Some time back, I promised my brother that I'd give him a recipe. Being the lazy person I am, I still haven't been able to type it out into a mail. So, finally I decided, why not share it with the whole world instead? The recipe is courtesy the 'Cook's kitchen handbook & 500 basic recipes".
Chicken Liver Pâté
Serves 6 or more
55 g butter
1 onion, finely chopped
340 g chicken livers, trimmed of all dark / greenish parts
4 tablespoon medium sherry
30 g full-fat soft cheese
1-2 tablespoons lemon juice
2 hard-boiled eggs, chopped
salt and pepper
55-85 g clarified butter
1) Melt butter in a frying pan. Add the onion and livers and cook until the onion is soft and the livers are lightly brown and no longer pink in the centre.
2) Add the sherry and boil untill reduced by half. Cool slightly.
3) Turn the mixture into a food processor or blender and add the soft cheese and 1 tablespoon lemon juice. Blend until smooth.
4) Add the hard-boiled eggs and blend briefly. Season with salt and pepper. Taste and add more lemon juice if liked.
5) Pack the liver pâté into a mould or container and smooth the surface.
6) Spoon a layer of clarified butter over the surface of the pâté. Refrigerate until firm.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Our vacation - Part II
The return journey
Finally those beautiful relaxed days at home came to an end and we travelled back to L's paternal home. This is when, I would say, the interesting part of our journey started. Instead of driving straight to Thrissur (like anyone else would), we decided to go there through Allepey.
We went to the beach (at 12 PM - another friend who's an expert on Alleppey - being a localite - said that only looneys like us would be seen there in that heat and I'm proud to say that we were not alone….at least :). The boys loved picking shells…..they picked quite a few of them and we finally left after having lunch at…you guessed it… Indian Coffee House just opposite to the beach.
The next day we decided to visit a few more relatives when L was bitten by the travel bug again
and we turned a different direction to travel to Athirappalli and Vazhachal waterfalls. The falls were at their best, and it was definitely worth the detour. On the other hand, we winded up visiting relatives till almost 9 PM, because we got delayed.
Next day - The day of our journey back. Intended route - Thrissur -> Palakkad -> Coimbatore -> Salem -> Bangalore. Easy, right? And we nearly followed this route, till we saw a board that read "Coimbatore - 11 km". So we haven't been to Cbe yet, so why not deviate from the highway, go to town and then come back? We had nothing to lose. Cbe is a nice town (I am a bit confused as to the differentiation between towns and Cities….) but that's where destiny showed up again. Another signboard. This time with a message for us, "Ooty - (only) 90 km". How can anyone resist that? After a few quick calculations we decided to change our route to Cbe -> Ooty -> Mysore -> Bangalore. That's an approximate difference of 40 km, but definitely worth it.
I've been to Ooty once from college and I totally fell in love with the place. Okay, I didn't remember the hairpin roads that well, but still - the place is wonderful. The climate was divine. The boys were eating and having a party on the backseat - with fights at regular intervals, but generally fine.
We reached Ooty and called our respective parents to inform them about our change in plans. My parents responded with a mild "you guys are crazy". We had lunch at Ooty and drove through the town and left quickly because we had to come back home before it was too late. Driving through Bandipur forest we actually got to see around 4-5 wild elephants (small ones, I think though we heard a big one trumpet), 2 wild peacocks and one wild monkey.
Cutting an already long story short - we reached home by around 9 PM. Tired, but very happy….boys started school after one day's rest and we started office too. Life is back to normal and I am glad I finally got to write….
Finally those beautiful relaxed days at home came to an end and we travelled back to L's paternal home. This is when, I would say, the interesting part of our journey started. Instead of driving straight to Thrissur (like anyone else would), we decided to go there through Allepey.
We went to the beach (at 12 PM - another friend who's an expert on Alleppey - being a localite - said that only looneys like us would be seen there in that heat and I'm proud to say that we were not alone….at least :). The boys loved picking shells…..they picked quite a few of them and we finally left after having lunch at…you guessed it… Indian Coffee House just opposite to the beach.
