On rainy days and making new traditions

I love the rain, and I love rainy days. I love the quiet introspection, the feeling of comfortable solitude and the smell of wet dirt in the air.

Once I became a mom though, I quickly realized that the whole ‘quiet introspection’ aspect wasn’t exactly possible with an energetic 3 year old practically bouncing off the walls demanding attention.

So now, rainy days are more about messy indoor play rather than quietness or solitude, but oddly enough I don’t think I mind at all.

Who needs solitude when you have a feisty little mini-me to keep you company!

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Almost Wordless Wednesday

Lilly loves wearing her ‘traditional’ Pakistani clothes, even though to her, it’s more a costume than a normal outfit. It’s funny how what was ‘normal’ for me growing up is more of a fun Halloween-esque costume for my daughter, but at least she likes it! Learning about the actual culture will have to come with time.

On Night Lights and Living Vicariously through my 3 Year Old

As a parent, you learn new things every day. Some you learn through research and experience, while others you just sort of stumble across by pure chance. It was during one of these epiphanies that I realized something ridiculously obvious: childhood is just an endless stream of ‘phases’ stuck together in a haphazard manner.

Kids are perpetually going through ‘phases’ and if it’s not one thing, it’s the other. Telling yourself that it’s ‘just a phase’ is all well and good till you realize that even if this particular phase ends soon, another will inevitably take it’s place and the cycle will start all over again.

So lately, Lilly has been going through a ‘fear of the dark’ phase, which to be honest really took me by surprise. I know of course that many kids are afraid of the dark and it’s practically to be expected, but Lilly really used to not have a problem with it. Heck, she refused to sleep unless all the lights were off! Now though? She refuses to go to bed unless there’s a light on and I stay with her till she falls asleep.

So to save my sanity (or whatever’s left of it at least), I decided it was time for a night light. I used to love night lights as a kid, and my inner child practically squeaked at the idea of going night light shopping again.

Isn’t it just the prettiest thing ever? Lilly simply adores her new night light, but honestly, I think I’m even more in love with it than she is.

Write a Book or be a Unicorn: How do I Decide?

Three year olds are fickle creatures, and that’s a fact. One day something is their absolute favorite thing in the world, the next it’s the worst thing you could ever offer them. Is rice with peas their absolute favorite food? Not anymore, now it’s akin to poison as far as they’re concerned. Do they love the color purple? Wait till you buy that pretty purple rug for their room and suddenly they never liked purple and have no idea why you thought they did.

My almost four year old daughter has recently discovered the world of ‘what I want to be when I grow up’ and in true toddler fashion, what she wants to be when she grows up will change depending on her mood/the time of day/the color of her dress. Yesterday she wanted to be a magician when she grew up, the day before it was a doctor, while the day before that it was a unicorn. We’ve entertained every possible (and a fair share of impossible) things she could grow up to be, from astronaut, to detective, to witch, to princess, to tiger, so I think it’s safe to say she’s still a tad undecided.

Today though, we have apparently decided that we want to write a book. The catch? She doesn’t actually know how to write, or read for that matter. A minor problem but we found the perfect solution: mommy will write the book as dictated by Lilly while Lilly concentrates on drawing the pictures. After all, everyone knows the pictures are the only part of the book that matter, right? All I can say is, at least it’s a little bit more realistic than ‘unicorn princess’ from last week.

6 Questions I Ask Every Morning

Being a parent involves asking a lot of questions, all day long, and repeating several of them throughout the day. And a lot of the questions we ask would sound completely ridiculous to a non-parent.

1) Where are your pants?

2) Why is there a unicorn in my purse?

3) Did you finish your breakfast? 

4) Why haven’t you finished your breakfast yet?

5) Where are your pants?

6) Why isn’t there more coffee?

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Magic

Most days it feels like I’ve always been a mom, that I’ve always had a tiny terror attached to my hip wreaking havoc on any and all plans.

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The Good, the Bad and the Clean

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There was a time when I would stay up late to read a book, chat with friends or watch movies. Now? Now I find myself staying up after everyone else has gone to bed just so I can scrub the bathtub and mop the kitchen floor in peace.

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