Stay hungry. Stay foolish.

No icon's passing affected me so much. May be it is living in the valley where these giants stroll like everyone else -- it almost makes it feel like a personal loss.

Dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck most of the time. With just the right amount of arrogance and authority to snub bullshitters. A very humble past. Syrian biological dad. Catholic biological mom. Given up for adoption. Grew up in NorCal. Went to highschool in Cupertino. Lived in Palo Alto. A few blocks from us. Personally distributed candies to kids on Halloween many years.

Built and marketed the Apple computer. The mac. NeXT. The iPod. The iTouch. iTunes. The iPhone. The iOS. The iPad. And in between all that, Pixar. And in between all of that, being ousted from his own company only to be b(r)ought back. To lead it from the brink of disaster to become a company bigger than Microsoft + Google. Quite possibly the only company with an undeniable cult following.

Visionary. Innovator. Genius. Changed the face of the modern world.

RIP Jobs. Looks like the angels need your inventions now.

Stay Hungry. Stay foolish.

* He ended his commencement speech to the graduating class of Stanford 2004, saying he borrowed that quote from an old Palo Alto catalog.

Too many babies!

Too many babies in the house. And I'm not even talking about the Scout and the Minor*. I'm talking about me! I want to throw a tantrum right now about the lack of sleep, about not being able to give my 200% at work, about doing a half-a$$ed job at housekeeping, about not being able to eat when I want to and sleep when I want to, about not being able to exercise and a million other mundane things that have become luxuries around these parts. Right now I'm just trudging along and waiting for the day when the two of the *real* babies turn 3 and 1. I hope by then we will be able to figure out some semblance of a life. Will be back in 6 months then!*

* - Yes, renamed Vic to Minor. Like MiM said, Vic was soo not an average name. :)

** - Many thanks to all of you for checking on me from time to time. We are doing fine in general but juggling one too many things, that's all. Sending many good thoughts to all of you as always.

Excuse me, kya re?

Mein do bachhon ki maa re!

Yes, baby Vic is here.

Born: 20102010 (ddmmyyyy)

The nurses were more excited about the date than us. They literally pushed me to *push* before the start of the next day.

Scout's reaction: "Hi baby! How are you?"

Vic's status: Eat. Sleep. Poop. Pee.

My status: What more could a second-time mom ask for? May be a killer figure. Ha?

10 point update

1. Thanks to everyone who pinged about my whereabouts to make me get off my butt and post.
2. About 4 weeks to go to the D-day. Things are fine! Nothing much to write home about except work has ^peaked^ since I'm taking off soon.
3. Baby names are being short-listed. That's the minimum amount of prep we need to do before he arrives I guess. Should tell you much about the general lack of preparation here.
4. We are thinking of ourselves as parenting experts and being so relaxed about everything this time around. I'm sure the second one is going to be poles apart from the first one just to teach us a lesson.
5. Got professional house cleaning done for the first time using the whale-like physique as an excuse.
6. Scout talks nineteen to the dozen and is generally an easy-going toddler. But he reminded us that he is still very much a toddler by having a major major mother of all meltdowns at one of the parent-teacher meets in his daycare. I really understood what parents mean when they say they want the earth to open up and swallow them that instant.
7. Nesting instinct is kicking in. I NEED space-saving STORAGE SOLUTIONS.
8. My masala dabba is forever lacking stuff these days. If I remember to buy mustard from the store, I forget to buy jheera or something like that. Waiting for the mom to get here to fix such stuff.
9. Was thrown 3 babyshowers, many thanks to friends and co-workers. This second one better not complain about any lack of attention.
10. FB feeds flooded with Endhiran fandom. Anyone going to the FDFS?

Alright, folks! That's all from here. Nothing exciting really, and I hope it stays that way for a few more weeks. See you around!

How not to compliment a pregger...

1. Wow! You are big!
2. Wow! You look ready to pop!
3. You have some face weight, but don't worry, it will go away after the delivery!
4. You are having two boys!? Have fun!
5. Lucky you! Your husband does so much around the house.

Fill in the blank.

By the 3rd week of Oct, the "About me" section on the blog will read:

"Wife to GIJoe. Mom to Scout and _____. These are our stories."

And it ain't going to be a Girl Scout I'm afraid.

Attix .. fall down.

This is how the Scout reads Asterix. He points to Asterix and says "thiss Attix" and then he points to an unfortunate Roman legionary, that can be found in almost any page fallen down with a bump on his head, and says "uncle fall down", opens the next page and the same thing repeats "Attix".. "uncle fall down".. "Attix".. "uncle fall down" till he flips through the pages and closes the book.

Is there hope for this kid?!