The next day we decided to visit a few more relatives when L was bitten by the travel bug again
and we turned a different direction to travel to Athirappalli and Vazhachal waterfalls. The falls were at their best, and it was definitely worth the detour. On the other hand, we winded up visiting relatives till almost 9 PM, because we got delayed.Next day - The day of our journey back. Intended route - Thrissur -> Palakkad -> Coimbatore -> Salem -> Bangalore. Easy, right? And we nearly followed this route, till we saw a board that read "Coimbatore - 11 km". So we haven't been to Cbe yet, so why not deviate from the highway, go to town and then come back? We had nothing to lose. Cbe is a nice town (I am a bit confused as to the differentiation between towns and Cities….) but that's where destiny showed up again. Another signboard. This time with a message for us, "Ooty - (only) 90 km". How can anyone resist that? After a few quick calculations we decided to change our route to Cbe -> Ooty -> Mysore -> Bangalore. That's an approximate difference of 40 km, but definitely worth it.
I've been to Ooty once from college and I totally fell in love with the place. Okay, I didn't remember the hairpin roads that well, but still - the place is wonderful. The climate was divine. The boys were eating and having a party on the backseat - with fights at regular intervals, but generally fine.
We reached Ooty and called our respective parents to inform them about our change in plans. My parents responded with a mild "you guys are crazy". We had lunch at Ooty and drove through the town and left quickly because we had to come back home before it was too late. Driving through Bandipur forest we actually got to see around 4-5 wild elephants (small ones, I think though we heard a big one trumpet), 2 wild peacocks and one wild monkey.
Cutting an already long story short - we reached home by around 9 PM. Tired, but very happy….boys started school after one day's rest and we started office too. Life is back to normal and I am glad I finally got to write….
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Our vacation - Part I
Hello to anyone who still has enough faith in me to check the blog!
I know it's been ages since I wrote. Well, I was out of town….rather out of state. We went home to Kerala….for 3 weeks (I know….long leave :)
Unlike last time, we had a pretty uneventful journey. L's parents accompanied us since they had a retreat planned in Kerala. We started our journey at 5:30 AM with a message from my brother whom we had sent off to Kerala by bus the previous evening (in a feverish state) stating that his bus has been stopped at Walayar checkpost (the Tamilnadu-Kerala border) since midnight. We briefly considered changing our route to travel via Calicut but then decided to stick to the normal route. The boys were…..okay, during the journey. We breezed through Walayar when we reached at noon time (Bro's bus was 'released from captivity' at 7:30 AM or so), had lunch near a place called Pattikkad (Advice for travelers, please do not go to any Indian Coffee House in that neighborhood for lunch after 2-3 PM)and we finally reached L's maternal home at approx 6 PM.
Children never show any tiredness after long journeys, probably because they get to sleep. They were their rambunctious selves at home. L's grandmother had a nice time having her first two great-grandchildren creating havoc at home. After a good night's sleep, we woke up in the morning, finished breakfast and left home. L's parents and we parted ways here since they had other plans. We went around visiting L's relatives and generally havin
g a good time. (Advice for parents with little children who love planes - There is a place called Kallumkootam near Nedumbashery airport. It is basically one end of the airport property and the place where planes touchdown for landing. This is as close as you and your child can come to an airplane without having to go to the airport).
So after 2 days of criss-cross driving through Kerala we finally reached my home on the day of Thiruvonam. (Advice for people who love travelling through non crowded roads: Thiruvonam is a beautiful day to drive around in Kerala. It almost seems like a Harthaal day….except that vehicles COULD move if they wanted to. Carry necessary consumables because all shops are closed).
I will not be able to elaborate on what we did every single day of our visit, but I will give you an outline.
Trivandrum: Illuminations are beautiful during Onam. We were not able to see the illuminations at Kanakakunne palace because there was no place to park, so we went to the zoo, and drove through the city, had a coffee at Kovalam beach and headed to our cousin's place for the night. Next day we visited Veli for breakfast, Shankhumukham for lunch (Indian Coffee House ) and reached back home by evening.
