My Lady of the Lantern

M was recently shifted to Figlia's school, and he is continuing his Nursery there. The plus side is that he now goes with Figlia in her bus, and is super chuffed about it. He is still adjusting to the new teacher, and friends here. The new set up is not as cozy as the last one was for him.  My parents were here and they leave tonight.  I attended a conference in December end, and a delegate invited me over to her institution in February. Today, I completed my registration to go to that conference. I feel great about this. I am getting more active in these pursuits and it make me feel good.  We had a small party on the last weekend celebrating Figlia's birthday. It went well, and it was the first kids-only party I hosted. 

It seems a tiny nugget of time has passed since I blogged last. It began with a lack of desire to actually write anything, and then a tiny whirlwind of activity which caught me recently. Lot of things to really update around here... My resistance did not work, and I did turn 4.0 in December. I spent it at a conference. That day, someone told me "live the life you have", and nothing could have been anymore appropriate that day, than those words, at that moment. No one there knew it was my birthday, and the messages I got was more calls/messages/social media kind. I did not want any effusive face to face wishes really. The December end trip went like a hoot. I loved the getaway, and did not want the vacay to end. I had a very pleasant experience watching and doing things on my own, and at my own pace.  I came back to a lot of things awaiting for me. I faced a panel interview for a promotion, which I got. Since the last 3-4 days, I have been quietly muttering Ass.oc...

I scoured online for, and ordered two dresses for Figlia's sixth birthday. It still feels like a huge moment to think that we are on the verge of her turning six! She threw a tantrum today morning, just as a reminder to the fact that she is not that grown up. Who would think that one crayon not working in a box of 12 could bring such intense dissatisfaction from life!  Sometimes, I want to be able to bring the point to her head that she is not that deprived in life, as are so many children around the world. And that if a missing crayon is your bane, then you have skipped the massive daily struggle that most kids today have. Still not able to get it registered on her mind though.  M was epic. He showed off his protective streak, and today morning scolded his father for scolding Figlia. It was amusing to watch, because mostly M makes it a point to annoy Figlia no end. But oh, boy, no one else must.  M has a broken nail on his right hallux. I have been watching ...

M turned 3 years old quietly on the weekend that has just gone by. We were thinking of having a small party of 10 kids or so, but right before I began inviting, FIL landed back in the hospital. FIL was back home on Saturday evening, but it meant that there was no energy or mood left for hosting a kiddie party. I might think of doing it this weekend, but it is highly unlikely.  M has the first cough of this season. I really dread the winters here, because a) I don't like feeling cold all the time, b) Kids fall sick frequently. Figlia is much better, because she is bit grown up now, and doesn't fuss much over taking medicines. M still needs one person to pin him down and the other to give the medicine.  I am expecting my periods this week. Nothing noteworthy about it, but over the last few cycles, I have realized that a couple of days before they arrive, I have a case of the blues and my sugar craving spikes. I had the same bout on Saturday.  My house feels ful...

So much to write, but it all seems small for words.  M is about ten days away from being three.  I was reminiscing about Figlia and what she did when she was not quite three, and I find that there are strong differences really. M shows no interest in choosing his clothes, and attempting to wear them. Figlia was so strong on both of those. I never was worried about feeding Figlia. M is extremely moody about food. M has pretty much potty trained without any encouragement from me. His only hiccup is the big business, but that too he announces, and asks for a diaper to be put on for him.  M burnt his thumb and a finger in a firecracker related incident. FIL makes choking, grunting noises almost whole day. He has still not regained consciousness. Sometimes, he does seem more present, opening his eyes, and blinking them.  I have some work-related stress going on. But I am grateful for the neat kitty my pay has built up for me. That saving, however litt...

Potential. I have heard that word a lot. I was told I had potential, as a child. "You have so much potential, you can do so much". Essentially it feels like I burnt my big P just pushing through my life.

Like I mentioned in my last post, FIL/MIL shifted here. Initially FIL was admitted in a local nursing home, and only last week he has come home. There is no "treatment" as such. He needs good nursing, physiotherapy and timely medication to go on. There is a neat set of apparatus around his bed, and his oxygen saturation is monitored constantly. He is still unconscious and unresponsive, and makes grunting noises every once in a while.  My MIL is here, and to be frank, I was dreading it a bit. So far, she is only lamenting the complete absence of my housekeeping skills in a hushed voice to Gracy.  Last week, I took a trip I had almost cancelled to see my parents, and the family of my brother who were visiting at this time of the year (they mostly come at Christmas time, but they came early this year). My parents were sick, and my SIL too fell sick. Figlia had accompanied me. She is having a tiny run of small things happening together - a viral infection, an eye infecti...