day go by a lot easier at times. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5401594132639454818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/5401594132639454818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/5401594132639454818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/5401594132639454818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-cute-conversations.html' title='More cute conversations'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965833189519206925.post-6734366096288412765</id><published>2010-11-22T16:12:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:56:30.061+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby talk"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bangalore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general"/><title type='text'>Some weekend conversations with N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a hectic Saturday this past weekend - spent most of it outdoors so wanted to take it easy on Sunday. I decided to clean N&#39;s toys this Sunday morning to sort out old unused stuff into items for donation, discarding and keeping and empty out a cabinet to organize her toys better. Spent a good 2 hours on that, found toys that she hadn&#39;t played with in ages and N had a blast rediscovering the joys of silly things such as plastic monster&#39;s teeth, screeching bean ball, basket ball (with its lost hoop that I put up again for her), a new swinging and pull up bar that we put up for her as well, etc. After all that fun, we crashed on the bed in the afternoon hoping that all 3 of us would enjoy a nice afternoon siesta. But she usually gets very playful when we get horizontal even if it is late at night. Infact her daily bedtime routine that she really looks forward to is a good playful wrestle with her daddy after which mommy has to wind her down with a story and what not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to this Sunday afternoon...while some of her wrestling and rolling around and jumping on our backs got a little rough, I said to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Beta...don&#39;t hurt papa so much, he will get &lt;i&gt;boo&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N (sulking): I don&#39;t like No! You are not a nice mamma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me (&lt;i&gt;quite amused at her reaction&lt;/i&gt;): I am not a nice mamma? Ok so what should we do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: No! You are not a nice mamma! I want a new mamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really? Tell your papa to get a new mamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Papa - I want a new mamma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa: (&lt;i&gt;just enjoying a good chukle&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Okay tell me - who do you want as your mamma? B auntie or A auntie or G auntie? &lt;i&gt;(naming a few of my close friends whose kids and my lil N hang out almost every day).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: B auntie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me (&lt;i&gt;Just amused and awed to see her clarity in preferences and thoughts): &lt;/i&gt;Really? Not G auntie or A auntie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: No - I want B auntie as my mamma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh! I guess this is what I get when I threaten her to take T as my baby when my lil N is not listening to me&lt;i&gt; (T is G auntie&#39;s daughter).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;******************************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally when N wakes up every morning, she is just like me - cranky, not a very happy person, needs a warm beverage (milk in her case, tea in mine) to enter her system before she finally smiles and stretches and really wakes up. This morning though, she woke up and instead of wailing or crying for mommy, she stretched, was all fresh and when she saw me enter the room, she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: Mamma, when I was sleeping at night, you forgot to help me wear a full pant and a full shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me (surprised): Oh...did you feel cold at night N?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: Yes. And you forgot my jacket also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Sorry bebu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N: Ok...when it is night again, you help me wear full pant and full shirt ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes my baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thinking: No wonder I saw her sit up sometime late at night, pull the blanket on top of her and go back to sleep at night. Which is very very unlike my daughter. She is normally the one who has never liked to be under a blanket at night however cold it is. I remember she used to even wiggle out of her swaddle (when she was less than a month old) that most other babies seemed to enjoy when they were infants. Note to self : She has been running a cold since Friday though. Maybe that&#39;s why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6734366096288412765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/965833189519206925/6734366096288412765' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/6734366096288412765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965833189519206925/posts/default/6734366096288412765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianinfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-weekend-conversations-with-n.html' title='Some weekend conversations with N'/><author><name>Divs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643881439793186738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyR7cTt68T8Yg_VFCFNjn22nTZ6kJ8nGFmZNK0WGLkFfZMlLxWvYLssR21DmAUyVIVSrg2C3BA3EyvMC05fkqIfaqGjGrW9EFZANZi2rcC1FFOTXCbrU8TM7vLtIHg2I/s220/stockvault_7440_20070419.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>