L's parents visited us when their retreat ended and they left for Bangalore the next day. After dropping them at Chenganur railway station, we took a small break at Aranmula, the place where the famous snake boat races took place just two days back. We got to the see the boats, which look pretty much bigger when you see them with your own eyes.
Our next travel (these travels are not all on consecutive days….I am just narrating) took us to Munnar for a one-day trip. It took us 6 hours to reach the place, but it was surely worth it. Loved the climate, it was nice cool and we had a nice time there. We shopped for local spices and tea, had lunch, saw some more of the place and then returned home. Tiring, but worth it. Next time we plan to stay overnight and see some more of the place.
We visited a few of my friends' homes. My friends are not staying there (at the moment or anymore), but for me, these relations are not just with them, but even with their families. I met grandparents and parents of my friends. They were pretty surprised to see me…I guess it isn't very often that people visit their friends' relatives. We visited my school and met my old teachers and it was such a nice feeling to have your old (strict) teachers actually hug you and see them so happy to be seeing you. We took another short trip to visit my ex-headmistress who left school in '97 when our batch left school. The best thing was that even she recognized me even though it's been 13 years since we have met.
And oh yeah....in the meanwhile, I got a perfect example of grandparents pampering their grandkids. Guess what my Dad got built for the boys???
(to be continued)
I know it's been ages since I wrote. Well, I was out of town….rather out of state. We went home to Kerala….for 3 weeks (I know….long leave :)
Unlike last time, we had a pretty uneventful journey. L's parents accompanied us since they had a retreat planned in Kerala. We started our journey at 5:30 AM with a message from my brother whom we had sent off to Kerala by bus the previous evening (in a feverish state) stating that his bus has been stopped at Walayar checkpost (the Tamilnadu-Kerala border) since midnight. We briefly considered changing our route to travel via Calicut but then decided to stick to the normal route. The boys were…..okay, during the journey. We breezed through Walayar when we reached at noon time (Bro's bus was 'released from captivity' at 7:30 AM or so), had lunch near a place called Pattikkad (Advice for travelers, please do not go to any Indian Coffee House in that neighborhood for lunch after 2-3 PM)and we finally reached L's maternal home at approx 6 PM.
Children never show any tiredness after long journeys, probably because they get to sleep. They were their rambunctious selves at home. L's grandmother had a nice time having her first two great-grandchildren creating havoc at home. After a good night's sleep, we woke up in the morning, finished breakfast and left home. L's parents and we parted ways here since they had other plans. We went around visiting L's relatives and generally havin
g a good time. (Advice for parents with little children who love planes - There is a place called Kallumkootam near Nedumbashery airport. It is basically one end of the airport property and the place where planes touchdown for landing. This is as close as you and your child can come to an airplane without having to go to the airport).So after 2 days of criss-cross driving through Kerala we finally reached my home on the day of Thiruvonam. (Advice for people who love travelling through non crowded roads: Thiruvonam is a beautiful day to drive around in Kerala. It almost seems like a Harthaal day….except that vehicles COULD move if they wanted to. Carry necessary consumables because all shops are closed).
I will not be able to elaborate on what we did every single day of our visit, but I will give you an outline.
Trivandrum: Illuminations are beautiful during Onam. We were not able to see the illuminations at Kanakakunne palace because there was no place to park, so we went to the zoo, and drove through the city, had a coffee at Kovalam beach and headed to our cousin's place for the night. Next day we visited Veli for breakfast, Shankhumukham for lunch (Indian Coffee House ) and reached back home by evening.
On the personal front, we visited my old hostel and my college. We met my old hostel warden, Sr. Alphonsa and even Sister Breekas who was our Mess-in-charge.
The funny thing is that my warden recognized me even after 8 years. Not that I was a notorious hostler….I just seem to have left an imprint.
College was closed and empty due to Onam holidays.
