Being Embarrassed

My child has always been a good boy.  Sure, he gets tired, cranky and grumpy.  And yes, he whines, cries and grumbles.  But I’ve never thought anything of it – he’s only fourteen months old!  I’ve never worried about taking him out.  And I’ve never worried about how he’s going to behave when we *are* out.

Until last Sunday.

We took V to my aunt’s house for prayers.  Actually, we *didn’t* take him, but she insisted Hub go home and collect him.  The prayers had just started when they arrived and everyone (about twenty-five people, most of them friends of my parents) was sitting in silence and listening to the pandit (priest).  Hub deposited V in my lap and sat on the floor at my feet. 

I would have liked V to sit quietly.  Instead, the first thing he tried to do was open the curtain behind me so he could see the parrot outside on the balcony.  At first I resisted but he started saying, ‘Eh eh eh eh eh’.  So I took him outside.

We came back in and as I sat down, he wriggled off my lap and went to his dad.  For all of three seconds.  He wandered around in the middle of the room, wondering what to do.  One of the ladies gave him a pouch from her handbag.  He was very happy with this.  Until he realised he couldn’t unzip it by himself and then he became very unhappy.  He took the pouch back to her and said, ‘Eh eh eh eh’.  She unzipped it for him.  He took everything out of it.  Put each item in his mouth and then discarded it on the carpet.

Then he spotted her handbag.  A Birkin.  They cost between $9000 and $150000 *faint*  He toddled over to it and stuck his hand in.  Very slowly he took out one item at a time and walked over to me or his dad and gave it to us.  I was too far away to stop him and Hub didn’t know what to do.

He soon got bored of the bag (thank God) and wanted to go out and see the parrot again.  And again.  And then again.  Then he went back to the handbag.  This was between eating a biscuit and crying because the thirteen month old baby that was there laughed too loudly and scared him.

Please remember that everyone was still sitting in silence, listening to the pandit.  Actually, they were sitting in silence observing my son.

I could feel my cheeks burning and imagined everyone silently judging me for not stopping him from walking around, emptying handbags, saying ‘eh eh eh eh’ and generally being a pain the bum.

I *wanted* to, but I felt trying to stop him would only have caused him to make more noise and cause more distraction, which was not appropriate for the situation we were in.  And, I couldn’t blame him for being restless.  He was bored.

I apologised to Expensive Handbag Lady afterwards, and she was completely fine.  She said her granddaughter does it all the time.

And I apologised to my aunt.  Afterall, the prayers were for her husband.  It wasn’t meant to be a light-hearted Puja.  She said, ‘Thank you for bringing him.  He was very entertaining.  Yesterday was so boring, I almost fell asleep!’

I know that this was just the first of many embarrassing moments that will soon come my way; and I suppose I will have to learn to deal with each situation as it happens. 

I just pray it doesn’t happen too regularly!

 

Mix-Tape Monday #4

I can’t believe it’s Monday again!  Where is the time going??  Oh well, at least it’s a Mix-Tape Monday πŸ˜€  

The theme for this week is:

A Song From The Best Gig You’ve Ever Been To

One of the things I miss about living in London is going to concerts.  The first one I went to was a Madonna concert.  1987, Who’s That Girl?  I was nine and it was FAB!  I went to see Michael Jackson the following year (BAD (the album, not the concert)) and again when his Dangerous album came out.  I’ve been to three Prince concerts, Lenny Kravitz, Justin Timberlake, Bon Jovi, Tina Turner, Luther Vandross, R Kelly, Beyonce, Destiny’s Child and even *whispers* MC Hammer (please don’t tell anyone).  I loved going to Capital FM’s Party in the Park in the summer as well!

I’ve been thinking long and hard…  One song?  Just ONE?  

I decided to go with…. 

Prince – Purple Rain

I was a HUGE fan when I was at school.  The second concert I went to, my sister wrote to school (pretending to be my mum) to let them know that I had her permission to leave for the night:)  My walls were plastered with Prince posters and I was quite pleased that he was the same height as me!  He may be a little…  Eccentric, but he’s a wonderful performer and his voice is undescribable.

 

Go on over to Boo and Me and check out the rest of the entries!

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Listography: Cartoon Characters From Your Youth

This week’s Listography theme took me on a trip down memory lane.  There were so many more cartoon characters that came to my mind, but the following are my Top 5…

 

1. Jerry

I loved watching Tom and Jerry – but could never decide which one I liked more.  I think Jerry usually won because he was just so cute!  I still watch it whenever it’s on Boomerang πŸ™‚

Jerry

 

2. Smurfette

The Smurfs were a big part of our childhood.  We had lots of episodes on video and watched them over and over again.  Smurfette was always my favourite because…  Well because she was the only female Smurf!

