It had been one hell of a day… Term was ending, report cards were written and proof-read and Winter Break was two days away.
Teaching in-person and online is a bloody nightmare. I couldn’t wait to get home.
Booni sauntered into my room just as I was settling down. He asked me to do something (or watch him do something?) with him but then walked away, looked in the mirror and came back.
Booni: Mama, do you know why I was checking my face in the mirror?
Me: No. Why?
Booni: I was checking that it’s bright enough and fresh enough to be the Flash.
Me: Ok cool. Is your face bright and fresh enough?
Booni: Yes. It is. (He studies me for a few seconds.) Your face is a mess, though.
Vinay just took me to the playroom and said- he wanted to show me something.
He showed me a picture of him and me at the Dubai Mall Aquarium.
Him: You look so different!!
Me: I guess I’m not that fat any more.
V: (pats my stomach) Hmmm.
Vinay: Mama- I think your spirit animal is a dog.
V: because you’re loving and kind. Me: then why’s yours a lion?
V: I took a quiz. But also I have good hair.
Varun: Vinay is a lion and the lion is king. So Vinay is king. I am a leopard, leopards are strong. So I am strong.
Me: and what am I?
Varun: you are… A cockroach!
Me: can’t you make me a nice animal? Like a unicorn?
Vinay: or a hippo?
I took Varun and Vinay to Bravissimo. They were very busy, so I made appointment for next day. While I was doing that, Varun found the summer catalog. He came to the desk and asked the lady if he could take it home. She said yes. And he said, it’s so funny!
When Booni was a few months old, I told LagosDad that I wanted another baby (I must have been out of my mind). He said ‘no way’ right away. But I kind of tried to persuade him a few times over the next couple of years.
The thing is, even though I kept telling him I wanted a baby, I wasn’t sure if I did. I just kept saying I did.
Booni is 4.5, and Vins 8.5 – they’ve both grown up so much. We’ve gone on nice holidays together – just the four of us, enjoyed days out and kind of get along a bit better now. We are just getting our lives back really, aren’t we?
We spent the long weekend with friends. Some of them have babies, some 1 and 2 year olds. I look at them, and I think, ‘Ohhh, so cute!’ But I’m also thinking, ‘THANK God I’m past that stage!’
Having said that, the third baby is coming. Our new puppy is arriving next week!
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
RIP Rolo (2004 – 2018)
It’s been almost a year since my last post, and each time I thought of my blog over the last 11 months, it was with some regret. I’ve been wanting to write – but have just not had the time. I’ve been busy with the children, with school, with home, with starting my MA in Education (and then withdrawing 6 months later).
Anyway, I decided not to deactivate the blog – I put a lot of effort into it for quite a while.
So I’m here now, and I will try to post more.
We are watching X Factor, which I love. Unfortunately we are a few weeks behind the UK, but we (Vins and I) watch it quite religiously.
So right now, we are watching and Vins sees an X Factor app being advertised and wants to download it. The following conversation ensued…
Vins: We should download the app, mama.
Me: It won’t work here because we’re not in the UK. Do you know what the UK is?
Me: What’s in the UK?
Weren’t you only just born?
Didn’t I just hold you in my arms for the first time?
Wasn’t I only just in awe of your first smile?
Wasn’t it only yesterday that you had your first taste of baby porridge?
Wasn’t it only yesterday that I felt your first tooth coming through?
And when did you take your first steps?
Wasn’t it yesterday?
It feels like yesterday…
Seven years ago today, I held you in my arms for the first time and knew that I would love you with all my heart, forever.
Happy birthday, my darling.
Don’t ever change – for anyone. No matter how crazy you make them!
I love you!