Can you roll with it, baby?

Get Me a Rope
Twizzlers, that is. I need me some candy. STAT. This has been a wrenching week - Anjali is in the middle of a growth spurt and is treating me like a 24 Hour snackbar. What the hell is up with all this "growing" and "trying to roll over"? Who the hell does she think is? And Arun? Apparently is under the impression he needs a second set of molars. What an ingrate - did he not appreciate the first set? And the father (paternity test pending) thinks he should work his ass off and do things like go to Boston to work even harder? For the week? I most certainly do not remember these sorts of details in my wedding vows.

Rollover
The blogroll has been updated. I had not looked at it in ages. And I was quite shocked to see that folks I consider to be personal friends were NOT on it. As Trixie Belden would say, "Jeepers, Mart!!" Overall, my blog is certainly not a big political statement - I try to include my daily reads, favorite friends and those that I think everyone else should discover. I have quite a few Power Bloggers on there, but I do not include them all as I assume everyone is already reading them.

Preskool is Not Kool
Arun emphatically declares "No! No!" as I pack his lunchbox then later, as we turn into the parking lot and even still, as we head down the stairs in the church. Even promises of playing with the beloved trains there do not help. It makes my heart totally crumble leaving him, but I know I am doing the right thing. I am a firm proponent of listening to one's Mommy Gut and my Gut says two mornings a week is good for him and will not scar him (much). While my Gut could stand to lose several inches, I still think she is right on this one. Anyway, my Gut and I stand in the hallway until the crying subsides - fortunately, we only have to be there a minute or so. The pickup later is fine, at least. There is no drama thankfully, he is just happy that we are back.

Arty Pants
In other news, Arun has been bringing home artwork. Well, "art" is a loose translation at best, but I get such a kick out of seeing what he is doing there. The other day, he had to choose stickers for what he liked to eat and stick them on a sheet of paper. My boy? Chose pizza, fries and doughnut stickers. Apparently, he thought the doughnut was "cake" because he referred to as such. He is obsessed with "cake" (I blame the damned Hungry Caterpillar who is most certainly NOT a bastion of healthy eating, that much is obvious ) Anyway, I guess they did not have stickers for rice and fish, his two other favorite foods at home.

Speaking of Fish
Arun loves fish in an aquarium. He also loves fish on his plate. When does he realize they are one and the same? Well, not precisely the same since we are not really into Pan-Fried Nemo, but you get the drift. However, we are a family that does not mind if our food source has an eternal soul. How do you handle this?

LetterMan
Arun is still very excited about the alphabet and our Parent Educator got a kick of him the other day with his rabid pointing and naming. However, I realize my post the other day bordered on bragging which is silly because Hello! Most toddlers are also learning their letters, numbers and such. My kid is not special in that regard and I am well aware of it. As much as I fantasize about Arun harboring extreme intellectual inclinations, the truth is that he just a normal kid. I think for me his fascination with the alphabet is personal because letters are the very first step to reading. And I am SO looking forward to Arun discovering all my childhood favorites and yes.....me "re-discovering" them right alongside them. I am unapologetic, too. I want my child to be a bookhound like me. So what? There are worse things, right? Therefore, when Arun gets all fired up to see an E and a T in our grocery store's meat department, damn....I get a little excited, too.