First snowflakes…

Your very first snow flakes sitting on your head. You were mesmerised and your eyes glistened in excitement, you thought there were little stars falling from the sky. Aww, baby they are not stars, but silent confetti in celebration of winter. This poem captures everything I feel about snow, I know your first experience of…

Well done me… !

Ah 23 months old and you’re beginning to speak little sentences. Most of which are two words and they begin with “is” (is dog, is stars, is water…). Uber cute. But, what tops my cuteness scale is… today your little mind has decided to end all sentences with “well done”. Mommy: (looking at picture in a…