Saturday, March 28, 2015


Someone asked what she needs to learn to prepare for motherhood.

I said, "Just learn stubbornness, you'll need that most. When everything gets you down you'll need a lot of stubbornness to get back up and carry on doing what is right."

Today I'm not getting back up.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Time flies like an arrow...

... and fruit flies like a banana. Yes, yes, I know that one. Vicky's inflicted it on me often enough.

I was a little prepared for older-brotherhood to cause some degree of growth in Rahul but how can you really be prepared for these things? And what I certainly did not expect was how he shot up physically after Puchke's birth. Almost overnight his shirts were too small, his jeans too tight and his cheekbones grew sharply defined. He lost the last of his baby beauty in these months. Now his face shows the lasting beauty that will probably define him as he grows older. It was fascinating to watch. Less fascinating has been his on again off again clinginess as he deals with the changes another child brings.

At some point Vicky (finally) got into the swing of baby things. Suddenly the gentle, efficient and effective man I remember from Rahul's babyhood re-entered our lives and took a lot of the weight off my weary shoulders. I know I sound very dramatic but I was exhausted after six months of little sleep and breastfeeding and dealing with the baby at night and the household and Rahul during the day. But now that Vicky's stepped in, the most adorable thing I see is how Puchke is finally looking around for Vicky once more, lifting his arms to his father, splitting his face into his nose-scrunching grin because his Baba entered the room. Sometimes Vicky makes me feel like that too, so I can empathise.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Planning to Give Vicky an Earful

Vicky went to visit his mother on Saturday and came home with some old albums of photos he wants to scan. They are filled with ancient photographs from his own childhood. I particularly love the ones of him and his brother because they show how much fun the boys had, and it makes me optimistic about our own two boys.

Sentimentality aside, the photos have also firmly established that Puchke's hilarious sticky-out ears are inherited from his father. The child was born with the most beeyootiful shell-shaped ears that lay flat against his head but they quickly became huge and sticky-out. I've hesitated to point a finger at V thus far because I may have neat ears but my brother's could have been borrowed from an elephant while Cousin J, well, the less said about her ears the better. But these photos show us the real culprit. I don't think Vicky is ever going to be allowed to forget how I gave the child a good start with the ears he and his funny genes messed it all up thereafter.