I remember the time..

I remember rewinding his cassettes a million times to mug the lyrics of his songs. Especially "Annie are you okay?" had us flummoxed. I still sing it with my own bullshit lyrics most of the time. I remember screaming "Beat it" and "Bad" on hot summer afternoons with our own un-cool moves. I remember him as the one who introduced the words "break dance" into our vocabularies. Remember many a wannabe kids going to classes to learn the moonwalk (and making a joke out of themselves). I remember the time when MJ was our window into that hallowed world of western pop. RIP. You were the greatest icon of our generation. We will always remember the time.

Daddies are for catching fireflies..

The Scout and I gifted that book to the GIJoe with a little poem written inside wishing him a Happy Father's day. Right now Scout is using it more like a chew toy, like he does with every other thing that comes into his life. :) He sits on his appa's lap and chews the book(s) out while the appa tries to save the book(s) and quickly read in the small intervals when the chewing stops. Quite a cute scene that! :) 

Scout update

The Scout is about 6.5 months old. He can role from one end of the room to the other. He can say many consonant sounds -- "thatha", "papa", "mama", "kaka" etc. His favorite is "thatha", although he has not made any associations with any of those sounds.  He looks up at the flowers on the side-stand when his ajji asks him "hoov yelli?". He blows raspberries and likes doing it especially when he drinks water, ending up lightly showering the person feeding him. He is delighted when GIJoe or I dance with him in our arms. He especially likes it and giggles away when I do my own random head-banging to any kind of music. Every weekend his other ajji, taatha video chat with us to see his antics. But then he becomes the "good boy" and refuses to indulge them with any kind of "entertainment". He only wants to bang the keys on the keyboard and lick the screen. Oh, yeah his main aim in life is still to grab and shove everything that walks or doesn't into his mouth.  Hand-to-mouth existence this!

The unbearable lightness of being.

The unbearable lightness of being: Outcome of a nice long unwinding session with a close friend. Heartfelt discussion of everything ranging from parenting to Ph.D topics to in-laws to internet protocols to Hawaiian vacations and such. Things that a perfectly lazy Friday evening is made of.

Help yourself!

So we have this new co-worker / intern in our cube. He just started yesterday. Today I ate lunch at my desk and after I was done I was about to go to the kitchen to bring some water and such. And this guy asks me to take his coffee mug as well with me. I was truly shocked, especially since I have barely know him for like a day. It must have shown on my face for he added -- "oh, can you just leave it in the sink? I'll wash it later." I'm all for dignity of labor and all that but whatever happened to helping oneself?!