MOTHER HOOD

My life with kids.

  • Why did the dinosaur cross the road?

    Over New Year’s Eve, I was talking to my parents who were visiting us from Charlotte about my upcoming birthday just a couple of days later. We were all in a very festive mood on account of the holidays of course, and the disposition naturally spilled into a conversation about celebrating birthdays in general. My…

    Why did the dinosaur cross the road?
  • First Day of School

    Did your kids already have their first day back to school? We started today. Asha is in middle school for 6th grade with A and B days. Arjun starts 4th grade with the teacher he was hoping to get. Ajay is in 2nd grade with a new teacher that seems very nice. Boy! They sure…

    First Day of School
  • Happy New Year!

    Crisp. Exciting. Fresh… … a few simple words that usually discribe my state of mind around this time of the year thanks to the powerful combination of my birthday celebration which follows shortly after celebrationing the new year. It’s hard not to be immensly positive and glow-y! My family from Charlotte came over to celebrate…

    Happy New Year!
  • Life’s Retorical Question # 4568785

    Is it possible to parent without screaming? { As a reminder – this is a retorical question. Answering is frowned upon especially when the answer is yes! } I am thinking about this as I do on many mornings of getting kids where they need to go and getting myself where I need to go.…

    Life’s Retorical Question # 4568785
  • Happy 10-years to my Stokke

    I want to take a minute to recognize a huge milestone – Our beloved orange Stokke Tripp Trapp High Chair has now been part of our family for a decade. If furniture could be a pet, this one would be ours. It’s been used, abused, and loved so deeply. From early days of motherhood to…

    Happy 10-years to my Stokke
  • The best thing I read today

    If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think it’s emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new. Middlemarch by George…

    The best thing I read today