I am grateful for my son- every minute, everyday, always.
This year I am grateful for my community-
playgroup moms who talk potty training, playdates, timeouts, with me 5 days a week,
girlfriends who are happy to spend a night in drinking Sangrias and to take impromptu trips to Forever21.
mashi and didi’s (aunties and sisters) from my bengali community, who give me traditional recipes and invite me for delicious dinners.
Student’s from J’s lab who invite us to keggers that still keep me feeling like I’m still 25.
Guys who watch football with me and are willing to share their infinite knowledge and trivia of the game. Extra shout out to the ones who make bad jokes and strong cocktails
My cousin who is no farther than a text away and is equally happy to discuss Real Housewives of Miami and Bun’s cold with equal enthusiasm
My friends who are far away physically but share their lives with me via text, facebook and instagram
My parents, my family, my husband who are always there to pick up any of the balls that I may drop.
Today I’m cooking a meal in all their honor, for all the grace they bring to my life
I love this little boy so much that sometimes I fear that my heart cannot bear such brutality. I try to remember this on days like today, when he has a cold and he is cranky, bossy, rude and demanding, when I’m snappy and short and impatient. But when he is in bed, asleep and I have calmed down his nerves and mine, and I look through our pictures from my camera and I just want to sit and cry at how quickly all this is passing.
Today, I looked up as he followed J down the stairs and he looked like a kid, not my baby, not a toddler- a kid. In his navy shorts and a bandaid on his finger and scrapes on his knee, there he was – a little boy. And with every fibre of my body, I willed time to pause.
He got down the stairs and called out “Mommy” in his sweet 2 year old voice and just like that he was my baby again. At least for today.
The title is from the last two lines of W.B Yeats A Cradle Song
A Cradle Song
The angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God’s laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown
———-William Butler Yeats
Happy 4th Wedding Anniversary to us.
This photo is from 2009 when I was 7 months pregnant. Can you see my baby belly? and my extra chubby cheeks? But don’t we look happy?
2 years later, I am just as happy.
We are not celebrating today- J is feeling under the weather and we don’t have a sitter, but we are planning on doing something fun to celebrate this weekend.
Seven AM. I hear babbling from the Bun’s room. J, is already up and checking his email downstairs. Still groggy, rubbing my eyes, I wander in to let the little boy out of his crib. He gives me a big grin, he is still lying down and not standing up as usual, ready to burst out of the crib. I sit down on the floor next to the crib and start talking to him about our day. He sits up, reaches through the bars, strokes my hair and says – “Mumma Peety (Pretty)”
Jaw on the floor. Heart melted and in a puddle on the floor.
Some afternoons are just magical. Simply because its spring. Because there is sunshine. Because I’m outside with my little family. Because my boys are looking so handsome. And because they are smiling at the camera at the same time. Because a little boy is playing with a ball with his daddy. Because sometimes you don’t need a reason to be happy.
Because This picture of Bun and J looking at each other makes my heart feel all squishy
Because This picture of him looking at me makes my heart feel double squishy.
Because its impossible to not be happy while playing with a bouncy blue ball
Because these guys make it so easy to be happy
I love this boy. I love the life that he has given me.
Happy Valentine’s Day !
There are days where I am so proud of an outfit that I pick for the Bun and those are the days where he won’t let me take a good straight on shot. For Superbowl this year, I had him wear the cutest little Carters twofer that said “Touchdown” , but did I get a good picture? Nope. Not even close. This is the best I got.
There are plenty of ways the Bun is uncooperative these days. His favorites-
-Running away from him when I try to put any article of clothing on him- Diapers, pants, onesies included
– Refusing to walk at the most random times. These random times also happen to be when my hands are full and him walking 5 steps would really help me out
– Refusing to eat stuff that I thought were his favorite like Cheese, peas, naan bread, chicken, etc etc. And only insisting on eating fruit and dessert for lunches.
– Battling nap time every single day. He rubs and rubs and rubs his eyes but its a full on meltdown for me to get him into his crib around 12:30
– Turning off our desktop, right when I’m in the middle of uploading photos. Happened earlier today
This is just the naughtiness where he doesn’t cooperate, I’ll have to do another whole post for the activities that he loves that I do no approve of at all. Having a toddler is exhausting but its always interesting and very very endearing. This burgeoning rebellion that I’m sure will continue for the rest of his life just makes me adore him more