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Valentine Is Like Halloween

Valentine Is Like Halloween. Don’t jump into conclusions, I don’t have any horrific experience with Valentines day, ever. This correlation of Valentine with Halloween is concluded by someone else, and she has a pretty good reason of coming to this statement.

When your four-year old daughter comes to you and asks an innocent question like, “Mamma, Do you know Valentines Day?”, what will be your first reaction?

Valentine Is Like Halloween
Valentine Is Like Halloween

My first thought was, how did she know about Valentine Day? Then, I thought, oh, who am I kidding, she goes to school, and kids today, they know almost everything, well almost, thank God. 😐  

So, instead of just saying yes, and explaining to her what Valentines day is, like any good parent must have done, but not me; I promptly said – “No”.

No, I don’t know about Valentines Day.”  
Don’t blame me, I just wanted to know, what she knows about it. Try this method, you will hear some very cute answers to life’s difficult problems.

So, I asked, “What is Valentine Day”?

 

Tisha, my daughter, – “You don’t know? Oh…. 😦 ”  

Valentine is like Halloween”.

Crochet Lion Hoodie
Tisha Singh

 

Now, this was a shocker.

Well, wait for it, she explained it to me too, once my curiosity asked her, “How”.

 

Tisha : “Valentine is like Halloween, Mamma. On Valentine, kids go to party, and they get candies, and they play with their friends, and everyone loves them, give them treats. Teacher will give us a party and we will play. Lots of candies, mamma!!” 😎   
Mamma, I want to go to Valentines party… plzz….plz… plz…take me to valentines party.

Valentine's Heart Basket and Roses
Valentine’s Heart Basket

I did get a pretty good laugh out of it. She is super excited about her party. Me and kids have made some pretty cool gifts, small hearts, for their class friends and teachers. All set for party.
Here is to an interesting Valentines day, which is just like a Halloween. 😛        

Valentine Is Like Halloween

Valentine Is Like Halloween

 

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My Kiddo Wants to Marry Me

Yesterday I was shopping and happen to find a beautiful three-piece suit for kids. I immediately grabbed it along with my boys and took them to fitting room. How cute they will be in a suit? I am a typical mother, you see.

So, I was trying it on Otu, my elder son; while Renne the younger one was standing beside me. Both of them are two and half-year old and are handsome twins. 🙂

Renne Singh and Otu Singh
Renne Singh and Otu Singh

So, as I was trying it on Otu, here is the conversation that took place between the three of us.

Otu: Mamma, I am a Man now??

At first I didn’t understand, but then I realized he has associated wearing a three-piece suit with being a grown up man. He is not a boy in t-shirt anymore. How smart he is? 😛  

Me: Yes baby. You are big now. You are a Man.

Otu: Mamma, I marry now.

Oh, so sweet!! my kiddo wants to get married. Time flies. 😥    

Me: Yes baby. You can get married now.

Otu grinning from one ear to another.

Me: Who do you want to get married to?

Otu: I want to marry you, Mamma. (with a little shyness)

Me: (no words coming out of my mouth because I am too busy smiling, crying and hugging my baby all at the same time)

Me: I love you baby. Yes, I will marry you. 

Me and Otu happy now. 😎

Renne Singh and Otu Singh
Renne Singh and Otu Singh

I thought of further extending my good luck and so I dared to face Renne, the twin brother.

Me: Renne, do you want to get married?

Renne: YEEESSSS!!!!!

Me: Who you want to marry to?

Renne: Princess!!!! 😛   

Me: What????????

Me: What about me? You don’t want to marry Mamma?

Renne: No. No, I want Princess.

 

Oh! Renne Singh, you know how to break a girl’s heart. 😦    

 

 

Silent Sunday – Waiting For Next Fall Season

Waiting For Next Fall Season
Tisha, Otu and Renne Singh waiting For Next Fall Season

Why I have a Pink Bathroom?