I walked through the empty campus alone….just remembering places and people. You know, no matter how much we cribbed during our years there (5 years for me)…now that place is one of the best places, a place where I spent some of my best years. I made a lot of friends there….and I am thankful for all that.
The funny thing is that my warden recognized me even after 8 years. Not that I was a notorious hostler….I just seem to have left an imprint.
College was closed and empty due to Onam holidays.
I walked through the empty campus alone….just remembering places and people. You know, no matter how much we cribbed during our years there (5 years for me)…now that place is one of the best places, a place where I spent some of my best years. I made a lot of friends there….and I am thankful for all that.
L's parents visited us when their retreat ended and they left for Bangalore the next day. After dropping them at Chenganur railway station, we took a small break at Aranmula, the place where the famous snake boat races took place just two days back. We got to the see the boats, which look pretty much bigger when you see them with your own eyes.
Our next travel (these travels are not all on consecutive days….I am just narrating) took us to Munnar for a one-day trip. It took us 6 hours to reach the place, but it was surely worth it. Loved the climate, it was nice cool and we had a nice time there. We shopped for local spices and tea, had lunch, saw some more of the place and then returned home. Tiring, but worth it. Next time we plan to stay overnight and see some more of the place.
We visited a few of my friends' homes. My friends are not staying there (at the moment or anymore), but for me, these relations are not just with them, but even with their families. I met grandparents and parents of my friends. They were pretty surprised to see me…I guess it isn't very often that people visit their friends' relatives. We visited my school and met my old teachers and it was such a nice feeling to have your old (strict) teachers actually hug you and see them so happy to be seeing you. We took another short trip to visit my ex-headmistress who left school in '97 when our batch left school. The best thing was that even she recognized me even though it's been 13 years since we have met.
And oh yeah....in the meanwhile, I got a perfect example of grandparents pampering their grandkids. Guess what my Dad got built for the boys???
(to be continued)
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Things that happen...
So i am back....few things happened in the meanwhile...Here's one of those things that was something I'd categorise as "Major" in my life...
The day Tim fell.
20th July 2010. It was a rainy evening. Lindo and I returned from office and after our usual hugs and welcome backs, we were collecting clothes and bags and tiffin boxes to call it a night and go home "upstairs". Tim and Nathan were so excited about us being back (as usual) and were going crazy running up and down (as usual) and that's when Tim fell (as usual), but the unusual thing was that he hit his head on the sofa leg.
I was in the kitchen, chatting with Mom-in-law, when the commotion started in the living room....i saw Lindo carrying Tim to the sink....Oh-oh.....not good, i said to myself and ran....i ran to see my little Timothy bleeding. His right eyebrow was cut. And there was quite a flow of blood. Lindo was washing off the blood....i ran for ice to keep on the wound.
Funny enough, Lindo had just recently attended a first aid training at office and had learned as my Dad confirmed later...first thing to do with a wound is to press against it to stop the bleeding....but then, when your own child is bleeding, who has a calm enough mind to think about what you learned?
We left Nathan at home and immediately took him to the doctor. Considering the time and the traffic on Hosur road, we decided to go to a hospital on Begur road itself. Tim had stopped crying by then and was holding a kerchief to the wound....on reaching there, they immediately asked us to go to the casuality...There, a doctor came and checked on him and told me what i was dreading....the wound needed stitches. Its bad enough that he fell and cut himself....stitches too??? I asked if he'd at least get an anesthetic, but no.....it didn't make sense, they said.
It's funny how prayers automatically come to you at times you need support....as I saw my 'baby' lying there, waiting for his stitches, I started reciting "Hail Mary"s....who else could give a mother strength to watch her child in pain than Mother Mary herself. I am sure that Lindo's parents were also praying at home...because when they came to do the stitches, the doctor came with a few attendants who were all holding him....his legs, his head, his hands....i was holding his feet....so that he wouldn't thrash around too much.
Surprise of all surprises was that Tim didn't move when the doctor started with the stitches. He winced in pain, his eyes filled up.....but nothing else. My boy was given strength by no one else but God. When the second stitch started, he said "It's hurting...." Everyone was surprised....I felt ashamed thinking about what a drama i make when i have to get injections.
