I don’t blog for few weeks and here I am struggling to get back into circulation. Too many things to write, not able to decide which one to pick first… Its like deciding what to cook the day of grocery shopping. Too many options directly proportional to decision time .
Kick starting with a bit of this and a bit of that..

Got a hair cut over the weekend. My requirement to the lady was simple – chop it off as much as you can. Must say she did a good job. Me getting compliments left, right and center. Now ya’ll be nice and don’t ask for a pix – ok? [It is on my To-Do list to send pix of the pea pod and the princess to all who asked for it]. Anyways, before I digress, coming back to the hair story. Am at 5+ months post-partum. About a month back it started shedding, lately it has gotten to the point that I carefully avoid the mirror, as all I can see is the receding hair line. I think I got so obsessed that unconsciously I have been telling D, I only have 4 hairs left on my head, girl. Don’t you dare mess with them. Every now and then she asks Mumma, how many hair do you have now? bah! I so baadly wanted to have long hair after years of having them short. I watered them, gave them nutritious food for about 2 years! Wasn’t enough I guess. GONE!!! Am back to my original style… sob.. sob..

The Good, The bad and The ugly:
The Good: Am back to a size 4. Yipee!! Back to the weight I was 4 years back – 113 lbs. Double Yipee!!
The Bad:
The Ugly: Though I could fit into a size 4 jeans, I have to stick with a 6, damn the hernia. The LH was commenting the other day that I looked like the kids here, wearing their pants at the knee line instead of the waist line. Whatever! Doc says I need to wait another year for the corrective surgery, as there is too much fluff there. Fluff? Yeah sure! On a positive note, I could get a tummy tuck done at the time of surgery, I think. hmm….

The LH has started a new venture with couple of other guys. We are[I am] still adjusting to the new timings. As with the new venture, he does not have[want] the luxury of working from home. He leaves at 8:00AM and is back around 7:30PM. I know, I know thats probably the routine in a lot of households, might not sound like a big deal. He worked 16 hours a day before and its the same now, not much has changed. Its more of a perception thing. Before he was only few stairs away, once or twice a day I could hand over Dlittle to him to get a breather. Don’t have that luxury anymore. Add to it, Dlittle’s day nap getting shorter by the day and my role in the company getting wider by the day.
Not really time pressed, but chaotic. Utter chaos in the house from the time we wake up to the time we hit the bed. Its definitely getting better, so much better that I am back blogging!

Thanksgiving:
Thursday: We took the kids to the park in the afternoon. We packed sandwich, fruits, carrots and cucumbers with a cilantro dip. The park was pretty much empty, the kids train was not operational. We ended up playing soccer. Not really soccer, we were just kicking and running around the park like crazy. Had fun. That evening we had spinach soup, pasta with pesto sauce and a fruit salad for dinner.

Black Friday: Set the alarm for 4 AM. Plan was for the LH to hit the store at 4:00 AM, be back by 6. Me to leave at 6AM and return by 8:00AM, so not to bother the kids. Over the period of time, I have mastered the art of switching the alarm 5 minutes before its scheduled to ring, all while sleeping. Friday was no different. D woke us up around 8:30. The LH finally hit the furniture store at noon. We wanted to replace our dining table with a more kid-friendly one. Only for him to stand in the long line for 1/2 hour and hear the set is out of stock and they are already overbooked until Feb of next year.
I did my shopping on Sunday. I am not a shopping person. I only do it on a need basis. The kids were napping in the afternoon, when I suddenly got the urge to shop for jeans. There I went, not sure of the size and not having enough time to try them on. Picked a 4, 6 and 8 size. So, now I have a body fitting, a comfort fit and an oversized jean. One for each occasion – Date, Work and over-eating at restaurants.

D turned 3, D graduated to the big-kids class, Dlittle started on solids, Dlittle almost sitting up are the latest happenings at our end. Its only fair to pen these as separate posts. Soon!

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