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…

Love has no colour…

This morning I watched my little son feed his little friend breakfast. It made me realise how natural it is for us to share, care and love. At just 21 months he instinctively reached out to share his weetabix with his yellow, big eyed, sausaged shaped minion. The world has so much to learn from…

Everyday’s miracles at 20 months old…

My little champ is now 20 months … and going strong! (Give me a high five!!) He is totally ready to conquer the world with his newly mastered skills! He roams the home invincibly, like a little clever, curious, eager beaver, sponging his new environment, absorbing everything around him. Prodding, poking, romping and rollicking on to…

Oreo cookies + chips = 19 Months Old

Did I forget to add – and some milkshake? And there you have it! As each month unfolds, I realise I am the mother I can best be. I admit I am those mommies who give my little cudlet Oreo cookies and Mcdonald’s fries! (not to mention with a few sips of milkshake). You’re asking…

Cheeky little monkey

“Mischief, giggles, fun and love … that’s what little boys are made off”

And we splish and splash …

31 degrees. Arjun first taste of heat. The very best a British summer has to offer – an Indian summer 😉 No rain, no drizzle, no hail, no fog and no clouds. Just summer. I believe everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Enjoy your second summer.

17 months and 17 words…

17 months have taught Arjun 17 adorable creative words in english, swahili, punjabi, he uses to express himself….

Do not just follow my footsteps, first ask me where do they lead?

I just turned off the news. Utterly put off by an american in a white cap, red tee-shirt and blue jeans. As normal as he came across his words sounded abnormal to what he and his country once represented. An ignorant, judgemental, buck-passer – a nationalist. His words kept ringing in my mind. “They are…