44 going on 4

Mr. R is 44 yrs old. But sometimes I wonder who the adult is in the duo of him and lil Miss R. At least once a week I question if his mental age is still stuck in his toddler years. It’s like having 2 kids at home. Seriously, it’s not a joke.

We are meeting his parents next month end. Our travel plans in addition to meeting them also involves exploring a few other places on our own as a “happy” family of three. Given that, I had made sure that Mr R told his parents not to get anything for us since I can’t imagine lugging all that extra weight around as we travel by pretty much every major mode of transportation. More importantly, I know my kid. They will ask her what she wants. She’ll respond with I want 10 dresses and they will shower her with 10 + x dresses. She has enough in her closet to wear an outfit a day and not repeat any for a month. FOR A MONTH. That’s how many clothes this 5.5 yr old. Contrast that to how I grew up, 2 pairs of uniforms for school, old outgrown clothes at home, 2 pairs of “good” clothes – 1 for birthday and 1 for diwali, 3 if we were lucky enough to have an uncle/aunt visit us from out of the country. That should be a post in itself and can wait.

Saturday morning, I return home at 9am from my yoga class, calm and ready to take on what life has to dish out. I walk in and there’s the usual back and forth going on between father/daughter.

Me: (all the calmness in me decided to take flight … I mean if I were Ms Calm herself, I would run away as well) Now what?
Mr: Ask her what she did?
Me: Can you just tell me please?
Mr: She was on Facetime with my parents. She took the iPad to my office, closed the door and told Daddy that she wants 10 dresses.

Here is when I looked at him and actually asked him – “and what are you complaining about?

  1. All you have to do is call your mom and tell them not to listen to her. She is just 5.5yrs old. Clearly we as adults get to decide what she does and doesn’t get. WE are the parents here. The adults that run this household.
  2. She was on Facetime. anything stop you from taking the iPad away or asking your parents not to?
  3. She was in your office. Yes, it has a door. A door with no $#*%#$^% lock! What stopped you from going in there and taking the iPad away?”

Really? Do you actually have to ask a 40+ yr old these questions? Honestly, who is the kid in this house!? I can only imagine how she’ll have him twisted around her fingers as she gets older. He has no clue what he’s in for.

How did I come to the rescue? Made her call back and let Granny know that she cannot get 10 dresses. I made sure I was in the vicinity and in a loud voice said, if they get anything for you, you and your bag can stay back whilst Papa and I travel on. Before you make me seem like this tough rod yielding mother, I saw the poor things sad face and made a deal that she could ask for ONE. That’s what adults do …. *sigh*


What’s cooking for dinner

I don’t know about other households but in ours all of the serious conversations between lil Miss R and Amma R occur either in the car when we are driving back home from school or to/from the Y or during bath time at night. Papa R never gets to answer or here the profound stuff that she spews out. Hummmph. As much as I roll my eyes at the depth of these conversations I actually do enjoy them. It never ceases to amaze me what goes on inside of a child’s head even if she is as young as just 5.5

We got done with bath time last night without much drama. As I was getting her ready for bed, out pops the question. You should know that she is a foodie to the core and never shies away from trying out new stuff. She is always hovering around in the kitchen when I’m cooking asking me what each ingredient is and eating raw chopped onions and garlic!

Ms R: Amma, how do you make that chicken curry with curry leaves?
Me: Umm, how about I show you the next time I make it?
Ms R: Ok, don’t forget.
Me: Why do you want to know?
Ms R: Well, when I marry Julian I want to make chicken curry with curry leaves and that pasta. It is going to be our special dinner for when we are married.
(A min later …)
I will marry him but I will still live at home with you. Julian will come and live with me in our house.
Me: (to myself). Great this kid really has no plans of moving out and we will be working till we take our last breath.

Ms R: You know Phoenix and Taylor are going to marry and we will all live together here. 4 of us are going to all marry each other.

She clearly has her future all planned out right down to what will be cooked and eaten for their special dinners. I can’t wait to see what the future actually holds for us.

So long!

Sleepless in PA

Sleepovers, not actual sleepovers but planning for one is all the rage in lil Miss R’s pre-K class. Wednesday I walk in to pick her up from school and I’m mobbed by these little pre-K’ers. One of them was her best friend Master J.

MJ: Please please please can R have a sleepover at my house tonight.
Me: Umm, it’s a weeknight so I don’t think so.
MJ: Please, I really want to.
MsR: Please Amma. I really want to go to his house for a sleepover.
Me: well, maybe over the weekend.
(Luckily for me, they don’t know that words like “maybe”, “I’ll think about it” is mommy code word for never happening).

Then along comes another boy who I guess was feeling left out.

Kid3: Can I come too? can I bring my bunk bed with me?
Me: (trying hard not to laugh). I think that may be a little too big to carry.
Kid3: Ok, I can bring my spider-man sleeping bag then?
Me: Sure, why not.

All three kids in unison: Yay, we are gonna have a sleepover this weekend. There was jumping and dancing and shouting involved.

With that, I thought I was done with this entire sleepover thing. We get in the car and start driving back home. The “voice” pops up from behind.

Tonight, when you are all sleeping I will run down the stairs and
Me: You don’t run down the stairs, you can fall and hurt yourself.

Ok, tonight when Papa and you are sleeping. I will quietly walk down the stairs and run out the frontdoor. Then J will come on his bike and pick me up and we are going to go to his house for a sleepover.

As usual, I was left speechless at first. I then recovered to say “ok”. Given that she is all of 5.5 yrs old I clearly have no cause for concern yet. But fast forward 10yrs into the future and I will be that mom who sits in a dark room by the stairs waiting for her to walk down the stairs at some ungodly hour or try to sneak back in well after curfew time.

Sleepless nights indeed. Until then, I buckle up, jump on the bike called life and enjoy the ride!


April Fool’s day

April Fool’s day. It also brings to mind this one song.The one day in the year we could play pranks on our parents, siblings, friends etc. and get away by just saying April fool!! As I’ve grown older the day has lost its charm somewhat. Collectively, as a team at the office we still do try and maintain the tradition. We have foil wrapped a colleague’s desk, taped the mouse ball and what not.

Driving back home yesterday evening, my 5.5 yr old sweet kid asks me what April Fools day is. I guess they’ve been talking about it at school. I tell her it’s a day for people to play harmless pranks on each other and that it’s all in the name of fun. Sure enough, she goes silent and I can see the wheels in her heading churning that info. A few seconds later –

I am going to dump my oatmeal on your head tomorrow
(My mommy brain doesn’t catch on)
No sweetie that is not nice. And you are wasting food.
No, “tomorrow” I am going to dump my oatmeal on your head.

You get the drift, we go back and forth two more times.

Then what is April Fools day Amma?
That’s when the light bulb in my mommy brain went off. :/
Ohhhhhhhhhh, now I get it. Tomorrow is April Fools day and you are saying you will dump oatmeal on my head. But, you wont really do that. You are just fooling me?

Yes Amma! I am saying that I will do that tomorrow for “April Fools Day

She clearly gets what the day is and even managed to pull one over me! Happy April Fools day all 🙂