Posts Tagged ‘children

I just got back from a mini-vacation at my sister’s place. Luckily, there was a blizzard so the kids were out for snow days the whole time I was there.  (On a side note, how is it that I can wake up at 730am no problem when it’s to get up and play with the kids, but when I’m here and trying to get to work on time, I’m always late? )

My little monkeys, now 7 (the girl) and 4 (the boy) are my most favorite things in the world. Their personalities are shining through and they are just awesome to hang out with. They are sweet and funny and naughty and just a joy to be around.

It was my last day and my nephew was sitting in my lap watching cartoons and he says to me:

“Masi, maybe you can make a robot of yourself and make the robot go to work and then you can stay here with us!!”

I almost cried. I would do it in a heartbeat if I could. Hell, I don’t think anyone at work would notice anyway.

So then, today he told my sister the following (he calls my parents Nahna and Nahni, and his dad’s business is closed on Mondays):

“Mommy, maybe when we drop Nahna and Nahni at the air-pote on Monday, we can pick up Masi because it’s Monday so she prolly doesn’t have to work!”

I almost cried again when she told me that.

My niece is just as awesome – she was helping us make puri and my brother’s new wife (non-Indian) wanted to do it for the first time.

So my sister-in-law says to my niece (and now her niece):

“Look, we’re learning how to make puri together!”

And my niece says, completely unfazed and not stopping what she’s doing:

“I’m not learning. I already knew how to make them.”

HAHAHA. And it’s true! We have her on video helping us at the age of 2!

And then, they were both fascinated with my nose ring. I took it out for them so they could see it was just like an earring, and my nephew says:

“Can you breathe without it?!?!”

Adorable.  That also reminded me of when my niece was younger, about 4 herself and we were playing this alphabet game on the computer – she set it up for me to play with her but before she handed it over, she asked:

“Um…do you know your capital AND lower case letters?”

I loved that she double-checked – why assume that someone would know anything? Such a good life lesson, honestly.

I wish they lived closer so I could see them all the time, but I’ll take every second with them that I can get.




Although we’re Hindu, we grew up celebrating Christmas. We did the whole secular shebang – put out milk and cookies (and sometimes spicy Indian snacks because Mom said Santa would be tired of eating all the sweet stuff and he’d want something different), put up a tree, wrote our letters, made ornaments in school, etc.

We celebrated until we got old enough to have to pull the tree and ornaments out of storage ourselves, and Dad said he wasn’t going to do it anymore… and then laziness took over.  We put up a wreath and minimal paraphernalia, but didn’t really do the whole ‘tree thing’ anymore.

But now that my sister’s kids (my niece (6) and nephew (4)) are the perfect age to celebrate, we’ve all gotten back in the spirit. I’ve spent Christmas with my sister in the past, but I just saw them in November for my brother’s wedding and I don’t have the time off that I would need to go visit properly.

Enter Skype.

We group skype all the time. And tomorrow morning, at 830am, we have a whole family skype date to watch them open presents:

1) Me
2) My sister and the family in the midwest
3) My brother and his wife up north
4) My parents in Florida

I cannot wait – they are SO excited about Santa’s visit – putting out chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk (cold, because Santa doesn’t like it warm).

So today, when I was skyping with just the kids (and they’re still in their pajamas), I asked where my sister was:

Nephew: “She’s in the shower.”

Me: “She’s taking a shower and you guys are still stinky in your PJs??? That’s not fair!”

Nephew: “Yeah. We’re always stinky. She doesn’t have time to give us a bath.”

I totally bust out laughing…”What! She never gives you a bath??”

Nephew: “Yeah! I told you! SHE DOESN’T HAVE TIME!”

My sister came out just then and I told her that I got the full scoop on how she keeps them dirty and she just sighs and obviously points out that it’s not the truth. Like I really believed him, but you know, at least she clarified. 😉

A few weeks ago, I was chatting with my sister and I asked to speak to my niece, who’d just got back from school. She declined and I hear my nephew yelling at her in the background:


Oh! And a couple of days before that, I asked what the asked for in their letters to Santa:

Nephew: “I want EVERY toy in the WHOLE WORLD!”