Smurfette

 

3. Inspector Gadget

Inspector Gadget reminds me of summers spent in London.  My cousins and I would watch Inspector Gadget every morning while having breakfast.  Brings back some good memories.  Watching it now annoys the hell out of me.

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4. Care Bears

I loved the Care Bears.  I had lots of the little Care Bear toys and the heart-shaped house thingy of theirs.  I also had some of the soft toys.  I slept with one of them until I got married!  That particular Bear now belongs to the dog.  There wasn’t any one Bear I favoured over the others – I loved them all.

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5. Jem

Jem and the Holograms – remember?  I was obsessed.  I had the movie on video and watched it again and again and again.  I think I drove my parents quite mad.  I loved that she was just a normal girl by day (Jerrica Benton) and a rockstar by night.  All she had to do was press her earring and she was transformed!  Loved her clothes, her car, the music and her boyfriend (Rio)!  

Jem

And there you have it – cartoon characters from my youth!

Go on over to Kate Takes 5 and check out the other entries.

 

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Wave Goodbye

You know how they say that children instinctively ‘know’ things?  Do you think it’s true?  I know they can pick up on how the people closest to them are feeling; but is there more to it than just that?

I ask because…

Earlier this week I posted about the passing of my uncle.  Vinay had met him a few times – but would not remember him.  I was trying to think about the last time they met, and I can’t recall it.  He knows my aunt, though.  We go over to see her now and then.  The last time he saw her was just over a month ago.

Today, I was going over to see how they were doing and took Vinay with me.  It was straight after playgroup and he was quite exhausted, but since I was already on that side of the bridge, I figured he’d just have to deal with it. 

He was comfortable in their home – he knows where the parrot is, he helped himself to a couple of biscuits and was happy being looked after by the girls while my aunt and I had a little catch-up.  

I could see he was getting more and more tired.  He would come to me and put his head in my lap.  Or if I picked him up, he’d rest his head on my shoulder.  When he’s had enough of being somewhere, he starts waving at people – indicating that it’s time to go home!

I asked him, ‘Shall we go home?’  He climbed into my lap and started waving.  

As we moved towards the front door, he saw a framed, freshly garlanded picture of my uncle and pointed at it.  I took him to the picture.  After staring at it for a couple of seconds, he touched it.  And then started waving goodbye.  To the picture.  It wasn’t his normal two or three second wave.  It was much longer.

Everyone was quite choked up and didn’t know what to say.  And then my aunt kissed Vinay’s hand.

My son always fills me with wonder.  While I hope that he amazes others in the same way, I know it’s quite unlikely.  But today, I know he touched the hearts of some people that are very important to me. 

Waxing, Stray Hairs and the Spa

My preferred method of body hair removal is waxing.  Shaving is alright in times of emergency, but nothing (ok, hardly anything) feels better than getting into bed with smooth, freshly waxed legs.

I usually have my waxing done every month.  The lady comes home to me and charges £12 for full legs, bikini, arms and underarms.  Not too bad, right?  She’s quite reliable and has been coming to me for the last 7 years.  She brings her wax in a jar (I have no idea where she gets it from or what kind of wax it is), shoves it in the microwave when she gets here and then we’re good to go.  

A couple of problems though.  Firstly, she’s warmed up the wax in the microwave and it gets *really* hot.  Almost like I can feel my skin burning.  Also, she uses a metal butter-knife to spread the wax onto my body, which further burns my skin.  And, lastly, although she’s very quick, I do end up finding a couple of patches here and there.  That’s not her fault, but it’s still irritating.  However, I’ve managed to deal with these things for the last seven years, so I guess I shouldn’t really complain.

Since last week I’ve been in a bit of a quandry.  The Waxing Woman has travelled.  And she won’t be back until this weekend.  Which means (with all the other things going on right now) she won’t be able to come to me until NEXT Saturday (3rd December); and there’s NO way I can wait until then.

I was debating going to a new spa.  It’s not new – it’s just new to me.  Body Temple Spa.  I went there a couple of weeks ago for the first time (for a massage) and it was lovely.  The therapists are all Balinese, it’s quiet, it’s relaxing and well decorated.  I thought I’d just go there instead of calling The Waxing Woman this month.  I dug out their brochure to check the prices – since they’re not on the website…  £72 for a full body wax.  Were they crazy?  But I didn’t really have any other choice!  What was I going to do?  

