Sister love

There are many instances which I forget to record here, just out of laziness to open the laptop and type it. Most of it concerns about the girls in our lives.The niece and Moo.

So what happened was during our residential society’s annual get-together function, there was this event planned where girls between ages 6 and 10 were dancing to a Bollywood song. They had been practicing the dance steps for over a week and I would take Moo to the dance area whenever it was possible. She loved listening to the songs and ‘dancing’ with the girls 🙂 Just before their group name was to be announced on stage as the next performers, Zack took Moo to see her akka and wish her good luck. Moo was so excited to see Ri in a shiny shimmery dress that she immediately jumped on her to attack those sequins ( and eat them). One of the nine year olds immediately squealed, “Oh no, so much of drool…why is this baby drooling so much…she is wetting the frock so much”. To which my smart ass niece replied, “Even you drooled like this when you were this young like Moo is, no need to say eww”. I was not there to witness this historic exchange, but hearing Zack recount this to the family back home makes me wonder when did our seven year old grow up this mature 🙂 🙂

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Dum Dum Dum

Writing this post waiting for the cab at this godly hour where mortals are seeped into their comforters is a thrill in itself. The bags are packed for the long weekend cum vacation. Usually Moo is the one to crow at 5AM but now she is fast asleep. Hope she behaves like a statue throughout the train journey.

Its the wedding of my uncle’s son and I will get to hog on kalyaana saapadu after what seems like ages. Since most of the eyes will be on Moo, I did not spend time on trivial stuff like choosing which saree to wear. As if she will allow everything to be in its place. Haha. My main aim is going to be first in the line when the dinner is signaled and gulp down everything as soon as possible. You see, I do not want the other guests to choose between eating and running away because Moo’s current favorite pastime is to screech loudly when she is denied to touch whatever is in front of her. She wants to fingerprint all her available toes and fingers on the plate with food and basically mime feeding imaginary pigeons.

Ok, the cab has arrived, hope to get some time to continue the blogging marathon in the coming days 🙂

Second hand

The thing with having kids of all sizes and ages in this family is there is so much stuff to pass on to the next baby.

From toys to stroller to woolens to mittens to baby towels to tiny mattresses, Moo uses everything second handed. I have purchased only just born stuff for her, once she outgrew them, I had loads of clothes to chose from for her. That does not mean I am not spending on buying her new dresses and all, but I do that on the lesser scale. There is a certain charm in seeing the same dress being worn by the elder one and the now younger one. Usually it brings out the memories associated with that particular shirt or frock, and it makes for a happy nostalgia recall.

While initially I was a bit hesitant to use all the stuffs second or fourth handed, it later made sense as to how much money I am saving 😆

Now what is the point of this post? Nothing actually. I was just making Moo wear a sweater when I got a comment as to how lovely the niece used to look in the same 🙂