Now that the holiday cheer is over and everyone is back to business, can we talk about how desperately we wait for the festivities to come and how quickly they get over! I feel the same every year, do you too Ha! Just kidding.. ofcourse this time flies by, because we wait for it so impatiently, we enjoy it, we celebrate, we eat good food, we dress up, we party, we get together, we (try to) forget our sorrows and just enjoy the beautiful moments, we make memories – well my list is infinite.. I just love holidays and celebrations way too much. What can I say.. I am a romantic at heart! In another news, we are traveling to India! Its going to be our first visit as a family of four.. how exciting that is! I just can’t contain my excitement. These days are being spent packing suitcases and making lists of things we don’t want to forget. And I am equally dreading the journey with my two little ones. Oh God, help us. Below – Keva’s third meeting with Mr. Claus and the boy’s first. Clearly he wasn’t amused.
The big news is that my first born is turning three next week! How did that happen? Right. Okay, first things first – You’ll never hear me say that time flies. Like never. Specially, these three years did not. I have lived, loved (and suffered too) every single day of all these years since she came along in to our lives. Yes, kids are lovely and they bring whole other dimension to our lives but, BUT – they also make our bodies go through second birth, they tire us, they make us worry, they give us sleepless nights, they take all the living juice out of us and then they also teach us ‘how to love someone so much that your heart hurts’, they teach us patience, they teach us forgiveness, they teach us how to look at life with innocence, they teach us so many things.. I will stop here. Anyways, where were we? Yes, so I have lived all these moments with her and loved most of them (ok, I’ll say it) and hated some too. Some days felt never-ending and some nights were longer than I could ever imagine. Some days were so joyous, it felt like my heart would burst with happiness and then there were lows. It is tough, the initial years are challenging – specially for new parents, and even more for those who live overseas or far away from their immediate families. There is no one to guide you and get you through the rough waters. You’ve got to figure out everything on your own – all while keeping an innocence life alive and fed!! Waah! AND WE DID IT! I am so proud. We are growing WITH her too. What a beautiful phase it is, to see everything from her eyes. Sometimes innocent, sometimes witty – she’s just charming. She will charm anyone with her smile and the way she says ‘Pleeeease’ with puppy eyes when she wants something. We are still working on our tantrums, but frankly I don’t mind them! I actually find them cute to be honest. Anyways, so I was saying that we are going to celebrate our daughter’s third birthday next weekend and we are SO looking forward to it!
Wore this pretty suit today which was a hand me down from the mothership. I somehow feel engulfed by her love and warmth when I wear her clothes. That will never change I guess! 🙂 Until next time.. Ritika
I absolutely forgot how much I loved this little space of mine. I loved writing about my life musings, posing for pictures, putting outfits together and connecting with fellow bloggers. This time away from blog was (at first) unintentional. Then few BIG events happened in my life which really shifted my focus and the blog took a back seat. I would be lying if I said I did not miss blogging, but this is also true that blogging was the last thing on my mind when my health was not co-operating with my body. Ok, so here’s the deal – we planned for baby no.2, and I fell pregnant but had a very unhealthy first trimester. I was so sick that I couldn’t take care of myself or even my little girl. Mind you, the pregnancy was healthy, it was me who wasn’t well. And none of the medicines were working. It was as if my body was doing a thing of its own. Imagine you keep coughing all night, can’t sleep for a single minute, wake up extremely tired with all kinds of smell and food aversions and also have a toddler to take care of! I was just thrown under the bus like that. I clearly remember one morning calling my mom and crying over the phone (real tears and all) telling her how I feel so helpless in this state. Even doing simple everyday chores was a big challenge. If you know me, you know how much fitness enthusiast I have been all my life. And mind you, I was absolutely fit before falling pregnant. I was boxing, going to the gym every day, eating healthy and just in general very active. But the world changed upside down for me in a matter of couple weeks. Then this sickness lasted until my 5th month of pregnancy. I of course, took my mom’s advice and went to India for seven to eight weeks, where I just relaxed, rested and ate all the good homemade food. It was what was needed at that time, I guess. This pregnancy is so, so different from my first one. My first pregnancy went by without any issues. No morning sickness, no major health issues, the only thing that bothered me last time was acne. It was horrible but other than that, everything went quite smoothly. Anyhow, now that I am feeling a lot better and enjoying in my last leg pregnancy (only 2.5 weeks left for baby no.2 to arrive), I thought of coming back here and saying hi to this little world of mine. So many of you would have lost hope in me coming back to blogging but trust me, I am not going anywhere. A little break here and there is sometimes unavoidable, because well, life happens and priorities shift. But you have my word, dear blog – I will not abandon you.
8 months pregnant in this pic. The bump is bigger now (as if that’s even possible) 😉
If you thought I ran away somewhere, then you are right. I kind of went in to hiding. Actually I haven’t been in the right head space lately. My daughter started day care last week and I am having some very mixed feelings about it. You see she has been at home with me since she was born and now to think that someone else is taking care of her just makes me anxious. On the other hand, I have so much time to myself now since my whole day used to revolve around her. She is fierce, strong and a very active toddler. Sometimes it gets too much. Don’t get me wrong, I love her to pieces. But every mom needs some space too and I am enjoying these quiet hours way more than I imagined. Does that make me a bad mom? Am I being selfish? Is it wrong to feel relieved? Or am I thinking too much? These thoughts just never leave me..
So yes, these conversations that I keep having in my head are the reason why I am not myself lately. And on grey days we wear yellow. Yellow brightens up my mood. I hope you are having a good day!