Stitches over and he got an injection too.....he stayed home for the next 3 days and the weekend and was back in school on Monday. The stitches were removed last week....all's well. Just a little scar to remind us of what happened. He happily narrates his 'accident' if asked to....Nathan thinks that he's something like a war hero.
The photo was taken by an unknown friend's friend @ a resort at Bannerghatta and sent to me by his colleague who is my friend :) Thanks a lot, dear anonymous photographer....it's a beautiful picture. I love the concentration on his face.
The day Tim fell.
20th July 2010. It was a rainy evening. Lindo and I returned from office and after our usual hugs and welcome backs, we were collecting clothes and bags and tiffin boxes to call it a night and go home "upstairs". Tim and Nathan were so excited about us being back (as usual) and were going crazy running up and down (as usual) and that's when Tim fell (as usual), but the unusual thing was that he hit his head on the sofa leg.
I was in the kitchen, chatting with Mom-in-law, when the commotion started in the living room....i saw Lindo carrying Tim to the sink....Oh-oh.....not good, i said to myself and ran....i ran to see my little Timothy bleeding. His right eyebrow was cut. And there was quite a flow of blood. Lindo was washing off the blood....i ran for ice to keep on the wound.
Funny enough, Lindo had just recently attended a first aid training at office and had learned as my Dad confirmed later...first thing to do with a wound is to press against it to stop the bleeding....but then, when your own child is bleeding, who has a calm enough mind to think about what you learned?
We left Nathan at home and immediately took him to the doctor. Considering the time and the traffic on Hosur road, we decided to go to a hospital on Begur road itself. Tim had stopped crying by then and was holding a kerchief to the wound....on reaching there, they immediately asked us to go to the casuality...There, a doctor came and checked on him and told me what i was dreading....the wound needed stitches. Its bad enough that he fell and cut himself....stitches too??? I asked if he'd at least get an anesthetic, but no.....it didn't make sense, they said.
It's funny how prayers automatically come to you at times you need support....as I saw my 'baby' lying there, waiting for his stitches, I started reciting "Hail Mary"s....who else could give a mother strength to watch her child in pain than Mother Mary herself. I am sure that Lindo's parents were also praying at home...because when they came to do the stitches, the doctor came with a few attendants who were all holding him....his legs, his head, his hands....i was holding his feet....so that he wouldn't thrash around too much.
Surprise of all surprises was that Tim didn't move when the doctor started with the stitches. He winced in pain, his eyes filled up.....but nothing else. My boy was given strength by no one else but God. When the second stitch started, he said "It's hurting...." Everyone was surprised....I felt ashamed thinking about what a drama i make when i have to get injections.
Stitches over and he got an injection too.....he stayed home for the next 3 days and the weekend and was back in school on Monday. The stitches were removed last week....all's well. Just a little scar to remind us of what happened. He happily narrates his 'accident' if asked to....Nathan thinks that he's something like a war hero.
The photo was taken by an unknown friend's friend @ a resort at Bannerghatta and sent to me by his colleague who is my friend :) Thanks a lot, dear anonymous photographer....it's a beautiful picture. I love the concentration on his face.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
A weekend of sorts...
This weekend was a very different one...
It all started with Jenysdad going out of town on a business trip....so what does a dutiful sister do? She volunteers to stay with Jenny and her mom. In the beginning the thought was very exciting, after all....that was where i lived before marriage...you know - those carefree days. But when "the day" actually came, i faced it with slight hesitation, mainly because this was my first night away from the boys.
For the first time in what seems like ages, i felt like i was reliving my memories. I got up early in the morning and was out of the house at 6:30 am, just the way I used to 5 years back. I started walking, got a rick and instead of going to work (it was Friday), I went home and was there to wake up my boys and wish them a nice day. Back to Jenny's in the evening, we went out window-shopping, ordered take-away and just had a nice time chatting with my sister-in-law. Speaking for myself, i enjoyed that a lot since it was the first time we spe
nt so much time together.
