Rahul and Leila are thirteen. That means we have two teenagers in our home. That life is exciting - full of potential and full of the depths of despair. That I am their safe space, that I get their most vulnerable sweet love and the brunt of their moody days. I am honored to be … Continue reading 13 Candles
Do I Write About Them or Not? Twins, Tweens, Teens…
I started this blog in 2010 when my new born twins were a few months old. It was my way of connecting with other mothers, of learning from them, of sharing my own stories, thereby having a creative outlet. It was also a way for me to journal some stories for the kids to read … Continue reading Do I Write About Them or Not? Twins, Tweens, Teens…
The Magical Unicorns: A Poem by Leila Rose Kassar
She sat on the bed and was rehearsing something. All of a sudden she recited this poem of hers. Leila is quite the dramatic one! Proud mummy moment: A poem by Leila Rose Kassar The Magical Unicorns High above the ground, I sailed. Helplessly. Helplessly. Floating along in my abandoned boat. Help! Help! In the … Continue reading The Magical Unicorns: A Poem by Leila Rose Kassar
Early this morning, while I was still half asleep R was chewing on one of Maher's ear phones. It was not the dangerous one where a piece comes off and is a serious choking hazard. I didn't react to it. There has been more than enough "No, not that." A little too much lately and … Continue reading Tattletale
Upsy Daisy…Upsy Daisy…
Leila loves Upsy Daisy, a character from her new favorite TV series In the night garden. She first used to call her"Dai", then "Dai-dy" and now she says "Daisy" clearly. It is very sweet to hear. Lately she says it often. Each episode of the show begins with a parent telling their baby a bedtime … Continue reading Upsy Daisy…Upsy Daisy…
Savasana aka corpse pose, final relaxation, or just "take rest" as Pattabhi Jois used to say, is usually practiced at the end of a yoga session. Lie on your back. Let your legs separate slightly and roll out. Keep your arms along your body with the palms facing up. Allow the floor to support your … Continue reading Savasana confessions
My not so controlled, not so scientific experiment.
Our sleeping arrangement is as consistent as everything else is with me lately. L and R share a room and have a crib each. For the beginning of every night they are in their room. Some parts of some nights we have one of them in our bed, and sometimes much more rarely both. Having … Continue reading My not so controlled, not so scientific experiment.