Posts Tagged ‘humour’

S*itting arrangements

Nice seat, huh?

Nice seat, huh?

…while waiting for his bath tub to be filled………..


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who’s the cutest of them all……

Who's the cutest of them all?

Who's the cutest of them all?

hey, move over buddy!

hey, move over buddy!

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* feel compelled to do potty only when he’s in Mommy’s lap?  No other position, no other lap will do.

* think that the dull grey camera, laptop and the old black phone are more fascinating that the bright new rattles and other toys that we get him? Does he like have an antenna that tells him “This is an electronic gadget. Play with it”?

* have to pee on Mommy everytime she is all ready to go out? Is there some territory marking going on here?

* think that the bathrooms are the most awesome place in the whole house. As soon as you walk into the bathroom with him, his face lights up, he chuckles with glee, and wants to jump and hop and skip. Maybe its the huge mirror on the wall, or the way I hold him.. or maybe he just loooves playing in his own ‘poo-poo’ and doesnt want Mommy to wash it off!!!

* want to reach out of the balcony and pick up the cars – which are on the road 5 floors below.

* clam up real tight when you try to give him rice, or carrot or even cerelac – but swap at it when its on Mommy’s plate?

* decide to sneeze just when you manage to push through a spoonful of cerelac into his mouth?

* have to give you the hardest time all morning, and then give you a gorgeous grin when you’re just on your way out the door to work – the kind that makes you melt and run right back in and hold him and never want to leave?

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Ok, I had my head full of thoughts to blog about today.  “Why does a 6 month old …” “Mirror mirror on the wall” “Behind every successful woman…. is a maid” – those are the things I wanted to write about. But then the B thingie took over.

As I switched on my laptop, a bee came and sat on the screen. Yes a Bee. Or maybe its called a wasp. I dont know and I dont care. All I know is that this thing doesnt belong on my laptop. It’s 10 pm and the Goosh is sleeping just 2 feet away from me.  What should I do? It got startled.  And settled on my gown. I dont want to swap at it and take a chance that it flies on to the Goosh. So I slowly, carefully get up and walk outside to the balcony and swat it.  I come back pretty pleased with myself for being so brave.

5 minutes later, a bee comes and pecks me on the chin. And this time I’m startled – hey didnt I just swat this thing outside. I pick up a pillow and stomp on it. Then pick it up gingerly by the wing and throw it into the bathroom sink.

Another few minutes later I hear some more buzzing. I search around the room and see that there are 4-5 more bees around the tubelight.  WHAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!! I’m fuming. The maid must’ve left the bedroom window or balcony door open without shutting the screen.

I try to stay calm. I switch off the fan. And go to get the broom. The idea is to swat them all with the broom. But by the time I get back, they’re all scattered.

I look around, cant find them, sigh and get back to the laptop, determined not to sleep and to keep a watch over Goosh.  And slowly but surely, they come to me. Or rather to the laptop. I’m sure the brains over at Dell and Intel never imagined this use for the Laptop – a Bee magnet. They’re drawn to the screen!

It’s 10:45 pm now. I’ve killed 5 bees so far and I’m on the look out for more. I’d read on someone’s blog – one of the changes that motherhood brings is that you give up all those tennets of non-voilence – ahimsa at the slightest threat to your baby. How true.  There was a time when I’d just chase a mosquito away and not kill it.. and now, I’m chasing the bees about the room with a broom! Hehehe.

Wondering what to do next… Is it safe to sleep? Or will Goosh and I wake up all stung and swollen. I hope not. Now there’s only one thing left to do – pray!!!!

Stay tuned for the next episode of the Bee Series!


Toon Time!

What's  YOUR choice?

What's YOUR choice?

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