In my new avatar as a mother, I have realized some crazy things I do – the things that make children roll their eyes at their mothers. Oh well what can I say, motherhood brings out the worst (or is it the best) in me<\/p>\n
– Talking to a non-existent person<\/p>\n
I am so used to traveling with kuttyma in the car these days and on those rare occasions I go out by myself, I talk to her. I tell her (!) that we are at the red light blah blah blah… It is quite a few minutes before I realize that I am traveling alone – all by myself and I really do not have to give a running commentary of Houston roads.<\/p>\n
– Hearing phantom sounds<\/p>\n
A lil cute ghost wearing bells on her feet resides firmly in my heart and I swear I can hear kuttyma’s anklet bells jingle over and above the sound of the radio in my car even when she is not there. Sigh! I bet kuttyma would be rolling her eyes when she hears\/sees this<\/p>\n
– Shopping cart or Stroller<\/p>\n
The stroller is my new best friend. I go out with it. I push it up and down the streets of Houston, through crowded aisles at the store and everywhere else. On those occasions I make a run to the grocery store and grab a shopping cart – I have been known to keep rocking the cart (move it forward and backward) while browsing (I do it with the stroller so that kuttyma has a feeling that we are moving and we have not stopped. I have seen a lot of moms do this). I realize what I am doing and stop myself and do it all over again at the next aisle when I am looking for some other stuff.<\/p>\n
I am sure I do more stuff. I just need to watch myself. Most of the times, I do not realize what I am doing. They come so naturally!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In my new avatar as a mother, I have realized some crazy things I do – the things that make children roll their eyes at their mothers. Oh well what can I say, motherhood brings out the worst (or is it the best) in me – Talking to a non-existent person I am so used to traveling with kuttyma in the car these days and on those rare occasions I go out by myself, I talk to her. I tell her (!) that we are at the red light blah blah blah… It is quite a few minutes before I realize that I am traveling alone – all by myself and I really do not have to give a running commentary of Houston roads. – Hearing phantom sounds A lil cute ghost wearing bells on her feet resides firmly in my heart and I swear I can hear kuttyma’s anklet bells jingle over and above the sound of the radio in my car even when she is not there. Sigh! I bet kuttyma would be rolling her eyes when she hears\/sees this – Shopping cart or Stroller The stroller is my new best friend. I go out with it. I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[199,204],"tags":[621],"class_list":["post-1165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kuttymas-nursery","category-my-zen-spot","tag-motherhood"],"yoast_head":"\n