Tisha Singh
Tisha in Pink

If you have kids, you might agree with me, that most worrisome time of having kids in home, is when suddenly everything is quiet. No noise. Nothing. Just a big quiet. Maybe some distant giggling, and some hushed voices. Hush…..

This is when your sixth sense awaken to its full power and you start to consider everything that can go wrong at your home.

To cut the suspense, let me straight come to my story.

So, yesterday it suddenly became quiet and I got worried. You would have been too, if you have three toddlers at your home but no noise. But, being myself, I was too lazy to go check in on them. So instead I stayed back in my room with the love of my life – my couch and my Netflix. 😎

But, as if this universe thought that having three kids is not enough exercise for me; my phone rang. Phone that was in another room. Why universe? Why?

Now, I had to stand and walk. Walk whole 10 steps, just to pick up a phone. Argg….

There in complete darkness on my room, was light coming from the bathroom. I tried to listen to sounds coming from there. It was some giggle and laughs.

And there were those three thieves…. don’t panic. Not actual thief but my very own personal thieves, my kids, who were stealing my makeup from my bathroom.

Tisha, was leading them. She was painting boys toe nails with my pink nail polish. She herself had some glimmering lip gloss all over her face. Everything was pink there.

Why everything was looking pink to me? Did my eyes get some pink in them?

Nope.

It was my bathroom floor. Which looked like it just had a shower with pink color. To top it all, my pure white bathroom towels, were pink now, as if someone has tried to clean the bathroom’s pink stained floor with them. Cupboards with pink hand prints. Small devilish pink hands all over them. That was some Pink Storm!!

My kiddos? Well, they all were screaming, “Go away Mamma. We are playing”. 👿

Wednesday Words – Playing Mom

My Kids love role playing, but it’s always hard to catch them in action. Remember they are smarter than me. 😕

Playing Mom, Abhishek, Tisha, Otu, Renne
Playing Mom

Yesterday was different. I had a Spy.  😈

Everytime they are playing in their room, and I would happen to visit, they will go completely quiet on me. You must think that they are scared of me??? Nope. Not in any dimension, of any world. 🙄

They use to enact me. My every word, every move. :mrgreen: That’s why they go quiet with a sheepish smile on their face. Specially Otu. He repeats every word coming out of my mouth, with the same tone, like making a joke of me. Devil!!! The moment I’ll come out of their play room, they will laugh out loud, as if they have succeeded in their small mission of hiding their naughty plans from me. 😐

Coming to yesterday’s events. My Spy…. Yes, I was coming to that. My dear Hubby. He obliged me this time, by intruding into the enemy lines and bringing me back, important strategic information from across the border. 😉

These were the observations….

Tisha: Boys (talking to her two naughty brothers), sit properly. Renne, don’t move.

Renne: Okay.

Otu: OK. Mamma.

(OMG, Tisha was playing MOM. Tisha was playing Me.) 😆

Tisha: Boys. Mamma is cooking food. Don’t cry. Renne, what do you want?

Renne: Chicken.

Tisha. Otu, what do you want?

Otu: (long pause) Egg. No. Ice cream. 🙂

Tisha: Ok, baby. (seeing her Papa also sitting in the corner), boys, I am making tea for your Papa. Okay Boys…. Renne….. sit properly.

Playing Mom, Abhishek, Tisha, Otu, Renne
Playing Mom

Swirls water in her glass, and serve tea to Papa and boys. Papa Happy.

Papa so proud, as if telling me, look my daughter makes tea better than you. 😎

Tisha: Ok boys, get ready. Pick up your bag. Go to school.

Boys obediently took their bags. Stock it up with all the toys they found lying around.

Otu, Renne: Bbye Mamma (to Tisha).

Tisha: Bye baby. Bye. I love you. See you soon.

Playing Mom, Renne Singh, Otu Singh, Tisha Singh
Playing Mom

If you are thinking, Oh! how cute. How sweet?? How nice your kids are???

This sweetness is all for role play. Once real food is served, you won’t find a single one of them, sitting peacefully at one place, including their father.  😛