Random musings

It wasn't that long ago, but I remember looking at parents with unruly kids or kids who didn't behave in a certain "acceptable" manner and wondering what made the kids act that way. I had an opinion on these parents - about how they failed to discipline their kids or stop bad behavior. But then, I had kids. Slowly but surely, I learned my humbling lessons.  I'm proud of my sweet and loving children and wouldn't want to change them for anything in the world. But, if I expected them to be the epitome of well behaved, exemplary kids, I was sadly mistaken. More likely than not, they would be the ones throwing a tantrum about inane things, having fits about car seats, crying for the silliest reasons, not sharing toys or food with other kids in the same room. Just the other day, when we are sitting for our Sunday school morning session with the other kids, Naomi coolly looks at one of the older kids and calls him " stupid" . One of the parents sit

Hash tags have gained popularity in the web world, with social networking sites like Twitter. Twitter enables users to read and post " tweets ", which are like text messages. These tweets are read and followed by other users who use Twitter. Like most networking sites, including Facebook, Twitter is also about updating friends/the world about the latest and greatest things happening in our lives. It tends to be conversation centered. It's one of those cool things that celebrities do, and they have  a bunch of users hanging on to every word they say. Teenagers also use this quite a bit. Facebook has now introduced hash tags that can be part of statuses, comments and pictures. I guess, like all forms of social networking, this also comes with its' share of good and bad. Like people posting random, pretentious tags like " thisishowedoit ", " suckstobesocool ", " imhotandyouarenot " and what not.  The whole idea behind having

It never ceases to amaze me how little kids live so much in the moment. Every little thing is a celebration. It almost makes me want to put my "grumpus" ways aside, and join in with them.  It was just one of those things I did for the heck of it. I put Naomi in an underwear instead of a diaper. The last time I did that, she peed all over the place, and showed me all the different areas to scrub. I didn't want to repeat my experiment anytime soon, but did it anyway.  It was another one of those days, when I was trying to get my hyper kids to settle down for a nap, and ended up exhausted and fell asleep on the bed instead of them. Naomi woke me up saying, "Mommy, look wet ". I remember thinking to myself, "Oh, great, I forgot about her underwear. I have some cleaning to do" .  To my absolute amazement, she had not only used the little froggy potty we had, she had manged to sit in the right location, and not make her clothes or underwear we