Prince Renne with Princess TishaPrincess Tisha Singh in my Crocheted CrownMy Young Prince – Renne SinghA Yawning Prince – Renne SinghTisha happy with her Crown 🙂
Do you know that there are 25 windows in the Statue of Liberty Crown?
Do you know that in ancient Egypt, Royal women used to wear the Royal Vulture crown, having a falcon with wings folded?
Do you know that Gold Crown that Queen Elizabeth donned during her coronation in 1953, does not belong to her, but rather was a property of state?
I was watching “Everybody Loves Raymond” (yeah, I still watch the reruns), lying leisurely on my couch. When abruptly my daughter Tisha declared “Mamma, I want something”. Something as in something to eat.
Boy! There is nothing more terrifying than this ‘something’ word. Something means they are not sure what they want to eat. Off course, they don’t want a proper food food. So you have to go through the whole charades of showing them everything you have, and asking them one by one, if they would like to eat that. Most tiring thing is you will always hear no, till the time you feel like crashing on the floor.
Having no other option I asked –
Me: you want egg?
Tisha: No.
Me: Chicken?
Tisha: No
Me: Biscuits?
Tisha: Noooooo
Thankfully, Otu (My 2 yr old son) came to my rescue.
Even when he is eating grapes, that too with a spoon, he somehow managed to get his hands dirty. :O
Wearily, I said “Go ask your Papa. Why didn’t you guys go to him? He is also sitting here. Call him.”
BTW he (my hubby) was also there, just sitting quietly with his laptop, doing nothing. As always. Giving me ‘The Look‘ on hearing his name.
Otu:(again) No. Mamma, I want hanky.
Given. Sigh….
Me to hubby: Why can’t they ask you for everything and leave me, at least for 5 minutes? Why don’t they come to you?
Hubby: because, you are lucky. 😛
(He meant it sarcastically, believe me.)
I started thinking, was I like that with my mother? I remembered my mom saying to me umpteen times, how I have never let her sit for a moment. How I was always calling her for my every little needs. I didn’t went to my Papa, even when I wanted something from him. I always went to my Mamma first and then she used to take my case forward to Papa. I was not scared of him, he is not at all scary :). It was just that I always believed my Mamma understand what I want much better than anyone else. She was my first person.
Back to my lucky phase, my kids. I realized, how they come to me for their tiniest needs. When they are hurt, or happy, or just showing off. They will scream Mamma, and suddenly it will be the only thing that would matter to them, to get the desired reaction from their Mamma. To see, how she kisses their fake wounds and heal them, or to see how she laughs with them, or admire them each time they learn something new. I realized how much it meant to me, that they are calling me first, and not their Papa or to say anyone else in this whole world. Just me. I am the most valuable parson of their life. I am their first person.
Do you say Bye when you leave for the market or gym?
You may or may not be doing it everyday and to everyone. But, I am sure of one thing you would not be doing. Saying bye to your home.
My kids, do that. So, whenever they leave their home they say bye bye to everyone and everything that is left behind, like our home. And this they do every time, even when they are going away just for few minutes. Sweet right?
Yesterday, while going to gym I heard the cutest bye bye from them.
When we were leaving I heard Tisha saying – “Bye bye Home. No crying, okay. I will come. I love you. Okay. Bye. I will come soon.”
Lucky Home 🙂
Then Otu also joined her and they both sing bye bye to everything, yes everything.
“Bye bye car (to the other parked cars), bye bye tree, bye bye dogie (dog), bye chair, bye bye ball…..”.
Guess, my home is blessed with kids having Love for everyone and everything. 🙂
My baby Tisha turned three, and all that she was bothered about, was her birthday Cake. So, we booked a Tinkerbell Cake for her Birthday party, which was on Saturday. Big Problem : Her birthday was on Friday, 27th December.
We wished her, pampered her in every possible way on Friday, but she was still not in the Birthday mood. We took her to an animated movie, got new clothes for her, gave all the attention that she deserved on her special day. Still, she was like “No, It’s no Birthday”.
What’s a birthday, without a cake? She was right. So, I decided to bake a small cake for her. Small because in my family no one seems to have a sweet tooth. We don’t like eating cakes. Even my kids don’t like eating sweets much. All that Tisha wanted on her birthday was to cut the cake, not to eat it. 😦
I have baked cakes before, but this time I wanted to try something which is quick and easy to make, taste doesn’t matter. (I am not gonna eat it, so why does it should matter 🙂 ). I was going through all the cake recipes, when I stumbled on this easy to make 3 minute chocolate mug cake. Voila!!!!
Put this mixture in a Microwave safe Mug. (I have used a bowl, to have a small cake shape)
Microwave it for three minutes on high.
And done. 🙂
I used some M&Ms and chocolate for decoration. All it took to make this cake was 5 minutes.
Some friends also joined in the small celebration and Tisha cut the cake happily. Icing on the cake, it was not bad in taste. Although, it was not as good as a cake baked in Oven for half an hour, but still it was a quick fix. Tasted okay, looked more than okay. Happy Ending. 🙂
My Journey So Far.... 