My boys called me nearly 6-7 times in the evening. To wish me good night, to wish me good night again, to say God bless you, to say come soon.....a clear case of absence makes the heart grow fonder.
In the morning, post-breakfast we packed up and went home.....so the weekend was with a house full of children ranging from crawling baby to "almost teenager". The boys went out of their way to impress their little sister.....it showed a lot about them.
Tim was the more caring brother. He kept on coming to Jenny, hugging her and planting a kiss on her cheek. Everytime she'd coo at him, he'd smile and say "I think Jenny likes me!".
Nathan on the other hand, wanted to involve her in everything.....my ears are still ringing from his continuous "Jenny-Jenny-Jenny" calls trying to get her come and see what he's 'reading'. When the boys found a bug inside the house and were busy staring at it, Nathan actually moved and made space and told Jenny "Come. Look".....yeah, he needs to know that girls keep away from bugs. Everytime she'd cry, he would come running and ask "Happened?" (translates to 'what happened').
But what felt nice was that the boys were actually sharing their toys with her. No fuss about her taking what they were playing with, the moment we say "Get Jenny a toy", they'd literally be inside the toy box looking for age appropriate toys, and Jenny even liked playing with trucks!
It felt nice having a little girl at home. The sound of her anklets, the laughs....it felt nice. All good things will come to an end and so did the weekend. Jenny is back at her place. I'd do it again, if there was an option to... For now everything is back to how it should be....just me and my three men.
It all started with Jenysdad going out of town on a business trip....so what does a dutiful sister do? She volunteers to stay with Jenny and her mom. In the beginning the thought was very exciting, after all....that was where i lived before marriage...you know - those carefree days. But when "the day" actually came, i faced it with slight hesitation, mainly because this was my first night away from the boys.
For the first time in what seems like ages, i felt like i was reliving my memories. I got up early in the morning and was out of the house at 6:30 am, just the way I used to 5 years back. I started walking, got a rick and instead of going to work (it was Friday), I went home and was there to wake up my boys and wish them a nice day. Back to Jenny's in the evening, we went out window-shopping, ordered take-away and just had a nice time chatting with my sister-in-law. Speaking for myself, i enjoyed that a lot since it was the first time we spe
nt so much time together.My boys called me nearly 6-7 times in the evening. To wish me good night, to wish me good night again, to say God bless you, to say come soon.....a clear case of absence makes the heart grow fonder.
In the morning, post-breakfast we packed up and went home.....so the weekend was with a house full of children ranging from crawling baby to "almost teenager". The boys went out of their way to impress their little sister.....it showed a lot about them.
Tim was the more caring brother. He kept on coming to Jenny, hugging her and planting a kiss on her cheek. Everytime she'd coo at him, he'd smile and say "I think Jenny likes me!".
Nathan on the other hand, wanted to involve her in everything.....my ears are still ringing from his continuous "Jenny-Jenny-Jenny" calls trying to get her come and see what he's 'reading'. When the boys found a bug inside the house and were busy staring at it, Nathan actually moved and made space and told Jenny "Come. Look".....yeah, he needs to know that girls keep away from bugs. Everytime she'd cry, he would come running and ask "Happened?" (translates to 'what happened').
But what felt nice was that the boys were actually sharing their toys with her. No fuss about her taking what they were playing with, the moment we say "Get Jenny a toy", they'd literally be inside the toy box looking for age appropriate toys, and Jenny even liked playing with trucks!
It felt nice having a little girl at home. The sound of her anklets, the laughs....it felt nice. All good things will come to an end and so did the weekend. Jenny is back at her place. I'd do it again, if there was an option to... For now everything is back to how it should be....just me and my three men.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
There's always a first time
We gave the boys a surprise the other day. And that too on a school night. We took them to watch a movie at PVR. Toy Story 3, to be precise. Some may think, what's the big surprise here? Well, let me confess.....my children had never been to a movie theatre before this. All the mvies they have watched have been on the PC at home so far. We never took them before for the fear of them getting squirmy and irritating others.
