My Friends...

My boy has a best friend,a brother friend,a good friend...and several other categories of friends...but they all his friends!

Childhood friendship is such an amazing thing,its just so pure & innocent.Their games are silly but so funny....hugging & crushing,throw & fetch,mummy & baby,hanging from bars like a monkey to become a tall boy,cycling and all time favourite car race.

I fail to understand the relationship between boys and cars,but you leave a bunch of them together and you're free for hours :)

He meets in friends in school and the chit chat starts right at the time of boarding the bus...with so many important things to discuss about the day gone by.

Evenings are spent running around here & there,playing,hearing stories from one of the mom's or cycling...a peaceful existence with friends!

Life's joy...our friends...the best part about childhood days!

I am 3!!!

My boy is 3 years,time flies...He is so big now,understanding n number of things,having his own circle of friends & trying to take his own decisions,provided his bossy mother doesn't interfer.

He is developing his vocabulary and makes a complete attempt to converse with us in high end English and ends up sounding adorable.

He has an opinion about things & wants to be a part of all our conversations...wanting to know this & that.

Everyday with him leaves me amazed as I wonder where did he learn this from or whom did he pick this up from.

He & his set of close friends have their own set of coversation & important discussion wherein we are not privy of the same....

How they grow up so fast has left me amazed...he doesn't fit into my arms any more...my little tall boy!
 

Stoi Time...

I have a bed time ritual with my son wherein I read out a story to him or make up one for his benefit...
Till a long time I wasn't sure if he comprehend anything I said but I still told him a story each night.The stories always had the same beginning and I included characters and things he liked.

Now that my son is two and started talking I realize he knows all those stories and makes an attempt to tell me those.

So its..."mama stoi...kai (car) stoi..gogie(a cat with the name gorge),bus stoi,topas(Thomas engine) stoi sunnao."
He makes himself comfortable in my lap,"mama dodhi" and starts of as "ek barr.." waiting for me to complete the same.

These story sessions are the best cuddle times we have together...

My Interview...

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My First Day at School

My little boy starts school today. He is so excited about it as I dress him up in his little white uniform.He is thrilled to have a new dress to wear and dances around on the bed in enthusiasm. As I pack his bags, he wants to check out everything. I write his name on his ID card and try to pin it up on his dress, he doesn't like this as it is spoiling his new clothes. He pulls and throws it away as I smile down at him. I help him put on his white socks and clean his shoes till they shine, prim and proper he is all dressed for school.

As we leave for school, I am a bit nervous and apprehensive. I will be leaving  him alone with a crowd of strangers. As he settles down in this new environment, he will build new friends and new confidates. A favourite teacher to guide him along the way and take care of him as I am away. He will pick up many new things at school and learn many new lessons, develop new habits and engage his curosity to the maximum. Away from home, in a new world my son will grow and become a new person.

Each day as I ask you what did you learn today, you may shrug your shoulders and walk away or excitedly share with me some stories for the day. I look forward to all these moments and hope you have a lovely and fun filled journey ahead.

I walk you down to school and you give me a little peck on the cheek as I carry you along. I love you my little boy and together we being a new phase in your life singing our favourite song..."Lets go to the school, learn some lessons!!! La La La....Lets go to the school right now!"

My conversation with my father!

Like all father and son relationships, I and my father also have our set of deep conversations.

We often discuss things during our car trips together. These short trips together give us the much needed “US” time so that we can discuss about life and its intricacies!

Our sentence exchange may be short and silence may fill the void but trust me they hold a lot of meaning, which again only a father would understand… I tell him about everything on those trips. How my day was, am I excited about something, do I enjoy the time spent with him, everything…

However at my age, with my limited vocabulary you know how difficult it is to describe everything, but I know my one line in my several tones, put to rest all my concerns as my father understand what I mean, every time I tell him…”PAPA, Bus!”

“Papaaa…Bus”, shows excitement
”Papa, Bus” reflects content!
“PAPA, Bus” simple pleasure of life
“PAPA!!!, BUS!!!” is pure joy!!!
“Papa, papa, Bus” …and then this is what happened…
”Papa,…Bus”, you know I love you isn’t it…

This is all we discuss about, every time we are together…and I know, my papa knows and understands...

In my father’s phoos ….(Shoes)!

I have this fascination for phoos… and it’s a big problem you know, not for me but my mama and papa!


I love wearing my father’s phoos. Any kind and make is fine, be it his office phoos or the casuals or sportswear…they just amaze me to no extend. Now you’ll say it’s really ok, after all boys do try to imitate their father’s, but my parents don’t seem to think so…

My mom tries and keeps the phoos as far as possible from me…and now she has started keeping them on top of the cupboard instead of the phoos rack because I can open drawers. After all I am a smart big boy

All I do with the phoos is walk around in them making the flip flop noise from one room to another. I don’t know why they think I will ruin them?

I am also very particular about keeping them clean. I always make it a point to polish my father phoos, even if he has already done it and then fetch a duster to clean them up as well, this inspite of repeated calls from my mother to keep away the shoe shine! She should realize I am being a responsible child and maintaining and cleaning things!! But all she thinks are my hands are getting dirty, I have polish on my clothes!!! Uff these parents, who’ll explain it to them…

The other day my mom got me new blue phoos, I could have slept in them, if only she wouldn’t have forced me to remove them!

I just love my phoos!!! And my parents phoos and all phoos!!! And everytime I see them I just screech in delight!!!