Me: “Um… where are you gonna put those? Every toy’s not going to fit in the house!”

Nephew: “In the garage. Daddy can move his cars.”

Ha! That is totally not happening.

So my niece, last year, asked for ice skates. My sister, as Santa, wrote her a letter saying she’d get ice skates after she took skating lessons.

Fast forward to this year:

Me: “What’d you write in your letter?”


“I didn’t write a letter!! Santa already knows what I want from last year. He said if I took lessons, he’d give me ice skates. So now he’ll bring me ice skates ’cause I did what he said!! So he already knows…”

Man. Her memory is like an elephant’s!  Luckily for my sister, my nephew did change his mind on wanting every toy:

“I just want a fire truck, with a hose that sprays water. And anything else that Santa wants to bring me is ok!”

And with that… I hope you all managed to get on the naughty or nice list, wherever you wanted to be. I hope you get everything you wished for, and I hope for a happy and healthy holiday season for you and your family.  🙂

Merry Christmas to all… and to all a Good Night.







Posted on: June 11, 2012

Went home to my parents’ place in Florida this weekend – my sister and I met up at the Atlanta airport and surprised our parents with a visit (my brother couldn’t come, which was a shame). All through our layover and on the flight, my sister’s kids (6 year old girl, 3 year old boy) were so excited and would not stop talking about HOW they were going to surprise them: “I’m going to jump up and down and say boo! No, I mean peek-a-boo!!!!” … “I’m going to yell SUP-WHISE!!!!!” … “I’m going to yell THIS LOUD!” … um yeah, none of that happened.

We got there, rang the bell, and DEAD SILENCE. Neither said ANYTHING! In any case, Dad came out first and was fine – recognized us all and gave the kids the biggest hug. Mom, on the other hand, came out, was confused (since they weren’t expecting us) and then almost fainted.  Like seriously started to weeble-wobble in the door way, held herself up with the frame of the door and then started to cry. I really thought we were going to have to call an ambulance. SO… that was the first and last surprise visit they’ll ever get!

The kids are awesome and put everyone in a good mood. We didn’t even talk about me not being married! I didn’t even get yelled at! We went to the beach and the pool and played all day long. I now know why people say that it’s best to have kids when you’re young. They’re a lot of work — it’s freaking exhausting! We ended up at the beach during high tide, so there were a lot of waves – the kids can’t really swim in the ocean (pool’s fine) so just imagine fighting breaking waves with an extra 3o lbs hanging off you. It’s soooo tiring.

The 6-year old gets up around 8am and stays up till 10pm. AND TALKS ALL DAY LONG.  I love it 🙂  She’s my mini-me and we have so much fun together. She’s also not as moody as when she was little which is nice. She’s also super cute and really smart. It’s fun to chat with her about everything (apparently, she asked my sister one day if her little brother’s pee-pee was going to fall off when he got older.  ha ha ha ha ha. We could not stop giggling about that for a long time).

The 3-year old is a naughty, funny little boy. For the first full day, he’d walk around saying, “I’m gonna punch you in the stomach!” and I could not figure out why. Turns out it’s from some song they learned in school, so we sang it all weekend – ‘My name is Choo Choo Charlie, I know karate, gonna punch you in the stomach, oops i’m sorry. Gotta go potty, call my mommy. My name is… freeze.”  W.T.F.

Anyway, I told the kids I was going to tell the people I work with that I was going to punch them in the stomach. And my little one looks at me and he says “If you do that, then you’ll proll-a-ly have to go to jail. They’ll call the po-leese.”  Yup – that is all true. I told him he was right and he’d have to visit me in jail.

Being a three year old boy, farts are the funniest thing in the world. So are poop jokes. We all have a LOT of fun being gross together.

So I came back to my place – all alone – and I miss them and my sister and my mom and dad and wish I was still there. Especially since come tomorrow morning I have to go to work and I’ll feel like punching people.

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