I thought about just shaving and then waxing before going to London.  But I don’t actually *own* a razor, and Hub’s away (and taken his).  It took awhile to sort out this dilemma, but I finally decided.

I would do just my arms and underarms at the spa and wait until next week to do my legs when The Waxing Woman returned πŸ™‚  Makes so much sense – I can’t understand why I didn’t think of it sooner.  

So I went to Body Temple Spa today.  Two ladies did my arms and underarms (to save time, they said).  The wax was different to the one I’m used to it.  It wasn’t that hot.  It was a roll-on type of wax.  It didn’t hurt (thank God).  They were quick and I can’t see any patches!  And both ladies were very thorough.  Once they finished my underarms (one at each, obviously), they both got a pair of tweezers and started plucking out the strays!  When they were finished, they massaged my arms with aloe vera.  And they charged £24.  Much more than I normally pay – but so worth it.

That is what I call service!  I really wish I’d done my legs as well!

Maybe that’s why it costs £72 for a full-body wax?

 

I Won An Award! (Kind of)

*GASP* I won an award!

Oh – thank you butwhymummywhy! *bows before you*

In order to accept this award, I have to accept its conditions…

I have to tell you seven things that you don’t already know about me.  

Bloody hell, people – you all know everything!  Remember the A-Z of Me meme?  Or the Versatile Blogger award?  Or the Ten Things You Don’t Know About Me meme?

Oh well…  Here goes.

1. I don’t drive.  I don’t know how and have no desire to learn.

2. I have several fitness DVDs sitting next to the television.  Unused and unopened.

3. I want to get two of my four tattoos removed (no, when I was 20 I didn’t think about what pregnancy would do to my body), but plan to get another one next month!

4. When I was about fourteen years old and at (boarding) school, we didn’t get to drink milk whenever we wanted to.  I regularly ate my chocolate Nesquik powder straight out of the box with a spoon.

5. We had a Pet Corner at (same) school.  It was actually a cold, damp shed with shelves and no lighting.  We weren’t allowed to go there after dark.  I felt it was pointless having a hamster (Hammy) and never being able to see her (since they’re nocturnal and all).  So I hid the cage under my bed.  I did pretty well – moving her cage from room to room (depending on which rooms were being cleaned that day).  About a month later the cleaner found it.  I didn’t get in trouble, the matron kept Hammy in her bathroom for me πŸ™‚

6. I have six single photo frames and two multi photo-frames (eleven photographs in each) on the floor of my room right now.  I have been meaning to change the photographs in them and/or get photos printed for them, but just haven’t got around to it yet.  Tomorrow.  I’ll do it tomorrow.  Maybe.

7. I love not working, but I miss being independent and earning my own money.

So there you have it.  Seven very uninteresting and random things about me!

And now…  I bestow this prestigious award on:

Mummy Mishaps

NotMyYearOff

Red Rose Mummy

Good luck πŸ˜‰

 

 

Time

A close family friend passed away, leaving behind three daughters in their early/mid-twenties and a wife whom he adored, and who adored him.  He was their world.

Finding out about his passing was shocking.  

But my shock and sadness cannot compare to that of his wife and children.  Seeing them, all in white (Hindus wear white when in mourning), sobbing and trying to find strength in each other is heart-wrenching.

They will wear white while in mourning (for twelve days).  Maybe his wife will always wear white now.  I don’t know.  I don’t think she knows yet.  Or has even had the time to think about it.

In our culture and community, it is the father’s duty to look after and guide his daughters, even if they have careers or do not live together, until they are married.  None of his daughters are married.  They live on two different continents.  Will they go back to their jobs?  Will my aunt live alone?  Will she move away?  I don’t know.  I don’t think they know yet.

Now that the cremation is over and the Puja (prayer ceremony) is over, I keep asking myself, ‘What will they do now?’ and  ‘Who will look after them?’  

It is an awful and frightening situation for them to be in.  But I’m so glad that they are together, have each other and will make decisions together.

Each time I’ve come home from seeing my aunt and the girls, I’ve hugged my son a little harder.  Kissed him a little more.  And I am that much more reluctant to leave him – even for an hour.

I’ve come to realise that it doesn’t matter how old you are, how healthy you might be, how ‘good’ you feel.  When it’s your time, it’s your time.  

 

 

 

 

 

Mix-Tape Monday #3

Hooray – it’s Mix-Tape Monday again!  This meme, invented by Boo’s mummy, is great!  It’s got me listening to music I haven’t heard in aaaaaaages πŸ™‚

This week’s theme is…

Songs that you listen to when you’ve got that lovin’ feelin’.

