My kid's eyes–windows into their souls
In honor of Martin Luther King, Avasha brought home interesting homework.
Do the ideas below show that you are a good person. Circle Yes or NO
Your eyes are blue.
Your hair is curly.
You have money in your pocket
You work hard.
You are honest
You are skinny.
You live in a big house.
My child got everything right except one.. And her reasoning [...]
Pants: GAP
Shirt: Isabella Bird , a friend gave this
Vest:Thrifted
Bag from Bangkok
Shoes 2 yrs old god knows from where
I wore this to my Monday evenings weigh in. I go and subject myself to a weekly weigh in at a weightloss support group called TOPS. When I put this outfit together, I thought it was very 60s like. [...]
My 2nd child is turning 7. How is that possible. How can my kids be growing up so fast and not need me as much. How is that even possible?
Avasha is the one who challenges me the most. She questions each and everything I ask her to do.She knows how to push all my buttons. Asking [...]
Priyanka tagged me to list out the songs I sing to the babies.I decided to it a bit it differently. Since my kids are alot older than most, I got them to sing the songs I used to sing.(Ashwina didn’t want to sing though because in her words I AM NOT A BABY ANYMORE) Neil is singing [...]
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Avasha , originally uploaded by sraikh.
First shots with the D80.
Its a monster of a camera. A lot of bells and whistles, I am dreaming abt the f-stops, ss speeds and ISO stuff.
Avasha asks me this on Sat.
“Are you my real mother?”
I asked huh, whats does that mean.
She said you know M and L(our new neighbours)thats not their real mother. They have another mother in their country. and Ms M came and got them and now they have her as a mother.
Ashwina then says, Yeah they were [...]
As we were sitting in our yard, having tea, Avasha(3 yrs old) entertained us with this story.
Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name was Itu. he was walking on the road, Then he fell, he cried, His mummy came. Then he walked to the other road. Then he went on the plane. [...]
Once a upon a time, there was a girl. Her name was Layla. It was her birthday. She married the prince.
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