My Lady of the Lantern

I scoured online for, and ordered two dresses for Figlia's sixth birthday. It still feels like a huge moment to think that we are on the verge of her turning six! She threw a tantrum today morning, just as a reminder to the fact that she is not that grown up. Who would think that one crayon not working in a box of 12 could bring such intense dissatisfaction from life!  Sometimes, I want to be able to bring the point to her head that she is not that deprived in life, as are so many children around the world. And that if a missing crayon is your bane, then you have skipped the massive daily struggle that most kids today have. Still not able to get it registered on her mind though.  M was epic. He showed off his protective streak, and today morning scolded his father for scolding Figlia. It was amusing to watch, because mostly M makes it a point to annoy Figlia no end. But oh, boy, no one else must.  M has a broken nail on his right hallux. I have been watching ...

M turned 3 years old quietly on the weekend that has just gone by. We were thinking of having a small party of 10 kids or so, but right before I began inviting, FIL landed back in the hospital. FIL was back home on Saturday evening, but it meant that there was no energy or mood left for hosting a kiddie party. I might think of doing it this weekend, but it is highly unlikely.  M has the first cough of this season. I really dread the winters here, because a) I don't like feeling cold all the time, b) Kids fall sick frequently. Figlia is much better, because she is bit grown up now, and doesn't fuss much over taking medicines. M still needs one person to pin him down and the other to give the medicine.  I am expecting my periods this week. Nothing noteworthy about it, but over the last few cycles, I have realized that a couple of days before they arrive, I have a case of the blues and my sugar craving spikes. I had the same bout on Saturday.  My house feels ful...

So much to write, but it all seems small for words.  M is about ten days away from being three.  I was reminiscing about Figlia and what she did when she was not quite three, and I find that there are strong differences really. M shows no interest in choosing his clothes, and attempting to wear them. Figlia was so strong on both of those. I never was worried about feeding Figlia. M is extremely moody about food. M has pretty much potty trained without any encouragement from me. His only hiccup is the big business, but that too he announces, and asks for a diaper to be put on for him.  M burnt his thumb and a finger in a firecracker related incident. FIL makes choking, grunting noises almost whole day. He has still not regained consciousness. Sometimes, he does seem more present, opening his eyes, and blinking them.  I have some work-related stress going on. But I am grateful for the neat kitty my pay has built up for me. That saving, however litt...