‘This can be interpreted however you like, from seduction tracks to the song that reminds you of your other half.  From your first slow dance at a school disco to the song playing while your baby was conceived.  Be as personal or vague as you like.’

I didn’t have to think about this one.  It’s one of my all-time favourite songs, by one of my favourite artists.  This man’s voice sends shivers down my spine, and if you haven’t already got it – you must get True Love: A Collection.  The whole album is a seduction album πŸ˜€

It’s…

Al Green – Let’s Stay Together

 

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RIP

Death is nothing at all.  It does not count.  I have only slipped away into the next room.  Nothing has happened.  Everything remains exactly as it was.  I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together remains untouched, unchanged.  Whatever we were to eachother, we are still.  Call me by the old familiar name.  Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.  Put no difference into your tone.  Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.  Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.  Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.  Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.  Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.  Life means all that it ever meant.  It is the same that it ever was.  There is absolute and unbroken continuity.  What is this death but a negligible accident?  Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?  I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.  All is well.  Nothing is hurt; but nothing is lost.  One brief moment and all will be as it was before.  How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Henry Scott Holland

RIP A.D.  You will be missed.

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Report Card

It’s that time of year again…  Report card writing time.  

While I don’t miss teaching *or* writing reports (I’m so glad I don’t have to write phrases such as, ‘must endeavour to do her best’ and ‘has made sound progress in…’ anymore) many of my teacher friends are pre-occupied and completely absorbed by theirs.  I don’t blame them – it’s a stressful, all-consuming task!

Anyway, I started thinking about what Vinay’s report card might be like when he starts school.  Will he get comments such as, ‘not reaching his full-potential’ or ‘is making wonderful progress’?

So I decided to write my own progress report for him (once a teacher, always a teacher?):

Vinay has made a lot of progress in recent months.  Most notably, he is now walking confidently and hardly ever crawls.  This does, however, mean that he needs to be watched all the time.  He likes to wander from room to room, touching things and pulling items off tables and shelves.

Vinay can understand and follow simple directions.  For example, ‘put this block where it belongs’, ‘bring me the other shoe’, ‘give me kisses’, ‘come here’ and ‘please put this in the bin’.  While this is all very good, he must remember to listen when he is told, ‘no’.  I am sure that he understands it.  

He has become excellent at making himself understood and his needs known, especially since he can only say ‘mama’.  He makes sure it is known that he does not want to watch the programme on television by throwing the remote control at whoever is in charge of changing channels.  He shows when he wants to go downstairs by pointing, and he shows that he’s hungry by ‘smacking his lips’.

He can show where his hair is, where his nose is and, by blowing raspberries, where his tongue is.  He can also show where his feet and hands are and, if he’s not wearing a nappy, will happily show you where his nooni is.  He is still confusing eyes and ears, though.  Perhaps a body parts book will help?

He is able to identify (by pointing) many animals in books, on television and on his clothes.  Some of these include, horses, pigs, dogs, cats, monkeys, lions, tigers, giraffes, penguins, birds, bears and butterflies.  Perhaps it is time to move on from animals and onto other objects?  Maybe body parts?

He has learnt how to show his muscles.  He does this by stretching his arms up over his head.  He has also learnt how to do ‘suuuuuper baby!’.  This is done in the same way as showing his muscles.  He is working on ‘shake your bum bum!’, but so far will only wave his arms above his head.  Perhaps he doesn’t know *where* his ‘bum bum’ is?

Vinay loves (some) nursery rhymes.  These include, ‘The Wheels on the Bus’, ‘Twinkle Twinkle’, ‘Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes’, ‘London Bridge’ and ‘Ring O’ Roses’.  He can do some of the actions to these rhymes, but mostly does his own version of them.

Vinay likes approval, rewards and praise.  Very often, when he’s done something right (such as identifying an object correctly), he claps for himself and looks around to make sure other people have noticed.  He likes to make eye contact with other adults so that they smile at him.

His confidence has grown and he is now comfortable walking away from his mother during playgroup, experimenting and playing with different toys.  In fact, he finally sat on the rocking horse he’s been eyeing up for the last month!

Although he has made a lot of progress in recent months, there are things on which he needs to work.  Vinay must remember that pulling the dog’s tail is not the way to touch him and that he must be gentle.  He should continue to work on learning the different parts of the body.  He must work on putting the shapes in the correct place in his shape sorter and maybe even work on the names and colours of the shapes. 

Most importantly, he should try to not wake up twice every night for a feed.

Overall, Vinay is a delightful, loving and affectionate child and an absolute pleasure to have in everyone’s lives.

*Please note that this might be completely biased