When Lindo and I (shhh....not many know) went to watch Avatar, we were struck by the number of kids that were there for the movie.....that day we watched the trailer of "How to train your dragon" and decided that this was probably the right movie to start their theatre going.....but we chickened out last moment....you see, Nathan loves movies only when he sees talking animals.
So anyways, last Thursday we went....we figured that half the crowd would anyways be kids....not many should be bothered by one squirmy kid. The boys were very excited when they realised we were going to watch a movie (the only person they knew who had watched a movie was Curious George - if he qualifies for a person). SO, in we went, armed with popcorn and other eatables.... The movie started....and we encountered our first problem. Tim couldn't see! Quickly found a solution. We put Lindo's bag on the seat and he sat on top of that. They ate through the complete movie. When the
popcorn got over (around 5 minutes to interval), I heard Nathan from his father's lap....'popcorn.....more....'. Thankfully the lights came on and Lindo ran to refill our provision.
The movie got over at 9:10 PM....the boys were really happy. The movie was really nice. I mean, what more do you need? Talking dinosaurs and pigs, flying Buzz lightyear and what nots! Tim is already asking when we'd go again and we have told him that they admit one person only once for the same movie.....works for now.....we'll not be this lucky next time....
When Lindo and I (shhh....not many know) went to watch Avatar, we were struck by the number of kids that were there for the movie.....that day we watched the trailer of "How to train your dragon" and decided that this was probably the right movie to start their theatre going.....but we chickened out last moment....you see, Nathan loves movies only when he sees talking animals.
So anyways, last Thursday we went....we figured that half the crowd would anyways be kids....not many should be bothered by one squirmy kid. The boys were very excited when they realised we were going to watch a movie (the only person they knew who had watched a movie was Curious George - if he qualifies for a person). SO, in we went, armed with popcorn and other eatables.... The movie started....and we encountered our first problem. Tim couldn't see! Quickly found a solution. We put Lindo's bag on the seat and he sat on top of that. They ate through the complete movie. When the
popcorn got over (around 5 minutes to interval), I heard Nathan from his father's lap....'popcorn.....more....'. Thankfully the lights came on and Lindo ran to refill our provision. The movie got over at 9:10 PM....the boys were really happy. The movie was really nice. I mean, what more do you need? Talking dinosaurs and pigs, flying Buzz lightyear and what nots! Tim is already asking when we'd go again and we have told him that they admit one person only once for the same movie.....works for now.....we'll not be this lucky next time....
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Doesn't time fly?
July 1st.
Today we complete 19 years of living in India....I always used to remember today as the day we came back, but today, I thought of it in a different way. We have officially reached the first day of the second half of the New year.
Where did time go by? We live looking forward to weekends that we don't realise that time is just passing by. I am already counting days to August so that I can go home to Kerala.
The boys are growing day by day.....every day Nathan loses another one of his baby words and learns a proper word. Soon, before you know it, we'll be out of baby words and all those things.....nothing we can do but cherish each one of these moments as much as we can.....I suggest all the parents should hold on to and cherish each day they have with their children and not will them to grow up faster. They will do that anyways....and we'll be left only with these memories....
I know, I didn't blog anything substantial, but when I walked around at home just now, turning the calendar pages, I had to say this.....
Today we complete 19 years of living in India....I always used to remember today as the day we came back, but today, I thought of it in a different way. We have officially reached the first day of the second half of the New year.
Where did time go by? We live looking forward to weekends that we don't realise that time is just passing by. I am already counting days to August so that I can go home to Kerala.
The boys are growing day by day.....every day Nathan loses another one of his baby words and learns a proper word. Soon, before you know it, we'll be out of baby words and all those things.....nothing we can do but cherish each one of these moments as much as we can.....I suggest all the parents should hold on to and cherish each day they have with their children and not will them to grow up faster. They will do that anyways....and we'll be left only with these memories....
I know, I didn't blog anything substantial, but when I walked around at home just now, turning the calendar pages, I had to say this.....
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